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17/8/42
Hyakutake is not flying upside down today.
7 Ki 44s are streaming upwards from 9000 feet towards the heavens at maximum power, already beginning to string out into a untidy gaggle of dots in the immense blue sky.
Kwaljien lays 30 odd miles behind them –a mere smudge on the horizon –and the ocean is a brilliant blue today, sparkling under clear skies.
The B17’s do not look untidy at all, just 4 strong, they fly south westwards towards them in a solid diamond formation, barely wavering as they bounce through the mild turbulence.
Hyakutake judges the situation as he begins to slide up and past the bombers 5000 yards to his left. This is going to be a difficult attack indeed. The two formations intercept–he is swinging hard now, and many things are obvious.
A Nakamura knife attack is out –his formation has 2 of the rookies in it –they would never be able to do it.
These barsteds are fast –trying to climb, and overtake is going to be slow, far too @#$%$# too slow.
And the guns - #@$%^ -they have a lot of them.
16000 feet, and the two formations are flying parallel – and Kwaljien is no longer a blur –now an Atoll – an Atoll full of shipping.
C’mon you barsteds! –C’mon! –his unit is still too strung out!
He’s ahead enough, high enough.
A deep breath…
Hard right stick, hard right rudder, opposite stick, opposite rudder, First bomber –slashing attack from fwd port quarter…left stick, left stick, rudder, rudder, tracer coming his way….
The bomber looms, grows, Ka BA BA,BA,BA,BA,BA,BA,BA,BANG! –his guns crash out, and in the moments that your mind catches but you don’t think about, he registers the flashes on the bombers fuselage, again, and again, astern of the cockpit, into the top turrent, STICK FULLY DOWN! –hard against the straps he dives under the bomber –screwing it violently into a corkscrew turn –the ocean now the sky –and stick hard into the left groin –suck air, suck air!, and screaming his fighter zooms back upwards converting energy to height.
He pulls up and level again at 15000, again parallel to the enemy formation , the hunter has struck-ready for another prey
-*&^%!
The formation flies on -still four bombers strong –not wavering.
The last of his men have attacked, are already forming up behind him.
Kwaljien is below –and majestically, in horrible slow motion the bombers begin to drop a great stream of ugly black eggs.
Hyakutake catches glints of other fighters coming up –JuniV’s flight –but they will be too late.
#$%#@ -he attacks again –again the lead bomber –and Hyakutake cares not that this is not the place to attack from –nothing matters than to bring the beasts down
They attack -sweeping in from the stbd rear quarter –and the bombers blast back –the sky is full of tracer and instant death – but it’s a big sky and the fighters must be lucky today
Again the B17 looms into his sight –it judders in his sights at the shattering hammering of his guns – flashes and flying aluminium as he strikes home –and abrupt silence as his guns hiss empty.
The big bomber flies stately on.
Hyakutake finds himself just 50 meters from its cockpit –parallel to it.
The bomber is a mess –the upper gunner clearly dead –and its pilot or co pilot -he’s not sure who –has blood streaming down his shoulder –clearly able to be seen through the shattered side glass.
They fix gazes across the sky.
Hyakutake can do nothing except salute before he peels away for home
The American in turn –presents slowly, majestically, showing all the distain he feels for his futile tormentor, one finger –and also –as stately as ever –turns for home as well.
From
Colonel Nakamura
To
4th Fleet HQ
I would like to express my disgust that despite all of the pre production reports, trials and entreaties – the KI-44 is still not fitted with a cannon
In light of this –the ONLY way I can guarantee the safty of your ships in Kwaljien harbour is through either
1/ mass deployment of fighters
2/ Co operation between myself and your type O’s
3/You leave the harbour
Col Nakamura
“Iwaya!”
“Sir!”
‘”How much money do you have?”
Iwaya bounces his head around, does some internal calculations –“probably more than I can spend here” he smiles humoursly
“Ok –Iwaya –I don’t care how you do it –how much it costs –I need a crate –no make it two –of the best goddam scotch you can buy in the pacific”
Its impossible to describe the combined head shake –wry smile, look around from Iwaya –but you can try to imagine it –“OK sir, mission impossible –but Ill give it my best”
“Good man –let me know as soon as you have it – we have some new friends we need to make”
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