1275psi
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28/8/42 You wake well before dawn, and for a moment or two you lie there, staring at the sheet of corrugated tin that serves as your roof, and appreciate the coolness of the pre dawn. Your back hurts –the thin matress still does not give you enough padding from the rough plank floor of the dug out. You can hear outside the sounds of the morning –breakfast is being prepared by the sound of mess panniers, someone is singing a rough song, you can smell tea. You arise carefully –careful not to track any mud into your little home. You great the morning, breath deep –its going to be a fine day –nod welcomes to fellow men –and dress Combat Patrol this morning –behind your revament the sound of an aero engine crashing into life breaks the early morning stillness –things are happening to routine You slide into your thin cotton undergarment – and then struggle into your flight suit –it’s a thick heavy beast –but is slips on like a second skin, comfortable, familiar –almost comforting. The chute is heavy, long –chaffs your inner thighs Breakfast, a small circle of men squatting around a simple pot this morning –it’s a good one today –rice, seaweed, some fish –and from the lagoon even –some crab today –and blessing –tea as well! Time to go, six of you leave the area, climb the 2 foot bank that marks the edge of the field, begin the short walk to the flight line. Juni B is leading today – you listen very carefully to his instructions –sparse, “follow me, stick close –and for $%#@!sake Fly smoothly! –and the essentials –radio frequency, call signs, rally point. The ground crew are already waiting –you crunch across the crushed coral, circle your bird –carefully looking for damage. Already she is a bit rough around the edges, little dints here –paint missing there –but the big T on the tail is still fresh and vivid. Grab rope, up!, across the wing root, and into the cockpit –the seat is low, and it’s the chute you really use as a seat. The routine is almost automatic – left rudder(come to you!) right rudder (go way), left stick ( aileron UP to you), right stick(aileron Up to you), round the world. Trim –full forward. Fuel on!, throttle –one third. Flaps, in, out, off!, one third! Switches on! –and so it goes, and goes You take ground man in eye –wave clear –and press the start. The great propeller swings, swings, catches –fires, a few black coughs, and she rumbles into life –the slip stream blowing dust back momentarily, its cool and good. Magnetos? –good –oil –good! The great radial takes time to warm up – as this is a routine flight we will warm her properly –so far 47th sentai has cracked 22 individual cylinder heads in rushed scrambles –you don’t want number 23 Around you 7 other Tojos are exploding into life, and the noise is now tremendous, drowning out any voice . Juni V waves his arm, and moves out. Visibility in the KI-44 on the ground is, frankly-crap. You will manoeuvre looking out the side, or by little wobbles. Brake off –look right –wait! –give way to this guy, throttle fwd, the plane vibrates under the power –you can feel her almost crouch down somewhat –and you roll forward, bouncing heavily. Left brake, left rudder. Engines bellowing –Juni leads. Throttle full, flaps full, you begin to roll, vaguely aware of fellow planes to your right, left Nose down, tail up, flaps half, 70, 80, knots, bounce, lift, up, oil good!, magnetos good!, flaps up!, gear, gear up! 1000 feet, throttle 2/3 rds –Juni leads, you bounce a bit as the atolls edge slides underneath -2000feet, good climb. You slide the canopy forward –and now its you, the beat of the engine, vibration, flight. Banking left – gentle, the ocean is really, really blue today. You scan. Left, right, up, behind. Bank a little –look –bank other way –look, another circle of the head. You won’t stop this until flights end –or contact 10000 feet today –Juni is saving the oxygen –good, its pleasant here. The patrol today will stretch for 3 hours –it will be long, boring, essential. You wont speak to anyone for the next 3 hours, yet you are intensly close to the 7 other men here at 10000 feet. You are a formation. Your guns are cocked You are a fighter pilot Nil contacts today The first fighters from 70th sentai will arrive today –more KI-44’s !
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