1275psi
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21/8/43 Flt Hosho has had the strangest of wars. Flying the KI 57 is a fairly none demanding job -the big birds are gentle, stable, and unlike many japanese planes -almost entirely reliable. Hosho has spent most of the war in regular runs in the back areas, mostly transporting VIP personal to and from bases all over the pacific -although on one memorable night in China, the passenger had been several very shady fighter pilots, and what appeared to be a very , very large cow. (He'd never gotten to the bottom of that -but the payment had gone a long, long way) 18 Months of service -and he has never been within 500 miles of the enemy, or in any particular danger. But his desire to fight them,is as strong as any japanese warrior. Fighting them in an un armed transport, however, is hardly realistic. But today, they will face the enemy. Rabual growls to the beat of many, many engines, High Command has been conserving, planning, for just this moment. Now all depends on courage. Hosho waddles to his plane. He waddles - for he is almost ridicoulously burdened with many, many items a transport pilot should never have -ration packs, a bloody great knife, and guns - several of them. His Co pilot bursts into laughter at the sight 'planning our own war Hosho?" Hosho grins -"Yes -yes I am" The troops are not smiling. Many are survivors from the naval battle of only 2 nights ago - their companions are fighting hard on Munda - honour demands they join the fight. They file aboard -grim, heavily armed. Win, or die. They will win. Or they will die. It does not matter. Hosho gets them away - the Taxi ways are narrow, and the Topsys file one after another -he stands in the cabin, guiding his Co pilot verbally - and then the strip is free. And now the business starts. The weather over rabual, so clear, so perfect, has turned as it so often does, into the typical mess of rain clouds and mist even before they reach Shortlands. It passes underneath -hopefully -unseen. A solid grey layer of clouds confront them. A blessing -it might hide them -a curse -it grounds Japanese fighters -and it hides the fields. They plunge into it -and Hosho eases them down, down to 500 feet -and they break clear -almost on track - the islands lie dark to the left. Rain envelops them -spattering the shield in its streaks of silver. The bounce, bump across the sky. Behind them -some one -some ones -vomit. A horrible sound Then Munda grows ahead. And the clouds lift -and bright sunshine reveals other transports -ahead, beside them - and smaller, faster shapes. "Fighters!" Hosho grits his teeth -"No kidding!" He banks -skidding around the corner of the island -the field should be there............. -and now the bay is covered in ships - transports -destroyers, smaller craft. Hell erupts. tracer -flak -a carpet of explosives all aimed at him! A terrifying roaring growl bursts behind him, over them -and a great twin shaped fighter blasts past - and his plane -always so compliant in his hand rebels - the left wing drops, and drops - "We are hit! -they are shooting at us!' his Co pilot screams -as if he did not know that. It happens fast. Cut the port engine -feather it. hard right rudder --getting the flaps out -no time for the cart! -the end of the strip rushes up -and she strikes hard - -her pushes her into the mud -full stick forward -she slides -mud, water, dirt sheet the screen -a tree crashes into the right wing, they fling around -and stop. Silence momentary silence And about them the chatter of machine guns, the whine and crack of rifle fire. Shouts, screams from the rear -the sblt there taking command.............. Hosho looks the co pilot in the eye - draws a pistol, hands it to him. "You might need this I think" Then grinning, Flt Hosho exits the plane -and finally, finally, joins the war..............
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