1275psi
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Two men face each other, dust about their feet. Around them, other, lesser men, wait for the outcome. WO Fuchida , face a mask of anger and rage, stands his ground. “I am senior pilot of this unit. I say I will fly. This plane is serviceable!. I will fly it!” The Lieutenant, is equally determined to stand his ground. “You have flown five days straight. Your bird is crippled. You are exhausted. No, Warrant Officer, I will fly this eagle today!” “And I have three kills, and you have none!” And with that, Fuchida cuts the Gordian knot. In one swift movement he brushes his superior officer aside, swings himself into the cockpit. The ground men burst into life under his lashing commands. In mere moments, he, and WO Hamisaga, the remaining two Tojo’s of 47th Sentai, are rushing down the field, dust hanging in the air behind them. They climb. Fuchida stiff still with anger. Too many times he has seen his men turn away, too many times the Liberators have gotten away unstruck. His squadron lies crippled in its nest. They must show the Americans they can still strike! They must 15000 feet, and they wheel towards the south of Munda, familiar shapes of the islands and channels below. Typical spread of clouds, same beautiful blue sea below. And yes, here they come. That growing twinkling, flashing Aluminium , coming their way. Slightly lower. Six strong again. Arrogant sons of bitches……….. Savage kick of the rudder, angry, jerking swing of the stick, heeling in, engine to full boost!, wings vertical………head on attack! They close with that familiar floating, floating, suddenly terrifying rapidity, glimpses of cockpit, swinging guns, his guns hammer, tracer, hits!, HITS!, heeling over, diving away, and under, ……….pull up, pull up, and over, and over, looping, looping, head back, back, bomber floating inverted into view: diving, diving, , firing, firing, sun at his back, hard in the baka’s eyes: and hits!, and hits!. Diving through, twisting, twisting like an eel, tracer searching for him, stick, rudder, flaps , all with out thought, suck hard on the mask, suck, grunt as the Gees build, build, swinging in again, again, side of the beast now, sights to rake the trukers side, …..determined to strike, to follow the tracer in, into the barsted side, and make sure she goes down, both of them, honour fulfilled….. Guns barking, barking, bomber looming….and Jammed, abrupt hissing.and the swift unbelieving glance at the guns is enough, Flashing under the bomber –face white in the gun port, rocking in the turbulence And he screams with rage. He has failed again……………… And they bomb again And 47th has but one fighter left. Fuchida lands, angrier than ever, with 17 holes in his bird. Herbiesan slowly dismounts from his car, ignoring the men assembled on parade waiting for him They will wait. They always will. They have no choice but too………….. Herbiesans eyes are transfixed on the monster in the dry dock. Yamato, he knows, is huge. To see her sister in dry dock, to see all of her………… Overwhelming. But also a terrible problem Her newly appointed Captain, his Officers, various flunkies, and dock yard managers wait for him “You may dismiss you parade Captain, I have seen too many of late. And we things to discuss” “Your sea trials, a success, or?” The Captain hesitates. (ah, so, another naval man who struggles with the truth. Let us see, what will he reveal, and what, more importantly, he won’t) “A success sir” “And this ‘short’ docking?” “We have had some, yes. But we will be ready in 30 days as promised” (so, a mis aligned, vibrating shaft is a small problem. That and main guns that missed by 2000 yards at 20000?. Small problems indeed captain, small indeed) ‘captain, I need this bloody white elephant in the fleet in fifteen. I have two crippled carriers to repair, I have four more I need completed this year, sooner if the Gods could intervene. This monster is sucking up everything I have. Herbiesan raises his voice so that all (especially the managers) can hear “Fifteen days. No more. Not one bloody more!” He turns, re enters his car. Turns to his staff flunky. “I want that captain removed. Send him to anything that floats, but nothing over 500 tons!” Herbiesans mood is barely improved by dinner. A convoy shattered at Port blair. More bloody evidence of traitors within. It is a very unfortunate women taken to his bed that night………… But nobody will dare disturb the dictator, no matter how loud the screams.
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