Cuttlefish -> RE: Small Ship, Big War (6/16/2008 11:32:45 PM)
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March 30, 1944 Location: Osaka Course: None Attached to: TF 12 Mission: Transport System Damage: 0 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 475 Orders: Escort troop ships to Iwo Jima --- “I still think that four escorts are not enough for nine troop transports,” says Major General Shigematsu. He leans back in his chair. “But I appreciate that that is not your decision, Captain.” Captain Ishii, seated across the desk from him, inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement. “We will get your men there safely, General.” “I hope so,” says Shigematsu. “I have done a little research, Captain. Do you know what happened to the last unit sent to Iwo Jima?” Ishii shakes his head. “It was an artillery regiment. Three freighters with two escorts. Of the three freighters two were sunk and one was damaged. Half the men and all but a little of their equipment was lost.” “I had not heard that,” says Ishii slowly. “But I am not surprised. I have grown to respect the enemy submarines and their crews. They are skilled and fearless.” General Shigematsu gets up and walks over to a map of Iwo Jima that he has pinned to the wall of the small barracks office that is serving as his temporary headquarters. He studies the map for a moment, then turns back to Ishii. “Speaking bluntly, it seems a big risk for a fool’s errand,” he says. “Has the Imperial Navy lost confidence in its ability to control the seas? Why put a heavy garrison on Iwo Jima?” “The Imperial Navy is doing its utmost,” says Ishii a little stiffly. “But a wise man prepares against more than one possibility. The enemy is growing strong, General. Very strong.” General Shigematsu walks back to his chair and sits down. “We in the Army have more spine than that,” he says. “Does the Navy always anticipate defeat? I thought your mighty carriers were supposed to be keeping the enemy at bay.” Captain Ishii stares at him. “What are you talking about?” he says. “Don’t you know?” “Know what?’ says Shigematsu, looking sharply at him. “Most of our carriers are at the bottom of the South Pacific,” Ishii says. “They were lost at Santa Cruz.” Shigematsu stands. “You are lying,” he says. “Santa Cruz was a great victory!” Now Ishii stands. “Do not accuse me of lying, you fool,” he says with heat. “I was there! My ship was riddled by shrapnel from Shokaku as she exploded and burned! While you have been playing soldier and visiting the geishas in Manchukuo my men and I have been fighting the enemy since the start of the war, fighting them from one end of the Pacific to the other. If I tell you our carriers are lost, you would do well to believe it!” Some of the color drains from Shigematsu’s face. He looks piercingly at Ishii for a long moment, while the captain struggles to bring his temper back under control. “It is true,” Shigematsu says quietly. “I read it in your voice. Forgive me, Captain Ishii. My accusation was hasty and unjust.” Ishii takes a deep breath. “It is I who begs your forgiveness, General Shigematsu,” he says. “My words were inappropriate.” The general sits down and after a moment Ishii does the same. The general reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a bottle and two cups, setting them on the desk. He pours sake into the cups and pushes one across the desk towards Captain Ishii. “Well,” Shigematsu says with a slight chuckle, “if I bring you up on charges of insubordination who will see my troops safely to their destination?” He picks up his own cup and drinks. Ishii matches the gesture. “If the general would prefer another commander for the task force…” he begins, but Shigematsu waves him off. “No, no,” he says. “I think I am beginning to like you, Captain,” he says. “I feel you will get my men through if anyone can.” “Thank you, sir,” says Ishii. “I will.” “Good,” says the general. “Oh, and Captain Ishii…I think you might find that facing the Soviets in Manchukuo is not quite the picnic you seem to believe.” Ishii bows his head. “I am sure that is true, sir,” he says. “Again, I apologize…” “Never mind that,” says Shigematsu, waving off his apology. “But please, Captain, obviously my mission is not the fool’s errand I believed. I need to know what you know.” Ishii looks up. He is not supposed to talk about these things, but it is too late to close that door. He is not sure he would, anyway. No commander should go into a situation without full knowledge of what he is facing. “Let us start with the Battle of Santa Cruz,” he says. “General, it did not go the way you have heard…”
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