tocaff -> RE: Port Moresby (9/19/2009 1:36:39 PM)
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April 28, 1942 Bill contemplates the events of the last few days and wonders what it all will mean for him. For now he's been formally transfered to Naval Intelligence, been promoted and given an office with a window. The window helps buoy his spirits as Spring has arrived in DC and even the damned depressing intel reports and comms can't damper that. He continues his reading : 36 Zeros sweep aside the CAP of 3 Hurricanes, all downed, like they weren't even there and Imphal lies open to air attacks that luckily never come. 12 Oscars sweep Palembang, losing 1 plane to the Dutch CAP there consisting of 1 Hawk 75A and 3 Brester 339Ds, all of which return to base unharmed. It's a shame that all Japanese fighters aren't Oscars and that the Dutch don't have a greater military presence in the area as they're warriors, Bill thinks. Thursday Island has fallen and with it the increased risk for passing subs once the Japanese install the expect ASW air assets there. If the Japanese do indeed have those intentions it'll take a massive effort on their part to build a small airstrip, otherwise a seaplane tender would be exposed to Allied bombers. Time will tell..... Captain Demesa gets notification that his ship will be taking part in the Wake operation and with any luck others to follow in the CENPAC area. Of course this is secret information and very vague at best because what he's privy to is just that Palawan should be made ready for future ops and that she will be given priority for any work that she needs to have done. The Tarpon was scheduled for a patrol, but she's been replaced by another boat since her chief engineer had reported to CDR Wallace that there is a troublesome vibration being made by her propulsion plant. Some of the Palawan's crew are out for a night on the town and in walks some of Tarpon's men. One of them says in a very loud voice, "Look what we have here, why it looks like a fish to me. How the hell are you Red?" The bar owner relaxes immediately as he realizes that the men won't be causing any trouble. Red orders drinks for his rescuers and they proceed to trade stories of what happened and what's been going on since then. Red may be only 17 years old, but he's matured way beyond that due to what life has thrown his way since the war started. Bill Donovan has another meeting with FDR, though this is a one on one with nothing to interrupt them. FDR has agreed that the creation of the OSS will go forward, but it'll take a month or 2 to drag everyone in line so that Donovan will have to be patient and try not to step on toes for now. He's to begin making a list of who he will be needing to staff this new organization and then he can hit the ground running. In the meantime Admiral Landy will be assigned to assist him in any way possible, but FDR says, "I reserve the right to recall him to duties here assisting me at any time so don't send him out of the DC area. If somebody is needed to be a gopher use that bright young lad, what's his name?" Donovan interjects, "CDR William Smith, sir." "Yes, that's him," replies Franklin, "He's your boy for now, though of course it's not official."
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