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neuromancer -> RE: NEWS FLASH!! (6/30/2004 7:08:29 PM)

One of those see-saw battles.

I think the USN failed to capitalize on the damage done to the IJN carrier planes. Once those planes are replaced, that temporary advantage is gone.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Opportunity missed (7/1/2004 1:21:47 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: neuromancer

One of those see-saw battles.

I think the USN failed to capitalize on the damage done to the IJN carrier planes. Once those planes are replaced, that temporary advantage is gone.



Agree wholeheartedly. I had, however, no combat worthy squadrons left. All the squadrons were about half strength, and the highest morale I had among the naval attack squadrons was about 35 - 40. And on top of all of that, I was really surprised by the enemy's actions - first, that he came after me at all, second that he ate up so much distance, and third that he pushed the attack through thunderstorms. Give the man credit - the gamble was the same one I took pushng my carriers north earlier in the game.

Saratoga might not make it home. The storms are really piling on the damage. [:(] If she does go under, I hope that Hiei and Kongo are at least out of the game for a long time if not outright sunk. Looks like Pye was right [;)]




tabpub -> Opportunity Found (7/1/2004 10:15:48 AM)

08/12/42

Weather: Thunderstorms

Truk Combined Fleet HQ

The reports were still coming in. Mopping up actions around Port Moresby continued today. Kusaka thinks that resistance shall totally end in under a week; perhaps less.

Ground combat at Port Moresby

Japanese Deliberate attack

Attacking force 39677 troops, 501 guns, 34 vehicles

Defending force 11410 troops, 88 guns, 0 vehicles

Japanese assault odds: 3 to 1 (fort level 0)


Japanese ground losses:
Men lost 210

Allied ground losses:
Men lost 908
Guns lost 2

Admiral Roboya put that report aside, thinking, “I hope that Kusaka is not being too optimistic….
The next flash was from 6th Fleet (Submarine HQ in Kwalajein)

I-16 Reports sinking Large AP class, presumed to be Leonard Wood, target had been previously engaged a few days prior to this. Heavy transport operations sighted off Townsville harbor.

Sub attack at 10,61

Japanese Ships
SS I-16

Allied Ships
AP Leonard Wood, Torpedo hits 2, heavy damage

Just then, an ensign burst in to the room; apologizing for the interruption.

“Sir, another 6th Fleet report, just in!
“Just put it on my desk, Ensign.”
“Sir, you WILL want to read this before your meeting with Nagumo later, I assure you.”
“Very well…”<after quickly reading the report, the Admiral stood, smiled an enigmatic smile and dismissed the Ensign, telling him to send in Nagumo>


Nagumo entered the office, looking shell-shocked, but defiant

“Sir, I did EVERYTHING that I could. We were chasing them in high seas; I was barely able to launch planes and the gaijin were waiting for us with over a 100 fighters! I could do no…”<Admiral Roboya waved him to silence>

“I know I know…I have read everything that was reported already. Your situation was extreme, but I have to relieve you of command of the carrier force. I have NO choice. You lost over a 100 of my first line attack bombers and their crews. The remaining air groups have lost confidence in you and your ability to command. I must have someone that can inspire the men; Ozawa has been re-assigned to the carrier group command, as of today.”


Nagumo spluttered “But what is to become of me!”

“Well, before I got this report, you were heading to Saipan to oversee the base and defenses there. But, you are fortunate; the 6th Fleet, specifically the I-17 under Commander Nishino has changed all that. After the carrier strikes, 4 I Boats were ordered to the point where your air groups had reported hitting a carrier. Arriving there, they found the oil slick that she was trailing heading to the SE. Spreading out and following the trail, they proceeded for the next 2 days. Then, a sighting report was relayed to them from 11th Air Fleet in Rabaul; a G3M Nell had sighted what appeared to be a capital ship with an escort. They had also sighted 2 carriers with heavy escort over 500 km further SW. The sub commanders presumed that the crippled carrier was the small group reported by the Nell and plotted various intercepts based on various speeds potentials of the targets. I-17 sighted the Saratoga that next morning making 5 knots with a single DD escort circling her. She intercepted and struck her with one torpedo. The DD attempted to depth charge her unsuccessfully and returned to the stricken carrier. The I-17 attempted two more salvoes at the DD, but missed. Commander Nishino then broke off and left the immediate area, surfacing in a rainsquall 10 km away. He observed the Saratoga heel over, suffer a large explosion and sink at 1600 local time. So, your losses were not in vain, as it turned out. Fortunately, the 6th Fleet was able to capitalize on your men’s’ valor in hitting the Saratoga earlier.”

“So… I am sending you to Formosa to oversee the 1st ASW fleet that is forming there now.” <Nagumo takes on a pained expression> “ I know that this is a demotion for you, but I urge you to accept and not get all bushido on me here. Our experience is that the American submarines can be effective and we fear that they will only get more effective in the future. We need someone to provide necessary experience and leadership to this new formation. I have chosen you; do not fear; if you do well here, the fortunes of war change daily and I may have need of you again, so be ready to take a blade again in the future. Dismissed.”


Sub attack at 34,59
Japanese Ships
SS I-17
Allied Ships
CV Saratoga, Torpedo hits 1, on fire, heavy damage

Sub attack at 34,59
Japanese Ships
SS I-17
Allied Ships
DD Gwin

Sub attack at 34,59
Japanese Ships
SS I-17
Allied Ships
DD Gwin




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: A trip to the woodshed (7/4/2004 7:13:02 PM)

16 Aug 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

1200L...Base Operations building...Noumea, New Caledonia...

"Welcome back, Admiral."

The Admiral returned the salute of the Marine guard and entered the building.

In ten minutes, the entire staff was assembled, and looking expectantly at their commander.

"Gentlemen, Washington sends its greetings."

The men in the room could not suppress the laughter but did compose themselves. Everyone knew the Admiral would have to answer for what had happened to Saratoga only a few days before, and the trip to Oahu was hastily arranged. The Admiral was to meet with members of a special Senate sub-committee at the intelligence gathering station near Kunia. The location of the meeting was chosen for its role in a pointedly lack of intelligence about the IJN carriers. No one was really sure if the Admiral would be back in Noumea anytime soon.

Once the laughter died down, the Admiral continued.

"As you know, we were all caught unaware about the speed the IJN displayed when they responded to our attack on the battleships. We thought we were outside their effective range to respond. We were wrong."

"I want to emphasize that the blame and responsibility of sending the carriers on that attack is mine alone. I greatly underestimated the ability of the enemy commander to respond."

"That said, we are committed to the safety of the Australian homeland as well as the Southwest Pacific theater of operations."

"While we are going to fight a more defensive operation that had originally been anticipated, there is good news. We did manage to badly damage two of their battleships. We also destroyed a very large number of their carrier trained pilots during the attack on our carriers. Reports from intelligence sources indicate that the replacements on their carriers were taken from their flight schools - some prior to completing their schooling. So while the enemy does have more carriers, it is believed that their pilots are not experienced in actual combat. And that may well work to our advantage."

He concluded, "But it won't work for us right away. We must hold what we have, and allow reinforcements to arrive for our offensive to begin. We can't pose much of an offensive threat right now. But rest assured, gentlemen. We will be back."




neuromancer -> RE: Opportunity missed (7/6/2004 2:02:51 AM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: Shadow of the Condor
Agree wholeheartedly. I had, however, no combat worthy squadrons left. All the squadrons were about half strength, and the highest morale I had among the naval attack squadrons was about 35 - 40.


Ah yes, ouch.

I've seen that myself, in that case even a small attack group could slip through the fighter screen and do serious damage to your carriers.



quote:


Saratoga might not make it home. The storms are really piling on the damage. [:(]


Or as it turns out, she catches a torpedo.



quote:


If she does go under, I hope that Hiei and Kongo are at least out of the game for a long time if not outright sunk. Looks like Pye was right [;)]


Look like.




tabpub -> Dem wild and crazy Americans (7/8/2004 8:12:43 AM)

It was a nice rainy week in the South Pacific, until this occurred:

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 08/22/42

Weather: Rain

Air attack on TF, near Buna at 12,38

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 9

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 42
SBD Dauntless x 65
TBF Avenger x 27

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 2 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 1 destroyed
TBF Avenger x 4 damaged

Japanese Ships
AP Unkai Maru #3, Bomb hits 8, Torpedo hits 2, on fire, heavy damage
AP Yamafuku Maru, Bomb hits 2, Torpedo hits 1, on fire, heavy damage

I think they got sunk right off the anchorage, as the men onboard, the 8th Area HQ, didn't seem to be hurt and were ashore afterwards. I would have included a picture of a water-logged Gen. Imamura, but he was so enraged, he attacked the photographer and broke his camera!

Truk - after receiving the report of the strike.
Admiral Roboya:
I am glad that Imamura-san is all right. He must be like a soaked rooster right now, as the Americans would say...<chuckle>. Be that as it may, we know that he was not the target of this raid. They are trying to get the Hiei, so that the round eyes can save some face from the loss of their carrier. How is she doing?

Lt. Hoaudu:
Facilities there are not the best. They are pumping at full capacity and not making progress. I would hazard 50/50 chance right now of saving her. Her sister is fine and reports the weather is fine where she is. She will wait for an opportune time to return home.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Another "nothing" day... (7/11/2004 7:35:12 PM)

29 Aug 42
Wx: Overcast

0144L…Australian coastwatcher station near Boreo, New Guinea…

The native made his way back to the encampment. He was helping the man who he had known for the past three months as “Charlie”. The native was one of only a handful of villagers who had escaped the invading Japanese Army who had either killed or pressed into service natives to the island. “Charlie” was a planter in the pre-war days, and politely declined when he was advised to leave by the men who ran the coastwatchers (codenamed “Ferdinand”). One of over 60 stations in New Guinea, they were ruthlessly hated and hunted by the enemy. Although in a dangerous area, the men of “Ferdinand” were trained and intelligent. The enemy would have a better chance of finding an individual grain of sand on the beaches they now occupied.

So when the native made his way back to the “camp” – little more than a piece of tarpaulin stretched between a tree trunk and the ground – he relayed his sighting of a ship now in the harbour at Buna, some 4 kilometers to the northwest. The coastwatcher was ideally sited between Buna and Dobadura – to the east. But he relied on his natives – three of them – to assist with spotting the enemy ships. They had worked out an ingenious system of identification. Holding out a spear meant the native had seen a ship with guns. Pointing to a basket meant some type of supply ship. This time, the native held up one finger (they understood one, two, and “many”) and pointed to the basket on the ground. Finally, he pointed to himself.

“Charlie” got on the teleradio and made his report. Yet another transport was delivering men and material to the northern coast.

0912L…30 miles east of the Shortland Islands…onboard US submarine S-46…

Commander Lynch had enough. The Mavis patrol aircraft had forced him under for the second time already today. It was time to move to a new location. This neighborhood was going downhill, fast…

1100L…35,000 feet over Lunga harbour…onboard B-17 “Canned Ham”…

Lt. Walter Stoltz was along for the ride, for the next two minutes. He had handed his aircraft off to the bombardier, who now was attempting to release his bombs at the right moment. Bombing from this altitude was considered speculative, at best. In reality, the forward speed of the bombs combined with the velocity and direction of wind currents (that petulantly changed from the last estimated observation after the planes were airborne) made the attempt an exercise in higher order mathematics. By the time the bombs hit the planes would already be headed back to their new base at Luganville. Flying at this altitude also meant oxygen masks and suit heaters. Dexterity was at a premium. So the crew had no way of knowing the results of their mission until they returned home. Today’s mission, however was escorted by four PBY Catalinas of VP-9 acting as reconnaissance and damage assessment, who flew at the “reasonable” altitude of 6000 feet.

Flying at 35,000 feet did offer one comforting advantage – the bombers would be safe from enemy anti-aircraft gunners on the ground. And that made the challenges of high altitude bombing worthwhile indeed.

1459L…Dobadura harbour…New Guinea…onboard US submarine S-43…

There were exactly 42 men onboard the submarine. Exactly 41 of them didn’t have much faith in their commanding officer. Commander Hannon had made no secret of his desire to be on a “real” submarine, such as one of the new Gato or Tambor class boats. As such, he had little faith in the first world war relic he was now lining up on the Japanese freighter. And his lack of faith had been reciprocated by the crew. Perhaps now, however, the situation would change. They had just fired on the ship, who was alone in these waters. There could not be an easier attack plot. The ship was barely making steerage. The torpedoes were running straight. The chief of the boat moved his lips as the secondhand of the stopwatch swept past the marks on the dial. He was more and more audible as the time counted down..

“…four…three…two…one…mark!…”

Everyone waited for the rumble that would be transmitted in the water…

And waited…

But nothing happened.

They had missed.

But that would have been impossible…ninety degrees onto the target, less than 1200 yards away…unless…

“Down scope. Ahead slow…left to 285…”

Commander Hannon seemed unfazed. It almost seemed as if the miss vindicated his view of the boat and its crew.

The chief of the boat had rechecked with the torpedo room and confirmed. “Sir, depth was set to 2 meters. I saw the settings myself.”

Hannon faced the chief. “Chief, the torpedoes missed. They didn’t go left, or right. They went under. What the settings were doesn’t matter. What does matter is we now have only eight torpedoes left, and it seems the only was we will score a hit on the enemy is if we ram it.”

“Of course, we would probably miss it.”

Having said his piece, the commander walked past the chief towards the head.

Yes, it was safe to say the commander and his crew were probably the most mismatched group in the war.

1735L…Archerfield Aerodrome…near Brisbane…

Captain John Benner and the newly arrived “Screamin’ Demons” of the 7th Fighter squadron were currently in the field’s Hangar No. 2. The men had received their billets, and would be in Brisbane for a couple of days, at least. All Brisbane had for CAP at the moment were three Wirraway squadrons, and the arrival of the new fighters from America were a definite improvement in the ability of the base to repel an air attack. Benner and his wingman would fly the first CAP mission in the morning. A deal had been struck between the two countries allowing the Australians to get their own versions of the P-40s for their own squadrons.

For now, though, Benner and his wingman would be the only P-40s in the sky over Australia’s Northern Territories tomorrow…

The CR:

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 08/29/42

Weather: Overcast

Air attack on Lunga , at 38,40


Allied aircraft
PBY Catalina x 4
B-17E Fortress x 20


no losses

Attacking Level Bombers:
4 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet
4 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 35000 feet

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Sub attack near Dobadura at 13,38

Japanese Ships
AP Toyo Maru #2

Allied Ships
SS S-43


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Alikchi2 -> RE: Another "nothing" day... (7/13/2004 2:21:52 PM)

Idle question - are either of you planning to continue with AARs in WITP? I for one would be interested..[:)]




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: AAR requests (7/13/2004 8:02:46 PM)

quote:

originally posted by Alikchi...
Idle question - are either of you planning to continue with AARs in WITP? I for one would be interested..


Well, first I would have to get the game, (on the to do list) and then get over the fear of a four year time period, (on the to do list); but yes I do look forward to writing AARs with the same general context I've done for UV and HttR (only one there so far).

Off the subject a bit, writing these AARs means keeping a list of characters and doing a bit of research to fill out the stories, but it's something I enjoy. With the expanded universe offered in WitP, it would probably be a "bit" ( [:'(] ) more involved.

Thanks for asking, it's nice to hear from the community!




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: drip, drip, drip... (7/18/2004 9:29:32 AM)

7 Sep 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

0610L…onboard B-17 “Silky”…near active runway…Noumea, New Caledonia

Captain Harris hardly had a full night’s rest at his South Pacific stop. He and the rest of the 72nd Heavy Bomb Squadron had only arrived yesterday. The 72nd had been assigned to Pearl Harbor flying patrol missions. “Silky”, however, was one of the latest replacements from the assembly plant in Wichita. She had arrived in theater in virtually pristine condition.

This morning, “Silky” and her crew were getting to know their new home. The South Pacific was another world from the wheatfields where the bomber had been born. Harris had another duty today, checking out a new co-pilot, a Brooklyn native named Tommy Beaumont. And they were at the edge of the active runway, warming “Silky” up as Harris ran through the checklist and Beaumont replied…

“Tail wheel?”
“Locked.”
“Set trim tabs to zero.”
“Set.”
“Check oil temperature.”
“40.”
“Exercise turbos…throttles to 1500”

Harris knew in the heavy air at sea level they wouldn’t need turbos to get airborne, but everything needed to be checked…

And so it continued. Generators, mags, manifold pressure, waste gates; all of the intricacies that made the Wright engine go. And the process was repeated for the other three engines. Finally, they radioed in and received clearance from the tower to start their run.

Lining up on the active runway, they made sure the gyro compass heading matched the runway heading they were facing. Once lined up, Beaumont advanced the two throttle levers at once and “Silky” started to roll.

At 50 mph, the rudder started to respond to the foot pedals. At 100mph, the big bomber left the ground. Beaumont tapped the brakes to stop the wheels from spinning and then called out.

“Gear up.”

Over the interphone, the tail gunner confirmed the tail wheel was up and locked, and the engineer confirmed the two main wheels were also.

At 135 mph, the co-pilot eased the manifold pressure back to 35 inches, then slowly reduced the RPM back to 2300. Next, the engine cowling flaps were closed.

At 1000 feet, the fuel boost pumps were shut off. 7 minutes after take-off, the plane passed through 5,000 feet. At 8,000 feet, the carburetor air filters were closed and it was again time to ease up on the plane. Manifold pressure was reduced to 28 inches, and the RPMs slowed to 1600. By this time, the airspeed had reached 150 mph. Harris flipped the toggle switch to set the fuel mixture to “auto-lean”, and the plane reached its cruising altitude for today, 11,000 feet. For the next two hours, the plane and its crew circled New Caledonia while they got to know each other.

Harris wondered how long they would have to do just that before both plane and men counted on each other for their mutual survival.

1800L…Camp Stoneman, California…

Louis Randall looked up and saw the blimp. He had never seen one before – except in the newsreels in the picture shows. The airship was headed south back to Moffett Field after patrolling the bay for Japanese submarines. Randall was from Indiana – Fort Wayne, to be specific. He worked for the city building roads when he answered the voluntary call up for workers in the Navy’s construction battalions. At 42 years old, he was a rarity among combat forces but not among his own unit. Almost everyone in the 15th SeaBees was over 25 – most were in fact over 30. And all had experience in some field of construction. Subway diggers, pipefitters, longshoremen, and heavy equipment operators – all were given the basic military training (albeit abbreviated in some cases) and sent to war.

Tomorrow at this time, Randall and the rest of the men would be out to sea. Their destination was “classified”, but you didn’t need to be a genius to figure out a destination when a ship sailed from San Francisco, and there sure were a lot of ships...




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: 136 minutes (7/28/2004 2:35:10 AM)

(What follows is a narrative of a destroyer turning the tables and launching torpedoes against a surfaced submarine who launched theirs against the transport. All missed, but it was my first experience in UV of this occurrance)

11 Sep 42
Wx: Clear

0144L…210 miles SSW of Luganville…onboard the destroyer Woodworth...

Lt. Anderson was just looking at the clock again – for the thirtieth time since his watch started 104 minutes ago. He didn’t like the night watch, but he took his turn. He had 136 minutes to go until he was relieved. He was in charge of the ship – one of two assigned to escort the troop transport Calvert bringing home the first group of SeaBees who spent the better part of a month getting Luganville ready for the Japanese attack everyone was sure had to come. Woodworth was port of Calvert, and the other Bristol class destroyer, the Laffey was guarding her starboard side. Both had the best sonar gear the Allies had to offer, and the technicians were graduates of the West Coast sonar school in San Diego. Their mission was simple – keep the shipping lane clear for Calvert and her passengers. They would arrive at their destination by tomorrow night and Anderson would be able to spend a night ashore. But that would have to wait. At least for another 135…no; 134 minutes.

“Bridge… radar. Unknown contact at 4000 yards … bearing 022 … speed 3 knots… heading 180…”

Woodworth was also headed almost due south, and the sub paralleling rather than closing meant one thing…

Anderson grabbed the microphone for the ship’s TBS and sent the warning.

“Cowboy…cowboy…come right headed 225!!”

Onboard Calvert the message got home loud and clear. There was a sub in the area and it had probably fired already. Already zigzagging, Calvert was on the way to 190 and continued over to course 225.

Back on the Woodworth, Anderson had already called the captain to the bridge. The ship’s radar still plotted the small target, now 3000 yards ahead of them. Information was already being fed into the ship’s fire director. The 8-man crew of forward gun mounts could get the 5-inch shells loaded and ready to be fired electronically every 6 seconds.

But the sub’s tactics were puzzling. They attacked on the surface, and had not dived afterwards. Which meant they didn’t suspect the transport was escorted, or they thought the escorts hadn’t seen them. When no torpedoes exploded, the sub turned to move ahead of the transport as best it could to get another shot off. Anderson decided to not wait for the captain when he gave the next order.

“Torpedo mount, stand by to fire half-salvo. Mount 53 and 54 stand by to engage target…”

Engaging a submarine with torpedoes was a bit of a stretch, but Anderson reasoned they were close to home, and perhaps the magnetic detonators would get close enough to the hull of the sub to explode underneath it. And, if the sub didn’t see a gun flash in the night, they might just think they were alone on the water with their transport…

“Torpedoes…fire one!… Fire two!!”

The 21 inch torpedoes leapt off of the deck and sped towards the radar contact.

The captain made his way into the CIC and reviewed the plot. He nodded to Anderson who waited…

The contact was still there. The torpedoes had missed, and the time had come to let the sub know what it was dealing with.

“Forward mounts…open fire…!”

In the fire director, the gunnery officer pressed two buttons one after another and the two five inch guns sent the 50 pound projectiles arcing towards the blip on the radar screen. A small explosion was observed in the distance, but the continued firing did not bring any more successes. A minute later, the blip was gone…apparently submerging and escaping.

Anderson thought a minute before what to do next. The captain had merely stood by while he executed the attack. He was pleased the senior officer had allowed him to do that, but he felt a bit ashamed he didn’t get more spectacular results.

But the crew of his ship, the transport, and the SeaBees on board Calvert, (and probably asleep) were all safe. It was a success.

Of course, Anderson also got the privilege of writing up the action report. Something he would look forward to in… he looked up… 117 minutes.

He almost groaned.

The CR:

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 09/11/42

Weather: Clear

Sub attack at 53,57

Japanese Ships
SS I-28, Shell hits 1

Allied Ships
AP Calvert
DD Woodworth


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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Update (8/1/2004 3:36:47 PM)

19 Sep 42
Wx: Overcast

The war in the South Pacific has definitely quieted down. Both sides have reorganizing. Tabpub has probably been running his replacement carrier pilots into the ground getting them trained and I (of course) have lost a majority of my carriers. The situation has developed into one where my opponent had the carriers but no trained pilots, where I had no cariers.

Two IJN ships of note have been added to the sunk list. Fisrt, the IJN sub I-29 - noteworthy because it was damaged by a B-17 on ASW patrol near Noumea. The sub made it to Irau, but sunk there.

And a big shot of confidence as the IJN BB Hiei sunk from carrier air attack damage in Lae harbor. Saratoga now has cost the IJN one battleship and 100+ carrier pilots.

So the IJN supply barges and Allied supply convoys plod on. Destroyer vs. sub actions predominate the scene now. Tabpub has almost all of his LBA on ASW. Two of my Gato class subs have been harassing Truk, prompting an IJN ASW TF of almost 15 ships to hunt down Grayling NE of Truk. Grayling escaped the ad hoc force and is somewhere deep waiting for the beehive she kicked over to settle down. B-17 replacements starting to roll in, and whispers of P-38G upgrades are being heard... Stay tuned.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: as if in a dream... (8/3/2004 8:00:06 AM)

23 Sep 42
Wx: Rain

0345L…***CLASSIFIED***… loading docks…

The 7th Calvary of the 7th Australian Infantry Division was loading onto three of their country’s troop ships, with American destroyers and even an anti-aircraft cruiser sent to escort them. Someone wanted this mission to be successful to provide this much protection. The commanding officer, LTC Harrington, had been briefed on their destination, and had also been briefed on what he was supposed to do when he got there. That, to him, was the most puzzling part. He was supposed to do nothing. Arrive…off-load as fast as possible, and…wait. Whatever the plan was, he hadn’t been included. That chafed at him a bit, but he knew better than to raise the point. He would receive further instructions when he got to his destination. He wondered if he believed that.

0430L…Noumea harbor…onboard the destroyer Farenholt…

Rear Admiral Callaghan was anxious to clear harbor. His small surface force wasn’t impressive in terms of striking power – unless you happened to be aboard a submarine. His force consisted of six Bristol class destroyers that were the best ASW platforms fielded by the Navy to date. Officially, he was “escorting” the Australian destroyer Arunta back to Brisbane, but he viewed the sortie as a hunting mission. Arunta was not lacking when it came to hunting subs either. So the task force commander had in fact seven hunters at his disposal. And he was not going to be shy about using them.

1800L…briefing room…base operations building…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The Admiral was eating his dinner, but was doing so mechanically. His mind was on the latest observation reports from New Guinea. Interspersed among the hundreds of barge reports were two reports of a battleship at Lae. He knew it wasn’t the ghost of the IJN battleship Hiei, and was wondering if the Japanese had finally had enough training to contemplate a move into Allied held territory. Air search was ever-flying from bases in both SOPAC and SWPAC. His own capital ships were beginning to arrive. He figured the enemy knew this – he wasn’t fool enough to believe spies for the enemy weren’t on New Caledonia – and they might be contemplating a strike against him before the Allied build-up gave them the men and material to strike north on their own.

He blinked and looked at his empty plate, wondering what in fact he had just eaten…




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Water wings (8/6/2004 8:46:34 PM)

28 Sep 42
Wx: Clear

1100L…10 miles northwest of Sag Sag beach…onboard USS Tautog…

Commander Willingham counted his blessings. They had just survived another air attack. It seemed the entire Jap air force was hunting him down – and they almost were successful. Yesterday, at Kavieng, a dive bomber actually hit his sub with a small bomb. Fortunately, the curved shape of his ship helped deflect the blast, but not before the blast of the 120 pounds of explosive rendered his deck gun useless. It did rupture a few seals, but the flooding was under control. Now he was headed back to port, and probably back to Pearl. Fine enough with him – the sooner his ship was out of the shooting gallery, the better.

1412L…30 miles south of Rabaul…onboard submarine S-46…

Commander Lynch slid the periscope down into its housing.

“Make your depth 150. Come to course 165. Speed 2 knots.”

Having just fired four torpedoes at the transport, Lynch now had the unenviable task of sitting out the fury of the escorts. He would have liked to clear the area completely, but the air attacks in Rabaul yesterday had forced his ship to use the little diesel fuel they carried. His ship’s ability to fight, move – even survive was all on the capabilities of the ship’s batteries.

In the distance, two rumbling explosions meant the troop ship was probably out of the war for a while, and that cheered everyone up instantly. Until the yeoman on the hydrophones took off his headset and whispered to the bridge.

“Splashes.”

They hadn't even heard the destroyer approach. That meant they fired almost when they were directly under the surprised escort captain. But the surprised captain had apparently recovered quick enough...

1600L…at sea…onboard USS Albacore…

Commander Lange re-read the message decoded and handed to him. It gave a set of coordinates, and noted that it superseded the general recall order among the submarines in the area. He headed to his “stateroom” and tapped his second in command on his shoulder.

“Come with me, Walt, and bring the codebook. I need you.”

At least the weather was supposed to worsen. That should help keep the air attacks down.

2100L…74 miles south of Rabaul…onboard submarine S-46

The situation was not looking good at all. The depth charge had exploded just above the ship. Fortunately, it was the only one that hit. Seals were broken throughout the ship, and maintaining trim was a constant challenge with the changing center of gravity as the flooding continued. Men everywhere were soaked, and had stopped the intake of water – finally – but they may have already taken too much onboard.

Lynch looked to the seaman before him – soaked with seawater and oil as well as being physically spent – who tried to give his report to his commander as calmly as he could.

“Sir, Chief Jenkins says the forward torpedo room is flooded. 5 men killed. Engine room is also partially flooded. Battery power is down to twelve percent. We have stopped the leaking, but he says we need to find a port fast, sir.”

Lynch’s own feet were also standing in four inches of water. He had no doubt they needed to find a refuge, and find it now.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Water Wings - Part 2 (8/7/2004 7:35:04 AM)

29 Sep 42
Wx: Thunderstorms

0312L...120 miles South of Rabaul...onboard USS Albacore...

The sea wasn't helping matters much, but then again, it was. The swells had been nearly 8 feet, and the rain had been pouring down in sheets when they surfaced. Commander Lange was in the conning tower, and was thoroughly soaked. His signalman by his side, along with two more lookouts - they scanned the darkness.

Down below, the XO was flipping open to the correct page for today's authentication. "There's no way," he thought, "this can work..."

0313L...120 miles South of Rabaul...onboard USS S-46...

Commander Lynch had been running on the surface as long as he dared. His ship was precariously close to swallowing even more water, and it seemed another gallon was all that was necessary to send them to the bottom. But he had to vent the battery gasses, and get some fresh air into the ship. Miraclously, the crew had patched all the leaks, and were using their only working pump to get rid of some of the water while on the surface. Lynch had his lookouts in their own tower - in their condition a barge load of old fishermen would pose a serious threat...

0315L...onboard Albacore...

"Walt...you got it yet?" Lange was waiting for the day's authentication code... and peered down into the ship to wait for his answer.

Suddenly, the lookout yelled over the rain.

"Sir!! On the port bow sir!!!"

Lange looked up and saw the dark patch on the dark water. The seas were calming a bit...but the rain continued. A dark night to help hide them and their target.

"Skip..? Got the code...it's X-ray Tango."

Lange knew the hard part was coming. There hadn't been time to contact the other sub, and absolutely no way to know if she received the message if she tried. All he could do was hope the other boat had the right code book.

"Okay...send 'X-ray Tango'"

The signalman began to flash the light...

0315L...onboard S-46...

The lookouts were scared. Not about being up here in the rain and wind...but they knew they would eventually have to climb back into the steel tube they called home and try to limp to a friendly port. And there wasn't one of those for almost 900 miles. The fact they were alive at all was beyond their comprehension. Then, blinking twice to be sure of what he saw...one of the lookouts grabbed his buddy and pointed aft.

"Look!!!"

Aft of them was a light blinking in the darkness. Obliterated by the occasional lightning flash, but it was there.

"Sir! Contact aft! Lights sir!!"

Lynch froze in his tracks as he looked up, then scrambled up the ladder. Sure enough, there was a blinker light being operated. It kept flashing out code for a minute, and then stayed dark for a couple of minutes, then started again. Lynch had no idea who it was, but also knew he could do nothing about it. The contact was aft of him, behind his deck gun. His torpedo rooms were in no condition to attack anything. Finally, one of the lookouts produced a blinker light and the chief below called up the authentication...

0317L...onboard Albacore...

The signalman tried again. Maybe that patch of darkness was just a patch of darkness, and not a ship after all. Distances were hard to judge, and it might ...

Suddenly, a light started to blink back at them...

"X-ray Golf...."

Lange called down and waited...

"Correct, sir!! It's them!!"

Lange looked to the signalman.

"Send - arriving starboard...request status..."

And so began the unlikely meeting of two US submarines in the Solomon Sea. Most of the crew of S-46 were transferred aboard the Albacore once the S-boat's situation was made known. Albacore actually got a fuel line into S-46 and passed half of their own diesel oil to the little sub, almost filling her oil tanks completely. This also had the benefit of providing a bit of stability to the keel of the boat. Both commanders talked for a while, both wanting the two boats to stay together, but both knowing they would simply be easier to spot that way. They agreed it was best Albacore get the crew to safety, while Lynch and his skeletal crew tried to save the S-46. By the time the sky was lightening, the two subs had separated, and headed off their separate ways. Each wondered if they would see the other again...




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Radar Alert! (8/15/2004 7:23:34 PM)

11 Oct 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

0515L…180 miles SW of Efate Port Vila…onboard USS Monssen…

Yeoman Smith worked the headphones a bit on his ears…trying to get them to sit a bit more comfortably while he had his eyes screwed tightly shut…trying to project himself into the water where the noise had been first heard. It sounded low and regular. He had alerted the bridge, and they had dropped a pattern of depth charges onto the contact, but no hits were reported. If there was a sub down there, it had been badly shaken up; but their commander was being very cagey and may have shut down his engines. Initially, it seemed a foolhardy thing to do, but it probably saved the sub’s life. Monssen couldn’t just start laying patterns indiscrimately, and after almost an hour of drifting and listening, the captain ordered the ASW task force back to Efate.

“Next time….” Smith whispered to no one in particular…

1011L…hill 101…Luganville airbase…Station Kiowa

The truck sat just off of the road. Next to it was a second vehicle, and dominating the entire area on top of a hill was an antenna, which looked for all the world like a gigantic square tennis racket. In truth, it was the business end of the SCR-270 radar set. Inside the first truck an operator was seated directly in front of the controls for the unit. The chair was mounted to a bar connected to the frame of the set, and gave the operator the sense of “riding” rather than sitting at the unit. The scope was a mere 5 inches in diameter, but showing up on the scope right now was blip almost three-quarters of the way across the scope display. For the past month, the operators had nothing much to do besides routine maintenance and taking their turns in the chair. Today’s contact raised excitement at the site. Even the man in charge of the 15,000 volt generators poked his head out of the tent for a looksee. The lieutenant in charge of the site started cranking the phone to alert the airbase…

1013L…Luganville airbase…

Already flying CAP were four fighters from VMF-121. When the alert from the radar station was passed on, Major Davis recommended that both his and the second fighter squadron get half of their aircraft in the air immediately. The net result was when the air raid klaxon went off, 28 F4F-4 Wildcats, were orbiting at 3000 feet to meet the intruders…

1020L…3000 feet over Luganville…

The fighter pilots didn’t have long to wait. Approaching from the northwest were enemy aircraft. Davis and his fighters sped off to intercept them.

1021L…Luganville harbor…

The last of the Marines had already unloaded, and supplies were being off loaded when the air raid alert was given. General Quarters alarms were heard throughout the convoy, and men raced across the decks to man their guns. In just under 3 minutes, the convoy was as ready as it could be.

1022L…Luganville harbor…

The PT boats turned their engines over and moved as one out of the harbor. They broke into three groups, and each boat stayed close to the others in their own group. They did have .50 caliber machine guns for defense, but their main asset was speed.

1024L…3000 feet over Luganville…

The F4F-4s had made contact and reported intercepting enemy fighters. The Zeroes were escorting twin engine planes that were recognized as Betty bombers. That made the target for today the ships in the harbor. Davis then joined into the dogfight that ensued.

1026L…3000 feet over Luganville…

By the time the Zeroes and Wildcats broke off, only 25 pilots reported in. The debriefing later in the day would confirm only 2 enemy fighters destroyed. The Wildcats pressed into the torpedo bomber formation. They had precious little time to engage, as the Bettys were approaching the harbor, and anxious anti air gunners on the ships wouldn’t take the time to try and differentiate between a fighter and a bomber. The bombers, flying low, had no real chance of evading the American fighters, but only two were shot down by the Marines before they too had to return to base.

1028L…Luganville harbor…

The bombers broke into 4 plane flights and each flight picked out a different target. The transports Pierce and Feland were targeted by one flight each, with the destroyers Maury and Lamson also being targeted. The largest ship on the task force, the light cruiser Nashville, drew two flights bearing down on her. The gun crews on board the ships claimed hits on almost every plane that attacked them, with Maury, Nashville, and even the transport Feland claiming one kill each.

None of the torpedoes found targets.

1042L…3000 feet over Luganville…

Major Davis was about to order his planes to start landing when one of the pilots called out contacts at 10 o’clock low. Six more bombers were headed towards the harbor. They were apparently late due to navigation error, or perhaps mechanical error, or pilot error. Whatever the reason, they approached without fighter escort, and the 25 fighters immediately dived onto them.

1044L…outside Luganville harbor…

Men on the deck of the PT boats watched the bombers approach the harbor…watched the fighters intercept them…saw three planes splash into the water, and saw three more planes turn – towards them…

The PT boats in the last group drew the attention of the bombers. Sailing in an offset line at almost 40 knotts, the captains watched the planes approach at only 200 feet. They could clearly see the torpedoes drop away from the planes. One gunner on a PT boat hit one of the bombers as it climbed away. As soon as the torpedoes dropped, the PT boats as one executed a 90 degree turn away from the torpedoes. It was generally accepted the PT boats didn’t set low enough in the water to be hit by a torpedo, but no one was taking any chances. None of the torpedoes hit anything but the bottom.

1200L…base operations…Luganville…

Major Davis counted noses and indeed, three pilots were missing. The remainder had grabbed a sandwich and began their debriefs with the intelligence officers. The Japanese had flown a long way and came up empty. As a result of the debrief, the estimated loss to the enemy was two fighters and 11 bombers. The Americans had lost three fighters.

As he returned to his quarters, Davis looked across the runway to a small hill about half a mile away, at what looked for all the world like a gigantic square tennis racket.

“Thanks, buddy.”

The CR:

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 10/11/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Sub attack at 54,59

Japanese Ships
SS I-31

Allied Ships
DD Monssen


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Air attack on TF, near Luganville at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 24
G4M1 Betty x 25

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 28

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 2 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 4 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 24 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 3 destroyed

ENS I.Mikami of F1/253rd Daitai is credited with kill number 2

Allied Ships
AP Pierce
DD Maury
CL Nashville
DD Lamson
AP Feland

Attacking Level Bombers:
4 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet
2 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet

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Air attack on TF, near Luganville at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
G4M1 Betty x 6

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 25

Japanese aircraft losses
G4M1 Betty x 4 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 3 damaged


MAJ L. Davis of VMF-121 is credited with kill number 3

Allied Ships
PT 46

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet

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tabpub -> RE: Radar Alert! (8/21/2004 9:47:02 AM)

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 10/18/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 84

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 6

no losses

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 damaged


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Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 93

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 6

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 1 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 3 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 1 damaged

LTJG N.Murakami of F2/1st Daitai is credited with kill number 2


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14th Air Brigade (commanding air operations Lunga Field), embarrassed over the G4M1 fiasco days before, had requested 2 additional A6M2 squadrons from 11th Air Fleet. As you can see, an entire air wing of Zeros went aloft to contest the skies over Espiritu. While the air to air results were...encouraging....the operational losses were not...14 were lost. Fortunately, pilot loss was not severe and Combined Fleet has assured that sufficient replacement airframes are available; especially as the M3 version is coming online in greater numbers. 14th Air Brigade has been chastised and shall be seeking to revamp its operations.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: and a 1, and a 2.... (8/31/2004 6:06:47 AM)

29 Oct 42
Wx: Thunderstorms

0221L...onboard DMS Hovey...120 miles from point Quebec...

Lt. Jamison listened intently from his station on the bridge. As second in command, he theoretically had a say in the decision making process for the operation of the ship, but today wasn't one of those days. He was new, and the men of Hovey were here in the South Pacific when this whole area blew up into a full fledged conflict with the Japanese. He had sense enough to keep his mouth shut as the debate went back and forth about continuing to their destination - and arriving in the daylight. They would be well within range of the Japanese land based bombers, and they would not have the luxury of their own fighter cover. The safe move was to stand off and wait for the next night, but time wasn't on their side. The decision was made, and transmitted via the TBS system to the other ships in what had been affectionately referred to as the "Gravy Train". They were going to make the run into their destination and arrive at dawn, and hope the Japanese aircraft were too busy hunting subs or dodging the thunderstorms that offered tantalizingly short periods of cover.

Operation Canadian Pacific was underway

0601L...onboard DMS Hovey...at point Quebec...

The minesweeper began her familar routine of steaming ahead of the others and searching for mines. None had been found, and she then retraced her route and circled while the other ships entered the shallow waters. Enemy subs were always a distinct possibility, but Hovey, and even some of the other ships were able to provide a decent ASW capability. Once in posiition, however, the offloading began according to the prearranged schedule. With this load, however, it would take longer than usual to unload completely and return to friendly waters. And that couldn't happen too soon for Jamison. The weather officer said the storms would clear later that day. That news was totally unexpected, but - Jamison reasoned - something always turned up unexpectedly.

He was learning.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Such a little thing... (9/1/2004 5:35:42 AM)

30 Oct 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

0412L…Point Quebec

LCDR Emerson was pleased – so far. The men and equipment of had all made it ashore with no losses. Today, the work would begin. Equipment was being checked and rechecked. Sgt. Ames was also busy. He had become something of a legend. His foresight while allowed him to convert a trailer into a mobile kitchen – allowing him to bring the food to the men rather than having the men come back to a camp area to eat. This greatly improved the morale of even these “old-timers”. It also meant that Ames and his assistants would join in with the others once the kitchen was secured. Right now, however, the men were serving a traditional Navy breakfast – coffee and bacon sandwiches.

So there they were - Emerson and his officers with clipboards and coffee, reviewing the tasks to be completed. Other men checking equipment and trading jokes or grousing about the Navy’s penchant for starting days at the oddest times. A surreal image that would lead one to believe this land would remain untouched by the war.

That image would, in all likelihood, be shattered.

0928L…20,000 feet over Luganville…

Lt. Walter Haynes and eight others were patrolling the skies that morning. There were supposed to be twelve aircraft, but three didn’t get off the ground. The men in the maintenance squadrons were still new to working on the P-38G Lightning, so mistakes were bound to occur. Haynes hoped they learned fast. Having only 75% of your assets was not a way to start a patrol.

He had not flown yesterday, when three of the new Lightnings reported encountering 24 Zeroes. No attacks were made. No doubt the Japanese airmen were taken aback for a moment by the new shapes winging up towards them, but the truth of the matter was the Americans got their planes off the ground too late. Today, however, the Americans were waiting for the enemy when he came back. And he did.

Haynes counted 27 enemy planes winging below him. The Zeroes were too low, having encountered opposition at 3000 feet and below during the last month.

When the call to scramble was made over the planes’ radios, the pilots banked their aircraft over and dove into the startled enemy – who didn’t expect fighters to be above them. The silver paint scheme of the Lightnings
made them difficult to see and going close to 400 MPH didn’t help the enemy see their attackers too well either.

1800L…Luganville airbase…67th FS headquarters…

The claims for the day from the euphoric pilots were 6 Zeroes killed. After debriefings, the unit’s intelligence officer rounded that down to three. One enemy aircraft was trailing smoke as it headed north, and was counted as a probable kill. But one fact emerged...the Zeroes were constantly finding these new fighters on their tails, and only their skill and experience as pilots in a war zone prevented more planes from being shot down. But both sides now knew that the Allies now, at least, had a fighter plane every bit as good, and maybe a bit better, than the Japanese Zero.



AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 10/30/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 27

Allied aircraft
P-38G Lightning x 9

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 2 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
P-38G Lightning x 1 damaged


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Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 21

Allied aircraft
P-38G Lightning x 19

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 1 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
P-38G Lightning x 1 damaged


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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Open for business - no waiting (9/4/2004 4:06:16 AM)

5 November 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

1700L…briefing room…base operations building…Noumea, New Caledonia

The staff officers sat around the table while the lieutenant commander delivered the summary of the day’s events. He paused while Admiral lit up one of his infamous cigars and looked around the table. The Admiral waved a hand and motioned for the briefing to continue. This is what they were waiting for.

The commander cleared his throat before continuing the briefing.

“Sirs, phase one of Operation Canadian Pacific is completed. Our forward base at Wunpuko - known as Point Quebec - is now operational. Following up yesterday’s raid on the base, the Japanese sent two more raids this morning and another raid three hours ago. No substantive damage was reported to the base or it’s personnel. If you’ll refer to your briefing notes, sirs, you’ll see we are one day ahead of schedule and phase two has begun as of 0600 today.”

“There was also a PBY Catalina report of a Japanese submarine approximately 60 miles west of Luganville. Intelligence concluded that it was trying to either reinforce the minefield out sweeper is clearing or the sub had the sweeper assigned as a priority target. Either way, our TF 204 - Monssen and Stack leading partol craft and sub chasers - reports one hit with a depth charge on a submerged contact. They are moving thirty miles northwest anticipating the sub will try to run for home.”

“Enemy air patrols continue to overfly Efate and Luganville. Finally, sirs, intelligence reports no Japanese air or naval losses during the past 24 hours.”

The commander looked once around the room for questions. None were posed, and the Admiral dismissed the man.

After exiting the room, the lieutenant commander met up with his own adjutant, who had been seated in the main office of the building.

“Good briefing, sir?”

The commander smiled a bit and responded, “Good news I don’t mind sharing with the command staff.”

As they walked out the building, the adjutant bit his tongue, knowing that commanders usually had something else to do when a briefing for bad news was required.



AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/05/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 27

no losses


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Air attack on 15th Naval Construction Battalion, at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 12
G4M1 Betty x 10

no losses

Attacking Level Bombers:
6 x G4M1 Betty at 6000 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 25

no losses


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Sub attack at 51,53

Japanese Ships
SS I-16, Shell hits 1, on fire

Allied Ships
DD Stack
SC 643
SC 644


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tabpub -> Quarterly Status report to the Emporer (9/5/2004 9:52:24 AM)

November, 1942

Status Report to Imperial GHQ

Honored Colleagues:

You and I both had great hopes for this offensive when I undertook command here in the South Seas area. The initial carrier battle was almost perfect, with 3 enemy losses vs. one permanent loss of our own. The 2nd and 38th IJA divisions were able to overwhelm the Port Moresby garrison and bring that base under the Rising Sun of Nippon.

Unfortunately, that was when our best-laid plans started to come awry. First, in the Battle of the Northern Coral Sea, American raiders hit several of our capital ships heavily, eventually leading to the sinking of the HIEI. Then, during the counterstrike against the American carriers, over 100 of my finest airmen were killed while striking the SARATOGA. Fortuitously, we were able to sink the SARATOGA with an I boat attack, but the losses in airmen quality might never be made up again.

But, even with these losses, the main reason for the cessation of our advance I lay at the feet of the IJA command! My carriers, while lacking experienced pilots, still existed and could overwhelm their American counterparts. My surface forces had undoubted superiority and were sufficient for the job at hand. Transports for troops and supplies I had in abundance. The only things that I lacked to do the job right were TROOPS! Divisions that had been promised were MONTHS late in arriving. The 2nd and 38th Divisions were exhausted after the Port Moresby campaign and could not be used offensively. The scattered regiments that I had available were only good for garrison duty.

Now I have the sufficient Divisions to deal with the enemy formations, but with the loss of time the favorable situation that existed this winter has passed. Reports that the enemy has 3 CV, 2 BB and innumerable escorts in the area are crossing my desk as I dictate this report. Additionally, the US has not only expanded their existing base in Luganville to the size of Rabaul, they have started work on a subsidiary base in Northern Espirtu known as Wunpunko. Efforts are in the works on the feasibility of neutralizing this new base, but prospects are not good.

On the positive side of the equation lay these factors; Fortress New Guinea nears completion, Lunga is a significant base of its own with subsidiary facilities planned/nearing completion, our land based bomber and fighter wings are fully staffed and well trained, our naval air contingent is competent and numerous and our surface forces stand ready to deal with the enemy. Our bases threaten the US shipping lanes and they will come to try to move us out of them.

Therefore, I have resolved to cease any more planning for major offensive efforts in the South Seas. In accordance to the original operational plan developed last year, this is the line that we shall hold in this theater. Since you don’t feel it necessary to send me the additional ships/planes that would be required to overcome the enemies’ current defenses, I shall let them come to me. Recent encounters with the enemy air units indicate that they have new equipment that rivals ours in ability. We will let them use them over our territory for a while and see who comes out ahead.

Of course, if you of the GHQ acting on behalf of the Emperor order me to continue the Southerly campaign, I shall; but, I will warn you that I don’t believe that any achievable objective can be worth the losses that we would SURELY sustain.

Your servant,

Roboya
CinC Combined Fleet, Truk




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Patience is a virute (9/12/2004 4:27:31 PM)

17 Nov 42
Wx: Rain

0644L…base operations building…Noumea, New Caledonia

The Admiral sat in his chair, staring out the window at the rain, whose pace had lessened – almost as if daring the man to turn away so it could intensify again.

But turn away he did, and burped slightly as his breakfast settled. Of course, no one was in the room. That would be unseemly – the great Admiral a mere man? No, we couldn’t have the men who served under him have their illusion popped by something as innocuous as unsettled gas. He reflected a bit before considering his next move. The Battle of the Coral Sea had been a loss as far as he was concerned. Lexington, Yorktown, and Hornet lost for a single Japanese carrier called Zuikaku. But they had returned. Enterprise, with the assistance of Wasp returned to the Coral Sea when the enemy hadn’t expected and had chipped away at the IJN. Then, of course, the gambit with Saratoga which cost the carrier her life, but ultimately taking the battleship Hiei with her, along with over 100 highly trained Japanese pilots with their aircraft. He had lost Port Moresby, but held onto the greater prizes in Australia.

No, that wasn’t quite correct. He hadn't "held" Australia. The IJN hadn’t even made a move towards Australia. Now, of course, he understood. Last night, his intelligence staff had handed him what they claimed was a briefing intercepted from Truk to the mainland of Japan. If he could believe what he read, the Japanese Army had fallen flat on its face – unable to provide the promised manpower to exploit the gains their Navy had made. Which is why there was never a move south of New Guinea.

Now, the theater commander – a man named “Roboya” was recommending a defensive posture along their newly gained territories of New Guinea and Guadalcanal.

If he could believe what he read, that is…

He also thought back to that day in May, when he first learned of the Japanese codeword assigned to him. “Condor”. He called it some kind of half-assed vulture. He had someone in his staff find a picture of the bird and had it on his desk. It really wasn’t that ugly, he surmised. He looked at the caption under the photo. It read, “California Condor”. He thought about that…

He was startled out of his reverie when his orderly announced that the staff officers were assembling for the morning briefing.




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Raid warning: Wunpuko (9/13/2004 7:01:07 AM)

18 Nov 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

Wunpuko airbase…0712L…Station Osage…

The alarm had been raised, and there was little else the operators in the radar van could do. 8 minutes ago, the blip on the right side of the horizontal line across the 5-inch display was almost an inch high. It was getting perceptibly higher as the enemy planes approached. The new Lightnings of the 35th fighter squadron had already gotten what planes they could airborne, and would intercept the attackers within minutes. The pilots were warned that this was a very large raid – estimated at over 100 planes. The air raid sirens were warbling, and men everywhere were heading for the relative safety of their trenches. The radar operators headed for their trenches as well. Around the airfield, men on anti-aircraft batteries trained their weapons northwest and began the torturous process of waiting for the attack.

1800L…base operations building…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The briefing was short, and to the point. The Japanese had launched their first major strike on Wunpuko, and various offices provided various estimates – from base damage to fighter losses to probable enemy losses.

First, the base had been damaged, but nothing that would affect operations. The enemy knew he didn’t close the airbase, and the discussion was on as to their intentions. Would the enemy send another raid tomorrow? Others saw the raid as mostly a fighter sweep, with over 80 per cent of the planes being fighters.

Enemy loses for the day were estimated at ten Zeroes and two of their Irving recon aircraft, while the Americans had only five air-to-air losses from the action.

The Admiral sat quietly while the debate continued. He tried to put himself in the enemy commander’s place. Wunpuko was a major threat to Japanese control of the Solomons. If the Americans could ever base heavy bombers there Lunga would be under constant threat of bombardment. But was the price of attacking the forward Allied base proving too costly? It was estimated the enemy had lost almost 50 planes in the past two weeks in and around the Luganville area. How much longer could those losses be absorbed…?



AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/18/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 94
G4M1 Betty x 21
J1N1-R Irving x 4

Allied aircraft
P-38G Lightning x 18

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 5 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
P-38G Lightning x 5 destroyed
P-38G Lightning x 3 damaged
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 damaged

1LT R. Parker of 35th FS is credited with kill number 2


Allied ground losses:
Men lost 11

Airbase supply hits 1
Runway hits 13

Attacking Level Bombers:
6 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet
15 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet

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Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 45
J1N1-R Irving x 2

Allied aircraft
P-38G Lightning x 13

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 1 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
P-38G Lightning x 2 damaged


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tabpub -> RE: Raid warning: Wunpuko (9/15/2004 1:16:30 AM)

11/23/42 Status report to Imperial GHQ

14th Air Brigade continues the harrassment campaign against the developing Allied position on Wunpuko. Our fighters seem to be gaining the upper hand for now, as more Allied fighters appear to contest the airspace. Urgent need for more bombers is requested by 14th AB.

Additionally, the Allied submarines seem to be contenting themselves with nuisance mining operations; none have been contesting several resupply convoys that have been active in the last 2 weeks. Suspect that they are being conserved to be used "en masse" in concert with some future Allied offensive operation.

Along those lines, we are as well prepared as can be for any action in the future. If whatever is "sucking" my Val replacements away from the theatre would cease, I could not be more happy.

Commander CL Tatsuta has been relieved of command and reassigned to the barge AG1101. Reason - he transmitted a clear broadcast to an associate in the Harbormaster's Office in Truk, indicating that he was returning to the theatre and requesting a special favor be done on his arrival in 5 days. This breach of security led to the Allies being aware that we are still receiving reinforcements.

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/23/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 51
G4M1 Betty x 18
J1N1-R Irving x 3

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2
P-40E Warhawk x 14
P-38G Lightning x 2

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 2 destroyed
A6M2 Zero x 1 damaged
G4M1 Betty x 1 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 2 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 damaged
P-40E Warhawk x 8 destroyed
P-40E Warhawk x 1 damaged
P-38G Lightning x 1 destroyed

ENS U.Hirano of F1/3rd Daitai is credited with kill number 2


Allied ground losses:
Men lost 4

Runway hits 3

Attacking Level Bombers:
7 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet
10 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet

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Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 42

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 17

no losses

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 damaged


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Air attack on Luganville , at 53,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 41

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 14

no losses

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 1 damaged


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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: I-80 border war: Condor vs. TabPub (9/17/2004 3:17:50 AM)

24 Nov 42
Wx: Overcast

0811L…Wunpuko airbase…

Captain Anderson of the 44th Fighter Squadron couldn’t believe it. Yet another raid on the base from Guadalcanal, and the Allies were moving their best aircraft out of the combat zone! The last of the P-38Gs left earlier today. Meanwhile, as he climbed to altitude, all that was left to defend the base was a conglomeration of Navy Wildcats orphaned from the sunk carrier Yorktown and a bunch of new Army pilots still trying to figure out the best way to fly the P-40. Those pilots who flew P-39D Airacobras before the upgrade to the newer fighter complained about not having the power of the P-39D, as well as a definite lack of armor protection. The Warhawk was, in fact, armored; just not to the extent of the heavier Airacobra. It was like trying to adapt from driving a bulldozer to a sports car. And it was about to show in yet another engagement with the young, but fast learning pilots of the Japanese empire…

2330L...Moffett Field Naval Air Station...Mountain View, California...

Inside the next oversized hangar, the technicians were performing routine maintenance on the blimps used for patrolling San Francisco Bay. Inside their own office of Hangar #3, representatives of the United States Senate Appropiations Committee were confering with members of Boeing and Lockheed corporations. It was a unique site, where, inside one office 9 men sat around a conference table, elegant and stately - and definitely out of place in the bare bones environment of a military hangar. Next door to the men was a Navy ensign, copying coded messages from the island of New Caledonia, and transmitting them back to both Washington and a B-17 assembly plant in Kansas.

The last message went into the office full of men. Heads nodded, hands were shaken, and the senators left with their entourage of bodyguards. The new Lightnings had proved their worth, and were now being husbanded in preparation for America's first major offensive since Peral Harbor. Operation Pacific Fury was about to be approved - and only 20 men in the country even knew of its existence...

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/24/42

Weather: Overcast

Sub attack at 36,39

Japanese Ships
DD Makinami

Allied Ships
SS Trout


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Air attack on Wunpuko , at 51,51

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 15
G4M1 Betty x 21

Allied aircraft
F4F-4 Wildcat x 2
P-40E Warhawk x 13

Japanese aircraft losses
G4M1 Betty x 1 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 2 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
F4F-4 Wildcat x 1 destroyed
F4F-4 Wildcat x 1 damaged
P-40E Warhawk x 1 destroyed

PO2 A.Ikeda of F1/3rd Daitai is credited with kill number 2

Runway hits 1

Attacking Level Bombers:
8 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet
12 x G4M1 Betty at 9000 feet

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Shadow of the Condor -> RE:Pacific Fury (9/17/2004 9:48:50 PM)

26 Nov 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

1800L…base operations building…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The Admiral was working through dinner. Washing and their ever-present contingent of officials were demanding almost hourly updates. He had put them off and let them know that once he got the information, he would forward it to them. And he was reviewing the information now. First up were the transcripted copies of aircrew debriefs from the raids on Buna and Rabaul:

msg DTG 1511L24NOV42:
re: Operation Pacific Fury
debriefing report
Raid Hershey One
Target Buna

B-24 crews confirm 3 (three) explosions of a Japanese ship, most likely the seaplane tender Kimikawa Maru. One explosion reported to be massive, most probably a hit on the ship’s fuel stores. Three hits observed with 500lb GP ordinance. Estimate heavy to irreparable damage to the tender. Minor to negligible damage to port facilities. No CAP or AA observed.

Raid Hershey Two
Target Rabaul

B-17 crews report navigation information incorrect, and only 3 (three) planes arrived over target. Light enemy CAP observed. Crews report CAP largely ineffectual. Conclude the planes were flown by pilots on training missions. Anti-air batteries were effectual and all planes over target took damage. Crews recommend not, repeat not, attempting raid again due to prohibitive distance to target.

msg ends


The Admiral pushed away his plate and lit up a cigar. His staff was similarly pushing theirs’ away as well, regardless of how far they were through the dinner.

“Stroke of luck getting that tender at Buna, sir” was the observation many had made to him when word first reached them about the success of the mission’s opening salvo. The Japanese had responded when they saw the transports headed into Cairns, but only sent 4 of their Betty torpedo bombers against the Australian port. They had massive fighter escort, and 5 pilots lost their lives defending the port and the minesweepers anchored there.

“Gentlemen,” the Admiral began, “there is only one reason the Japanese had a tender at Buna.” He let the words hang a minute. “They’re using their air support at Dobadura. The base there has been classified as a level six, and is the source of the raids into Australia. That, gentlemen, is our next target. Close New Guinea, and Japan will have only one source of airpower in the Coral Sea.”

He knew it. His staff knew it. And there was absolutely no doubt the Japanese knew it as well. But the time was fast approaching. The Allies were coming.

2245L…Convoy Routing office…base operations building…Noumea, New Guinea…

The commander just looked again at the manifests, and the dates…and muttered to himself as he took a long drag off of his unfiltered Lucky Strike.

“Impossible…”

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/26/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Air attack on Rabaul , at 21,28

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 9
A6M3 Zero x 3

Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 3

no losses

Allied aircraft losses
B-17E Fortress x 3 damaged

Port hits 1
Port supply hits 1

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Buna , at 12,38


Allied aircraft
B-24D Liberator x 11


no losses

Japanese Ships
AV Kimikawa Maru, Bomb hits 3, on fire, heavy damage

Port hits 1

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-24D Liberator at 6000 feet
8 x B-24D Liberator at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Cooktown , at 6,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 21

no losses


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Air attack on TF, near Cairns at 7,56

Japanese aircraft
A6M3 Zero x 42
G4M1 Betty x 4

Allied aircraft
P-40E Kittyhawk x 18
P-40E Warhawk x 23

Japanese aircraft losses
G4M1 Betty x 2 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 2 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
P-40E Kittyhawk x 5 destroyed
P-40E Warhawk x 3 destroyed
P-40E Warhawk x 3 damaged

Allied Ships
MSW Toowoomba

Attacking Level Bombers:
2 x G4M1 Betty at 200 feet

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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: RE:Pacific Fury (9/18/2004 7:07:21 PM)

0311L…Noumea harbor…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The bombers had been making occasional nuisance raids for the past month, and when the Admiral was awoke and hustled into the basement of the operations building by his orderly, he knew this was another. He didn’t actually dislike these raids, since they usually damaged nothing, and cost the enemy 2 or 3 bombers that didn’t make the long flight back to Lunga. This morning, the Admiral received news that one of the many ships in the harbor did take a bomb hit. In his already sour mood from being awoke ninety minutes early, he didn’t take kindly to the commander’s aside remark that, “it had to happen sooner or later..”

0811L…6000 feet over Dobadura, New Guinea…

The 42 heavy bombers approached the Japanese base. It was the prime suspect for the point where the raids against Australia where originating from. The bombers had no fighter escort, and the 21 Japanese Zeroes who rose up to meet them were glad of that. They were less glad, however, when they engaged the “defenseless” bombers. Flying in their characteristic box formations, each bomber had 12 machine guns for defense, and forty two of them flying in formation meant that the attacking fighters had a chance of being fired on by over 100 machine guns at once. This fact was pointedly made clear to the startled fighter pilots when, again and again, their attacks were driven off by the interlocking fire from the bomber crews. To their credit, however, the fighters did inflict damage on two of the lumbering giants, but the bombers actually shot down one fighter and damaged four more. All forty-two bombers reached the target and, flying through anti-aircraft fire, dropped twelve 500lb bombs each. All forty two bombers then left the base and headed home. The damage estimate to the base was officially classified as “significant”, but a reconnaissance mission was already slated for the next day to confirm this.

0900L…Cairns, Australia…

Almost at the same time as the American bombers were bombarding Dobadura, the Japanese sent over 90 bombers to Cairns, in an attempt to close the base there. The Japanese bombers also were unescorted. When the American P-40 Warhawk fighters met them, however, the results were vastly different. The Japanese bombers flew almost in straight line formations, and each bomber basically defended itself. The result was fifteen enemy bombers were shot down by the fighters, yet over seventy rolled on to bomb the base. The fighters simply ran out of ammunition. Cairns was alerted, and they got ready to withstand the bombardment as best they could.

0911L…Cooktown, Australia…

A second bombing force was attacking the Australian base here. The Japanese figured out it was the source of the impudent raid on Rabaul. But the Americans had already moved the heavy bombers out of there. The base ground force was there, but they were well protected in their bunkers. The B-26 Marauders, who were now the residents of the base, had taken off earlier. The Japanese bombers, with their escorting fighters, approached the largely abandoned base…

0922L...Port Moresby, New Guinea...

The Marauders approached what was once an Allied base and waited for the enemy CAP to show up. They were actually under orders to disperse if intercepted, but none met them. The bombers pressed on, and found no anti-aircraft fire met them either. They unloaded their bombs onto the Japanese base and left...

1900L...base operations building...briefing room...Noumea, New Caledonia...

The Admiral listened intently to the damage reports from both New guinea and Australia. Both sides of the conflict were trying to deny the use of airbases to the other. if it came to a straight race to see who would be closed first, the Japanesewould lose that race. The Allies had significantly more capabilities to repair bases in shorter time periods than the Japanese could. The Admiral was counting on that time lag to draw out the enemy carriers and finally get an idea of where they were. They were the last worry on his mind. They still had the power to sink ships - and the Admiral needed to pin them down...somewhere.


AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 11/27/42

Weather: Clear

Air attack on Noumea , at 52,67

Japanese aircraft
G4M1 Betty x 9

Japanese aircraft losses
G4M1 Betty x 2 damaged

Allied Ships
DD Morris, Bomb hits 1, on fire

Attacking Level Bombers:
9 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet

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Air attack on Dobadura , at 13,38

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 7
A6M3 Zero x 14

Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 30
B-24D Liberator x 12

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M2 Zero x 2 damaged
A6M3 Zero x 1 destroyed
A6M3 Zero x 2 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
B-17E Fortress x 6 damaged
B-24D Liberator x 1 damaged

Airbase hits 7
Airbase supply hits 1
Runway hits 35

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
12 x B-24D Liberator at 6000 feet
6 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
5 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
7 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Port Moresby , at 10,40


Allied aircraft
B-26B Marauder x 15


no losses

Airbase hits 1
Airbase supply hits 1
Runway hits 11

Attacking Level Bombers:
12 x B-26B Marauder at 6000 feet
3 x B-26B Marauder at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Cairns , at 7,56

Japanese aircraft
G4M1 Betty x 93

Allied aircraft
P-40E Warhawk x 18

Japanese aircraft losses
G4M1 Betty x 10 destroyed
G4M1 Betty x 1 damaged

Allied aircraft losses
P-40E Warhawk x 1 destroyed
P-40E Warhawk x 1 damaged
P-40E Kittyhawk x 2 destroyed

FO W. Linder of 8th FS is credited with kill number 3

Airbase hits 8
Runway hits 26

Attacking Level Bombers:
6 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
9 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
9 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
15 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
7 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
13 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
2 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
3 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet
2 x G4M1 Betty at 7000 feet

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Air attack on Cooktown , at 6,53

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 18
A6M3 Zero x 35
G4M1 Betty x 38

no losses

Airbase hits 1
Runway hits 9

Attacking Level Bombers:
0 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
0 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
0 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
6 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
4 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
19 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet
9 x G4M1 Betty at 11000 feet

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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: The End of the Beginning (9/24/2004 11:28:06 PM)

4 Dec 42
Wx: Thunderstorms

1007L…onboard PBY Catalina callsign ‘Butcher Four’…

Ensign Denny King was starting to think of the new base at Wunpuko as home. He was making his fifth search flight from there in the past week. “Home” was, of course, what you made of it. If you can call a few tents and a couple of huts “home”, then Wunpuko was your place. The fighter pilots there were like fighter pilots everywhere – cocky, brash and invincible. Diametrically opposed to the rashness of young fighter pilots were the almost fatherly engineers of the SeaBees who were turning the hunk of coral into a respectable base. Of course, the “fatherly” SeaBees had their own brand of invincibility – the kind that comes from having experienced much of what the world has to offer, and not having missed out on any of it. King wasn’t happy about being away from his family, but if he had to be in the war, at least he was in the company of good men. He smiled a moment, and was looking forward to the continuation of the acey-deucy tournament set up amongst the three groups of men. King was in second place, and supposed to play a representative from the Marine Wildcat pilots.

Back to the task at hand, King was navigating from thunderhead to thunderhead as he headed north by northeast. The Japanese had been very cagey in the past couple of months, with only the odd cruiser or transport being reported at Lunga. They had not tried to sail south of Irau with anything but submarines. A couple of bombing missions – but that was it.

“Sir…behind us…five o’clock…”

Jenkins had been watching out of the starboard waist bubble and had spotted ships just as the plane was being obscured again by clouds.

King cursed the weather and began to turn back south and try to find a patch of clear sky. Suddenly, a hole seemed to open above him and brilliant sunlight flooded the pilot compartment. And below them…

1012L…Operations section…Luganville airbase…

The radio operator copied the Morse code message while his assistant began deciphering it from today’s codebook. Finished, he handed it to the Army major standing over his shoulder.

Major Jefferies was a former P-39D pilot until he had taken a piece of shrapnel in a “dogfight” with a Zero pilot back at Port Moresby. That Zero pilot was a little bit better than Jefferies that day, and Jefferies wore a red patch over his eye to remind him all it took was to be just a little bit better than your enemy. Now attached to Army intelligence, he was the liaison between the Navy’s base at Luganville and his senior on the Condor’s staff. Jefferies read the message and had it transmitted back to Noumea. He watched the operator key the original coded message back over the airwaves…

“Butcher Four…Zebra Quebec…Enemy vessels…map 0501…195…12…repeat…”

Jefferies had plotted the ships’ position on the map reference overlay of the area. Two Japanese warships…210 miles east of Tulagi…headed south. Jefferies had considered that the ships might be a ruse, but he doubted the Japanese would try a ruse during bad weather. Better to try it when the clear skies would almost guarantee a sighting contact. No, Jefferies had a feeling that the two ships were part of an end run around the outside of the Solomons, hoping to be covered by the weather. He wasn’t sure, of course, but better safe than sorry…

1700L…Noumea harbor…alongside South Dakota…

The yeoman blew the shrill whistle in the oft-heard tune, and Admiral Kinkaid climbed aboard the flagship of task force 215. He dispensed with the formalities and met the captains of the individual ships in the force. Along with him were both heavy and light cruisers, anti-aircraft support, and the new Fletcher class destroyers screening the capital ship. He had put it simply to captains of the ships assigned to task force 215 – keep up, or I’ll leave you for the fish. The hunt would begin at 1900L…




Shadow of the Condor -> RE: I-80 border war: Condor vs. TabPub (9/27/2004 8:05:47 AM)

8 Dec 42
Wx: Rainy

0700L…30 miles SW of Kourouratopo…onboard USS Libra…

Commander Fletcher watched the little ships depart. His escort, 10 sub chasers, was headed for Luganville while he was continuing on his own. He didn’t like being unescorted even for this short distance, but the escorts were needed back for another task force that was ready to leave. Fletcher gave a last look at the charts and went to lie down for a bit, already feeling the headache creeping up on him.

1003L…Wunpuko airbase…Operations area…

Major Hawthorne was making his own mental notes about the upcoming mission. His 12 B-17s of the 65th Bomb Squadron had arrived yesterday and they were already designated for a mission. One that had been in planning since the early days back in May. His was only the tip of the vengeful spear about to be thrust into the Japanese controlled waters and islands. He was a bit concerned about the reception they would get, as the enemy knew this had to come sooner or later. But Hawthorne didn’t concern himself much with that. He had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad his crews would be getting off of those interminable search missions, but – on the other hand…on search missions, nobody usually shot back. And he knew the Japanese would shoot back tomorrow.

1100L…Noumea harbor…

Nicholas limped into the harbor, with fires still burning – albeit greatly reduced. Truth be told, her captain, Commander Brett Turner was chagrined about hitting the mine in the first place, but his damage control teams had virtually eliminated all fires and flooding within twenty-four hours of the explosion. They were now working to get the ship’s systems back on line. They estimated 22% damage to the ship, and promised they could repair it while still at sea. But the captain overrode that sentiment, knowing there were more destroyers at Noumea and Nicholas could dry-dock and get her repairs done in the safety of the base.

Turner thought about it while the tug pushed them into their berth.

“It could have been worse…”

1300L…onboard USS South Dakota…

Rear Admiral Kinkaid signed off on the housekeeping traffic presented to him by his staff officer. The tanker Pecos was already en route to them, and he knew the second hunting party was leaving Noumea tonight. He was even getting word that bombers would be making their first strike against Guadalcanal. The Allies were beginning to flex their muscle in this theater, and Kinkaid wouldn’t have traded his current situation for anything in the world.

1448L…Cairns, Australia…

“…and that was it. No AA, no fighters, just a standard run against an undefended target. Good luck tomorrow!”

“Thank you, Captain Ames.” Captain Ron Taylor of the newly arrived 320th Bomb Squadron had asked that a pilot from the 63rd Bomb Squadron brief his pilots about what they had encountered on the Port Moresby raid earlier in the morning. Taylor’s pilots had absolutely zero combat experience, and were part of the flood of men and equipment engulfing the southwestern Pacific area. Taylor hoped that the talk from a pilot who had just come back from a mission against the Port would relieve his own pilots of most of their fears.

Taylor walked outside at the end of the briefing and looked over the 12 shiny new B-24D Liberators and then back at the young men filing out of the briefing room onto the tarmac, and silently wondered if the Port would still be “undefended” tomorrow.

Suddenly, a young airman rushed up to Taylor, saluted, and gave him a message. Taylor read the short note and smiled. A squadron of new Lightnings that everyone was raving about would escort the even newer pilots. He called out to the men, and waved them over, saying he had some news for them…

2111L…Wunpuko harbor…onboard USS American Legion…

Captain Warner was pleased at the progress of the unloading. Seven of the twelve 155mm howitzers of the 259th coastal defense battalion were ashore. With luck, the ship would be empty by tomorrow before the noon hour. And then he and his transport could get out of here. Yesterday, the destroyer Nicholas hit a mine and had to detach. The task force’s minesweeper, Hovey, had alerted the ships to the presence of the mines, but it was just one of those things. Warner didn’t need another “one of those things.”

AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 12/08/42

Weather: Rain

Sub attack near Shortland Island at 29,34

Japanese Ships
CA Kako

Allied Ships
SS S-43


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Air attack on Port Moresby , at 10,40


Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 12


no losses

Japanese ground losses:
Men lost 37

Port hits 4

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
4 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
5 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet

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Shadow of the Condor -> RE: Ambush at Kourouratopo (9/28/2004 10:58:32 AM)

10 Dec 42
Wx: Partly Cloudy

0048L…1 mile west of Kourouratopo…onboard USS Bache…

Commander Farley had detached from his escort duty earlier in the evening and had made almost 25 knots in trying to get into the position he was in. The rest of Admiral Kinkaid’s strike force was about 3 miles behind him. Bache was acting as sentry. Her SG radar was supposedly able to locate targets up to 14 miles away, but the operators on board rarely trusted returns from that distance. Besides, there were a plethora of little islands out here – and the return of a low island caused more than one ship to fire onto a coral reef. And that’s where South Dakota was lying in ambush. All Kinkaid needed was a radio signal from Bache.

It had all started the day before when a PBY from Luganville spotted four destroyers NNW of Kourouratopo. The plane reported that the ships were not moving, and that got everyone’s attention. The ships were going to make a classic nighttime sprint. The only question was whether it was to bombard the base or to land troops and wipe out two “undefended” SeaBee battalions – which had been spotted for almost three days by level bombers and recon planes from the Japanese base at Lunga.

And now, the time was right. If the Japanese had indeed begun a nighttime sprint into Kourouratopo, they should be arriving somewhere around midnight. True to form, they were on their way.

Bache’s radar had picked up the incoming ships when they were still twelve miles away. When they closed to 11 miles, Commander Farley sent the message back to Admiral Kinkaid that the enemy had indeed taken the bait. South Dakota and her escorts came to life, and began to steam into the harbor to meet the ships.

At 10 miles, Bache had worked up a course and speed on the contacts. They were closing on the SeaBee positions at over 30 knots.

As the enemy approached to five miles from the island, the American ships, along with the Australian light cruiser Leander, were in position. Kinkaid had deployed his destroyers fore and aft of his cruisers. South Dakota would lay back and not expose herself to the Japanese Long Lance torpedoes. Kinkaid had been told to expect a FT force of destroyers rather than a cruiser bombardment force. His own cruisers were parallel to the island. Intelligence estimated the Japanese ships would not be equipped with radar, but Kinkaid’s ships would blend in with the coastline scatter if the enemy proved the intelligence estimates wrong.

At four miles out, Bache formed up at the end of the line, and South Dakota illuminated the sea with her own radar. She began to track the enemy and direct the operation.

At three miles out, the enemy began to radically reduce speed. They were too far out to unload, so that meant they had detected Kinkaid’s force. But it was too late. At 5000 yards, the cruisers opened fire.....

0130L…3 miles west of Kourouratopo…

By the time it was over, the cruiser Leander had been damaged the most of all, having had an entire four-inch gun mount destroyed, along with the crew inside it. The destroyer Beale also took damage, and a few fires were burning. In return, the Japanese force of five destroyers and two fast transport ships was almost completely obliterated. One ship, the Hokaze exploded after taking a third volley of eight-inch shells from Portland. Two more ships, the Nokaze and Tachikaze, exploded and sunk after breaking off from the conflict. But, to the Japanese credit, they still landed almost 1000 combat troops and 10 guns on Kourouratopo. They would no doubt exact their revenge on the American engineers.

Except that the American engineers were no longer there.

And this is the situation at a small island known as Kourouratopo. Brave Japanese sailors and officers battled through heavy odds and almost certain death and landed troops on an island that two days ago, held some of Americas best engineers and construction equipment. As soon as the battle was over, seven destroyers were making their way to the beach to pick up the last of the Americans and leave the island in the hands of almost 1000 Japanese combat troops with 10 guns.

0310L…base operations building…briefing room…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The Condor was halfway into his third cup of coffee when Kinkaid’s action report was delivered to him.

…Signal Green…enemy forces ashore…three…repeat…three enemy vessels sunk…four…repeat…four enemy vessels burning out of control…enemy departing north by northwest…two..repeat…two friendly vessels sustained minor damage…returning to base…

He read the signal again, and lit up a cigar. He looked over at Admiral Pye, and then to a Navy lieutenant commander who was told to stand by the phone with a predetermined list of units to call. Looking at the aide, the Condor blew out the wooden match and moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth.

“Execute.”

0330L…Noumea harbor…

Lieutenant Colonel Carlson of the 2nd Marine Raider battalion was glad to be onboard. His battalion was dispersed among six fast transport destroyers. They had actually loaded the night before, and the transports were now steaming out of the protected waters. Within thirty-six hours, they would be at their destination…

0745L…240 miles NNW of Kourouratopo…

The Marine SBD and TBF pilots were already over the damaged Japanese task force. The pilots, however, were young, inexperienced, and hampered by the tendrils of black smoke that effectively shielded the ships from attack. Reluctantly, they turned back to base to try again later in the day. The ships weren’t in any kind of shape to escape.

0912L…20,000 feet over Lunga airbase…

The B17s had fought through the fighters, and dropped their bombs on the base. Minor damage was noted – nothing that even the Japanese couldn’t easily fix. The Japanese, however, did accomplish something very important. As the bombers turned to leave, a Zero got onto the tail of a B-17 in the trail position. The tailgunner’s machineguns had jammed, and the Zero started to shred the rudder and control surfaces of the tailplane. Within a minute, the B-17 was trailing smoke, and started a shallow dive from which it would not recover. The Japanese had finally shot down a B-17…

1307L…240 miles NNW of Kourouratopo…

Once again, the Maring attack aircraft orbited the stricken ships, looking for an opening in the smoke and haze to pick out a target. Some SBDs dropped bombs blindly, trying to anticipate where the ships would be. One plane did score a hit, however. A TBF pilot was able to line up on the destroyer Hakaze and a 22 inch torpedo exploded into what was left of the hull of the ship. The ship broke in half and slipped beneath the waves.

2000L…base operations building…briefing room…Noumea, New Caledonia…

The operation had been almost textbook in its success. Landing engineers on an island, and then pulling them out just as the enemy arrived to attack them. The ambush at Kourouratopo couldn’t have been better executed. And now, every A-20 and B-26 in range was lining up on the enemy ground force at Kourouratopo. The enemy ships were limping away, but already six submarines were closing on them from the north and west. The Marine pilots would add their attacks onto the enemy ground troops if the ships got out of range.

To finish off the operation, 48 C-47 transport aircraft would fly over the island at approximately 6000 feet, dropping the 1st Parachute Battalion who would mop up what was hoped to be a surprised, bewildered, and shellshocked enemy.

The Admiral nodded a bit and announced to all he was retiring for the evening, but he wanted the logistics requirements for Operation Kangaroo on his desk by 8am.



AFTER ACTION REPORTS FOR 12/10/42

Weather: Partly Cloudy

Night Time Surface Combat, near Kourouratopo at 52,48

Japanese Ships
DD Hagikaze, Shell hits 4, on fire, heavy damage
DD Hakaze, Shell hits 4, on fire, heavy damage
DD Hokaze, Shell hits 10, and is sunk
DD Tachikaze, Shell hits 22, on fire, heavy damage
DD Nokaze, Shell hits 17, on fire, heavy damage
APD 31, Shell hits 2
APD 39, Shell hits 5, on fire

Allied Ships
BB South Dakota, Shell hits 1
CA Portland, Shell hits 1
CA Northampton
CL Leander, Shell hits 1
CLAA San Diego
DD Beale, Shell hits 1
DD Bache
DD Aaron Ward
DD Laffey
DD Buchanan

Japanese ground losses:
Men lost 655


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Air attack on Port Moresby , at 10,40

Japanese aircraft
A6M3 Zero x 22

Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 6

Japanese aircraft losses
A6M3 Zero x 1 destroyed

Allied aircraft losses
B-17E Fortress x 1 damaged

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet
3 x B-17E Fortress at 6000 feet

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Air attack on Lunga , at 38,40

Japanese aircraft
A6M2 Zero x 20

Allied aircraft
B-17E Fortress x 8

no losses

Allied aircraft losses
B-17E Fortress x 2 damaged

Runway hits 1

Attacking Level Bombers:
3 x B-17E Fortress at 20000 feet
5 x B-17E Fortress at 20000 feet

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Air attack on TF at 50,46


Allied aircraft
SBD Dauntless x 25
TBF Avenger x 13
P-38G Lightning x 3


Allied aircraft losses
SBD Dauntless x 2 damaged

Japanese Ships
DD Hagikaze, on fire, heavy damage
APD 39, on fire
DD Hakaze, Torpedo hits 1, on fire, heavy damage


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