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16/9/42 At 33000 feet the world is an incredibly hostile place. The horrible leather mask that feeds you your life sustaining oxygen is tight, rubbing, and uncomfortable -and under it you are sweating But on the outside a thin laying of frost is trying to develop onto every metal surface in the plane Juni V can feel the cold through the leathers of his gloves, the way the flap lever, the Throttle, wants to stick to his skin if given half a chance. He is so cold. His feet feel like clubs somewhere down below him. Juni V is tucked up hard behind and below his brother, Juni B's right wing almost seeming to touch his cockpit (but in reality at least 10 feet separate them), and they are swinging around hard left, the controls are sloppy up here, and the engine is bellowing hard, starving of grip, and power giving air. The sky is clear as a crystal, the clouds are 10000 feet below, and death stalks this far, far away world. The Liberators -(for so long mis identified as B-30"s by our pilots -but in reality B-24's) are now directly ahead -little dots on the horizon, 9 steady streams of vapour marking their steady march across the sky. The twins are about 500 feet above them, 5 miles ahead -intercept speed of over 500 mph . Gun safeties confirmed off! The twins lead the first attack, behind them about a dozen Tigers follow, Juni B is barking instructions across the radio -"The cockpit!, aim for the cockpits!" Full throttle! A slight push, right stick a bit, clear Juni B, . nose down, the bomber grows, grows, now a cross, engines, wings, The crash of guns, the stink of cordite, adjust the tangent of tracer (but tracer is always low!), the bomber flashes past and above, left stick, left rudder, centre, a near vertical wing over, Juni v keeps the bombers in sight, neck craning. He levels out, now at the same altitude of the hunted prey. The barsteds are still flying -no surprise there 70th sentai joins in -another dozen or so fighters -slashing attacks from the side. Juni V smiles -it's a cold merciless smile -as one of the bombers abruptly folds up -and begins the long, long fall to the ocean below Juni B is still barking instructions to his section, they form on him, and the battle takes a pause -the bombers re group -fill the hole, and can do nothing but watch as the fighters steadily overtake them, form up on the right flank, the left flank, ahead. The twins -like many Japanese pilots -have hatred the introduction of the radio -it is a symbol that the lone Hunter, the true fighter pilot -is no more. Its says -team, co ordination, numbers, technology. Juni V hates it. So does his Brother . But Nakamura believes in it intensly -and they WILL use it Nakamura has now joined the fray, the bomber pilots can see the numbers gathering against them . "Attack!" The fighters peel in -again the sky is split by the steams of fire -the fighters flashing in from all directions, too many, too many. Another bomber falls Men die flaming deaths, in the sub zero cold. Inoue falls away - his engine has taken a shell square into the front of it -shattering it. By some miracle he is not hurt, and he will be able to glide home -an adventure in itself -but one of little consequence to anyone else but himself, as the battle above goes into round three The twins fall away -both are empty of ammunition. The descent is a battle descent -a great spiralling dive down wards, almost sickening, down, down to the clouds -hurry, hurry!. Down to warmth, and air, and life The atoll swells into view. Level out, join circuit FUST -Flaps!, Undercart!, Speed!, Trim! - nobody does these automatically -you never forget this End of strip, wait, wait, wing over, descending, pick touch down point -15 meters from the coral edge of the single strip, level, wing over, line up, speed, speed, visibility is so **** landing this beast, side slip slightly to clear the view, the water rushes underneath, coral, strip, DOWN!, no bounce, chop throttle, brakes , brakes on. Juni V stops, blips the engine hard, right rudder, clear the strip. Taxi to the edge, swing her around, leave her running. Canopy slams back -and a man is there, passing a canteen of desperately needed water. Men swarm over the beast, ammunition is carried in great snakes of brass , carried and fed into her roots, fuel is not required yet.......... Done! All Clear! Check left!, wait - three more fighters coming into land -and Inoue rolls past as well -Crap -he looks a mess -is he ok? -no time to ponder! Bombs crash into the lagoon -a long way away -fear drags at him -there is only one possible target -and he is sitting in the middle of it! Full throttle ! AWAY! Juni V streams down the strip, begins to climb More bombers are approaching.................... Operations report 47th Sentai Planes available 26 Planes damaged 10 Pilots -37 In conjuction with29th and 70th sentai engaged in a series of intercepts of heavy bombers over majuro atoll Nil Losses Nil kills given to this unit 4 kills attributed to 29th sentai Note - a very careful examination of the records of the American 139th bomber unit involved today sees that 5 liberators were lost today -and there is little doubt in the authors mind at least, that Col Nakamura took down LT Simpsons Bomber . With 20 of the AVG shot down in China by a combined fighter sweep near Nanchang -today marked a black day for the allied air force.
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