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4/12/42
Mid morning, and already the field bakes under the hot sun, and the Humidity claws at you –eviscerating you.
Nobody is digging holes today –the sky is clear –here and in Australia.
The bombers will come –but where today?
Already the KI-45s are in the air, patrolling to the south over the hills, and the zeros are lining up , taking to the air to commence their patrols.
Nakamura has a difficult job –balancing the need to keep enough planes in the air - insurance against surprise attack –and the need to keep a reserve in hand if they come in numbers.
Everyone is at immediate notice –and despite the sweat, the pain in the butt the flight suits are –no one –no one –is going to be not ready if the call comes.
Iwaya is resting under the wing of his fighter, trying to escape the sun. He has found a new conversation partner.
The rookies name –by coincidence only –is Iwaya too.
How fresh faced he looks too!
Fresh faced and so, so totally lost.
His uniform is still so new, that the leather does not even sit naturally on him.
“How many hours did you say you have?”
“26 sir –10 on fighters –but only 1 in this fine machine”
Number 33, the poor sod
Iwaya considers the young man with him, how young. Man? Hardly. A grown boy then?
And yet –Hyakutake once looked as young as this –before the war began.
He had a chance. Why not this youngster?
“Look – when we go up “ he hesitates , Iwaya has to face the fact one day “when we go up –stick with me young man –Im not the best –maybe we can work it out together hey!’
The youngster smiles, begins to speak…
A shrill bell! –SCRAMBLE!!!!
All about them the field bursts into action, and the sirens scream.
Inoue has the throttle to the wall –full emergency boost –and the great engine bellows with a terrific roar, straining, straining to drag him into the sky
“Come on you bitch, lets go, lets go, come on!’
Five in his flight. Just five.
And too bloody low!. Too low!
Come on! –climb!!!
The bomber formation is large –terrifyingly large. Spotted well south of Port Moresby, and deviating not an inch from its target –Lae
There go in the Nicks!
Inoue waggles wings, pulls himself into a gut crushing turn to starboard
Too low!
The bombers sweep in from his left shoulder, left, above, and behind, -the nicks diving down and through
Interception?!!
Traveling almost the same direction –but simply drifting up into the enemy formation
%^$#@$!!! –terrible!
This is #$%^& terrible!
Dozens of guns pointing down at them –tail guns, belly guns, waist guns.
No good
He flips away, stick hard over, diving down, steady –enemy ahead now.
Boys with him? –yes –good
OK, try again
Come on bitch! –climb!
No bloody good –you coward Inoue! –this time old man –get in!
The twins too try to climb, wing tip to wing tip –they too curse – too late, too late!
They too intercept -but barely –cutting across the tail of the bomber formation –few shots being fired –the bombers are moving just so fast!
The great formation powers on –crossing the mountains now –but our fighters are swarming around –zeros diving in, shooting, shooting, peeling away, cueing up –ready to try again.
That voice –Nakamura’s –cuts across the chatter
‘Follow me”
8 tojos streak in –head on attack! –they flash through the formation –tracers flashing
The formation powers on.
Inoue’s mouth is dry, he pants hard –sucking the oxygen.
A zeros briefly blossoms –falls, flaming.
Barsteds!
Wing over –the world gyrates –the bombers grow.
Guns hammer –CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!
Peel away
Good attack!
Barsteds !!!
Fall!
A B17 abruptly lifts its nose, pirouettes in the sky (as if so may tons of aluminum, steel and flesh can pirouette), falls towards the jungles below
A zero rolls in jubilation.
Lae – and still the hornets are rising, swarming now.
The formation powers on –some turn away –but most do not.
The bombs fall –endless streams of black eggs
A liberators streams great clouds of smoke – but that is all – Hyakutake cannot bring him down.
Lae disappears in great clouds of smoke , the bombers turn away
47th follow –nipping like terriers at an elephants heels –noisily, annoyingly –uselessly.
They are almost all gun empty
The enemy 50 cals are not
The action peters out.
On the field, the two Iwayas crouch in one of the new trenches
Too little time to even contemplate getting airborne
The noise is simply incomprehensible –gigantic thuds as the great hammers shake the very earth –the shrieks of the bombs the very shrieks of souls from hell.
Iwaya the veteran dispassionately observes the rookie –he feels almost detached from the scene –hardly flinching as the mud rains onto them.
He flashes the youngster a smile
The poor boy probably does not see it, such is the depths of his terror
Iwaya looks into the sky – 50-60 plus?
Parts of No 33 go barreling across the trench top.
How in the hell are they going to stop this crap?
Operations report 47th sentai
4/12/42
Heavy bomber attack on field
30 fighters intercepted – 4 damaged
3 destroyed fighters on ground
In conjunction with navy fighter units –enemy intercepted in short running fight
Our fighters too low, too late to effectively intercept
Possibly up to 7 enemy taken down.
Head on attack very effective –but takes exceptional nerves
We must practice!
I apologize for failure to intercept.
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