1275psi
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There is little fuss as once again 47th depart from Truk, for points south. 85th sentai, now reinforced, come along. It’s a pleasant flight –well guided by a big Emily, navigation is easy, and for once, nobody is lost. It is a long flight, and for many –there is plenty of time to think. Iwaya, Iwaya worries. He is still with out a kill. Has now expended thousands of rounds of ammunition, and failed to bring down any prey. He knows now, and he accepts it –he is no bloody good at this game. But honour is a great pressure on him. He must score. He must. And now –now the potential of enemy fighters. And so he worries –worries about his skill, his flight, his contribution. Juni just flies. It Irks him that they have left the front –even for such a short time.he has seen too many ships sunk, too many men killed, to feel comfort at “resting” No, not for a day more than necessary. Soon the twin tailed devils again. Fair enough Inoue too worries. No mail. No news of home. And the Marshalls - still the battle goes on. How?. How do the Americans do it.? There is much to worry about –of them all, only Inoue really sees the greater picture. Miyazaki flies full of pride. A month of battle, a month of watching the navy at work, and a day, a single day, of seeing a younger brother now a man, has changed something in him. He looks around at the fighters bouncing about in lose formation about him. Feels his chin, remembers the blow. He deserved it. Nakamura thinks ahead. The base he must now help defend. The groups they will relieve. The opposition he can expect. Another task, another challenge. The carriers were successfully defended. This they did. Let the fork tailed devils come –47th can do it. Hyakutake simply flies the flight, watches the world slide by. He’s flying. So he is happy.
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