1275psi
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3/7/43 Arrogance? Failure to anticipate? A lack of imagination -or a masking of the mind to the awful realities............ It does not matter 47th is basically caught on the ground, lined up, ready to go, ready for yet another fruitless day of CAP. Inoue sees the frantic flags first - the flares rising from the end of the field. Moments ago all attention on the left magneto - now eyes frantically searching the sky above. The horror strikes -THERE! -OH TRUK! -right there -, coming over the hill, over the edge of the Truking field itself -and so OH GOD -so GODDAM low! Bombers Not a raid. Not even an attack. A mighty wedge of heavies -a great packed formation -a huge hammer descending from just 8000 feet -a hammer out to smash Rangoon to dust Time freezes Two choices - go- go and probably get caught - or bail Already the screaming shrieks are beginning -overpowering the rapidly climbing clamour of the AA guns He goes The engine bellows -desperate stick, rudder, lining up onto the strip -get the tail up, get the tail up -come on girl! A wall of explosions - ahead -a forest of bombs -a mountain of dust erupting - ahead of him. Spincter squeezing Speed! He reefs his beast into the air -unconciously scrunching up in the cockpit. waiting for a bomb to land right on top of him. Bedlam Noise - something flings him up -and hard over to the right - a scream -him? -desperate opposite stick -she rights herself -and clear air bursts upon him CRAP That was bad. He steadies. Still climbing Others are with him -a few -far too few Throttle to the wall he peels upwards -seeking the enemy Juni too chooses -there is no real choice -its bail -no chance in the world to get away -he has not even got started There is no looking up, no looking back at the CRUMP, CRUMP CRUMP OH CRAP -CRUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPS coming like giants at them across the field - just the shock of hard ground as he leaps free of the cock[pit - the mad, mad dash with so many others to the trenches -the dive -the dust -tumbling bodies -no breathe - and the GIANTS STOMP! STOMP !the world around them The bombs dont land they dont explode They shriek like the very demons of hell -and hell they unleash - a GIGANTIC bang, that shatters ears, drives shock through you, over you -buries you in dust, and noise -and screaming. Juni cowers in his hole - arms over head - a blast of hot searing air slams him into the trench wall - and something strikes his face - and unseeing eyes see the hand -the detached hand -lying there- but they dont really see it as the next bombs hammer into the earth -and the guns are long silent Nakamura curses. he was airborne -him and a few other 44's - and they have done their best - 40 odd fighters flinging themselves at the 100 odd bombers The enemy though has gained complete surprise -and the attack is over before few fighters can even engage They bring down just one before the bombs fall -and the shock sends them silent - breaks them off from the attack -mesmerised at modern warfare unleashing hell Rangoon has disapeared under a horrible cloud - below it -it burns One of those precious dumps goes up -the full stop to the attack. They weren't deep enough after all. Inoue does not know how he gets down -but some how he does. He is hurt - a bullet has grooved him on the thigh -but he does not give it a thought -overwhelmed by the sight about him -in front of him. Juni stands beside him He lives -pale -bloody But he lives Nakamura is ram rod straight -as usual -as he recieves his report The WO giving the report is dirty -uniform shredded He looks broken "105 hits sir -the field is closed.5 dumps hit. casualties -i can't , i cant............" "Steady Warrant officer -take your time" The older man - maybe he was younger this morning -now he is older, far, far older -straightens '" A thousand at last count sir -they hit the construction gangs at lunch." Nakamura remains silent for a moment Its then that Inoue see's the object in his hand The cricket bat. Brocken now -handle a splitered raw mess of shattered timber "AAAAAAAAARGH!" rage hate frustration Nakamura flings the brocken toy onto the moonscape that is his strip he does not look up -"how many planes left Juni?" "47th have 7 -we lost too many to count -its too early to tell" Nakamura mutters something 'Sir?" he looks up -and incredibly smiles It will be alright thinks Inoue - if he can smile -it will be alright "I said gentlemen -walk softly -carry a big stick -remember those times?" Inoue remembers. Truck them -the cowards who never fight -until they can ............. Juni remembers. And the hate, always smouldering - flares in him again Nakamura walks a few feet. Around him the blasted remains of his sentais. Before him a moonscape of destroyed concrete -of craters and churned earth He bends, picks up a common object -somehow blasted to this spot. A shovel "lets get the men to work Hey?" He bends -managing to remain the complete picture of authority even at this task he begins to shovel dirt into the nearest hole Inoue thinks again. 'yes -its bad -but we will be alright" Soon the men come from out of the bedlam -the chaos They begin too -to dig.
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