1275psi
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9th of June 0030 hours, bridge, battleship Hyuga Ban stands at the rear of the bridge, trying his hardest to keep out of the way. He has but two jobs this night, this day, both burnt into his heart. Officially, he is but a messenger boy. But his real mission is deeper, far motre vital. An hour ago, as the ship closed for Action, his captain has taken him aside The smile is gone, but the eyes still shine, intent, intent like iron in them. "Your job boy is simple. We go to fight, and in all likely hood, die. Your job, your mission............is to live. To live, you hear, to live, so that men one day may hear how we died........." To live. Hard for a Japanese to do, when battle calls. But he will try. He will try. And the greatest Journey Ban should ever experience, begins................. At 0200, a submarine takes a shot, but the three battle wagons, line ahead, steam on unmolested. A hundred eyes stare into the dark, Timors North coast racing down her flank........... "There is a friendly japanese destroyer also attacking from the North men..........lets make our recongnition good " They steam on, the bridge silent, decks gently vibrating. The guns twitch.......... Lautern is somewhere ahead. Bans mind , incredibly, has wandered.......... but the world suddenly comes crashing back. A dozen sets of glasses are aiming to Port...........is there something out there?, what has he missed.? A shiver of excitement passes through him..............the great guns too, are swinging to port........ Ishizakis voice is barely above normal..........."have they seen us?" "'Timor is masking us sir...........no, I don't think so....not yet" There is a little pride.........."and this is called crossing the T"...........Ishizaki lowers his glasses, peers at the binnacle, takes a reading, strides to the bridge wing Behind , 500 yards astern, all of the great guns are pointing due North. The moon shines 3/4. The sea glimmers. Water hisses past. 3000 odd men barely dare to breathe. The Allies, 3CL, 5 DD steam oblivious at 5000 yards, clear upon the moonlit waters. In the dark shadow of Timor, the great shells lie nestled "All guns, open fire" So flat, so mundane, so plainly spoke. To Ban, its as if the world explodes.........a great flashing, the men in front of him abruptly silohetted- the abrupt dark, the thunderous crash, the great jolt...............and the acrid stink of cordite. And again, and again..........his ears hurt, eyes bulge......the noise is too stupefying, too overwhelming to let fear intrude. he wants to see..........but senses too inexperienced cannot tell his addled brain anything. But the Captains voice can........"Shift target right!, let the destroyers finish her!" And now the bridge seems a chaos of noise and confusion.........orders and reports streaming out or in, and above it all, the BOOM, BOOM, BOOM of the great doom, flashing out. "secondary batteries engaging destroyer sir!" "watch for fish men, a bottle of sake for everyone dodged!" Something strikes Hyuga, ban feels it through his legs...........a shell!, and terror suddenly grips him. But he cannot die, the Captain has forbid it............ he tries to take in the battle..........and eyes finally see.............there, 10000 yards away...........the enemy ships!, and some are burning. The ships seem to move so slowly, one a bright, bright glare on the water, but there are other flashes too. A shell slams Hyuga , somewhere above them..........faintly, screams. Another, somewhere below, and a searchlight blinks out...... BOOM, BOOM, BOOM............. "report from our search plane sir!.....many ships!, many ships, including carriers, 20 miles ahead!" "Starboard 20.........." i am disengaging!"......... There is bigger game ahead. The guns fall silent. barrells turn to ahead. Ban notes the clock.....it is only 0220. Time , in battle, it seems, crawls. He wipes his brow, tastes the smoke. he lives, and he has not disgraced himself. ban feels inner satisfaction. he has done what so few will ever do, be in a naval battle, a battle that appears won. Shapes are hauling over the horizon. Starshells burst, revealing lautern, revealing the beach head Revealing the invasion fleet. ban is wrong. This is no naval battle won. No. this battle has barely, barely begun
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