1275psi
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Jan 16th There is, always will be, something special about a destroyer at speed. Six in line ahead, 200 yards spacing, racing through the dark. Star shells ripple ahead, night becoming day. Other destroyers, revealed by those spiralling white falling spluttering stars. Five, Minekaze class. Struggling in the swells 'little boys to Port, engage! The allied line swings hard, healing, shuddering, line ahead! Both lines bark, tracer flies...white columns of water, guns struggling to find targets.... The Japanese turn, vanish into the pitch dark 'Little boys line ahead!.. On, on at speed, towards Adak island Again starshells split the sky, orange, red, Japanese... 5 More sinister shapes, one particularly long, low, lethal CL Kiakami, 4 more small DDs Manoeuvre, fire, fish, starshell, tracer, manoeuvre, the thud of shells, the screams of dying men. Again, the Japanese fade away into the night.. Adak island DDs's Cummings, Case, Conygham, Reid, Tucker, Downes........ Here we are japan. One on one. Not out numbered. Not pounded , hounded from the air. As good as you, as good as you will ever be. And we are here to fight. Adak island, dark, cold, bare, a shadow in the dark Other shadows, trying to hide A convoy The defending destroyer is shredded, 4 transports left burning. Turn for home But Kitakami will have the last say. Out of the dark, unseen, a salvo, . DD Case will go down. We are here. We fight. We provide cover for even bigger things.
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