I still don't know what happened to him, all I was doing from then on was trying to stay alive. The way those fellows came diving-zoe-" "Hold still, honey." "Sorry. I tell you, it was rough, Jan. The SBD's a good dive bomber47, but these jap Zeroes! The speed they've got, the maneuverability! They can Turn inside you-whoosh! It's no contest. They do acrobatics48 like birds. You can't shake them and you can't hold them in your sights. the pilots are hot, let me tell you. I don't know if the F4F's a match for them, but one thing's sure, an SBD against Zeroes is simply a dead pigeon. All I could do was keep turning and turning to evade49. They got De Lashmutt right away. He almost broke my eardrums with a horrible scream on the intercom. And then he yelled, 'Mr. Henry, I'm pouring blood, I'm dying," and he moaned and that was all. There was nothing I could do. They kept coming at me. They were so eager, one of them finally overshot and hung for a second or two, in my sights, turning. I let go with my fifties and I could swear he started smoking, but I can't claim anything. I lost sight of him. Tracers started from three sides, right past my vindows, these big pink streaks50, zing, zing, zing-and then, goddamn it, our own A.A. opened up! Why the hell they shot at me I'll never know, the silly sons of bitches-maybe they were gunning for the japs and missing-but the flak was bursting all around me. I still don't know whether they got me, or one of the japs did. All I know is my gas tank caught fire. Poor De lashmutt, I yelled and yelled at him, till the flames were coming up around the cockpit, but he didn't answer, he certainly was dead. So I popped the canopy52 and jumped. I didn't even see where I was until the parachute opened, I just saw water. I was out over Honolulu Harbor, but the wind took me inshore. I almost got hung up in a palm tree in a little park off Dillingham Boulevard; then I cleared it and got down. I grabbed that cab, but I had a time with that fellow. He saw the chute draped all over the tree, he saw me unbuckling-he stopped to watch-and he still wanted fifty dollars to take me home. A patriot53, that one!" "I've got the bleeding sort of under control, sweetie. just sit quiet, will you?" "Good girl. One thing I want to do before this day's out is get at a typewriter. I may file the first combat report of this war on Zeroes. Hey? How about that?... You should see the sights downtown!" Warren crookedly54 grinned at his wife. "People out in pajamas55, nightgowns, or less, yelling, running around gawking at the sky. Old people, kids, mothers shrapnel was rainin with babies. Damn loo s, when A-A. shr g all over the place! The only safe place was inside. I saw this beautiful Chinese girlacross Dillingham Boulevard Anna May reminds me of her-go galloping56 in nothing but a bra and pink panties, and I mean small transparent57 panties-really a sight-""You would notice something like that," said Janice. "No doubt you'd notice it if your arm had been shot clean off." With his good arm, Warren gave her a rough intimate caress58, and she slapped his hand. 'All right! I've got this wound plastered down. Maybe it'll hold for a while. Your ear is all right too. I still think you should see a doctor at the Naval60 Air Station." 'If there's time, if there's time." Grimacing61 as he moved the arm, Warren put on his shirt and sweater and zipped up the suit. "I'll have a look at Vic. Get out the car." He emerged from the house a few moments later and opened the car door. 'y, the son of a gun's sleeping peacefully. He feels cool and he looks like he's grown twice as big." 'Maybe the fever broke." Janice paused, hand on the gearshift. The car radio was broadcasting an appeal from the governor to keep calm, with assurances that fleet damage was slight and that the attackers had all been driven off. 'Warren, that cab driver said the japs were landing at Kahuku. Do you suppose there's any danger of that, and-" "No, no, get started. Landing? How the hell could they keep a beachhead supplied from four thousand miles away? You'll hear all kinds of crazy scuttlebutt. This was a hit-and-run raid. Christ, the high brass62 on this rock must be cutting their collective throats about now. Of all the sucker plays, a Sunday morning sneak63 attack! Why, it's been a routine battle problem for years." On the ridge sightseers stood in the grass beside parked cars, chattering and pointing. Heavy black smoke boiled up out of the anchorage and mushroomed over the sky, darkening the sun to a pale ball. Janice stopped the car. Through the windshield, Warren swept the harbor with the binoculars. "Good God, Jan, Ford Island's a junkyard! I don't see one undamaged plane. But there must be many left in the hangars. Lord, and there's a battlewagon CaPsized. "I'll bet a thousand guys are caught inside that-Hey!! Jesus Christ! Are they coming back?" All over the harbor guns began rattling and flaming, and black A.A. balls blossomed again in the blue. Warren peered skyward. "I'll be goddamned. There they are. How about that? Those sons of bitching jap"; are sure betting everything on this one, Janice! Well, that means the carriers are still in range anyway, waiting to recover them. Great! Move over. I'm driving." Speeding made Janice nervous when she wasnpt at the wheel, and Warren knew it, but he whistled down to Pearl City like an escaping bank bandit. After a few moments of fright his wife began to enjoy the breakneck ride. Everything was different on this side of time, the side after the japs attacked; more adventurous66, almost more fun. How handsome Warren looked, how competent, how desirable, handling the wheel with a relaxed turn of his unhurt arm, puffing67 a cigarette in his taut68 mouth, watching the road through narrow eyes! Her boredom69 and irritability70 were gone and forgotten The black puffballs were far thicker than before, andthrough the windshield they saw one Japanese plane after another burst into flames and fall. Each time Warren cheered. The fleet landing was a mess and a horror. Sailors with blistered71 faces and hands, with skin hanging in yellow or black scorched72 pieces from bloody flesh, were being helped out of whaleboats or lifted off in stretchers and loaded onto hospital trucks by men in red-smeared whites. Wounded and unwounded alike were bawling73 obscenities, unmindful of the women crowding the landing and gnawing74 their fingers as then scanned the faces of the hurt men; unmindful too of the children who played and joked around the women's skirts-those not old enough to stare with round eyes at the burned sailors. The coxswain of a whaleboat full of sheeted bodies was trying to come alongside, and a fat old chief in khaki kept cursing at him and waving him off. Over all this noise rolled the massive thumping75 and cracking of guns, the wail76 of sirens, the blasts of ships' horns, and the roar of airplanes, for the second attack was now in full swing. There was a heavy smell of firecrackers in the air, mingled77 with a sour stink78 from the black oil burning on the water all around Ford Island and sending up clouds of thick smoke. Hands on hips17, cigarette dangling79 from his mouth, Warren Henry calmly surveyed the terrible and spectacular scene. Janice said, in shaken tones, "I don't know how you'll ever get across." absently, then strode to the end of the landing to a long He nodded after him. "Coxswain, whose barge80 is this?" canopied81 boat. Janice hurried a The immaculate sailor at the tiller flipped82 a hand to a white hat perfectly83 squared on his close-cropped head. Big-jawed, bronzed, and tall, he eyed Warren's gory84 life-jacket curiously85, and drawled, "Suh, this is Admiral Radburn's barge." "Is the admiral on the beach?" "Yes, suh." "Do you know how long he'll be?" "Negative, suh, he just told me to wait." Glancing back at the milling boats along the landing, Warren said "Well, look, here's how it is. I'm Lieutenant86 Henry, off the Enterprise. I'm a dive bomber pilot." "Yes, suh?" g, just when the attack started. The japs shot "I flew in this mornin me down. I have to find another plane and get into this fight, so how's for taking me over to Ford Island?" The coxswain hesitated, then straightened up and saluted88. "Come t those sons of bitches. Excuse aboard, suh. The important thing is to ge am.))me, ma "Oh, quite all right," Janice laughed. "I want him to get those sons of bitches too." Hair stirring in the wind, bloody lifeiacket dangling open, Warren stood in the stern sheets, hands on hips, smiling at her as the barge pulled away. "Get them," she called. "And come back to me." "Roger. Don't drive back till these bastards quit, or you may get strafed. Be seeing you." He ducked as a red and yellow Japanese plane passed right over his head, not twenty feet in the air, its motor noisily coughing and missing; then it turned sharply and flew away across the channel, over the capsized crimson89 hull90 of a battleship. Warren straightened, still grinning. Janice watched the admiral's beautiful barge, all new gray paint, shiny brass, snowy curtains and cordwork, carry her bloodstained husband away to the flaming smoky mid-harbor island that was the Navy's airfield92. He waved and she wildly waved back. She was horror-stricken by what she had seen at the Beet93 landing; yet never had she felt so aroused, so fuu of life, so plain damn good, and so much in love. An Army spokesman came on the automobile95 radio as she drove home, urging calm, warning against sabotage96, and assuring the people that the second attack had been turned back with little further damage to the fleeting97 over the and at fearful cost to the Japanese. All-clear sirtenisngwetroe twheailradio, which island. She found the maid in an armchair us was playing Hawaiian music again. "Victor's been very quiet, Missus Henry," she said. "Not a sound. Isn't it terrible about the war? But we'll beat them." ace10 of sheep "SheeP dip-the tar that causes tobacco harshness))) said the -olin, voice. "Lucky Strike is the dip-' ri , O,l y cigarette from which every tr In his bedroom Victor coughed, a deep harsh cough like a man. "Why, there he goes now," Janice said. "The very first time, ma'am, since he got his medicine. I've been listening." Janice's watch read eight minutes to ten. "Well, it's been about two hours. I guess that's all the medicine's good for. I'll give him more." The, baby still felt cool. He took the spoonful of brown syrup without opening his eyes, sighed, and turned over. Janice sank in a chair, perspiring98 and spent, thinking that a war had begun and the Pacific fleet had been smashed between her baby's two doses of cough medicine. The sun poked99 up over the horizon, painting a red Hush100 on the TClipper's wing. Wide awake, Victor Henry watched the brightening disk rise free of the ocean. The flying boat's engines changed pitch, rasping at his nerves. Since he had said good-bye to Pamela Tudsbury in Red Square in the snow, he had been shaken up in trains, planes, boats, trucks, jeeps, sleighs, and even oxcarts. He thought his bones would vibrate aboard the California for a month. Fortyeight hours, two more fifteenhundred-mile hops102, and if nothing went wrong the trek103 halfway104 round the earth would be over. The sun moved sidewise. The turn was so shallow that he felt no tilt105 in his seat. A pink ray shot across his lap from the opposite side of the plane. Pug left his seat and walked forward into the galley106, where the steward107 was scrambling108 eggs. "I'd like to talk to Ed Connelly, if he's free." The steward smiled, gesturing at the door marked FLiGffrDEcx. The naval officer and the Clipper captain had been eating meals together and sharing rooms at the island hotels. In the dial-filled cockpit the engines sounded much louder, and beyond the plexiglass the void purple sea and clear blue sky stretched all around. The captain, a beefy ckled man in shirt-sleeves and headphones, looked oddly at Pug Henry. 'Morning, Ed. Why are we heading back?" Connelly passed him a radio message, hand-printed in red ink on a yellow form. CINCPAC OR CMCUIT GENERAL PLMN LANGUAGE MESSAGE QUOTE AIR RAM109 ON PEARL HARBOR X THIS IS NO DRILL UNQUOTE X HEAVY GUNFIRE IN ANCHORAGE X RECOMMEND YOU RETURN WAKIR TILL srruAInoN CLARLFMS "How about that?" The captain removed the sponge-rubber headphones and rubbed his curly red hair. "Do you suppose it's for real?" "I wouldn't doubt it," said Victor Henry. "I'm damned. I honestly never thought they'd go. Attacking Pearl! They'll get creamed." "Let's hope so. But what's the point of turning back, Ed?" "I guess they might be hitting Midway, too." "Well, they might be hitting Wake, for that matter." "I've talked to Wake. All quiet." Victor Henry returned to his seat, agitated110 though far from astonished. Here it was at last, he thought: an attempted sneak attack on Pearl, in the midst of a war scare. The uninventive Asiatics had elected to try the Port Arthur trick again, after all. But surely this time they were running their heads into a noose111! The United States in 1941 wasn't Czarist Russia in 1904One phrase in Cincpac's message nagged112 at him: This is no drill. That was silly, to a fleet onw2r alert! Some low-level communicator must have tacked65 that one on.
A calm sunburned man'the in a jeep, naked except for shorts, socks, and boots, waited for him at the landing. The marine113 commander had put his forces on combat alert and wanted to see Captain Henry. They drove along the beach road in blazing sunlight and choking coral dust, then turned off into the brush. Combat alert had not changed the look of Wake in the past hours: three Hat sandy peaceful islands in a horseshoe shape around emerald shallows, ringed by the wide sea, alive with myriads114 of birds-for it had been a sanctuary-and bustling115 with the bulldozers and trucks of civilian116 construction gangs. The queer humpbacked island rats hopped117 like tiny kangaroos out of the jeep's path, and brilliantly colored bircls rose from the brush in chirping118 cloud.-,. Perfectly camouflaged120 by scrub, the command post was sunk far down in coral sand. When Victor Henry faced the marine colonel in this deep timbered hole, saw the radio gear and crude turn:,ture and smelled perking121 coffee and freshly dug soil, the war with japan became a fact for him. The dugout did not have the graveyard-muck odor of the Russian trenches122; it was roasting hot and dry, not freezing cold and wet; the men frantically123 working on the telephone lines and the overhead beams were not frostbitten, pale, bundled-up Slavs, but sunburned, heavily sweating Americans in shorts. Yet here, where the roar of the Pacific dimly sounded, these Americans-like the Russians outside Moscow-were going into the ground to await attack. The United States was in. The colonel, a mild-faced scrawny man with whom Pug had dined the night before, gave him an envelope to take to Cincpac. "Put it in the adrriral's hand yourself, Captain. Please! It's a list of my worst shortages. We can make a fight of it here, Maybe we can hold out till we're relieved, if he'll send us that stuff. Radar124 gear for Wake is sitting right now on the dock in Hawaii. It's been there for a month. For God's sake, ask him to put it on a destroyer or better yet a bomber, and rush it here. I'm blind without radar. I can't send fighters on patrols, I have too few. I'm twenty feet above the ocean at my highest point, and I only gain a few more feet with my water tower. We'll probably end up eating fish and rice behind barbed wire anyway, but at least we can make the bastards work to take the place." Pug got back to the hotel just ahead of a rain squall. The Clipper passengers were sitting down to lunch when blasts shook the floor, rattled125 the dishes, and sent broken windowpanes clinking to the tiles. Amid shouts and cries the passengers jumped for the windows. Fat cigar-shaped airplanes, with orange circles painted on their flamboyant126 jungle camouflage119, were flashing past in the rain; Pug noted127 their twin engines and twin tails. Smoke and fire were already rising from the airfield across the lagoon128, and more explosions, bigger flames, heavier smoke, came fast. Pug had often seen bombing, but this attack, destroying an American installation with impunity129, still outraged130 and numbed131 him. The marauding bombers132, blurry133 in the rain, kept crisscrossing the islands and the lagoon with thunderous engine roars, meeting only meager134 bursts of fire. Soon a line of bombers camewinging straight for the Pan American compound, and this was what Victor Henry was fearing. An attack on the Clipper might strand135 him and paralyze his war career before it started. There was no way off Wake Island, except aboard that huge inviting136 silvery target. Savage137 explosions and crashes burst around them as the planes bombed and machine-gunned the hotel, the Pan Am repair shops, the dock, and the radio tower. A gasoline dump close by went up in a colossal138 sheet of white flame, climbing to the sky with a terrific howl. The passengers dove under tables or huddled139 in corners, but Victor Henry still crouched140 at the window beside the pilot, watching. They saw spurts141 of water approach the flying boat. They saw pieces of the Clipper go flying. When the bomber sounds faded, Pug followed the pilot out onto the pier142 at a run. Like a clothed ape, Ed Connelly clambered over the slipery flying boat in the rain, making it rock and slosh. "Pug, so help me God, I think we can still fly! They didn't hole the tanks or the engines. At least I don't think they did. I'm hauling my passengers the hell out of here now, and I'll argue with Hawaii later." The passengers eagerly scrambled143 aboard. The Clipper took off, and it flew. Below, smashed airplanes named and all three islands poured smoke. Pug could see little figures looking up at the departing Clipper. Some waved. Even in the dead of night, nine hours later, Midway was not hard to find. The pilot called Victor Henry to the cockpit to show him the star of flame far ahead on the black sea. "Christ, these japs had the thing all lined up, didn't they?" he said. "They hit everywhere at once. I heard the radio they'already in Malaya, Thailand, Hong Kong, they're bombing Singapore"C(over) an we land, Ed?"(re) "We've got to try. I can't raise them. All the navigation lights are out. Midway has a lot of underground tanks. And if we can just get down, we can fuel. Soooo-here goes." The riving boat dropped low over dark waters, lit only by the glare from blazing hangars and buildings. On slapping into the sea, it hit something solid with a frightening clang, but slowed and floated undamaged. The airfields145 of Midway, they soon learned, had been shelled by a japanese cruiser and a destroyer. An eaflarated mob of almost naked fire fighters was flooding the blazes with chemicals and water, generating giant billows of acrid146 red smoke. Victor Henry found his way to the commandant's office and tried to get news of the Pearl Harbor attack. The lieutenant on duty was obsequious147 and vague. The commandant was out inspecting the island's air defenses, he said, 'and he had no authority to show top secret dispatches, but he could tell the captain that the Navy had shot down a mess of Japanese planes. 'How about the California? I'm going there to take command of her."The lieutenant looked impressed. "Oh, really, sir? The California? I'm sure she's all right, sir. I don't recall any word about the California." This news enabled Victor Henry to sleep a little, though he tossed and muttered all night and got up well before dawn to pace the cool hotel veranda149. The goony birds of Midway, big book-beaked creatures which he had heard about but never seen, were out by the dozens, walking the gray dunes150. He saw them clumsily Ely, and land, and tumble on their heads. He watched a pair do a ridiculous mating dance on the beach as the sun came up, plopping their feet like a drunken old farm couple. Ordinarily Victor Henry would have seized the chance to inspect Midway, for it was a big installation, but today nothing could draw him out of sight of the flying boat, rising and falling on the swells151 and bumping the dock with dull booms. The four hours to Hawaii seemed like forty. Instead of melting away at its usual rate, time froze. Pug asked the steward for cards and played solitaire, but forgot he was playing. He just sat, enduring the passage of time like the grind of a dentist's drill, until at last the steward came and spoke94 to him, smiling. "Captain Connelly would like you to come up forward, sir." Ahead, through the pie;dglass, the green sunny humps of the Hawaiian Islands were showing over the horizon. "Nice?" said the pilot. "Prettiest sight I've seen," said Pug, "since my wife had a girl baby." 'Stick around, and we'll take a look at the fleet." Nobody aboard the Clipper knew what to expect. The rumors152 on Midway had varied153 from disaster to victory, with graphic154 details both ways. The Clipper came in from the north over the harbor and hooked around to descend155. In these two passes, Victor Henry was struck sick by what his disbelieving eyes saw. All along the east side of Ford Island the battleships of the Pacific Fleet lay careened, broken, overturned, in the disorder157 of a child's toys in a bath. Hickam Field and the Navy's air base were broad dumps of blackened airplane fragments and collapsed158 burned hangar skeletons. Some dry docks held shattered tumbled-over ships. Pug desperately159 tried to pick out the California in the hideous160 smoky panorama161. But at this altitude the ships with basket masts looked alike. Some of the inboard vessels162 appeared just slightly damaged. If only one was the California! "My God," Connelly said, looking around at Pug, his face drawn163, what a shambles164!" Speechless, Victor Henry nodded and sat on a folding seat, as the flying boat swooped165 low past a smashed gutted166 battleship with tripod masts, sunk to the level of its guns and resting on the bottom at a crazy angle. The Clipper threw up a curtain of spray that wiped out the heart-rending sight lourmy) s end. Passing several clanging, speeding Navy ambulances, Pug went from the customs shed at the Pan Am landing straight to the Cincpac building, where officers and sailors busily swarmed167. They all wore unsure scared expressions, like people after a bad earthquake. A very handsome ensign in whites, at a desk that barred access to Cincpac's inner offices, looked incredulously atPug, who wore wrinkled slacks and a seersucker jacket. The admiral? You mean Cincpac, sir? Admiral Kimmel?" "That's right," Pug said. "Sir, you don't really expect to see Admiral Kimmel today, do you? Shall I try his Assistant Chief of Staff?" "Give the admiral a message, please. I'm Captain Victor Henry. I've just come in on the Clipper with a personal letter for him from the marine commandant on Wake Island." The very handsome ensign gestured wearily at a chair and picked up a telephone. "You may have to wait all day, or a week, sir. You know what the situation is." "I have the general picture." A minute or so later, a pretty woman in a tailored blue suit looked through the double doors. "Captain Henry? This way, sir." The ensign stared at Victor Henry walking past him, as though the captain had sprouted168 another head. Along the corridor, the offices of Cincpac's senior staff stood open, and the sound of excited talk and typewriter clatter169 drifted out. A marine rigidly170 saluted before high doors decorated with four gold stars and a Navy seal, and labelled in gold comMANDER-INCHIEF, PACIFIC FLEET. Hey passed into a wood-panelled anteroom. The woman opened a heavy polished mahogany door. "Admiral, here's Captain Henry." "Hey, Pug! Great day, how long has it been?" Kimmel waved cheerily from the window, where he stood gazing out at the anchorage. He was dressed in faultless gold-buttoned whites, and looked tanned, fit, and altogether splendid. though much older and quite bald. "Have I seen you since you worked for me on the Maryland?" "I don't think so, sir." "Well, the years are dealing171 kindly172 with you! Sit you down, sit you down. Been flying high, haven't you? Observing in Roosia, and all thatch173?" They shook, hands. Kimmel's voice was as hearty174 and winning as ever. this was an outstanding officer, Pug thought, who had been marked for success all the way and had gone all the way. Now, after twenty years of war exercises and drills against Orange, the fleet he commanded lay in sight beyond the window, wrecked176 in port by the Orange team in one quick real action. He appeared remarkably177 chipper, but for his eyes, which were reddened and somewhat unfocussed. "I know how little time you have, sir." Pug drew out of his breast pocket the letter from Wake Island. 'Not at all. It's nice to see an old familiar face. You were a good gunnery officer, Pug. A good officer all around. Cigarette?" Kimmel offered him the pack, and lit one for himself. "Let's see.
Don't you have a couple of boys in the service now?" "Yes, sir. One flies an SBD off the Enterprise, and-" "Well, fine! They didn't get the Enterprise or any other carrier, Pug, because the carriers at least followed my orders and were on one hundred percent alert. And the other lad?" "He's aboard the Dfish in Manila." "Manila, eh? They haven't hit the fleet at Manila yet, though I understand they've bombed the airfields. Tommy Hart's got some warning now, and he'll have no excuse. I only hope the Army Air people in Manila aren't as totally asleep as they were here! The Army was and is completey responsible for the safety of these islands and of this anchorage, Pug, including the definite responsibility of air patrol and radar search. Nothing on God's earth could be clearer than the way that is spelled out in the islands' defense148 instructions. The documents leave no doubt about that, fortunately. Well-you have something from Wake, don't you? Let's have a look-see. Were you there when they hit?" "Yes, sir." "How bad was it? As bad as this?" 'well, I'd say about two dozen bombers worked us over. Mainly they went after planes and air installations, Admiral. No ships were there to get bombed." CincPac shot a glance at Victor Henry, as though suspecting irony178 in his words. "Say, weren't you supposed to relieve Chip Walenstone in the California?" 'Yes, sir." Kimmel shook his head, and started to read the letter. Pug ventured to say, "How did the California make out, Admiral?" "Why, don't you know?" 'No, sir. I came straight here from the Clipper." Not looking up, in the brisk tone of a report, Kimmel said, "She took two torpedoes179 to port and several bomb hits and near misses. One bomb penetrated181 below decks and the explosion started a big fire. She's down by the bow, Pug, and sinking. They're still counterflooding, so she may not capsize. She's electric drive, and the preliminary estimate"-he pulled toward him a sheet on his desk, and peered at it-"a year and a half out of action, possibly two. That's top secret of course. We're releasing no damage information." Cincpac finished the letter from Wake in a heavy silence, and tossed it on the desk. Victor Henry's voice trembled and he swallowed in mid-sentence. "Admiral, if I broke a lot of asses156, including my own-ah, is there a chance I could put her back on the line in six months?"'Go out and see for yourself. It's hopeless, Pug. A salvage182 officer will relieve Chip." The tone was sympathetic, but Victor Henry felt it did Cincpac good to give someone else catastrophic news. "Well, that's that, then, I guess." "You'll get another command." "The only thing is, Admiral, there aren't that many available battleships. Not any more." Again, the quick suspicious glance. It was hard to say anything in this context without seeming to needle the commander of the Pacific Fleet. Kimmel made a curt91 gesture at the letter Pug had brought. "Now there's a problem for you. Do we relieve Wake or not? It means exposing a carrier. We can't go in without air cover. He's asking for a pile of things I can't give him, for the simple reason that the Russians and the British have got the stuff. Mr. Roosevelt was a great Navy President until that European fracas183 started, Pug, but at that point he took his eye off the ball. Our real enemy's always been right here, here in the Pacific. This ocean is our nation's number one security problem. That's what he forgot. We never had the wherewithal to conduct proper patrols. I didn't want to rely on the Army, God knows, but equipment only has so much life in it, and what would we have had to fight the war with if we'd used up our planes in patrolling? Washington's been crying wolf about the japs for a year. We've had so many full alerts and air raid drills and surprise attack exercises and all, nobody can count them, but-well, the milk is spilled, the horse is stolen, but I think it's pretty clear that the President got too damned interested in the wrong enemy, the wrong ocean, and the wrong war." It gave Victor Henry a strange sensation, after Berlin and London and Moscow, and now this staggering personal disappointment, to hear from Admiral'Kinnnel the old unchanged Navy verbiage184 about the importance of the Pacific. "Well, Admiral, I know how busy you are," he said, though in fact he was struck by the quiet at the heart of the cataclysm185, and by Kimmel's willingness to chat with a mere13 captain he did not know very well. Cincpac acted almost as lonesome as Mp Tollever had. "Yes, well, I do have a thing or two on my mind, and you've got to go about your business too. Nice seeing you, Pug," said Admiral Kimmel, in a sudden tone of dismissal. Janice answered Pug's telephone call and warmly urged him to come and stay at the house. Pug wanted a place where he could drop his bags, and get into uniform to go to the California. He drove out in a Navy car, took suitable if brief delight in his grandson, and accepted Janice's commiseration186 over his ship with a grunt187. She offered to get his whites quickly pressed by the maid. In the spare room he opened his suitcase to pull out the crumpled188 uniform, and his letter to Pamela Tudsbury fell to the floor. In a dressing189 gown he glanced through the letter, which he had written during the long hop101 from Guam to Wake Island. It embarrassed him as one of his old love letters to Rhoda might have. There wasn't much love in this one, mostly a reasoned and accurate case for his livingout his life as it was. The whole business with the English girl-romance, flirtation190, love affair, whatever it had been-had begun to seem so far away after his stops in Manila and Guam, so dated, so unlike him, so utterly191 outside realities and possibilities! Pamela was a beautiful young woman, but odd. The best proof of her oddness was her very infatuation with him, a grizzled United States Navy workhorse with whom she had been thrown together a few times. Dour192 and repressed though he was, she had ignited a flash of romance in him in those last turbulent hours in Moscow. He had allowed himself to hope for a new life, and to half believe in it, in his elation193 over his orders to the California. And now-how finished it all was! California, Pamela, the Pacific Fleet, the honor of the United States, and-God alone knew-any hope for the civilized194 world. A knock at the door; the voice of the Chinese maid: "Your uniform, Captain?" 'Thank you. Ah, that's a fine job. I appreciate it." He did not tear the letter up. He did not think he could write a better one. The situation of a man past fifty declining a young woman's love was awkward and ridiculous, and no words could help much. He slipped the envelope into his pocket, When he passed a mailbox on his way to the Navy Yard, he stopped and mailed it. The clank of the box was a sad sound in a sad day for Captain Victor Henry. Sadder yet was the trip to the California, through foul-smelling water so coated with black oil that the motor launch cut no wake, but chugged slimily along in smoky air, thumping like an icebreaker through a floating mass of black-smeared garbage and debris195. The launch passed all along Battleship Row, for the California lay nearest the channel entrance. One by one Pug contemplated196 these gargantuan197 gray vessels he knew so well-he had served in several-fireblackened, bomb-blasted, down by the head, down by the stern, sitting on the bottom, listing, or turned turtle. Grief and pain tore at him. He was a battleship man. Long, long ago he had passed up flight school. Navy air had seemed to him fine for reconnaissance, bombing support, and torpedo180 attacks, but not for the main striking arm. He had argued with the fly-fly boys that when war came, the thin-skinned carriers would lurk198 far from the action and would fuss at each other with bombings and dogfights, while the battleships with their big rifles came to grips and slugged it out for command of the sea. The fliers had asserted that one aerial bomb or torpedo could sink a battleship. He had retorted that a sixteen-inch steel plate wasn't exactly porcelain199, and that a hundred guns firing at once might slightly mar12 the aim of a pilot flying a little tin crate200. His natural conservative streak51 had been reinforced by his football experience. To him, carriers had been the fancy-Dan team with tricky201 runners and razzle-dazzle passers; batdewagons, the heavy solid team of chargers, who piled up the yardage straight through the line. These tough ground gainers usually became the champions. So he had thought-making the mistake of his life. He had been as wrong as a man could be, in the one crucial judgment203 of hisprofession. . Other battleship men might still find excuses for these tragic204 slaughtered205 dinosaurs206 that the launch was passing. For Pug Henry, facts governed-Each of these vessels was a giant engineering marvel207, a floating colossus as cunningly put together as a lady's watch, capable of pulverizing208 a city. All true, all true. But if caught unawares, they could be knocked out by little tin flying crates209. The evidence was before his eyes. The twenty-year argument was over. The setting sun cast a rosy210 glow on the canted superstructure of the California. She listed about seven degrees to port, spouting211 thick streams of filthy212 water in rhythmic214 pumped spurts. The smoke.-streaked, flameblistered, oil-smeared steel wall, leaning far over Pug's head as the motor launch drew up,to the accommodation ladder, gave him a dizzy, doomed215 feeling. The climb up the canted and partly submerged ladder was dizzying, too. What an arrival! In bad moments in Kuibyshev, on Siberian trains, in Tokyo streets, in the Manila club, Pug had cheered himself with pictures of his reception aboard this ship: side boys in white saluting216, honor guard on parade, boatswain's pipe trilling, commanding officers shaking hands at the gangway, a sweet triumphant217 tour of a great ship shined up to holiday beauty and brilliance218.for the eye of a new captain. Often he had played a minor219 part in such rituals. But to be the star, the center, the incoming 'old man"I It was worth a lifetime of the toughest drudgery220. And now this! A vile221 corrupt222 stink hit Victor Henry in the face as he stepped on the sloping quarterdeck of the California, and said, "Request permission to come aboard, sir 'Permission granted, sir." The O.O.D's salute87 was smart, His sunburned boyish face attractive. He wore grease-streaked khakis, with gloves and a spyglass. Five corpses223 lay on the quarterdeck, under sheets stained with water and oil, their soggy black shoes projecting, their noses poking224 up the cloth, water trickling225 from them down the slanted deck toward the O.O.D's stand. The smell came partly from them, but it was a compound of reeks-seeping smoke, gasoline fumes226 from the pumps, burnt oil, burnt wood, burnt paper, burnt flesh, rotted food, broken waste lines; a rancid mildewy227 effluvium of disaster, of a great machine built to house human beings, broken and disintegrating228. Unshaven sailors and officers in dirty clothing wandered about. Above the filth213 and mess and tangled229 hoses and scattered231 shells and ammo boxes on the main deck, the superstructure jutted232 into the sunset sky, massive, clean, and undamaged. The long sixteen-inch guns were trained neatly233 fore22 and aft, newly and smoothly234 painted gray, tampions in place, turrets235 unscathed. The ship bristled236 with A.A. guns. The old Prune237 Barge was tantalizingly238 alive and afloatwounded, but still mighty239, still grandiose240. 'I'm Captain Victor Henry." "Yes, sir? Oh! Yes, sir' Captain Wallenstone's been expecting you for quite a while." He snapped his fingers at a messenger in whites, and said with a winning sad grin, "It's awful that you should find the ship like this, sir. Benson, tell the C.O. that Captain Henry is here.""One moment. Where's your C.O.?" "Sir, he's with the salvage officers down in the forward engine room." 'I know the way." Walking familiar decks and passageways that were weird in their fixed241 slant, climbing down tipped ladders, choking on smoke, gasoline, and oil fumes, and a gruesome smell of rotting meat, penetrating242 ever deeper into gloom and stench, realizing that these fume-filled spaces were explosive traps, Victor Henry got himself down to the forward engine room, where four officers huddled on a high catwalk, playing powerful hand lights on a sheet of oil-covered water. By an optical illusion, the water half-drowning the engines appeared slanted, rather than the listing bulkheads. With little ceremony, Victor Henry joined in the engineering talk about saving the ship. The quantity of water flooding through the torpedo holes was more than the pumps could throw out, so the ship was slowly settling. It was that simple. Pug asked about more pumps, about pumping by tugs243 and auxiliary244 vessels; but all over the anchorage the cry was for pumps. No more pumping was to he had, not in time to keep the battleship off the mud. Captain WaUenstone, haggard and untidy in greasy245 khalds and looking about sixty years old, reeled off sad answers to Pug's other ideas. Patching the holes would take months of underwater work. They stretched over a dozen frames. Sealing off the damaged spaces by sending in divers246 and closing them off one by one could not be done in time. In short, the California, though not yet on the bottom, was done for. The talk was about cofferdams and cement patches, about a complete refitting in the States, about return to service in 1943 or 1944. Wallenstone took Victor Henry up to his cabin. It was a blessed thing to smel) fresh air again streaming in through windward portholes, and to see the evening star bright in the apple-green sky. The commanding officer's quarters were intact, spacious247, shipshape, glamorous248, and beautiful, on this battleship sinking uncontrollabjy to the bottom. A Filipino steward brought them coffee, which they had to hold on their laps, for it would have slid off the tilted249 tables. Mournfully, the captain told Pug his experiences of the Japanese attack. Pug had never encountered this officer before, but Wallenstone appeared to know a lot about him. He asked Victor Henry what President Roosevelt was really like, and whether he thought the Russians could hold out much longer against the Germans. 'Oh. by the way," he said, as he started to accompany Pug out, 'quite a bit of mail accumulated here for you. I'm not sure that"-he opened and closed desk drawers-"yes, here it is, all together." Victor Henry tucked the bulky envelope under his arm and picked his way with the captain across the cluttered250, stinking251 main deck in the twilight252. 'You wouldn't believe what this ship looked like two days ago." The captain shook his head sadly, pitching his voice above the whine253 and thud of the pumps and the metallic254 hammering everywhere. 'We had the word from Manila to expect you. I ranoff a captain's inspection255 on Saturday. I was at it for five hours. What a job they'd done! You could have eaten your dinner off the engine room deck. It gleamed. She was the smartest ship in this man's Navy, Henry, and she had the finest crew that everoh well, what's the use? What's the use?" At the quarterdeck the bodies were gone. The captain looked around and said, "Well, they took those poor devils away. That's the worst of it. At the last muster256 forty-seven were still missing. They're down below, Henry, all drowned. Oh, God! These salvage fellows say this ship will come back and fight one day, but God knows! And God knows where I'll be then' Who would think the sons of bitches could sneak all the way to Hawaii undetected Who'd think they'd be screwy enough to try? Where was our air cover?" 'Is that the Enterprise?" Pug pointed257 at a black rectangular shape moving down channel, showing no lights. Wallenstone peered at the silhouette258. "Yes. Thank Christ she wasn't in port Sunday morning." "My son's a flier on board her. Maybe I'll get to see him. First time in a long while." "Say! 'That should cheer you up some. If anything can. I know how you must feel. All I can say is, I'm sorry, Henry. Sorry as a human being can be." Captain Wallenstone held out his hand. Victor Henry hesitated. In that tiny pause, he thought that if this man had been wiser than all the rest, had held the ship in readiness condition Zed or even Yoke259 -after all, be too had received a war warning-and had ordered a dawn air alert, the California might be the most famous battleship in the Navy now, afloat and ready to fight. Wallenstone then would be a national hero with a clear red carpet to the office of Chief of Naval Operations, and he would be turning over a fighting command to his relief. Instead, he was one of eight battleship captains conferring with salvage officers and saying how unfortunate it all was; and he was offering a handshake to the man who would never relieve him, because he had let the enemy sink his ship. But could he, Pug Henry, have done any better? A battleship captain who roused his crew for dawn general quarters in port, while half a dozen other battleships slept, would have been a ridiculous eccentric. The entire fleet from Cincpac down had been dreaming. That was the main and forever unchangeable fact of history. The sinking of the California was a tiny footnote nobody would ever pay attention to. He shook Wallenstone's hand, saluted the colors, and made his way down the ladder-which leaned nauseatingly260 over the water-to the luxurious261 and unharmed captain's gig that the O.O.D had summoned. The gig ran darkened to the landing. In the dim dashboard light of the car, Pug glanced over the envelopes of his piled-up mail; official stuff for the most part, with a couple of letters from Rhoda and one from Madeline. He did not open any of them.
'Dad!" Warren not only was at home, he had already changed into slacks and a flowered loose-hanging shirt. He came lunging into the living room, and threw an arm around his father, holding the other stiff at his side. One ear was plastered with surgical262 tape. "Well, you finally made it! Some haul, dear from Moscow! How are you, Dad?" "I've just visited the California." "Oh, Jesus. Bourbon and water?" 'Not that much water, and damned rich on the bourbon. What happened to your arm?" "Jan told you about how I ran into those japs, didn't she?" 'She didn't tell me you were wounded." "It's just a few stitches. I'm still flying, that's the main thing. Come, it's cooler out here, Dad." In the shadowy screened porch, Pug bitterly described the California's state. Warren was scornful. The battleship Navy had been a lot of sleepy fat cats primed for defeat, he said; obsessed263 by promotions264 and competition scores, ignorant of the air, and forever drilling to fight the Battle of Jutland against the japs. But the Japs had grasped naval aviation and had made a slick opening play. "We'll get 'em," he said, "But it'll be a long hard pull, and the naval aviators'll do it. Not the battlewagons, Dad." "Seems to me a few airplanes got caught on the ground," Pug growled266, -feeling the bourbon comforting and radiant inside him. "Sure, I admit that. This whole base was all unbuttoned. Dad, I'll tell you one thing, if Halsey had been Cincpac, none of it would have happened. He's been so ready and eager for war, his tongue's been hanging out. He'd have kept this goddamn fleet in condition Zed, and on dawn and dusk GQ's for a year. He'd have run patrols till the planes fell apart. He'd have been the most hated son of a bitch in Hawaii, but by God, when they came he'd have been waiting for 'em! Why, we stripped ship in November. We've run darkened ever since, with warheads in our torpedoes, and bombs in the planes, and depth charges on ready. Of course he does go galloping about like an old mule267 with a bee up its ass4." Warren 'described Halsey's futile268 dart269 south of Oahu looking for Japanese carriers. The direction had seemed dead wrong to Warren Henry and the other fliers. The only place for the japs to be lurking270 was north, where they could dash straight for home after the strike. But Halsey-so they later learned-had received a direction-finder report of heavy radio signa to the south, so southward he had roared, launching all his torpedo Planes and dive bombers. For hours the planes had scoured271 over empty wen, dE the Enterprise had sheepishly summoned them back. The report had the commons been st of direction-finder errors, a reciprocal bearing. The japs had lain in the exact opposite direction-north. By then, of course, catching272 up with them had been hopeless. His father grunted273 incredulously. 'Is that what happened? God Almighty274, that's nearly as stupid as the battleship performance.""Well, yes, somebody on that big staff should have thought of the reciprocal bearing. But nobody's head was too clear, and I don't know -it was one carrier against four or five, anyway. Maybe it was for the best. At least he did try to find a fight. Listen, Dad, our own A.A. shot down many of our planes, and they sure peppered me. It was just a his toric snafu all around. Tell me how's Briny275? Did you see him in Manila?" The bourbon helped Victor Henry's sickened spirit, but talking to Warren was better medicine. Slanting276 light from the living room on his son showed him changed: older, more relaxed, rather hard-bitten, the dangling cigarette almost a part of his features. He had fought with the enemy and survived. That edge was in his bearing, though he deferred277 carefully to Pug. 'I'll tell you, Dad," he said, bringing him a refill from the other room, "I'm not saying this wasn't a defeat. It was the worst defeat in our history. The Navy will be a hundred years living down the shame of it. But by God, the Congress voted for war today with one dissenting278 vote! Only one! Think-what else could have accomplished279 that? The japs were stupid not to move south and dare Roosevelt to come on. He'd have been in trouble." Warren took a deep drink of bourbon. "What's more, operationally they blew this attack. They had us flattened280 with the first wave. All they did the second time was paste the wagons202 some more and bomb a few smaller ships. What good was that? Our oil farm was sitting behind the sub base, wide open. Dozens of fat round juicy targets you couldn't miss with your hat. Why, if they'd gotten the oil-and nothing could have stopped them-we'd be evacuating281 Hawaii right now. The fleet couldn't have operated from here. We'd be staging a Dunkirk across two thousand five hundred miles of ocean. Moreover, they never hit the subs. They'll regret that! They never touched our repair shops-" 'I'm convinced," Pug said. "I'm sure that jap admiral is committing hara-kiri right now over his disgraceful failure." 'I said it was a defeat, Dad." Warren, unoffended, came back sharply but pleasantly. "I say they achieved surprise at high political cost, and then failed to exploit it. Say, it's another quarter of an hour to dinner. How about one more shortie?" Pug wanted to examine his mail, but Warren's acumen282 was rejoicing his heavy heart, and the strong drink was working wonders. "Well, very short." He told Warren about his meeting with Achniral Kimmel. The young aviator265 flipped a hand at the complaint of too much war material going to Europe. 'Jesus, him too? just a feeble excuse. It's got to cost several million lives to stop the Germans. Whose lives? Could be ours! The Russians made one deal with Hitler, and they could make another one. The Communists signed a separate peace in 1917, you know. It was the first thing Lenin did on taking over. The whole game here is to keep the Soviet283 union fighting. That's so obvious!" "You know, you ought to go over in your spare time, Warren, an(i straighten out Cincpac." "I'd be glad to, but I'll have to move fast to catch him while He's Cincpac.""Oh? You got some inside scoop284?" "Dad, the President isn't going to resign, and somebody's head's got to row." "Dinner, fellas," Janice's voice called. "The only thing is," Warren said, as they walked in, "those Russians are going to exact payment for all those lives one day. They'll get to annex285 Poland, or Czechoslovakia, or some damn thing. But that's fair enough, maybe. Russia keeps swallowing and then puking up Poland every half century or so. What was it like in Moscow anyway, Dad? What are the Russkis like? How much did you see?" Pug talked straight through dinner about his adventures in Russia. Janice had provided several bottles of red wine. It wasn't very good wine, and he wasn't much of a wine drinker, but tonight he poured down glass after glass, thinking that red wine was really remarkably fine stuff. Continuous talking, another unusual thing for him, eased his heart. Janice asked questions about Pam Tudsbury, which led him to relate his experiences in England too, and his flight over Berlin. Warren pressed his father for details of the bomb racks and release mechanisms286, but Pug could tell him nothing. Warren interrupted Pug's flow of words to describe his run-in with the Bureau of Ordnance287 over the bombing assembly of his plane, and the improved rack he had manufactured in the shipfitter's shop, which the Bureau was now grudgingly288 examining for possible use in all planes. Pug tried to keep surprise and pride out of his face, saying, "You'll get no thanks from anybody, boy. Especially if it works! just a reputation as a troublemaker289." "I'll get what I want-bombs that fall straight and hit." Over brandy, back on the dark'screened porch, Pug, now fairly close to being drunk, asked his son what he thought he should do, with the California command gone. It was an honest question. His son impressed him, and he thought Warren might give him good advice. Warren laughed and said, "Dad, learn to fly." "Don't think I haven't thought of it." "Well, seriously, you'd better go back to Cincpac's staff tomorroland pound desks till you get a command. They probably believe that you draw a lot of water with the President. You'll get what you ask for. But you have to move fast. If Mr. Roosevelt remembers that you're on the loose again, he'll send you on some other mission. Although I don't know, it must be very interesting work, at that." "Warren, I hope you believe me-thanks, thanks, boy, just a little more, this is damn goodbrandy-nearly everything I've been doing in the past two years has given me a swift pain in the ass. I don't know why Mr. Roosevelt chose in his wisdom to make a sort of high-octane errand boy out of me. I've talked to great men face to face, and that's a privilege, sure. If I were planning to write a book or go into politics, or something along that line, it would be dandy. But the bloom soon comes off the rose. You're a zero to these people. It's in their manner. You have to watch every sentence you utter and keep your eyes and ears peeled for every move, every word, every tone of some bird who may go down in history, but he's just another man, basically, and maybe even a big criminal, like Stalin or Hitler. I think you have to have a taste for associating with great men. There are people who do, God knows, who crave290 it, but I'm not one of them. I never want to get out of sight of ships and the water again, and I never want to see the inside of another embassy." "How did it ever start, Dad? Here, have some more." "No, no, Warren, I'm feeling no pain at all as it is. Well, okay, just wet the bottom of the glass-thanks, boy. How did it start? Well-" Pug recounted his prediction of the Nazi-Soviet pact291, his visits to the President, his assembling of the planes for England, and his reports from Berlin. He felt he was getting loose-tongued. "Well, that's the idea. I've never discussed these things before with anybody, Warren. Not even your mother. You strike me now as a thoroughgoing professional officer. It does my heart good and it gives me pleasure to confide292 a little in you. Also, I'm drunk as a fiddler." Warren grinned. "Ha! You haven't told me a thing. That story about the planes for England cropped up in Time a couple of months ago." "I'm well aware of that" said his father, 'but I wasn't the one who spilled the beans. You didn't see my name in that story." 'I sure didn't. Dad, don't you know why the President likes you? You've a keen mind, you get things done, you don't talk-a rare enough combination-and added to all that, you don't want the job. He must be up to his nates in these people you describe who keep shoving to get near him. He must find You refreshing293, as well as useful. There can't be many patriots294 in Washington." "Well, that's an interesting thought. I don't know why you're buttering me up, but thanks for calling me a patriot with a keen mind. I do try to be as keen as the next guy, Warren. Possibly I was a wee bit mistaken in that small dispute about carriers versus295 battleships. If I'd been ordered to the Enterprise, for instance, instead of the California-which Might well have been, had I ever learned to fly-I would have a command right now, instead of a skinful ofbooze. Thank" Warren. Thanks for everything, and God bless You. Sorry I did so much talking. Tomorrow I want to hear all about your tangle230 with the Zeroes. Now if my legs will support me, I think I'll go to bed." He did not stir till noon. Janice was out on the back lawn, playing with the baby on a blanket, when her father-in-law emerged yawning on the screen porch in a white silk kimono, carrying a manila envelope. "Hi, Dad," she called. "How about some breakfast?" He sat in a wicker chair. "You mean lunch. No thanks, I'm still off 'Schedule from the travelling, Your maid's making me coffee. I'll have a look at my mail, then mosey on down to Cincpac." A few minutes later Janice heard a loud clink. Victor Henry sat upright staring at a letter in his lap, his hand still on the coffee cup he had set down so hard. 'What's the matter, Dad?" "Eh? What? Nothing." "Bad news from home?" "That coffee's mighty hot. I burned my tongue. It's nothing. Where's Warren, by the way?" 'Went to the ship. He expects to be back for dinner, but I guess we can never be sure about anything any more." "That's exactly right." His voice and his manner were strained and queer, she thought. Covertly296 she watched him read and reread two handwritten letters, looking from one to the other, leaving a pile of office mail unopened. " Say, Jan." He stood, stuffing the mail back in the big envelope. "Yes, Dad. You're sure you won't eat something?" "No, no. I don't want to eat. I'm a little tireder than I figured. I may even crawl back in the sack for a bit." When night fell, his bedroom door was still shut. Warren came home after seven. Janice told him what had been happening. He cautiously rapped at his father's door. 'Dad?" Rapping louder, he tried the knob and went into the black room.
Soon he came out with an empty brandy bottle. The cork297 and foil lay in his palm. "It was a fresh bottle, Janice. He opened it and drank it all." "Is he all right?" "He's just out. Out cold." "Maybe you should look at his mail." Warren gave her a frigid298 glare, lighting299 a cigarette. "Listen," she said with mixed timidity and desperation, "those letters, whatever they were, upset him. You'd better find out what the trouble is." "If he wants me to know, he'll tell me." "What are you going to do?" "Eat my dinner." Warren did not speak again until he finished his meal. He sat silent, looking straight ahead when food was not before him. "Dad's taking the California thing hard," he finally said. "That's the whole trouble." "Well, I hope that's all." He said, "Did you listen to the evening news?" "No." 'Big air strike on Manila. They made a mess of the Cavite Navy Yard. That's all the news Washington put out. But the communicator on the Enterprise told me two submarines were bombed, and one was sunk. That one was the Devilfish." "Oh God, no!" "And there's no word on survivors300." "Maybe it's a mistaken report." "Maybe." 'Warren, I feel in my bones that Byron is all right." His chilly301 grim face looked much like his father's. "That's comforting. Till we get some more definite information." o military specialists, "Clark Field" is the name of a United States Tdefeat as grave as Pearl Harbor. With this catastrophe302 at the main -Army airfield on Luzon, the Philippines lost their air cover; the Asiatic Fleet had to flee south; and the rich south sea islands and archipelagoes were laid bare at a stroke for conquest. There has never been a rational explanation for what happened there. Yet Congress did not investigate it. Nobody was relieved. History stillignores Clark Field, and remembers Pearl Harbor. Clark Field half a day late for immortality303.Twogreatdisastersfivethousandmilesapartinonedayare(was) boring, and like any good editor, history has cut the repetition. Clark Field occurred half a day later than Pearl Harbor because the Japanese could not, for all their clever planning, arrange for the dawn to come up everywhere at once. They gave up hope of surprising the Philippines, for the sunrise took five hours to traverse the bulge304 of ocean from Hawaii. Their bombers waited for good weather in starting from Formosa, and droned straight in over the main island of Lazon just before high noon, expecting alert and violent opposition305. The ground observers, on a war footing after the Pearl Harbor news, sent a spate306 of reports to the command center, tracking the attackers from the coast all the way to their objective. They got there unopposed, nevertheless, and found the fighterb and bombers of the Far East Air Force-a formidable armada, built up in recent weeks as the hard core of resistance to japan-lined up on the ground. This ignominious308 occurrence remains309 unaccounted for. It was the Japanese, this time, who were surprised, very pleasantly so. They laid utter waste to General Douglas MacArthur's air force, and flew away. Thus ended, in a quarter of an hour, any hope of stopping the Japanese in the south seas. No course remained for the American forces there but last-ditch stands and surrenders. The Japanese at once set about to cash in on this startling success. Step one was to make Manila Bay uninhabitable for the United States Navy. Two days after Clark Field a horde310 of bombers came in and carefully, painstakingly311 destroyed the Cavite Naval Base at their leisure, having no air defenders312 to worry about. The Devilfish and Byron Henry were at dead center of this attack. When the attack actually began, Byron was ashore313 with a working party, drawing torpedoes. The terrifying wail of the siren broke out not far from the big open shed of the torpedo shop. The overhead crane clattered314 to a halt. The echoing clanks and squeals315 of repair machinery316 quieted down. Chiefs, torpedomen, and machinists' mates in greasy dungarees trotted317 away from their benches and lathes318 to take battle stations. Byron's party had four torpedoes in the truck. He decided319 to load two more before leaving. His orders called for six, and false alarms had been plentiful320 ever since Clark Field. But with the overhead crane shut down, it was slow work moving an assembled Mark 14 torpedo, a ton and a half of steel cylinder321 packed with explosives, propellant, and motor. The sweating Devilfish sailors were rigging one to the guy chains of a small cherry-picker crane when Byron's leading torpedoman glanced out at the sky. "Mr. Henry, here they come." Hansen had the best eyes on the Devilfish. It took Byron half a minute to discern the neat V of silvery specks322 shining in the blue, far higher than the German planes he had seen over Poland. The old Warsaw feeling overwhelmed him-the fear, the exhilaration, the call to look sharp and act fast.
"God, yes, fifty or sixty of 'em," he said. I ' I 'I counted fifty-seven. They're headed this way, sir. Target angle zero. "So I see. Well, let's hurry." The sailor at the wheel of the cherry picker began gunning the motor, tightening323 the chains on the torpedo. "Hold it!" Byron exclaimed, hearing a distant explosion. More CRUMPS! sounded closer. The cement floor trembled. Now for the first time since Warsaw Byron's ears caught a familiar noise-a high whistle ascending324 in pitch and getting louder. "Take cover!" The sailors dove under the truck and a heavy worktable nearby. An explosion blasted close to the shed, then a cataract325 of noise burst all around, the floor shook and heaved, and Byron too threw himself under the table onto rough cement coaled with sandy grease. Quarters were narrow here and his face was jammed against somebody's scratchy dungarees. Byron had never endured a bombing like this. Over and over he winced326 and gritted his teeth at the cracking blasts that shook the ground. It seemed to him a fifty-fifty chance that he would get killed in the next minute. But at last the noise lessened327 as the bombing moved along to another part of the base. He crawled free and ran outside. Flame and smoke were billowing all around and walls were starting to crash down. The serene328 blue sky was flecked with A.A. bursting impotently far below the bombers, which were quite visible through the smoke. The Devilfish sailors came huddling329 around Byron, brushing themselves off and staring at the fires. 'Hey, Mr. Henry, it looks kind of bad, don't it?" 'Are we going back aboard?" 'Should we finish loading the fish?" "Wait." Byron hurried through the smoky shed to see the situation on the other side. Hansen came with him. Hansen was an old able submariner, a fat Swede from Oregon more than six feet tall, with a bushy blond beard and a belt pulled tight under a bulging330 paunch. Hansen had failed to make chief because once in Honolulu he had resisted arrest by three manne shore patrol men, had given one a brain concussion331, and had broken another's arm. He liked Byron and had taught him a lot without seeming to; and Byron had grown his beard partly in sympathy with Hansen, because the captain had been harrying332 the stubborn Swede to trim it or remove it. On the other side of the torpedo shop, large fires also roared and crackled, fanned by a sea wind. In the street a bomb had blown a large crater333 water was' shooting up out of a brokenmain, and fat blue sparks were 'Hashing among the torn and twisted underground cables. Three heavy Navy trucks stood halted by the smoking pit, and their Filipino drivers, chattering in Tagalog, were peering down into the hole. Byron shouted above the chaotic334 din9, "Looks like we're stuck, maybe, Hansen. What do you think?" "I don't know, Mr. Henry. If these trucks would move clear we could probably get out by doubling back around the Commandancia." One of the drivers called to Byron, "Say, can we drive through this shop? There a way through to the wharf335?" Byron shook his head and raised his voice over the shrieking336 siren and the yells of fire fighters dragging hoses along the street. "All blocked on that side! Solid fire, and some walls down!" Squinting337 up at the wind-driven smoke and flame, Hansen said, "Mr. Henry, the fire's gonna spread to this shop and all these fish are gonna go." Byron understood the pain in the torpedoman's voice. Without torpedoes, what good was a submarine squadron? The shortage was already well known and acute. He said, "Well, if you could operate that overhead crane, maybe we could still pull out a few." Hansen scratched his balding head. "Mr. Henry, I'm not a crane man." Standing175 by the flooding crater was a lean civilian in overalls338 and a brown hard hat. He said, 'I'm a crane operator. What's your problem?" Byron turned to the Filipino driver. "Will you guys give us a hand? We want to move some torpedoes out of here." After a rapid exchange in Tagalog with the other drivers, the Filipino exclaimed, "Okay! Where we go?" 'Come on," Byron said to the civilian. "In this shop. It's an overhead crane." 'I know, sonny." In the bay off Sangley Point, meanwhile, a gray speedboat swooped alongside the Devilfish, which was under way, fleeing the Navy Yard and heading for the submarine base at Bataan. It was Red Tully's speedboat, and he was bringing the skipper of the Devilfish back from the base. Branch Hoban jumped from the speedboat to the forecastle of his vessel, as Captain Tully yelled up at the bridge through a megaphone, "Ahoy the Dlfishl What about Seadragon and Sealion?" Lieutenant Aster59 cupped his hands around his mouth. "They were all right when we left, sir. But they're stuck alongside. No power.""Oh, Christ. Tell Branch to lie off here. I'll go have a look." 'Shall we pull the plug, sir?" 'Not unless you're attacked." Hoban arrived on the bridge as the speedboat thrummed away. 'Lady, what about Briny and the working party?" Aster gestured back toward the Navy Yard, which appeared solidly afire under towering pillars of smoke. "They never showed. I figured I'd better get away from alongside, Captain." "Damn right. Glad one of us was aboard." In a short time the speedboat returned. The coxswain swerved339 it alongside and Tully came aboard the Devilfish white-faced and hoarse. "Bad business. They got straddled with bombs. I think the Sealion's a goner-she's on fire, her after engine room's flooded, and she's sinking fast." "Ye gods," Hoban said. "We were outboard of her." "I know. Damn lucky." 'The Pigeon's trying to tow the Seadragon clear. Better go back in there, Branch, and see if you can help." 'Aye aye, sir." A sooty motor whaleboat was puttering toward the Devilfish. "Who's this now?" Tully said. Hoban shaded his eyes. "Say, Lady, is that Pierce?" "Yes, it's Pierce, sir," Lieutenant Aster said, glancing through binoculars. Sailors ran out on the forecastle to help the young seaman340 scramble144 aboard. He came to the bridge, his eyes showing white and his mouth red as a minstrel's in a soot-covered face. -Captain, Mr. Henry sent me to tell you the working party's all right." "Well, thank God! Where are they?" "They're taking torpedoes out of the shop." Tully exclaimed, "The torpedo shop? You mean it's still standing?" "Yes, sir. The fire sort of blew away in another direction, so Mr. Henry and Hansen got these trucks and-" "You come with me," Tully said. 'Branch, I'm going back in there." But when the squadron commander and the sailor reached the blazing Navy Yard, there was no way to get to the torpedo shop. Fallen buildings and smoking debris blocked every route into the wharf area. Tully circled in vain through drifting smoke in a commandeered jeep, avoiding bomb craters,rubble, and careering, screaming ambulances. "Captain Tully, sir, I think I see them trucks," said Pierce. He pointed to a grassy341 area on the other side of a small bridge crowded with cars, ambulances, and foot traffic. 'See? Over there by the water tower." 'The big gray ones?" "Yes, sir. I think that's them, sir." Tully pulled the jeep out of the road and shouldered his way over the bridge. He found Byron Henry sitting on top of heaped torpedoes in a truck, drinking a Coca-Cola. Byron was almost unrecognizable, for his hands, face, and beard were sooty. The three trucks were full of torpedoes, and two cherry-picker crane trucks held more. A small army truck was piled high with stencilled342 c,rates and boxes. The Filipino drivers sat on the grass, eating sandwiches and cracking jokes in Tagalog. The Devilfish working party lay sprawled343 in exhausted344 attitudes, all except Hansen, who sat smoking a pipe with his back to a huge tire of the truck on which Byron perched. "Hello there, Byron," Tully called. Byron turned around and tried to jump up, but it was hard to do on the heap of long cylinders345. "Oh, good afternoon, sir." "How many did you get?" "Twenty-six, sir. Then we had to leave. The fire was closing in." 'I see you scooped346 up a truckload of spare parts, too." 'That was Hansen's idea, sir." "Who's Hansen?" Byron indicated the torpedoman, who had leaped to his feet on recognizing Captain Tully. "What's your rating?" "Torpedoman first class, sir." 'That's where you're wrong. You're a chief torpedoman." Hansen's beard opened in an ecstatic smile, and his eyes gleamed at Ensign Henry. Tully looked around at the trove347 of rescued torpedoes. "You got exploders?" "Yes, sir." "Well, good. Suppose you drive this haul around to Mariveles." 'Aye aye, sir." 'I'll want a report on this, Byron, with the names and ratings of your working party and of these drivers." "Yes, sir.""Any chance of getting more fish out of there?" 'Depends on what the fire leaves, sir. The shop hadn't caught when we left, but now-I don't know." "All right. I'll see about that. You get going." Next morning Byron presented himself to Captain Tully. The squadron commander was working at a desk in a Quonset but on the beach at Mariveles Harbor, a deep cove64 in the mountainous Bataan peninsula. Behind Tully's tanned hairless pate307 a large blue and yellow chart of Manila Bay covered most of the plasterboard wall. Byron handed him a twopage report. Tully glanced through it and said, 'Pretty skimpy document." 'It has the facts, Captain, and all the names and ratings." Tully nodded and dropped the sheets in a basket. 'Branch told me you're allergic348 to paperwork." "It's not my strong point, sir. I'm sorry." "Now! did he tell you what I want you for?" "Just something about salvage, sir." 'Byron, the japs are bound to land soon. We probably can't hold Manila, but as long as MacArthur hangs on to Bataan, the squadron can go on operating out of Mariveles. This is a hell of a lot closer to japan than any other sub base we've got now, or will have for a good long while." Tully stood, and gestured at the wall. "So-the idea is to clean out Cavite, what's left of it, and Manila, of every single item we can use, and fetch it here. You seem to have a sort of scavenger349 instinct." Tully laughed, and Byron responded with a ] polite smile. "You'll work on this until the Devilfish goes out on operations. Lieutenant Commander Percifield is in charge, and you'll report to him now over at Admiral Hart's headquarters in Manila. He's expecting you." "Aye aye, sir." "While you're there, look in on Admiral Hart. He's an old submariner, you know. I told him about those torpedoes. He appreciated it, and is writing a letter of commendation." 'Yes, Captain." "Oh, and incidentally, I've written your father about your exploit, though Lord knows when and how it'll catch up with him." Tully irresolutely,took off his glasses, looked at the erect impassive ensign, and swiveled to and fro. "Now, Byron. Do you still want to go to the Atlantic? With all hell busting350 loose out here?" "Yes, sir. I do want that." "You do? When there's only our squadron now to oppose the japs on the sea? When this is where the fighting is?" Byron did not reply.
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n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
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291 pact | |
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293 refreshing | |
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312 defenders | |
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319 decided | |
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332 harrying | |
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341 grassy | |
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349 scavenger | |
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