The little ship that could.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Hi pax, nice to hear from you. To still have 30 plus tankers left is even better!
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RE: The little ship that could.
21/3/45
The cart rattles along a hot dirt trail for quite some time, the priest and the second man casually nodding, waving, acknowledging the occasional person passing by. Each time this occurs however, the second man gently draws a tarp of canvas across Ogowa, hiding him
Ogowas' mind races. It goes around and around in an endless loop. To be captured is unthinkable, but has he been?
If he is being delivered into the hands of the allies, how will he overpower these men?, or even manage to kill himself?
To be captured is unthinkable.........
The cart stops. He is hustled into a small white washed home. Fleeting glimpses, palm roof, a church in the background, children, dogs everywhere...
A burst of fillipino language............women
The priest hisses, the chatter falls away.
Chairs, a table...............and heavens food!
The second man gestures."Please eat, there is little to be had, but what there is, is good"
Ogowa hesitates.............'Why?".he gestures
The man smiles. ""You are the priests now, my friend. And this is Gods house. Here there are no enemies. Only the sheep..........and the goats"
The cart rattles along a hot dirt trail for quite some time, the priest and the second man casually nodding, waving, acknowledging the occasional person passing by. Each time this occurs however, the second man gently draws a tarp of canvas across Ogowa, hiding him
Ogowas' mind races. It goes around and around in an endless loop. To be captured is unthinkable, but has he been?
If he is being delivered into the hands of the allies, how will he overpower these men?, or even manage to kill himself?
To be captured is unthinkable.........
The cart stops. He is hustled into a small white washed home. Fleeting glimpses, palm roof, a church in the background, children, dogs everywhere...
A burst of fillipino language............women
The priest hisses, the chatter falls away.
Chairs, a table...............and heavens food!
The second man gestures."Please eat, there is little to be had, but what there is, is good"
Ogowa hesitates.............'Why?".he gestures
The man smiles. ""You are the priests now, my friend. And this is Gods house. Here there are no enemies. Only the sheep..........and the goats"
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RE: The little ship that could.
The carrier's launch a second day of fury over the Japanese positions. This time, they bite deeper. But 33rd division will arrive tomorrow, undamaged, completing 15th Armies deployment.
Dajangas is repairing.................
53rd division unloads at cagayan.
But this is it.......the cupboard is bare .........
Japan cannot just sit in its holes, and wait.
It is not the Japanese way.
They will sweep these white devils of the hills, and back into the sea..............
Dajangas is repairing.................
53rd division unloads at cagayan.
But this is it.......the cupboard is bare .........
Japan cannot just sit in its holes, and wait.
It is not the Japanese way.
They will sweep these white devils of the hills, and back into the sea..............
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RE: The little ship that could.
The palua islands have been evacuated..............another division smuggled out under those Buka's very noses.....
Siapan is almost empty
As are the DEI, borneo, the celebes are all but empty
Only the phillipines, only malaya recieve men
Japan, of course, groans under the wieght of frantic defence building
100's of new planes are being commisioned for front line duty. Not the modern fighter or bomber, but elderly biplanes, ancient Nates.
Useless for anything, unless of course, they can be slammed into the sides of troop packed ships..........
Armageddon is being prepared.
Siapan is almost empty
As are the DEI, borneo, the celebes are all but empty
Only the phillipines, only malaya recieve men
Japan, of course, groans under the wieght of frantic defence building
100's of new planes are being commisioned for front line duty. Not the modern fighter or bomber, but elderly biplanes, ancient Nates.
Useless for anything, unless of course, they can be slammed into the sides of troop packed ships..........
Armageddon is being prepared.
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RE: The little ship that could.
"why are you doing this?"
Ogowa speaks directly to the priest, but its the second man who interprets. But first, the second man answers for himself " truelly I tell you, japanese man, if it was just I that found you, I or many of my friends, before our priest came to here, you would be dead . Even now, it is hard...........hard not to sin .
But I, like you, was once lost. .............I will ask him for you"
he does.
The priest smiles, comes over, rests a steady hand upon Ogowa's shoulder. His eyes, thinks Ogowa, have no bottom...........
The Fillipino language is gentle, and deep, and is obviously a question
"he asks, have you ever heard of the song, Amazing grace?"
'No, should I have?
"A task, perhaps............for better times................come, we must go, there are friends of yours but a mile from here"
An hour later, under a hot sun, Ogowa's adventure, this baffling journey, ends at a small sentry post, ironically at a Japanese field
He stares, still bewildered, perplexed, as the two men trundle away, back down the road
He does not understand. Not now, anyway. They have given him his life, his honour.
And in his hands, a small book.
And a million questions to answer.
Ogowa speaks directly to the priest, but its the second man who interprets. But first, the second man answers for himself " truelly I tell you, japanese man, if it was just I that found you, I or many of my friends, before our priest came to here, you would be dead . Even now, it is hard...........hard not to sin .
But I, like you, was once lost. .............I will ask him for you"
he does.
The priest smiles, comes over, rests a steady hand upon Ogowa's shoulder. His eyes, thinks Ogowa, have no bottom...........
The Fillipino language is gentle, and deep, and is obviously a question
"he asks, have you ever heard of the song, Amazing grace?"
'No, should I have?
"A task, perhaps............for better times................come, we must go, there are friends of yours but a mile from here"
An hour later, under a hot sun, Ogowa's adventure, this baffling journey, ends at a small sentry post, ironically at a Japanese field
He stares, still bewildered, perplexed, as the two men trundle away, back down the road
He does not understand. Not now, anyway. They have given him his life, his honour.
And in his hands, a small book.
And a million questions to answer.
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RE: The little ship that could.
22/3/45
Susuzuki approaches palembang.
Today the enemy bombers have struck tarakan, Oosthaven to the south of palembang..............the reach of the mighty bombers is terrifying.
But they do little harm this day.
Dadjangas is fully repaired.and 100 plus fighters are reported there.
The enemy fleet, again approaches.
There is only one possible action to take
If it flies, if it carries the rising sun, it will , it must attack.
On nearly a dozen airfields, hundreds upon hundreds of young men prepare for the morrow..............for battle, for death.
Susuzuki approaches palembang.
Today the enemy bombers have struck tarakan, Oosthaven to the south of palembang..............the reach of the mighty bombers is terrifying.
But they do little harm this day.
Dadjangas is fully repaired.and 100 plus fighters are reported there.
The enemy fleet, again approaches.
There is only one possible action to take
If it flies, if it carries the rising sun, it will , it must attack.
On nearly a dozen airfields, hundreds upon hundreds of young men prepare for the morrow..............for battle, for death.
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RE: The little ship that could.
3rd attempt to post................
(intermittent internet here at the moment)
Battleship Yamato lies at anchor, still in the waters of Hiroshima bay.
From the outside, from the water, for those ashore, she remains still that awe inspiring vessel. For her Admiral, for Yamamato, all but trapped aboard, she is 70000 tons of gently rusting, useless junk.
Below decks, echoes. Darkness. Silence. few, very few man walk her darkened passageways, visit her tomb like compartments. Only one boiler is flashed, one boiler, one generator. Only the absolute essential equipment recieves power, there is no fuel, and thus power, to keep the rest of this great beast alive.
The bulk of her crew is ashore in barracks, waiting for the word to sail.
Sailing will not occur, until fuel arrives.
Yamamato sometimes prowls her empty passageways, her clear decks. He notes with almost horror, the rust, the fading paint, the disorder.
It fills him with dismay.
'Hang in their old girl", he whispers "I will not let you slip so silently into the night............the tankers will come..........I promise"
The tankers will come...............they must..............they have to................
(intermittent internet here at the moment)
Battleship Yamato lies at anchor, still in the waters of Hiroshima bay.
From the outside, from the water, for those ashore, she remains still that awe inspiring vessel. For her Admiral, for Yamamato, all but trapped aboard, she is 70000 tons of gently rusting, useless junk.
Below decks, echoes. Darkness. Silence. few, very few man walk her darkened passageways, visit her tomb like compartments. Only one boiler is flashed, one boiler, one generator. Only the absolute essential equipment recieves power, there is no fuel, and thus power, to keep the rest of this great beast alive.
The bulk of her crew is ashore in barracks, waiting for the word to sail.
Sailing will not occur, until fuel arrives.
Yamamato sometimes prowls her empty passageways, her clear decks. He notes with almost horror, the rust, the fading paint, the disorder.
It fills him with dismay.
'Hang in their old girl", he whispers "I will not let you slip so silently into the night............the tankers will come..........I promise"
The tankers will come...............they must..............they have to................
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RE: The little ship that could.
23/3/45
The great fuel convoy disperses. A dozen or so medium tankers divert towards Palembang, the larger ones, still escorted bu the 3 CVE's, by the 6 destroyer task group that contains Susuzuki maintain course for Batavia.
It is not know if that port is in B-29 range.
But it is known that palembang, Singaopre definately are.
Singapore is being bombed almost daily now.............
Other tankers, and what are the last of Japans large merchants, are running for Soerabaya, balikapapan, Tarakan, Miri.
These ports still bulge with excess fuel.
It must be harvested.
It is, in every sense, the great gamble. Manilla, Takao still have vast amounts of fuel and oil. We could ship it , not risk the tankers.
There is barely a military unit, plane, soldier, warship, left in the entire DEI's.................
But the allies do not know that.............cannot know that.
We hope
So, we risk it. If it can cart fuel, we expose it to this last great gamble................and hope ships remain enough for those last precious drops in Manilla and takao.
After all, all of war is risk, yes?
The great fuel convoy disperses. A dozen or so medium tankers divert towards Palembang, the larger ones, still escorted bu the 3 CVE's, by the 6 destroyer task group that contains Susuzuki maintain course for Batavia.
It is not know if that port is in B-29 range.
But it is known that palembang, Singaopre definately are.
Singapore is being bombed almost daily now.............
Other tankers, and what are the last of Japans large merchants, are running for Soerabaya, balikapapan, Tarakan, Miri.
These ports still bulge with excess fuel.
It must be harvested.
It is, in every sense, the great gamble. Manilla, Takao still have vast amounts of fuel and oil. We could ship it , not risk the tankers.
There is barely a military unit, plane, soldier, warship, left in the entire DEI's.................
But the allies do not know that.............cannot know that.
We hope
So, we risk it. If it can cart fuel, we expose it to this last great gamble................and hope ships remain enough for those last precious drops in Manilla and takao.
After all, all of war is risk, yes?
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RE: The little ship that could.
Ogowas eagles snarl south again.
S201st sentai, fully thirty six strong, lead the rest by some fifteen minutes towards the hell pit of Dadjangas bay.
They burst through cloud and rain...............and spot the wildcats wheeling about, 6000 feet below.
Without hesitation, the stubby wings go vertical, go past, great noses fall, and eagles stoop, claws extended.
But from even further above...............60 strong
The vee shaped Vultures. The whistling deaths.
Corsairs.
With time, space, and hieght.
The veterans of 201st enter the fight of their lives..................
S201st sentai, fully thirty six strong, lead the rest by some fifteen minutes towards the hell pit of Dadjangas bay.
They burst through cloud and rain...............and spot the wildcats wheeling about, 6000 feet below.
Without hesitation, the stubby wings go vertical, go past, great noses fall, and eagles stoop, claws extended.
But from even further above...............60 strong
The vee shaped Vultures. The whistling deaths.
Corsairs.
With time, space, and hieght.
The veterans of 201st enter the fight of their lives..................
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RE: The little ship that could.
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Ogowas eagles snarl south again.
S201st sentai, fully thirty six strong, lead the rest by some fifteen minutes towards the hell pit of Dadjangas bay.
They burst through cloud and rain...............and spot the wildcats wheeling about, 6000 feet below.
Without hesitation, the stubby wings go vertical, go past, great noses fall, and eagles stoop, claws extended.
But from even further above...............60 strong
The vee shaped Vultures. The whistling deaths.
Corsairs.
With time, space, and hieght.
The veterans of 201st enter the fight of their lives..................
The veterans of 201st enter the fight of their lives or the fight for their lives?
I hope not the latter.
Mat
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RE: The little ship that could.
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Appear at places to which he must hasten; move swiftly where he does not expect you.
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RE: The little ship that could.
201st has fallen for the bait...............
The wildcats are slower, lesser manouverable....................easy game for these veterans............but in turn the George is slower than the corsair, and right now that is all that matters.
They scatter across the sky, two dozen deadly dances of death, twisting, wheeling, biting
But many, too many fall.............
401st arrive, and now the battle snarls across 40 square miles, friends needed desperately.
planes keep blooming into flame, falling, now, however, some are the gull winged killers.
Ogowa, Diogowa lead another 36 fighters into the fray, they are late to the party............but there are plenty of players remaining....
Ogowas eagles fight, they kill, they die in turn.
But they clear the way.
The bombers arrive...............Kates, Jills, Lillys, peggies..............escorted by Tojo's, by franks.
And nothing rises to meet them
Dajangas is closed again.
34 George lost for 30 corsairs, all up, 65 planes lost for 64 destroyed.
Ogowa's eagles (the pools are empty) are with drawn to Clarke)
I want to step out of the story here, and comment on the game.
I rarely, very rarely have any co ordination issues, or bombers arrive before fighters, or unescorted strikes.
This is how I do it.
1/ I spend vast amounts of PP on making sure that squadrons are assigned to air HQ's in range
2/ I try to never, ever overstack a field
3/ for a big day like todays effort:
I first stand down every group in the game
Then, in the order I want planes to fly, I issue the orders, ie Ogowas' eagles to sweep, then the bombers , I select a bomber group, select its fighter group, always from the same field. I always start closest to the target, working out in range.
If groups are over 10 fatigue, they are not selected!
If groups are under 80 moral, they are not selected!
This, I confidently say, after 4 years of war, works.
The wildcats are slower, lesser manouverable....................easy game for these veterans............but in turn the George is slower than the corsair, and right now that is all that matters.
They scatter across the sky, two dozen deadly dances of death, twisting, wheeling, biting
But many, too many fall.............
401st arrive, and now the battle snarls across 40 square miles, friends needed desperately.
planes keep blooming into flame, falling, now, however, some are the gull winged killers.
Ogowa, Diogowa lead another 36 fighters into the fray, they are late to the party............but there are plenty of players remaining....
Ogowas eagles fight, they kill, they die in turn.
But they clear the way.
The bombers arrive...............Kates, Jills, Lillys, peggies..............escorted by Tojo's, by franks.
And nothing rises to meet them
Dajangas is closed again.
34 George lost for 30 corsairs, all up, 65 planes lost for 64 destroyed.
Ogowa's eagles (the pools are empty) are with drawn to Clarke)
I want to step out of the story here, and comment on the game.
I rarely, very rarely have any co ordination issues, or bombers arrive before fighters, or unescorted strikes.
This is how I do it.
1/ I spend vast amounts of PP on making sure that squadrons are assigned to air HQ's in range
2/ I try to never, ever overstack a field
3/ for a big day like todays effort:
I first stand down every group in the game
Then, in the order I want planes to fly, I issue the orders, ie Ogowas' eagles to sweep, then the bombers , I select a bomber group, select its fighter group, always from the same field. I always start closest to the target, working out in range.
If groups are over 10 fatigue, they are not selected!
If groups are under 80 moral, they are not selected!
This, I confidently say, after 4 years of war, works.
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RE: The little ship that could.
24/3/45
Okano is on watch, aft engineroom . On the other side of the Baulkhead, Hirate steams 2a boiler.
They are making for the berth at batavia, a berth, rumour says, "is difficult"
Okano'ss hands rest easily on the astern throttle, beside him, the throttle watch keeper controls tthe ahead.
between, just behind them, the third claw waits to answer the telegraphs, engine room register in his oil stained hand, pencil firmly between his teeth
And as always, the charge watches all from behind.
This charge is not like Zuiho's, not at all. Cold, stand offish...........rarely seen below on this ship, he leaves it very much to his PO's of the spaces
A different style, but Susuzuki seems to run well enough....
There is another man down here, the deputy engineer................but like most deputy engineers Okano has ever known, pretty bloody useless to have down here if things ever go wrong.
yet again he takes the guage board in a quick sweep vacuum, good, steam pressures, good, good, good...................50 psi could do with a twitch, its at 49.............fussy as always hey Okano?
Perversly, despite all that lies ahead in the next few hours, these are hours he enjoys...........answering these bells, trying to be so precise.
Its all so easy, if one treats it as a game.............
The bells ring.........slow ahead..............revolutions 30
The tannoy garbles..............the charge answers, leans forward..............."approaching now"
It will be interesting to see what skill this skipper has............
'Slow astern"
On with the astern throttle, timing as the ahead closes.............ah yes, there is the rudder indicatotr moving to hard to starboard..and here we go........
"half astern.revolutions 090!"
he turns the throttle, turn, turn, turn, ............and stop.
All about him, overhead, invisible death flows into the turbines, the ship begins to vibrate, fwd, the forced draft blower scream rises to its unholy shriek.........
"Stop shft!'
On with the ahead!, off with the astern...................and, and, off with the ahead, on with the astern, now we watch the mirror friends that reflects the actual shaft.,...........its stopped.....off the astern a bit, let the ships movement turn her a little under prop drag, we cannot let her rest, that will bow the shaft oh so quickly............
Susuzuki sways.............alongside then...............this skipper, apparently, CAN drive............
"Finish with main engines....4 hours notice for sea............2 A boiler to remain flashed............"
The deputy rouses himself, waves nochantly, departs up the ladder..........the Charge leans in........"turning gear is a bitch on this barge.......for Gods sake do not let her turn an inch when engaging............
And then he goes.........
The process begins
He gives the orders, a set of instructions that will remain in all probability for life
Start up the Motor driven condensate pump, secure the Turbo...........
Start the Motor driven lube oil pump...............check the light green!....now secure the turbo
Ok, now we swingg make up feed, vac drag and exhaust to the TG's
Now for the hard labour...........shut the main steam guard valave, (and don't forget the bypass!), and we shut the condensate discharge valve, open the recirc wide
Turning gear time.............but the third claw is an old hand, it slips into gear as easy as bat crap...........the shaft begins its long, long wind down, hours and hours of cooling ahead
Okano moves to the air ejectors, closes a valve, opens it one turn, the main engine vacuum falls, and falls, and with a little adjustment, reaches 15 inches
Finally, lets shut the main exhast to the ME...............
'How you doing Hirate?"
"As always, waiing on you!"
Oh, shut the hell up...............one engine, two engine, ready to cross connect!
""Very good!...........all spaces, opening main steam cross, opening aux steam cross, opening condensate cross, fwd boiler, confirm condensate isolated to your heater!
The affirmative comes..............."confirm fwd boiler 1 blower, ready for shut down!
"water test complete, boiler in limits!"
"raise to plus nine water level, shut down...pull fires
Ten long, sweaty, heavy minutes later, the fwd boiler is secured, Susuzuki, now steams on her aft unit, cooling her engines down.
This will take a mere 9 hours today...............
Okano takes the tea from his third claw, calls up hirate............"You been here in batavia before brother........?'
Buggard if I can remember.............all these places begin to seem the same you know.............
"But there is beer?
"There better bloody be"
Okano is on watch, aft engineroom . On the other side of the Baulkhead, Hirate steams 2a boiler.
They are making for the berth at batavia, a berth, rumour says, "is difficult"
Okano'ss hands rest easily on the astern throttle, beside him, the throttle watch keeper controls tthe ahead.
between, just behind them, the third claw waits to answer the telegraphs, engine room register in his oil stained hand, pencil firmly between his teeth
And as always, the charge watches all from behind.
This charge is not like Zuiho's, not at all. Cold, stand offish...........rarely seen below on this ship, he leaves it very much to his PO's of the spaces
A different style, but Susuzuki seems to run well enough....
There is another man down here, the deputy engineer................but like most deputy engineers Okano has ever known, pretty bloody useless to have down here if things ever go wrong.
yet again he takes the guage board in a quick sweep vacuum, good, steam pressures, good, good, good...................50 psi could do with a twitch, its at 49.............fussy as always hey Okano?
Perversly, despite all that lies ahead in the next few hours, these are hours he enjoys...........answering these bells, trying to be so precise.
Its all so easy, if one treats it as a game.............
The bells ring.........slow ahead..............revolutions 30
The tannoy garbles..............the charge answers, leans forward..............."approaching now"
It will be interesting to see what skill this skipper has............
'Slow astern"
On with the astern throttle, timing as the ahead closes.............ah yes, there is the rudder indicatotr moving to hard to starboard..and here we go........
"half astern.revolutions 090!"
he turns the throttle, turn, turn, turn, ............and stop.
All about him, overhead, invisible death flows into the turbines, the ship begins to vibrate, fwd, the forced draft blower scream rises to its unholy shriek.........
"Stop shft!'
On with the ahead!, off with the astern...................and, and, off with the ahead, on with the astern, now we watch the mirror friends that reflects the actual shaft.,...........its stopped.....off the astern a bit, let the ships movement turn her a little under prop drag, we cannot let her rest, that will bow the shaft oh so quickly............
Susuzuki sways.............alongside then...............this skipper, apparently, CAN drive............
"Finish with main engines....4 hours notice for sea............2 A boiler to remain flashed............"
The deputy rouses himself, waves nochantly, departs up the ladder..........the Charge leans in........"turning gear is a bitch on this barge.......for Gods sake do not let her turn an inch when engaging............
And then he goes.........
The process begins
He gives the orders, a set of instructions that will remain in all probability for life
Start up the Motor driven condensate pump, secure the Turbo...........
Start the Motor driven lube oil pump...............check the light green!....now secure the turbo
Ok, now we swingg make up feed, vac drag and exhaust to the TG's
Now for the hard labour...........shut the main steam guard valave, (and don't forget the bypass!), and we shut the condensate discharge valve, open the recirc wide
Turning gear time.............but the third claw is an old hand, it slips into gear as easy as bat crap...........the shaft begins its long, long wind down, hours and hours of cooling ahead
Okano moves to the air ejectors, closes a valve, opens it one turn, the main engine vacuum falls, and falls, and with a little adjustment, reaches 15 inches
Finally, lets shut the main exhast to the ME...............
'How you doing Hirate?"
"As always, waiing on you!"
Oh, shut the hell up...............one engine, two engine, ready to cross connect!
""Very good!...........all spaces, opening main steam cross, opening aux steam cross, opening condensate cross, fwd boiler, confirm condensate isolated to your heater!
The affirmative comes..............."confirm fwd boiler 1 blower, ready for shut down!
"water test complete, boiler in limits!"
"raise to plus nine water level, shut down...pull fires
Ten long, sweaty, heavy minutes later, the fwd boiler is secured, Susuzuki, now steams on her aft unit, cooling her engines down.
This will take a mere 9 hours today...............
Okano takes the tea from his third claw, calls up hirate............"You been here in batavia before brother........?'
Buggard if I can remember.............all these places begin to seem the same you know.............
"But there is beer?
"There better bloody be"
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
25/3/45
There is no beer in batavia
There are soldiers, there is never repaired devastation, there is dust
There is no beer, but plenty of work
Transports, (yes, Japan still has them) are loading soldiers, skinny, malnourished men recently evacuated from the Celebes, running them to Singapore, a frantic, last gamble.
Singora has fallen, the "army" there -wretches in tattered uniforms, starving, almost weaponeless) steamrolled into oblivion.
The net is closing
Susuzuki and her sisters refuel, the 8 hours notice for sea changes to immediate, and by midnight, Hirate and Okano are at sea again.
There is no beer in batavia
There are soldiers, there is never repaired devastation, there is dust
There is no beer, but plenty of work
Transports, (yes, Japan still has them) are loading soldiers, skinny, malnourished men recently evacuated from the Celebes, running them to Singapore, a frantic, last gamble.
Singora has fallen, the "army" there -wretches in tattered uniforms, starving, almost weaponeless) steamrolled into oblivion.
The net is closing
Susuzuki and her sisters refuel, the 8 hours notice for sea changes to immediate, and by midnight, Hirate and Okano are at sea again.
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
(a little thankyou for sticking with this dear readers.........turns are slow, and life is busy!)
The enemy CV fleet, massive (strength really unknown, for no search plane survives penetrating its cone of death), moves into the Celebes sea, 200 miles south west of dajangas
Over this day, 150 japanese planes attack, unable to resist .............70 of them bombers.
No bombers return, and few fighters.
There is rumour that a Jill has dived into the Hornet 2............but few can corroborate that.
In return, 300 strike aircraft again pound Japanese positions north of Dajangas.
Southern Command Phillipines, 11th air fleet, have the insurmountable problem........................
In typical inscrutable Japanese fashion, tomorrows orders go out.
We cannot harm this fleet.
Then ignore it.
The enemy CV fleet, massive (strength really unknown, for no search plane survives penetrating its cone of death), moves into the Celebes sea, 200 miles south west of dajangas
Over this day, 150 japanese planes attack, unable to resist .............70 of them bombers.
No bombers return, and few fighters.
There is rumour that a Jill has dived into the Hornet 2............but few can corroborate that.
In return, 300 strike aircraft again pound Japanese positions north of Dajangas.
Southern Command Phillipines, 11th air fleet, have the insurmountable problem........................
In typical inscrutable Japanese fashion, tomorrows orders go out.
We cannot harm this fleet.
Then ignore it.
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
B-29's hit the Northen Phillipines!
The emperor , the goverment (such a joke this now, there is no goverment, just the Military chiefs, the high command, the Kempati), call upon the Japanese people
a 100 million lives for the emperor.
Every citizen, will be armed, will be formed into home area defence units.
will fight, and die, in place, for Japan.
Refusal.....................die earlier.
The emperor , the goverment (such a joke this now, there is no goverment, just the Military chiefs, the high command, the Kempati), call upon the Japanese people
a 100 million lives for the emperor.
Every citizen, will be armed, will be formed into home area defence units.
will fight, and die, in place, for Japan.
Refusal.....................die earlier.
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
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Smoky Stoker
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RE: The little ship that could.
ORIGINAL: 1275psi
(a little thankyou for sticking with this dear readers.........turns are slow, and life is busy!)
The person who really deserves admiration is your opponent, for continuing in the face of all this adversity.
"Leveling large cities has a tendency to alienate the affections of the inhabitants and does not create an atmosphere of international good will after the war." -Rear Admiral Daniel V. Gallery
RE: The little ship that could.
ORIGINAL: 1275psi
201st has fallen for the bait...............
The wildcats are slower, lesser manouverable....................easy game for these veterans............but in turn the George is slower than the corsair, and right now that is all that matters.
They scatter across the sky, two dozen deadly dances of death, twisting, wheeling, biting
But many, too many fall.............
401st arrive, and now the battle snarls across 40 square miles, friends needed desperately.
planes keep blooming into flame, falling, now, however, some are the gull winged killers.
Ogowa, Diogowa lead another 36 fighters into the fray, they are late to the party............but there are plenty of players remaining....
Ogowas eagles fight, they kill, they die in turn.
But they clear the way.
The bombers arrive...............Kates, Jills, Lillys, peggies..............escorted by Tojo's, by franks.
And nothing rises to meet them
Dajangas is closed again.
34 George lost for 30 corsairs, all up, 65 planes lost for 64 destroyed.
Ogowa's eagles (the pools are empty) are with drawn to Clarke)
I want to step out of the story here, and comment on the game.
I rarely, very rarely have any co ordination issues, or bombers arrive before fighters, or unescorted strikes.
This is how I do it.
1/ I spend vast amounts of PP on making sure that squadrons are assigned to air HQ's in range
2/ I try to never, ever overstack a field
3/ for a big day like todays effort:
I first stand down every group in the game
Then, in the order I want planes to fly, I issue the orders, ie Ogowas' eagles to sweep, then the bombers , I select a bomber group, select its fighter group, always from the same field. I always start closest to the target, working out in range.
If groups are over 10 fatigue, they are not selected!
If groups are under 80 moral, they are not selected!
This, I confidently say, after 4 years of war, works.
FANTASTIC Advice. Consider the pen out and notes taken. Thanks!
Member: Treaty, Reluctant Admiral and Between the Storms Mod Team.
RE: The little ship that could.
26 ?3/45
yet again, japan sweeps the skies above dajangas
wave after wave of Franks , 150 in all, sweep the bay, and again the corsairs rise, and challenge.
26 frank are lost
68 corsairs killed
banzia!
yet again, japan sweeps the skies above dajangas
wave after wave of Franks , 150 in all, sweep the bay, and again the corsairs rise, and challenge.
26 frank are lost
68 corsairs killed
banzia!
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
The great death bubble moves to 80 miles west of Cotabato, its a wonder that the allied fleet has room to manouvre............
Today its wrath is flung at Jolo island...and it is irrepairably closed.
30 B-29's finish the job
The day ends, and japan again sends its orders, moving carefully each squadron , assigning missions, targets
Another day, another effort
but this day is slightly, worringly different
There are, after today, no new fighter groups to move south, no replacements for the hollowed out units.
Finally, after so long, so many fights................the well is empty
Tomorrow , if it flies, it attacks the American fleet.
maybe, yet again, we can bluff them, persuade them, that there is more to our defence, than smoke and mirrors...........
Today its wrath is flung at Jolo island...and it is irrepairably closed.
30 B-29's finish the job
The day ends, and japan again sends its orders, moving carefully each squadron , assigning missions, targets
Another day, another effort
but this day is slightly, worringly different
There are, after today, no new fighter groups to move south, no replacements for the hollowed out units.
Finally, after so long, so many fights................the well is empty
Tomorrow , if it flies, it attacks the American fleet.
maybe, yet again, we can bluff them, persuade them, that there is more to our defence, than smoke and mirrors...........
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt