East of raheang, and the 8th division attempts to cross the river, to re claim the road to moulmien.
It is a fiasco.
Allied intelligence can remove another japanese formation from the board in Burma.
But something else happes this night, something that speaks volumes in itself
Across Thailand, across the front, in a dozen remote outposts, in the shattered ruins of Bangkok, the Thia army, first as single men, then in platoons,, companys, regiments.......drops its arms, throws their rifles away, and melt away.
The Indian divisions would, if they could, probably join them. But trapped on Port blair island, it would make little difference, not now
The little ship that could.
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RE: The little ship that could.
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RE: The little ship that could.
31/7/44
Hirate and Okano climb into their positions at the base of the Port side 4.7 inch turret, the stern most of the three enclosed guns on this side of the ship
There has been a submarine attack, Yamato called to action stations at dawn, the distant crump of charges clear in the dawn mist.
This time, they have no trouble finding the turret, they even make it in time. That baarsted of a petty officer calls them in,
"all correct", then they settle in to do what sailors do...........they wait, ears alert, trying to interpret a war they can faintly hear, but not see.
The petty officer descends to the two stokers
"All settled onboard men?
"yes, petty officer"
the little man grins..........."Your not gunners are you............."
Okano, Hirate look at each other, at the petty officer.........
The smile broadens........and abruptly the petty Officer extends a hand......"Stokers I would guess.don't panic guys, your secret is safe wth me"
Okano, Hirate relax visibly."thank you Petty Officer......its, its been difficult"
The petty officer fishes about in his pocket, produces a packet of smokes, the universal language of acceptance. "Name is Suzuki. Stokers or not guys, all we need here is willing muscles, willing hearts. Can you give me that?"
Our men nod. yes, they can do that.
Hirate and Okano climb into their positions at the base of the Port side 4.7 inch turret, the stern most of the three enclosed guns on this side of the ship
There has been a submarine attack, Yamato called to action stations at dawn, the distant crump of charges clear in the dawn mist.
This time, they have no trouble finding the turret, they even make it in time. That baarsted of a petty officer calls them in,
"all correct", then they settle in to do what sailors do...........they wait, ears alert, trying to interpret a war they can faintly hear, but not see.
The petty officer descends to the two stokers
"All settled onboard men?
"yes, petty officer"
the little man grins..........."Your not gunners are you............."
Okano, Hirate look at each other, at the petty officer.........
The smile broadens........and abruptly the petty Officer extends a hand......"Stokers I would guess.don't panic guys, your secret is safe wth me"
Okano, Hirate relax visibly."thank you Petty Officer......its, its been difficult"
The petty officer fishes about in his pocket, produces a packet of smokes, the universal language of acceptance. "Name is Suzuki. Stokers or not guys, all we need here is willing muscles, willing hearts. Can you give me that?"
Our men nod. yes, they can do that.
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RE: The little ship that could.
battleship Yamashiro succumbs to her wounds, sinking Sula sea.
Damage control failures? or death by despair?
I don't think it matters. The day of the battleship is but done.
Damage control failures? or death by despair?
I don't think it matters. The day of the battleship is but done.
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RE: The little ship that could.
The battles continue for Waingapoe
An allied task force of cruisers pound macassar, leaving the town ablaze, the airfield cratered like the moon.
22nd sentai has 20 aircraft damaged, the field is closed.
P 38's, T bolts attack Salarjar again, the skies againreverb to the snarl of aerial death
Japanese counter strikes sink 3 AK, 2 DE's
The furnace burns bright, another 100 aircraft stoking the fires...................
An allied task force of cruisers pound macassar, leaving the town ablaze, the airfield cratered like the moon.
22nd sentai has 20 aircraft damaged, the field is closed.
P 38's, T bolts attack Salarjar again, the skies againreverb to the snarl of aerial death
Japanese counter strikes sink 3 AK, 2 DE's
The furnace burns bright, another 100 aircraft stoking the fires...................
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RE: The little ship that could.
manilla
Ogowa turns into final approach, crabbing the left wing down, sliding the beast towards the end of the strip.
the beast
He loves this plane, this beast.. How, how, could he have thought the zero was the best ?
You sit high in the george, allowing you to see over the cowling, to look behind straight at the tail.
100 percent visibility.
Armour.
A power plant that gives everything its snarl promises
He centres the stick, how responsive...........flairs the beast, touches down onto the dirt. Here the only fault, a undercart too narrow, too prone to collapse.
As usual, the beast tries to shimmy, tries turtle.
But not in these hands.
he taxis, joins the line of fighters along the edge of the strip, stills the beating heart.
For a few minutes Ogowa sits quietly, simply savouring the experience just gone
This is more than a plane. This is THE plane.
he will fly this plane, fight this plane, maybe even die in this plane
It Does not matter
This is a Fighter pilots dream, this plane.
And he thanks the gods, he has been given a chance to fly it.
Ogowa turns into final approach, crabbing the left wing down, sliding the beast towards the end of the strip.
the beast
He loves this plane, this beast.. How, how, could he have thought the zero was the best ?
You sit high in the george, allowing you to see over the cowling, to look behind straight at the tail.
100 percent visibility.
Armour.
A power plant that gives everything its snarl promises
He centres the stick, how responsive...........flairs the beast, touches down onto the dirt. Here the only fault, a undercart too narrow, too prone to collapse.
As usual, the beast tries to shimmy, tries turtle.
But not in these hands.
he taxis, joins the line of fighters along the edge of the strip, stills the beating heart.
For a few minutes Ogowa sits quietly, simply savouring the experience just gone
This is more than a plane. This is THE plane.
he will fly this plane, fight this plane, maybe even die in this plane
It Does not matter
This is a Fighter pilots dream, this plane.
And he thanks the gods, he has been given a chance to fly it.
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RE: The little ship that could.
1/8/44
Some things in war are incomprehensible.
CA Tone is ordered to patrol the waters near macassar, to prevent a repeat of the hammering of the week before
easy enough, ney?
Incomprehensible that she would appear near waigapoe, engaging a small convoy, a cruiser breaking ranks for a DE, 2 rusty liberty ships?
She kills an engineer unit, yes, but why?, why? is she still in those waters come the dawn?
Incomprehensible.
The dauntless dive bombers find her at dawn, hit her 10 times, sink her
We will never know why, there will be no survivors to ask.
Some things in war are incomprehensible.
CA Tone is ordered to patrol the waters near macassar, to prevent a repeat of the hammering of the week before
easy enough, ney?
Incomprehensible that she would appear near waigapoe, engaging a small convoy, a cruiser breaking ranks for a DE, 2 rusty liberty ships?
She kills an engineer unit, yes, but why?, why? is she still in those waters come the dawn?
Incomprehensible.
The dauntless dive bombers find her at dawn, hit her 10 times, sink her
We will never know why, there will be no survivors to ask.
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RE: The little ship that could.
This is a famous family name.
Amongst those who really know.
A name that adorns a great many ships, ships that quietly, competently, bravely have done their duties
The Luckenbacks
This Luckenback, a 7000 odd tonner, becomes famous today, famous for all the wrong reasons. Anchored at Dilli today, her crew fight for their lives. The Combat air patrol has taken down 20 off the escorting fighters, utterly failed to stop the bombers.
Now overhead, the twin engined Lilly dive bombers wheel over, commence the dives.
Luckenback gunners are good, they have been here before, cooly they fire at only the bombers that threaten them.
There are three
The fighters get one
They get another
The third is burning, the fighter peeling away from the attack, its work done.
the bomber keeps on coming
In fact, it adjusts its course
There will be some who say the pilot must have been dead.
Those who prefer fantasy to reality, that is
The rest, the survivors that is, will say otherwise, know otherwise
The lilly dives, deliberately, sqaurely into the Luckenbacks bridge, shattering the plucky ship.
Its hard to ignore, when things are getting desperate.
One plane , one ship.
Amongst those who really know.
A name that adorns a great many ships, ships that quietly, competently, bravely have done their duties
The Luckenbacks
This Luckenback, a 7000 odd tonner, becomes famous today, famous for all the wrong reasons. Anchored at Dilli today, her crew fight for their lives. The Combat air patrol has taken down 20 off the escorting fighters, utterly failed to stop the bombers.
Now overhead, the twin engined Lilly dive bombers wheel over, commence the dives.
Luckenback gunners are good, they have been here before, cooly they fire at only the bombers that threaten them.
There are three
The fighters get one
They get another
The third is burning, the fighter peeling away from the attack, its work done.
the bomber keeps on coming
In fact, it adjusts its course
There will be some who say the pilot must have been dead.
Those who prefer fantasy to reality, that is
The rest, the survivors that is, will say otherwise, know otherwise
The lilly dives, deliberately, sqaurely into the Luckenbacks bridge, shattering the plucky ship.
Its hard to ignore, when things are getting desperate.
One plane , one ship.
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RE: The little ship that could.
9 liberators bomb soerabaya.
They strike the Kaga, the Chiyoda
Its not been a good day, has it?
They strike the Kaga, the Chiyoda
Its not been a good day, has it?
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RE: The little ship that could.
Aug 2nd
Engine snarling, throttle to the wall, you clear the end of the strip. Automatically you operate the undercart, adjust the flaps, slam the canopy shut, already clearing a thousand feet, the beach, the palms, fading below, the ocean glittering.
Noise fills your world, noise, vibration, the great bellow of the engine dragging you higher, higher into the air.
22nd swings left, 30 strong, settling at 7000 feet, driving south as fast as it can
You swing eyes left, right, above, seeking, seeking.
You do not think of your flying, to have to think, well, that is for rookies.
And up here, already dead men.
No, your eyes seek, and look, a nd you tuck in hard on your wingman, and fly as automatically as you breathe
You glance, oh so briefly, below, at the giants there, carving great rivers of white in the blue, blue, sea.
battleships.....always battleships.
there have been rumours, terrible rumours of the carriers sunk................
The radio crackles......Fuchida, terse, crisp...'Bombers.....030, attack!"
Stick back, a zooming, zooming climb, then flinging over, whheeling, almost onto her back, screwing around, and down, the Liberator growing, growing, you fire, the cannons banging, you flash past, wheel, breathe, wheel again, fire, twist, dive, ......
and the battle, brutally, appears done
10 liberators
6 killed
But 4 will attack the giants
Engine snarling, throttle to the wall, you clear the end of the strip. Automatically you operate the undercart, adjust the flaps, slam the canopy shut, already clearing a thousand feet, the beach, the palms, fading below, the ocean glittering.
Noise fills your world, noise, vibration, the great bellow of the engine dragging you higher, higher into the air.
22nd swings left, 30 strong, settling at 7000 feet, driving south as fast as it can
You swing eyes left, right, above, seeking, seeking.
You do not think of your flying, to have to think, well, that is for rookies.
And up here, already dead men.
No, your eyes seek, and look, a nd you tuck in hard on your wingman, and fly as automatically as you breathe
You glance, oh so briefly, below, at the giants there, carving great rivers of white in the blue, blue, sea.
battleships.....always battleships.
there have been rumours, terrible rumours of the carriers sunk................
The radio crackles......Fuchida, terse, crisp...'Bombers.....030, attack!"
Stick back, a zooming, zooming climb, then flinging over, whheeling, almost onto her back, screwing around, and down, the Liberator growing, growing, you fire, the cannons banging, you flash past, wheel, breathe, wheel again, fire, twist, dive, ......
and the battle, brutally, appears done
10 liberators
6 killed
But 4 will attack the giants
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RE: The little ship that could.
"Faster you fools!, faster!" screams Suzuki, "faster!"
The 4.7 inch AA shell wieghs well over 40 kilograms, quite acceptable for a strong man to lift.
But to lift it, to pass it to a man above you, again, and again, and again............
The turret is thick with the stink of cordite, of sweat, of fear
Endlessly, it seems to Hirate and Okano, the guns have crashed.
the breech opens, smoke drifts , a shell is slammed in, gods knows who is aiming the bloody thing.........and crash, it fires again.
Every muscle screams with the effort, but this does not faze our men
With every round Suzuki screams at them, and the words just melt into the cananopy of sound about them. It means nothing.
Not knowing what is going on....this means everything.
Yamato pounds on, solid, immovable under their feet.
Disconcerting.............
Abruptly, the guns fall silent.
Suzuki turns to them, face suddenly relaxed...'Fun ney?.........and you Stokers think you know work!"
The Liberator has missed
Yamato's guns, this time, at least, have not.
The 4.7 inch AA shell wieghs well over 40 kilograms, quite acceptable for a strong man to lift.
But to lift it, to pass it to a man above you, again, and again, and again............
The turret is thick with the stink of cordite, of sweat, of fear
Endlessly, it seems to Hirate and Okano, the guns have crashed.
the breech opens, smoke drifts , a shell is slammed in, gods knows who is aiming the bloody thing.........and crash, it fires again.
Every muscle screams with the effort, but this does not faze our men
With every round Suzuki screams at them, and the words just melt into the cananopy of sound about them. It means nothing.
Not knowing what is going on....this means everything.
Yamato pounds on, solid, immovable under their feet.
Disconcerting.............
Abruptly, the guns fall silent.
Suzuki turns to them, face suddenly relaxed...'Fun ney?.........and you Stokers think you know work!"
The Liberator has missed
Yamato's guns, this time, at least, have not.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Its a quieter day in the air, this day
The allies lose 31 planes, Japan 23
On Waingapoe, fighting has stalemated. The allied fleet appears to have withdrawn (South dakato is hit by a 100 lb fire cracker) to Koepang
There are now 5 japanese battlewagons in this area.
I think we stated the day of the battlewagon is done
Maybe, maybe we are wrong.
The allies lose 31 planes, Japan 23
On Waingapoe, fighting has stalemated. The allied fleet appears to have withdrawn (South dakato is hit by a 100 lb fire cracker) to Koepang
There are now 5 japanese battlewagons in this area.
I think we stated the day of the battlewagon is done
Maybe, maybe we are wrong.
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RE: The little ship that could.
3rd August
On the road to Moulmien.
55th division still march north, winding through the jungles, over the road that they now know so well. The weather, as always, is a barsted, hot humid, the mornings always clear, the day slowly clouding over, thundering up, the late afternoons almost like clockwork delivering the pounding showers, the thunder, the storms.
Then, for a blessed hour or so, the coolness, before the humidity begins to climb brutally again
Hosho climbs this latest rise steadily, how many bloody crests and rises to conquer today?
He marches/climbs, scrambles at the head of his long column of men, struggles to this ridges peak, and stops, stunned
The thunder had been heavy, yesterday, rumbling from the north towards them.
Except, it wasn't thunder.
In a strip, at least 5 miles wide, stretching for miles too many to see, the jungle has been destroyed.
Blasted, torn, ripped up, thousands of shattered trunks, stripped branches, a nightmare of craters, tree roots, stinking puddles of muddy water.
And death
The B29's have been, have harvested. yesterday, somehow they have missed the 33rd division on the road ahead of 55th, but not by much...............
Hosho stares, dumbfounded.
And a terrible fear passes through him.
How can one fight that?
And then he straightens, and begins to march down the hill, down into this strange and terrible landscape. he is Japanese, no?,
They will fight whatever comes, whether by sea, by land, by air.
They will fight them.
On the road to Moulmien.
55th division still march north, winding through the jungles, over the road that they now know so well. The weather, as always, is a barsted, hot humid, the mornings always clear, the day slowly clouding over, thundering up, the late afternoons almost like clockwork delivering the pounding showers, the thunder, the storms.
Then, for a blessed hour or so, the coolness, before the humidity begins to climb brutally again
Hosho climbs this latest rise steadily, how many bloody crests and rises to conquer today?
He marches/climbs, scrambles at the head of his long column of men, struggles to this ridges peak, and stops, stunned
The thunder had been heavy, yesterday, rumbling from the north towards them.
Except, it wasn't thunder.
In a strip, at least 5 miles wide, stretching for miles too many to see, the jungle has been destroyed.
Blasted, torn, ripped up, thousands of shattered trunks, stripped branches, a nightmare of craters, tree roots, stinking puddles of muddy water.
And death
The B29's have been, have harvested. yesterday, somehow they have missed the 33rd division on the road ahead of 55th, but not by much...............
Hosho stares, dumbfounded.
And a terrible fear passes through him.
How can one fight that?
And then he straightens, and begins to march down the hill, down into this strange and terrible landscape. he is Japanese, no?,
They will fight whatever comes, whether by sea, by land, by air.
They will fight them.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Pilot Officer Graham T (long pig) is posted to London, he has earnt a rest.
His Commanding officer sends a signal, sending him to the general pool of reserve officers
On the same day, pilot officer graham, R, is also posted, to the front, mosquito squadron.
Signals are processed, clerks busy at the deadly work of paperwork.
Note, I am afraid, the letter R's position , Oh so close to the Letter T on the keyboard...........
Crap happens.
Two men are posted, one, confused, Graham R, to London, the other, with almost equal bafflement, back yet again, to the war.............
His Commanding officer sends a signal, sending him to the general pool of reserve officers
On the same day, pilot officer graham, R, is also posted, to the front, mosquito squadron.
Signals are processed, clerks busy at the deadly work of paperwork.
Note, I am afraid, the letter R's position , Oh so close to the Letter T on the keyboard...........
Crap happens.
Two men are posted, one, confused, Graham R, to London, the other, with almost equal bafflement, back yet again, to the war.............
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RE: The little ship that could.
Cv Zuikaku departs Japan, repaired at last
So does BB Mutsu
Combined Fleet consists of Zuikaku, Shokaku, Taiho, a damaged kaga, Shoho
Junyo joins in 12 days
The rest?...2 cvls, a CV.......90 days.......if we are lucky.
how quickly the winds of war have changed.
So does BB Mutsu
Combined Fleet consists of Zuikaku, Shokaku, Taiho, a damaged kaga, Shoho
Junyo joins in 12 days
The rest?...2 cvls, a CV.......90 days.......if we are lucky.
how quickly the winds of war have changed.
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RE: The little ship that could.
[:D][:D]ORIGINAL: 1275psi
Crap happens.
Two men are posted, one, confused, Graham R, to London, the other, with almost equal bafflement, back yet again, to the war.............
Perfect description of a SNAFU!
Is there any part of military life you are not familiar with?!
No matter how bad a situation is, you can always make it worse. - Chris Hadfield : An Astronaut's Guide To Life On Earth
RE: The little ship that could.
It will be a long day on yamato
She is called to action stations well before dawn, her guns loaded, her decks clewared for action.
Hirate and Okanotake their positions.
Hirate looks around him. What was it?, three, four days ago that they joined?.........no, it was more than that. The wonder of this great ship has faded now, replaced, he feels, with something more important.
Stoker he may be, but now he is here, part of this gun, part of this team.
He winks at Okano. Besides. He is here with him.
They have been bombed on Zuiho, They have been sunk. He has raced those waters. Fate took Minobe, spared him, spared his closest friend.
Now here they are, on a floating armoured giant.
Life is strange, yes?
Breakfast arrives, sweat boiled rice, fish, rolls, and heavens!, 3 bottles of sake.
They eat, they share.
The alarms ring.
Hirate takes his place........the shell rises, he takes it from the hoist, swings it up, around, passes it to okano, turns back, waits for the next.
About him the whine of the hydraulics, the shouts of Suzuki,
"target!, twin engined bomber........4000 metres!, engage!"
The gun barks, the turret begins to swing, and comes to shuddering halt
"Buka!", screams Suzuki..'failure!, get the maintainer!"
The turret captain swings across the gun."Engage manual!"
Okano sees it though........."Buggar this!".....Hirate........shut that valve!, and that one!, its got to be the DCV!.....the spanners, quick!"
About them, yamato is a volcano of fire, but this turret is quiet, a terrible, terrible thing...........
8 bombers attack, coming in hard and low...........and, amazingly, a pete takes one down.
The bombers miss, yamato shuddering too the near misses, her deck rivers of water from the great white fountains.
Men grimace through out the battlewagon.
The turret springs to life again
And two men, covered in oil, hands dirty again, job done, laugh.
She is called to action stations well before dawn, her guns loaded, her decks clewared for action.
Hirate and Okanotake their positions.
Hirate looks around him. What was it?, three, four days ago that they joined?.........no, it was more than that. The wonder of this great ship has faded now, replaced, he feels, with something more important.
Stoker he may be, but now he is here, part of this gun, part of this team.
He winks at Okano. Besides. He is here with him.
They have been bombed on Zuiho, They have been sunk. He has raced those waters. Fate took Minobe, spared him, spared his closest friend.
Now here they are, on a floating armoured giant.
Life is strange, yes?
Breakfast arrives, sweat boiled rice, fish, rolls, and heavens!, 3 bottles of sake.
They eat, they share.
The alarms ring.
Hirate takes his place........the shell rises, he takes it from the hoist, swings it up, around, passes it to okano, turns back, waits for the next.
About him the whine of the hydraulics, the shouts of Suzuki,
"target!, twin engined bomber........4000 metres!, engage!"
The gun barks, the turret begins to swing, and comes to shuddering halt
"Buka!", screams Suzuki..'failure!, get the maintainer!"
The turret captain swings across the gun."Engage manual!"
Okano sees it though........."Buggar this!".....Hirate........shut that valve!, and that one!, its got to be the DCV!.....the spanners, quick!"
About them, yamato is a volcano of fire, but this turret is quiet, a terrible, terrible thing...........
8 bombers attack, coming in hard and low...........and, amazingly, a pete takes one down.
The bombers miss, yamato shuddering too the near misses, her deck rivers of water from the great white fountains.
Men grimace through out the battlewagon.
The turret springs to life again
And two men, covered in oil, hands dirty again, job done, laugh.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Liberators attack macassar.
22 nd sentai springs into life
Their kills spring to 141
Fuchida flies, but does not engage.
Word has reached them, his fathers ship, Zuiho, is reported sunk.
22 nd sentai springs into life
Their kills spring to 141
Fuchida flies, but does not engage.
Word has reached them, his fathers ship, Zuiho, is reported sunk.
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RE: The little ship that could.
78 B29's pound Hong Kong harbour.
The net is closing
The net is closing
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RE: The little ship that could.
6/8/44
Wearily Takeji climbs the island on Hiyo.
Her captain is still enroute from Japan, war or not, the routines of Staff School, of promotion courses, continues
Yet Hiyo must soon go to sea.
Still deep in dockyard hands, she is covered in a million cables, an endless number of hoses. Here rust smears her flanks, but there, new metal, only primed, waits for new paint
her two gangways seem like highways, men climbing up, nearly everyone carrying something that has to be installed or fixed yet.
the other, men going down, mostly empty handed.
This, of course, worries takeji, worries him very much.
In ten days, they must go to sea, this is the schedule. Soon, that ant line of men going down must be carrying all the crap that does not belong on this ship off it.
he sighs, tomorrow, hopefully.
he reaches the bridge. Something new, something different.
And today, somewhere quiet.
Its a good bridge, this one of Hiyo's.
But its not his.
Wearily Takeji climbs the island on Hiyo.
Her captain is still enroute from Japan, war or not, the routines of Staff School, of promotion courses, continues
Yet Hiyo must soon go to sea.
Still deep in dockyard hands, she is covered in a million cables, an endless number of hoses. Here rust smears her flanks, but there, new metal, only primed, waits for new paint
her two gangways seem like highways, men climbing up, nearly everyone carrying something that has to be installed or fixed yet.
the other, men going down, mostly empty handed.
This, of course, worries takeji, worries him very much.
In ten days, they must go to sea, this is the schedule. Soon, that ant line of men going down must be carrying all the crap that does not belong on this ship off it.
he sighs, tomorrow, hopefully.
he reaches the bridge. Something new, something different.
And today, somewhere quiet.
Its a good bridge, this one of Hiyo's.
But its not his.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Ogowa and Diogawa fly into Singapore.
Its been a strange journey, manilla, Jolo, siagon, some dusty bowl of a field in thialand, then Vic point, now finally, here.
A long journey
Diogawa sums it up grimly
"Some one, somewhere, does not have a clue"
The sentai settles into the field, the planes swarmed by the mechanics. They have been here before, of course, Singapore is a "good run"
'care to?" asks ogowa
'care to what?"
"get pissed of course"
Diogawa grins."Woof!, don't mind if i do, old chap, don't mind if we do"
Its been a strange journey, manilla, Jolo, siagon, some dusty bowl of a field in thialand, then Vic point, now finally, here.
A long journey
Diogawa sums it up grimly
"Some one, somewhere, does not have a clue"
The sentai settles into the field, the planes swarmed by the mechanics. They have been here before, of course, Singapore is a "good run"
'care to?" asks ogowa
'care to what?"
"get pissed of course"
Diogawa grins."Woof!, don't mind if i do, old chap, don't mind if we do"
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