Wow, that is a lot. and you have to get all the way back to the HI, right? [:(]ORIGINAL: 1275psi
Hi Pax
48 flood, then we will have to brave the ss again[:(]
The little ship that could.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Pax
RE: The little ship that could.
ORIGINAL: PaxMondo
Wow, that is a lot. and you have to get all the way back to the HI, right? [:(]ORIGINAL: 1275psi
Hi Pax
48 flood, then we will have to brave the ss again[:(]
Not to ruin the story line .. but as an AFB as long as sys is below 10 or so .. I have moved BB's from Pearl to WC with 70 flood .. I am assuming the IJ face much more restrictive circumstances due to poor damage control figured in the algorithm ...
"What gets us into trouble is not what we don't know. It's what we know for sure that just ain't so"
RE: The little ship that could.
2 September
Suriago straight, phillipines.
Its not comfortable on the Natori. Besides Hiyo's pilots, there are nearly 50 injured men as well, and they have piority to what hammocks are available below.
There is a water shortage (oh, how common on a japanese warship is this problem!), and, well, the food is terrible.
But this is nothing to the helpless feeling of sitting on a warship escorting carriers, as a pilot, watching the planes circle, launch, depart, land. The remains of combined fleet is flying a very, very heavy ASW patrol, if it flies, its aloft.
Diogowa, Ogowa lean against the guard rails, stripped almost bare.
The sun has burnt them brown, almost black, they watch the CAP, silent.
Yet, despite the frustration of not flying, this journey has, in a way, been good.
There are no responsibilities. No duties. No possessions even. Just the days sliding across the sea, watching the show, watching the phillipine islands sliding past, the nights, warm, sleeping on the upper decks.
A good break. A chance to recouperate.
And, not mentioned, not dared to be mentioned.....the prospect of home at the end of the voyage.
It is too much to dare for.
Natori breaks from the straight, and , like a switch coming on, her bows meet the first of the great pacific rollers, the wind blows the spray back into eager faces
She changes course, north.
Home, Oh gods, to get home...............
Suriago straight, phillipines.
Its not comfortable on the Natori. Besides Hiyo's pilots, there are nearly 50 injured men as well, and they have piority to what hammocks are available below.
There is a water shortage (oh, how common on a japanese warship is this problem!), and, well, the food is terrible.
But this is nothing to the helpless feeling of sitting on a warship escorting carriers, as a pilot, watching the planes circle, launch, depart, land. The remains of combined fleet is flying a very, very heavy ASW patrol, if it flies, its aloft.
Diogowa, Ogowa lean against the guard rails, stripped almost bare.
The sun has burnt them brown, almost black, they watch the CAP, silent.
Yet, despite the frustration of not flying, this journey has, in a way, been good.
There are no responsibilities. No duties. No possessions even. Just the days sliding across the sea, watching the show, watching the phillipine islands sliding past, the nights, warm, sleeping on the upper decks.
A good break. A chance to recouperate.
And, not mentioned, not dared to be mentioned.....the prospect of home at the end of the voyage.
It is too much to dare for.
Natori breaks from the straight, and , like a switch coming on, her bows meet the first of the great pacific rollers, the wind blows the spray back into eager faces
She changes course, north.
Home, Oh gods, to get home...............
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
Hosho sits in his trench, staring at a very curious thing
The sides of the trench are vibrating, sending trickles, almost streams of dust, rubble, dirt falling down its side.
he stands, stares at the sky, empty, blue, sun beating down mercilessly.
To the west, the mountains that form the back bone of malaya, silent, brooding.
The Jungle, all about, quiet, lanquid in the tropical heat
But still, the ground vibrates beneath his feet.
Finally.........an answer. Rising, rising, slowly behind the nearest ridge, the dust clouds, the mushrooms of death
He sits back down, contemplates this pathetic slit in the ground. The B-29's are visiting somebody on the west flank.
What, if he can feel the results from here, when they bomb over there........would it be like here.?
He contemplates his trench.
The answer, is not to his liking.
Where the bloody hell did he see that shovel??
The sides of the trench are vibrating, sending trickles, almost streams of dust, rubble, dirt falling down its side.
he stands, stares at the sky, empty, blue, sun beating down mercilessly.
To the west, the mountains that form the back bone of malaya, silent, brooding.
The Jungle, all about, quiet, lanquid in the tropical heat
But still, the ground vibrates beneath his feet.
Finally.........an answer. Rising, rising, slowly behind the nearest ridge, the dust clouds, the mushrooms of death
He sits back down, contemplates this pathetic slit in the ground. The B-29's are visiting somebody on the west flank.
What, if he can feel the results from here, when they bomb over there........would it be like here.?
He contemplates his trench.
The answer, is not to his liking.
Where the bloody hell did he see that shovel??
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RE: The little ship that could.
6 b-29 bomb Loemaojang, , south of Soerabaya.
The message, i would think, is stark, is clear.
Your oil fields are in range, you little yellow barsteds...................
DAMNATION!!!!
The message, i would think, is stark, is clear.
Your oil fields are in range, you little yellow barsteds...................
DAMNATION!!!!
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RE: The little ship that could.
its not the 48 flood per se, it's the loss of speed that it represents (prolly 8 knots) and having to go so far through sub infested waters ... it means a lot of shots for Cantona to get another fish or two into her ... which she won't survive ... [:@]ORIGINAL: Crackaces
ORIGINAL: PaxMondo
Wow, that is a lot. and you have to get all the way back to the HI, right? [:(]ORIGINAL: 1275psi
Hi Pax
48 flood, then we will have to brave the ss again[:(]
Not to ruin the story line .. but as an AFB as long as sys is below 10 or so .. I have moved BB's from Pearl to WC with 70 flood .. I am assuming the IJ face much more restrictive circumstances due to poor damage control figured in the algorithm ...
Pax
RE: The little ship that could.
Herbiesan considers the man sitting at such ease before him.
Ivan, Ivan some bloody unpronouncable thing........bloody russian spelling.
"Thank you for coming at such short notice Ambassador"
"Da, .........but no intention to shoot one, is there?"
"Only the general staff..........the incompetent ones mind you"
the Ambassador laughs........."yes, that is good one......Stalin too, he only shoots the bad ones"
The two men settle down into the chairs
"Too business yes?"
Yes, too business. Diplomacy, other than at the point of the gun..........
"My Russian friend, although the people think the war goes well....."
"The reality is different"
Painful, yet true. The war no longer goes well. Soon, too soon the reality must crash in on the people.
The Americans will never stop, not now.
Death approaches
The trick then, is to strike, with revenge , from beyond the grave...
"yes, the war goes poorly.the question is what comes after"
'And you think the Soviets have much to say on this?'
(And Oh yes, we will, Oh yes we will")
herbiesan hesitates.........."After the war, it will be eagle against bear. My proposal is simple. A simple estate, say 1000 acres, in the motherland............in return, I create an atmosphere conducive for the Communist party...........and hostile to the Americans......"
The Ambassador smiles ( oh, an atmosphere conducive, you think?.........as conducive as an armoured division in the gaza?)
'We will think on it"
Ivan, Ivan some bloody unpronouncable thing........bloody russian spelling.
"Thank you for coming at such short notice Ambassador"
"Da, .........but no intention to shoot one, is there?"
"Only the general staff..........the incompetent ones mind you"
the Ambassador laughs........."yes, that is good one......Stalin too, he only shoots the bad ones"
The two men settle down into the chairs
"Too business yes?"
Yes, too business. Diplomacy, other than at the point of the gun..........
"My Russian friend, although the people think the war goes well....."
"The reality is different"
Painful, yet true. The war no longer goes well. Soon, too soon the reality must crash in on the people.
The Americans will never stop, not now.
Death approaches
The trick then, is to strike, with revenge , from beyond the grave...
"yes, the war goes poorly.the question is what comes after"
'And you think the Soviets have much to say on this?'
(And Oh yes, we will, Oh yes we will")
herbiesan hesitates.........."After the war, it will be eagle against bear. My proposal is simple. A simple estate, say 1000 acres, in the motherland............in return, I create an atmosphere conducive for the Communist party...........and hostile to the Americans......"
The Ambassador smiles ( oh, an atmosphere conducive, you think?.........as conducive as an armoured division in the gaza?)
'We will think on it"
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt
RE: The little ship that could.
3rd of September
Hiyo is mostly a great dark, quiet cave. Her remaining machinery is still. If one stands still, and listens, you can hear the water outside lapping against her hull. Disconcertantly, also, in many places, inside her. The AR ship is providing what power she can, mostly for the pumps, and the great strings of portable lighting strung through her dark passageways.
Great areas of the ship are pitch black. Humidity is high, adding to the cave like atmosphere.
For all intents and purposes, Hiyo appears dead.
But deep inside her, the spark of life remains.
Today is last salvageable compartment day.
The men gather again in the damp passageway, and consider the bolted down hatch. Below, in this hold, a series of interlinked compartments: the gyro room, a comms radio room, the vault, the electrical office.
'Are you ready brother?" Okano whispers
Hirate, face pale in the wobbly dim lights, nods. 'No, but we must, ney?"
Yes, yes, they must.
The hatch is unbolted, clangs aside. Torches reflect upon evil, dark, oil stained water lapping at the coamings
The pump hose is manouvered in, somewhere many decks above, the rattle and roar of the dirty diesel.
It is as bad as all of them, this last compartment. They float, bloated, stinking, barely recongnisable as former comrades, 6 men, trapped below that bolted hatch.
masked, gloved, gently they remove them, it is easier, thinks Hirate, to not look at the faces, to not think of them as men, but as .............as carpets, ruined, rolled carpets.
But you treat them with all the reverence they deserve nonetheless.............
The compartment is mostly tight, by tomorrow Hiyo will be at 48% flood.
The horrible work is done.
The harder work, yet to come.
Hiyo is mostly a great dark, quiet cave. Her remaining machinery is still. If one stands still, and listens, you can hear the water outside lapping against her hull. Disconcertantly, also, in many places, inside her. The AR ship is providing what power she can, mostly for the pumps, and the great strings of portable lighting strung through her dark passageways.
Great areas of the ship are pitch black. Humidity is high, adding to the cave like atmosphere.
For all intents and purposes, Hiyo appears dead.
But deep inside her, the spark of life remains.
Today is last salvageable compartment day.
The men gather again in the damp passageway, and consider the bolted down hatch. Below, in this hold, a series of interlinked compartments: the gyro room, a comms radio room, the vault, the electrical office.
'Are you ready brother?" Okano whispers
Hirate, face pale in the wobbly dim lights, nods. 'No, but we must, ney?"
Yes, yes, they must.
The hatch is unbolted, clangs aside. Torches reflect upon evil, dark, oil stained water lapping at the coamings
The pump hose is manouvered in, somewhere many decks above, the rattle and roar of the dirty diesel.
It is as bad as all of them, this last compartment. They float, bloated, stinking, barely recongnisable as former comrades, 6 men, trapped below that bolted hatch.
masked, gloved, gently they remove them, it is easier, thinks Hirate, to not look at the faces, to not think of them as men, but as .............as carpets, ruined, rolled carpets.
But you treat them with all the reverence they deserve nonetheless.............
The compartment is mostly tight, by tomorrow Hiyo will be at 48% flood.
The horrible work is done.
The harder work, yet to come.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Combined fleet has not forgotten Hiyo
The waters between her berth and singapore have been flooded with an intensive ASW effort.
It kills its 3rd ss in as many days today south of singapore
Hiyo will, gods willing, have to go there.............
The waters between her berth and singapore have been flooded with an intensive ASW effort.
It kills its 3rd ss in as many days today south of singapore
Hiyo will, gods willing, have to go there.............
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RE: The little ship that could.
Waingapoe
Yet ANOTHER deliberate allied attack
held, again.
But the Japanese dead lie thick now. Everything that can be done, has been. There can be no fairy tail ending here. They will fight on.
Until they can fight on no more.
There have been p51's hunting in southern China, sweeping over Hong Kong
22nd Sentai will deploy.
Fuchida flies with them. China has been a happy hunting ground before.
It will be again.
Hosho's fears are well founded
Its a long day, huddled in his trench.
The B-29's pound the airfield to his south, beaufighters sweep the harbour, despite some army fighters doing what they can, the harbour sprouts five ugly pyres from dying transports.
Between the bombs, he does what all about him also are doing
He digs.
Yet ANOTHER deliberate allied attack
held, again.
But the Japanese dead lie thick now. Everything that can be done, has been. There can be no fairy tail ending here. They will fight on.
Until they can fight on no more.
There have been p51's hunting in southern China, sweeping over Hong Kong
22nd Sentai will deploy.
Fuchida flies with them. China has been a happy hunting ground before.
It will be again.
Hosho's fears are well founded
Its a long day, huddled in his trench.
The B-29's pound the airfield to his south, beaufighters sweep the harbour, despite some army fighters doing what they can, the harbour sprouts five ugly pyres from dying transports.
Between the bombs, he does what all about him also are doing
He digs.
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RE: The little ship that could.
4th of september
The japanese have few, very few aircraft left in Burma. daily, the allies bomb, and bomb the shattered retreating troops.
But today, a defiant act.
Flying from Victoria point, 26 francis bombers attack Rangoon at wave top height.
Surprise is complete, 26 T bolts on CAP fail to intercept.
CVE Begnam explodes.............
Pilot Officer "Long pig" Graham, returns from another mission.
His Mother would not recongnise him.........this now, brown, and hard.
Eyes like flint, he has smashed a dozen tanks today, will again tomorrow.
Hosho's trench deepens, it needs to, the B-29's are pounding his area today, and the port as well.
And at waingapoe, the allies..............fail again.
The japanese have few, very few aircraft left in Burma. daily, the allies bomb, and bomb the shattered retreating troops.
But today, a defiant act.
Flying from Victoria point, 26 francis bombers attack Rangoon at wave top height.
Surprise is complete, 26 T bolts on CAP fail to intercept.
CVE Begnam explodes.............
Pilot Officer "Long pig" Graham, returns from another mission.
His Mother would not recongnise him.........this now, brown, and hard.
Eyes like flint, he has smashed a dozen tanks today, will again tomorrow.
Hosho's trench deepens, it needs to, the B-29's are pounding his area today, and the port as well.
And at waingapoe, the allies..............fail again.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Takeji contemplates his engineer.
What a contrast............if this was Minobe
"Three days?"
"Three days sir............maybe more. We have but one boiler, one engineroom...........'
'Alright then". No hesitation. I place my life into your hands Engines...........and it feels right. 'Proceed. Raise steam"
And so it begins.
What a contrast............if this was Minobe
"Three days?"
"Three days sir............maybe more. We have but one boiler, one engineroom...........'
'Alright then". No hesitation. I place my life into your hands Engines...........and it feels right. 'Proceed. Raise steam"
And so it begins.
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RE: The little ship that could.
Hiyo
38 system
48 flood
23 eng
Hirate and Okano have been on Hiyo for what seems like forever.
But its only been what?, a month, 6 weeks?
Barely enough time to learn your ship, your systems.
Boilers are simple things, really. But to get them going.
Fuel. But so many of Hiyos Fuel tanks are lost, or flooded, or even destroyed. In fact, so many is actually all of them. Today, somehow they have to get a sound tanks worth of fuel to the ready use tank.
But the sound tank lies below flooded compartments, and the transfer pipe passes through a destroyed compartment
A tricky problem indeed
Thats Hirates
Boilers need air. Initially provided by a motor driven fan. The starter box for the remaining boilers fan lies on the deck, smashed from the shock of the fish
Okano's problem
There are many other problems.
Feed, or the lack of it.
The total lack of cooling water to the pumps, and later for the oil coolers, if they ever get the turbine rolling.
And this , of course, is just the machinery.
There is little lighting, high humidity, no ventilation
Place a light under the bitch, and temperatures below will become hellish.
The men cannot think that far ahead. Just to get a fire going will be achievement enough.
Hirate stands on 4 deck, staring at the shored hatch leading to the flooded compartment below. He has 3 men with him, average age 18 years
"Where do they stow the portable compressor?"
One of the youngsters grins "Will this work petty officer?"
Hirate shrugs. "If it doesn't, we are truked ney?"
38 system
48 flood
23 eng
Hirate and Okano have been on Hiyo for what seems like forever.
But its only been what?, a month, 6 weeks?
Barely enough time to learn your ship, your systems.
Boilers are simple things, really. But to get them going.
Fuel. But so many of Hiyos Fuel tanks are lost, or flooded, or even destroyed. In fact, so many is actually all of them. Today, somehow they have to get a sound tanks worth of fuel to the ready use tank.
But the sound tank lies below flooded compartments, and the transfer pipe passes through a destroyed compartment
A tricky problem indeed
Thats Hirates
Boilers need air. Initially provided by a motor driven fan. The starter box for the remaining boilers fan lies on the deck, smashed from the shock of the fish
Okano's problem
There are many other problems.
Feed, or the lack of it.
The total lack of cooling water to the pumps, and later for the oil coolers, if they ever get the turbine rolling.
And this , of course, is just the machinery.
There is little lighting, high humidity, no ventilation
Place a light under the bitch, and temperatures below will become hellish.
The men cannot think that far ahead. Just to get a fire going will be achievement enough.
Hirate stands on 4 deck, staring at the shored hatch leading to the flooded compartment below. He has 3 men with him, average age 18 years
"Where do they stow the portable compressor?"
One of the youngsters grins "Will this work petty officer?"
Hirate shrugs. "If it doesn't, we are truked ney?"
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RE: The little ship that could.
anyone guess how he will do it?[:'(]
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RE: The little ship that could.
All fuel tanks have two tubes into them, a vent pipe, and a sounding tube, for the dip tanks
Hirate has had the vent pipe cut of here at the deck above the tank, and a hose now leads from it to the ready use tank 50 metres aft and below.
Inserted, and crudely sealed into the top of the sounding tube, a low pressure air line, complete with guage.
The trick, simple really, push air in, which hopefully will push fuel out. The trick, of course, is not to burst the tank.
But with water pressing in on all sides except the roof, he hopes that can be avoided.
Somwhere above, echoing hollowly, the small diesel compresor bangs away
'Cross your fingers boys.........'
Cautiously he cracks open the air valve, and holds his breath.
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RE: The little ship that could.
5 September
Without captain Itaga, and his AR ship Senseai, it would have been impossible.
Feed water?, how many tons do you need?
Welding kit........with a welder as well!
Power cables, cranage, portable pumps, a forest of timber, even a spare starter box for Okano........
LIke a patient in ICU, it tends to Hiyos every need
Its the small things that mattered most
Food, good, hot food. Showers. And bunks for the hours of snatched sleep
But now, piece by piece, the AR is taking her toys back.
Smoke rises steadily from Hiyos stack.
Without captain Itaga, and his AR ship Senseai, it would have been impossible.
Feed water?, how many tons do you need?
Welding kit........with a welder as well!
Power cables, cranage, portable pumps, a forest of timber, even a spare starter box for Okano........
LIke a patient in ICU, it tends to Hiyos every need
Its the small things that mattered most
Food, good, hot food. Showers. And bunks for the hours of snatched sleep
But now, piece by piece, the AR is taking her toys back.
Smoke rises steadily from Hiyos stack.
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RE: The little ship that could.
The blow falls:
36 B-29's hit Tarakan oil field
Production there drops by 30%
Balikapapan, Soerabaya, Samarinda , the fighters go onto full alert
But we all know, the bombers will get through...........
36 B-29's hit Tarakan oil field
Production there drops by 30%
Balikapapan, Soerabaya, Samarinda , the fighters go onto full alert
But we all know, the bombers will get through...........
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RE: The little ship that could.
Fuchida flies as part of a sweep over Changsha, nothing encountered.
They will not be there long, the chaos in Thailand is beyond belief. the allied airforce roams at will.
Something has to be done, and soon.
They will not be there long, the chaos in Thailand is beyond belief. the allied airforce roams at will.
Something has to be done, and soon.
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RE: The little ship that could.
John 3rd got me hooked on the "Destroyermen" series by Taylor Anderson. I have read the first three and need to get the next three. Reading your AAR reminds me of it. The story is about USS Walker, a old WW1 DD that goes through a "Storm" in early '42 and is sent to an alternative Earth time line. Lots of info about the workings of that old beat up DD that you would like. [:)]
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Hi NY59, tried to buy that today...............[:(] could only find audio version
Looked good too.
A single boiler
A single turbine
Feed water reserves that cannot be replenished.
Hirate stares through the inspection glass into the furnace..........the flama 'sparkles', spits, flares.
Water contamination, almost certainly..............but the barsted burns.
The bells ring. Slow ahead.
Not that there can be anything else answered this bloody trip.
But that does not matter. Hirate smiles. They all smile
They have done it.
Hiyo is going home.
Looked good too.
A single boiler
A single turbine
Feed water reserves that cannot be replenished.
Hirate stares through the inspection glass into the furnace..........the flama 'sparkles', spits, flares.
Water contamination, almost certainly..............but the barsted burns.
The bells ring. Slow ahead.
Not that there can be anything else answered this bloody trip.
But that does not matter. Hirate smiles. They all smile
They have done it.
Hiyo is going home.
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt