(Note: I need to reduce this post to an excerpt because one of the magazines I sent this to says they won't take stuff already available on the web. Sorry.)
December 7th, 1941
USS Enterprise (CV-6), 150 miles west of the Hawaiian Islands
SBD Dauntlesses shot down the olive drab-stained deck as the rising sun caressed the flight deck in its golden rays, each plane watched by eyes hidden beneath a craggy brow; Admiral Bill Halsey’s brow. The boss away up on the open flag bridge looking on with pride in his heart as each pilot from Scouting and Bombing Six throttled up, awaited their turn, then charged down the deck at the drop of a check-ered flag like birds freed from their cage.
All SBD’s save the one assigned to escort air group commander Howard Young on his direct flight into Pearl Harbor joined up on air group commander Halstead Hopping as they circled the task force, looking to Halsey from his perch below like a flock of blue steel geese with multicolored stars on their wings, almost lost in the cobalt blue sky save for their grey underbellies.
Launch complete, the covey then split up into groups of two, each headed for search sectors sketched out in pencil on their pilot’s plot boards.
The Japanese still had not yet declared war, which meant the Enterprise’s recent sortie to deliver a Marine fighter squadron to Wake Atoll had been a milk run, but even this close to home Halsey was not taking chances.


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