Cap Mandrake -> Opana Point (1/7/2010 8:22:37 PM)
*****Opana Pt. Radar Station, Oahu, 07:04, Dec. 7, 1941******
Pvt. Lockard: Come on Elliot! Quit ****ing around. Turn that thing off. It's after 7. Let's get some damn food.
Pvt. Elliot: <hunched over the oscilliscope> No, wait, look at this.
Pvt. Lockard: <returns to oscilliscope> Holy Crap! That is the biggest return I have ever seen. Get over there and plot it. <the other man returns to his plotting station> RANGE 132 miles.....BEARING.....<turns a handle>.....THREE ONE ZERO.
Pvt. Elliot: Range 132, bearing 310, roger. I am calling it in. <hand cranks the administrative telephone> Information Center this is Opana, get me the Pursuit Officer.
Voice over phone: That's Lt. Tyler. He's in the crapper.
Pvt. Elliot: Well GET him!
Voice over phone: Oh, all right. hang on.
Pvt. Lockard: Range 130, bearing three one two!
Pvt. Elliot: Roger that, Range 130, bearing 312.
New voice over phone: <annoyed>This is Tyler, what do you want?
Pvt. Elliot: Lt., this is Elliot, sir at Opana. We have a large radar contact.
Lt. Tyler: What are you guys still operating for? Shut it down.
Pvt. Elliot: But sir, what about the contact?
Lt. Tyler: Are you idiots picking up the radio station antenna again?
Pvt. Elliot: No sir, wrong azimuth.
Lt. Tyler: Well, probably marsh gas or something.
Pvt. Elliot: The contact is 130 miles out over the Pacific, sir.
Lt. Tyler: Then perhaps the mail plane from Midway.
Pvt. Elliot: Too big, sir. Lockard says it is the biggest return he has ever seen.
Lt. Tyler: Hell, migratory birds then.
Pvt. Elliot: Sir, we are tracking the target at...<makes a quick calculation> 3 miles a minute sir.
Lt. Tyler: Alright damnit. It's probably the 17's coming in from the mainland.
Pvt. Elliot: Sir, it's the wrong heading for that. they are inbound from the NW, sir.
Lt. Tyler: Damnit, Elliot. Are you slow on the uptake?
Pvt. Elliot: Sir? The target is unidentified and head for Oahu, shouldn't we notify someone?
Lt. Tyler: Listen, you guys didn't see anything. You were supposed to turn off the damn set. It won't do any good to notify anyone. It's the House Rules, damnit! We can't change any air or naval orders on turn 1 at Pearl. This comes from the top.
Pvt. Elliot: The Colonel, you mean sir?
Lt. Tyler: Nope.
Pvt. Elliot: General Short?
Lt. Tyler: Nope.
Pvt. Elliot: You mean General Marsahall?!!!!?
Lt. Tyler: No, above him.
Pvt. Elliot: Holy crap, sir!
Lt. Tyler: Exactly, private! Holy Crap! Now turn off the damn set and get back to Shafter and have your God damned powdered eggs and keep your damn mouths shut. Is that clear?
Pvt. Elliot: Yes sir.
Lt. Tyler: Thank you...and Elliot?
Pvt. Elliot: Yes sir?
Lt. Tyler: If this comes to an inquiry, Elliot, we are sticking with the 17's theory, got it?