10 of his fighters already dispatched towards waingapoe, 3 more warmiing up, the first replacements needed to maintain a constant CAP
Leaving just five for Combat patrol over themselves.
And now this............."from #$#@ takao ..........Bettie bomber search, obviously.......one aircraft carrier sighted, 40 miles due West Koepang, speed 15 knots, course, due West.
Fog of war. A mis identification?. Or an essex carrier coming to wipe his arse....
Again, he looks down upon his flight deck.
19 Judys, behind them, a dozen Jills.
There has been a monumental cock up......The Jills are armed for ASW action, not with fish.
Bloody bombs. Dumb bloody bombs
In times of stress, in time of trouble, turn to what, who you know.
"Your opinion Ogowa?"
The flight commander is not on the bridge, takeji has already dealt with him.
There will be a new one tomorrow
"Go with the bombers, get the decks cleared, get the Jills below, change them then. "
But fighters?, how many do we send?
Ogowa gestures, a gesture of helplessness.....".in matters like this, whats more important, our preservation?, the battlewagons?, waingapoe, or the chance of killing an essex?"
takeji strides to the oother bridge wing. Out on the bow, on the stern, Nagato, Mutsu, 3000 yards away. On the horizon, the smudge of Waingapoe.
And beyond it.............
Ogowa stiffens. Frienship flows, unsen in the air. But duty, and Bushido flows stronger
I send you to your death, I think, my friend........"You are promoted flight Commander. Full strike, Dive bombers, every fighter we have. Order torpedo change out to the Jills for follow on strike!"
The Salute is held.
takeji strides to the binnacle
Ok, old girl, let us see you at your work. "Full ahead all, battle speed one!, into the wind.........launch strike when ready!"