zuluhour
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January 1942 on Oahu was quite different than the thin man in Gap kaki pants and white polo recalled. He double-checked himself. No logos. No tags. Nothing about his person to arouse undue suspicion. Zulu looked towards Diamond Head. The sight is not repeated anywhere on the planet. This is the lee side of the island. On a typical day it is possible to watch a single one foot wave roll from the Volcano to Pearl Harbor, unbroken, even, and blue and over four miles long. The walk to Pearl was crushed coral, sand and lava rock. It kept you company, as many seaman would come to find, as each step echoed back to your ears. A darting smile appeared on his lips as he mused on his last visit here; the hotels, restaurants and Waikiki in general was filled with Japanese. They really did invade and occupy Hawaii. The approach to the harbor was guarded now. The SPs were wary enough of the natives as they had only arrived since Christmas and characteristic facial recognition just was not in their portfolios. The obvious Anglo Saxon striding towards them caused no alarm. “Here to see Domino.” Zulu, realizing he was smoking a Winston light with a filter offered an SP a toke. “Try it, I hope you like it cause I think one day you will change to my brand.” Zulu offered. “No thanks Mac, looks like zoot suit smokes. What’s your business? “Tell the XO at CnC Pac. Domino” Zulu loves code names. After a brief delay in the guard shack, Zulu gets the nod and an escort. When Marshal had queried Zulu on his choice of code names he liked this one. Dominos, set them up knock them down. Innocuous. He could not reveal the true nature of the origin for the chosen password to allow access to the most senior of Allied commanders. Pizza. What every honest war gamer craves at two-thirty in the morning. “You were responsible?” Chester was awfully direct. “That’s true sir, indirectly of course.” Zulu is polite. “I understand on Christmas day there were half a dozen merchant captains ordered to dock, undock, and yet dock again?” “I also know this to be true sir.” Zulu is also respectful. “There were orders for soldiers and sailors to load, unload, and load some more?” Chester was not really checking the facts, but rather checking Zulu. “That was exactly the case, sir. As a matter of fact, nothing actually left Pearl for two more days. The Op points were just to many and I was not inclined to go by the book.” The manual Zulu mused. "How do you expain this?" Chester slides a clipboard accross the desk, Zulu reaches, with some apprehension as he is sure whats on it.
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