Battleground (The Corps #4)
W. E. B. Griffin
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W.E.B. Griffin is a bestselling phenomenom, an American master of authentic military action and drama. Now, in this electrifying new novel, he reveals the story of one of the bloodiest conflicts of the Pacific, the epic struggle for Guadalcanal...Daredevil pilot Charles Galloway learns the hard way how to command a fighter squadron. Lt. Joe Howard teams up with the Coastwatchers. Jack "No Middle Initial" Stecker leads his infantry battalion into the thickest of fighting, at a terrible price. And Navy Captain Pickering grabs a helmet and rifle to join the ranks at Guadalcanal...
that he had the duty and could not make it over to Pearl. She was dumb, but she was capable of understanding that. He was convinced that if he did this five nights in a row, say, no matter how determined she was not “to cheat” on him, she would have a snifter or two of Hennessey VSOP, her blood would start to boil, and some other soul would find himself sneaking up the back stairs to Room Eleven, Female Officer’s Quarters Fourteen. But in his own eyes he had no character. Or phrased less
and then shrugged and sat down. “Before we begin, Lieutenant Dunn,” the debriefing officer said, “I’d like to say this: If there ever were any questions raised at Midway about your personal behavior, your courage, to put a point on it, your behavior today has put them to rest for all time.” “Jesus!” Dawkins snorted. “My report will indicate,” the debriefing officer plunged ahead, a little confused by Dawkins’s snort, “that you shot down four aircraft today, two Zeroes, and one each Betty and
destroyed in a twenty-four hour period by any squadron—Marine, Navy, or Air Corps.” “We get a gold star to take home to Mommy?” Dawkins ignored him. “We lost five. Captain Galloway, of course.” “Of course.” “Close your mouth, Dunn,” Dawkins snapped, and then went on. “Galloway, missing and presumed dead. Jiggs. We know he’s dead. Hawthorne, ditto. Ward, pretty well banged up on landing. And Schneider, wounds of the legs and a broken ankle. Six aircraft lost or seriously damaged. That’s not a
fuselage or wings. From the windscreen forward, the Kates were painted black. And so was the bomb hanging under the fuselage. Jesus Christ, there’s a lot of them! I’ll be goddamned, the Zeroes are below them! What the hell is that all about? Didn’t they think we’d try to intercept? Following Parks’s lead, he put the Wildcat into a dive, correcting without thinking about it for the Wildcat’s tendency to drop the right wing and turn the nose to the right. As he approached his first target, Bill
the Army Signal Corps and is a cryptographic-classified documents officer at Supreme Headquarters, South West Pacific. He also has other duties he performs for Captain Pickering. You spoke with him on the telephone last night.” “He speaks perfect Japanese,” Moore thought aloud. Banning chuckled again. “He said the same thing about you, which is why you’re not on your way to the First Marine Division.” Banning turned the ignition key and started the engine, and then turned and looked at Moore.