Operation Pacific Page #7

Detail to the conning tower for a look-see.

I better let everybody hear this.

One of our submarines contacted the

Imperial Japanese Fleet in Luzon Straits.

Enemy proceeding full speed

toward Leyte.

Execute Plan Royal.

All submarines form lifeguard line.

Stand by air sea rescue stations

to take aboard downed fliers.

Well done, Thunder!

I hope Pop heard that!

All leaks repaired, sir.

Battle damage under control.

Good.

Stand by rescue stations.

Hobo to Baker.

Baker to Hobo, go ahead.

One down,

northeast of San Bernardino Island.

Northeast of San Bernardino Island?

It gets a little shallow in there.

There's the fly-fly boy!

Navigator reports bottom at 15 fathoms.

All ahead two-thirds.

Mr. Caldwell.

We'll take you in as close as we can,

then you'll have to go and get him.

Aye, aye, sir.

-Keep those fathometer readings coming.

-One more fathom, sir.

The bottom's coming up fast.

I hope it's nice clean sand.

Nine fathoms.

Engineer officer, sir.

I'm gonna ease her in from here and

put her nose on the reef.

Put her down forward.

All stop.

Mr. Caldwell, shove off.

Navigator reports single plane contact.

Bearing 1 20. Range 29,000.

Man the deck guns!

Take over, Larry.

Take it easy, I've got him, Mr. Caldwell.

Junior!

Chief!

Get back aboard, Mr. Caldwell!

That is an order!

All back full!

Come on.

-Junior, the Chief!

-They're not coming.

Put me down!

I said put me down!

You were out cold.

Well, I'm not any more. Just cold.

Yes, sir.

-Mr. Caldwell?

-Yes sir?

-Thank you.

-Yes, sir.

Junior's personal effects.

He was a good man.

Make sure it says so on the patrol report.

Aye, aye, sir.

Look at this! A Confederate flag.

Don't forget to mention Alabama.

His great-grandpappy was

aboard the Merrimac.

You got me in a straight-jacket?

By the time we get back,

you'll be as good as new.

PBM alongside.

Stand by to transfer wounded.

How're you doing?

I want to tell you.

I appreciate what you did for me.

I know you went

out of your way to get me.

We picked up seven flyers.

You just happen to be one of them.

I am sorry for the way I put

it to you about Pop.

I might have felt the same way...

if it'd been my brother.

All my life, I've been trying to top you.

You said that before.

I thought I'd done it.

And then with a whole Pacific Ocean

in front of me...

I had to pick the one spot to crash

where you could be a hero again.

Why did you and I have to be

in the same Navy?

So I could send you back

to Pearl in a PBM, I guess. All right.

Just a minute.

-What's that for?

-Nothing.

I couldn't help it about the chief.

I'm remembering how he took care of you.

Before you, he took care of Larry.

Before Larry, he took care of me.

Before me, it was Pop.

Before Pop...

Chiefs have taken care of our Navy

for a long time, Mr. Caldwell.

Don't worry about him.

He has got a lot of good sailors

to take care of back there.

In tonnage this patrol is close to a record.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

-It's still there, huh?

-What?

-The old zing!

-Of course it is.

What could happen to it?

-I got your message.

-What message?

Let's go get Butch!

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