December 2, 1941 1300 Manila Time aboard Bluebird 6
"How much longer, Ted?
"Give me a minute ell tee" Ensign Ted Sullivan laconically replied as he buried his head into his maps. This was his ninth operational flight in "Fannie Mae", a new PBY Catalina belonging to Patrol Squadron 102 (VP-102). He had passed the navigator course at Pensacola in the bottom of his class, but with a big, slow patrol plane that was doing its best to avoid being seen, he had time to figure out where Fannie Mae and her crew were. It helped that they were flying the same patrol today as yesterday, out 500 miles to the southwest from Manila into the East China Sea.
"Well boss, I figure we have another forty five minutes on this heading and then we'll dogleg south for twenty minutes before returning home"
"Sounds good, as we've seen nothing besides junks and fishing sampans, I don't mind the flying as it beats writing evaluations and requisitions that won't be filled, but I don't know what the brass thinks we'll find out here"
The engines droned on as the observers scanned the sea for anything more interesting than local fishing boats plying their trade in a world still at relative peace. There was some excitement several months ago as a German raider had sunk a trio of British merchants before disappearing back into the vastness of the deep blue waters of the Pacific, but since then, there were no hostile acts.
"My ass and back is getting sore, Bob, you have the stick"
"Co-pilot has the aircraft"
Lt. (jg) Dan "Stretch" O'Neil got out of the slightly padded seat and stretched his 6 foot 5 inch frame as well as he could in the Consolidated's cabin. The Catalina was a large aircraft but not large enough for him to work out the kink in his back. He walked back to the rear of the cabin to talk to his gunner/observers and do a few push-ups to loosen up his tense back.
"LT, look at that" Airman 2nd Class Robert Anderson pointed out the observation window down at the airplane's 10 o'clock.
A submarine was on the surface, smoke blowing from its diesel engine as it moved along the surface at high speed. The wake was long and pronounced, visible for miles from the air.
"Send this back to base, we'll get closer and get a good visual identification, Ed, how much loiter time do we have before we're cutting it too close to get home?"
"Three hours if we're in a max loiter configuration boss"