December 9, 1941 1330 Singapore Time South China Sea
Four Mustangs warily circled over the Allied fleet. The ships were moving southeast at 25 knots. The earlier flight of Buffaloes had shot down a Japanese float plane and a pair of twin engine bombers. The bombers had probably gotten off a reasonably effective contact report according to the radio operators who heard a twenty one second transmission that was interrupted by the string of bullets lacing across the fuselage of the lead bomber.
Still steaming smartly at 25 knots, the fleet reached Point Midas and turned to the south. As the column of capital ships steadied on the new heading, a hurried blinker message came from the cruiser Mauritius.
Inbound air contact northeast 45 miles.
This was the counter-attack that Admiral Phillips had been expecting. Another flight of Australian Mustangs were due to arrive on station in the next twenty minutes. If they could find some cloud cover, their fighter support would double, but the weather had been clearing up locally and the closest line of clouds was at least thirty minutes away at high speed.
Alarm gongs needless sounded throughout the fleet again as the crews had been at anti-aircraft stations since breakfast. A few men here and there were allowed to go to the head and bring out sandwiches but most guns were fully manned for the past six hours. Destroyers and cruisers formed a tight ring around Repulse and Prince of Wales. Every radar was being warmed up and activated and every anti-aircraft gun was manned before the fighters could get in among the bombers.
The four fighters were outmatched and outnumbered even as their heavy cannons could chew up a fast bomber. The four fighters soon became three as the concentrated defensive fire from forty medium bombers found the oil pump of the lead fighter. The remaining fighters scored five kills against the unescorted bombers and disrupted the formation as it descended to 8,000 feet. Once the fighters broke off from attacking the disturbed bomber formation, the heavy anti-aircraft guns of the fleet opened up. The Americans mostly had the very versatile 5”/38 dual purpose gun while the British had a symphony of guns, modern 5.25” guns on Prince of Wales, 4” guns on Repulse, Mauritius, Nigeria and Liverpool, and low angle 4.7 inch guns on the destroyers.
Deadly dandelion bursts through the loosely packed formation of Nell bombers and then the lighter pompom and 1.1 inch anti-aircraft guns started their crescendo. First one, and then a second bomber burst in flames, and the formation loosened again as most of the aircraft were at least buffeted by near misses and flying shrapnel scraping against the aircraft’s skins.
The thirty three surviving bombers opened their bay doors and steadied for the last minute of their bomb run. The target was Repulse. Every single gun of the fleet was firing at the bombers, and they achieved one last spectacular kill as a pom pom shell exploded in an open bomb bay.
Thirty two bombs were dropped. Some were buffeted by strong cross wings wide of their target, others had been dropped by the least accomplished bombardiers.
Twenty bombs fell in a tight pattern around Repulse. The old sprinter heeled hard to port and put on every drop of steam that her turbines could handle. She sliced through the water at thirty one knots, trying to emulate the maneuverability of a destroyer to dodge the avalanche of bombs falling.
45 long seconds passed between release and results.
The hard turn to port allowed Repulse to escape most of the danger zone. Twenty six bombs fell to the starboard side of the old battlecruiser. Three of those bombs landed in the water no more than forty meters from the ship, drenching the exposed anti-aircraft crews and causing some minor underwater damage. Three more bombs were near misses forward and to port. The remaining three bombs walked their way across the rear half of the battlecruiser. The first bomb exploded next to the rear 15 inch turret, jamming it in place, while the second bomb hit the hanger and was stopped by the armor deck. The Supermarine Walrus float plane was immediately engulfed in flames. The final bomb sliced through the port side bridge wing and exploded in the sea.
The Australian Mustangs made one more pass on the retreating bombers, killing two more cripples before they had to return to base.
Repulse was on fire, and damaged but not dangerously so. Within fifteen minutes of the attack, she had resumed formation and the fleet continued to run to the south at 24 knots as another flight of Mustangs resumed their protective vigil overhead.