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  • November 25, 1941 0400 West of Bin Jawad Libya

    A dozen machine guns were being placed along the crest of the small coastal rise. One hundred yards behind the machine gunners were mortar teams tamping down the earth and arraying their shells. Thirteen hundred camel mounted men checked their rifles and submachine guns one last time.

    A whistle blew and the camels began to cross over the hill and begin a steady gait towards the road. A platoon ran over a single observation post after a few rifle shots cracked. A camel moaned as a bullet wrecked its front shoulder. The great beast went down, throwing her rider and breaking his spine in two locations. Three Italian soldiers were crushed underneath the feet of the desert pack animals and two were were bayonetted as the riders improvised sabres.

    Within minutes, the leading elements of the charge had dismounted and hand to hand fighting in the Italian barracks had started. Before dawn broke, the road was in the hands of the Somaliland Camel Corps. A fuel convoy was captured just after dawn. Radio messages were sent and the 3rd Indian Motor Infantry Brigade was sent to reinforce this success.

    By noon time, the inconclusive battle near Marsa Al Brega was transitioning from a grapple to an attempt by the Germans and Italians to break contact. They had perhaps two days worth of fuel left and their supply line to Tripoli had been cut again. Italian infantry divisions were told to hold the line against the two British corps that were pressing them. Even as the infantry held in pace, Italian and German motorized units began to break contact. The XIII Corps did not press hard in pursuit. Their two armoured divisions had been worn down by four days of contact.

    By nightfall, the sounds of battle had slowed for the first time since the German spoiling attack had been launched. By midnight, one hundred and eighty German and Italian tanks had started to fall back. They would join the broken force at Ras Lanuf to bull through the British blocking force between them and Sirte. The Italian motorized division would lead the retreat and the 21st Panzer would be the rear guard despite being only a third of its authorized strength.

    Italian infantry divisions were ordered to march to Marsa Al Brega. A few battalions and regiments would make it to the city before dawn. Others never received the order and held firm as another British attack came forward after breakfast the next day. By lunchtime, 35,000 Italian soldiers were in the city with enough food, ammunition and water to hold for a week without resupply. Another 25,000 soldiers were holding a thin line south and east of the city.

    That thin line could not hold for long, and it did not. Three fresh divisions were fed into the battle. The combined arms 3rd Division created the first break through and they began to follow the retreating mobile column. The reconnaissance troops kept the German rear guard in sight but did not press the point too hard. Instead they directed RAF Hurribomber flights in and watched the Navy shell the coastal road once again.
     
    Story 0829 Pensacola Convoy

  • November 25, 1941 Pearl Harbor 0800


    The convoy passed Diamond Head in a stately order. USS Pensacola had the lead. Four destroyers were with the convoy for the next three days. They would drill their anti-submarine tactics and then return to port. A pair of gunboats took up the rear. In between two US Navy transports, an Army transport, four American flagged merchant ships, a Panamanian tramp steamer and a Dutch merchant ship.


    This convoy was taking the southern route to the Philippines, with stops at Samoa, Surabaya and then finally Manila. It was due to arrive in Manila by the New Year. Aboard was a field artillery brigade, an anti-aircraft battalion, a regiment of infantry, a light tank company, two squadrons of P-40s, a dive bomber group and sufficient supplies to keep a division in the field for three months. Assorted detachments and attachments were onboard. The transports held slightly over 10,500 men to reinforce the Army on Luzon.
     
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  • November 26, 1941 Kuriles Islands


    Six aircraft carriers, two battlecruisers and a coterie of lighter ships left the anchorage and headed to the desolate wastes of the North Pacific.
     
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  • November 26, 1941 0300 West of Bin Jawad Libya


    The Somaliland Camel Corps had already retreated back into the desert. Cratering charges wrecked the road. Every captured Italian truck was burning. They had defeated a probe from Ras Lanuf. Three Panzer III and 300 infantrymen had attempted to bull rush the position. Two of the tanks were still cooking off. Scouts had reported that most of the Axis armor was fast approaching from the east. The light brigade could not hold them. Instead, they would give them back the road and retreat thirty miles into the desert where they should be able to meet up with the Indian infantry brigade. From there, they could either observe or harass.
     
    Story 0832 -- Force Z Arriving
  • November 27, 1941 Singapore

    Eight modern warships were led down the deep channel of Johor Strait. Force Z had come halfway around the world to reinforce the bastion of British power in the Far East. Prince of Wales was whole again. Her damage after the engagement with Bismarck had been made good. Her crew had used the long voyage as an excellent opportunity to shake-down and come back to full efficiency, an efficiency that they demonstrated in the Denmark Straits in May. Repulse was the least valuable battlecruiser available. She was fast, but underprotected compared to her fully modernized sister, Renown. Two modern light cruisers had come through Suez with Force Z. Four Home Fleet destroyers had shepherded these powerful ships from Scapa Flow to Singapore.

    They were supposed to have been accompanied by Ark Royal but she had been held in Alexandria for three weeks after Indomitable had run aground near Jamaica during her shakedown cruise. Indomitable was being repaired at Norfolk. Ark Royal and her group were penciled to join Forze Z by the end of December. Hermes had been booted about to give the force fighter and anti-submarine cover but she was too slow for the fast stepping battleships.

    Singapore was becoming a major concentration of Western ships. Three old British light cruisers, a modern Crown Colony class cruiser, a Dutch light cruiser, and a pair of Australian light cruisers had spent time in the port during the past two weeks. Another heavy cruiser and a steady stream of destroyers were due in and out of the port. The one class of ship that was sorely and notably lacking was submarines. There were no Royal Navy submarines yet, and only a pair of Dutch boats at the naval base. The Americans had sent a merchant ship with some spare parts and torpedoes from their base at Cavite to Singapore, but they were keeping their boats further north near their colony.

    Admiral Phillips had enough time to report to Admiral Palliser and have a brief meeting over a good lunch before he climbed aboard a Catalina flying boat to confer with his American counterpart, Admiral Hart in Manila.
     
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  • November 28, 1941 USS Enterprise mid-Pacific



    U.S.S. ENTERPRISE

    At Sea

    November 28, 1941

    BATTLE ORDER NUMBER ONE

    1. The ENTERPRISE is now operating under war conditions.

    2. At any time, day or night, we must be ready for instant

    action.

    3. Hostile submarines may be encountered.

    4. The importance of every officer and man being specially

    alert and vigilant while on watch at his battle station

    must be fully realized by all hands.

    5. The failure of one man to carry out his assigned task

    promptly, particularly the lookouts, those manning the

    batteries, and all those on watch on the deck, might

    result in great loss of life and even loss of the ship.

    6. The Captain is confident all hands will prove equal to

    any emergency that may develop.

    7. It is part of the tradition of our Navy that, when put

    to the test, all hands keep cool, keep their heads, and

    FIGHT.

    8. Steady nerves and stout hearts are needed now.

    G. D. MURRAY,

    Captain, U.S. Navy

    Commanding

    Approved: November 28, 1941.

    W. F. HALSEY,

    Vice Admiral, U.S. Navy,

    Commander Aircraft, Battle Force



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  • November 29, 1941 Hickam Field 0800


    Twenty four P-40s landed. They had launched just before dawn and orbited the harbor for the past two hours. A squadron of P-36 Hawks had taken off a few minutes before the patrol came down to the landing pattern. A war warning had gone out to all Pacific commands and the brass wanted constant fighter patrols. The captains and majors who actually ran the squadrons did not mind the extra flying time but they could not keep this up for long. The mechanics would be exhausted and the aircraft dilapidated within a month of 100% readiness.

    A few miles west, the Marines at Ewa were working over their Wildcats and Dauntlesses. They had no responsibility for fleet air defense so they had the time to prepare for their training exercises next week. As the Marines worked underneath the camouflage netting that stretched over the dirt revetments, one of their section leaders read a letter from home. His daughter was almost crawling and his wife was worried for him. She had placed their child into the care of a nanny and went back to work at the flight training school as she had no idea what else to do with her time. He had little to say besides smile as the second sheet of paper in the envelope of the was for his eyes only. Here, his wife indulged in her creativity as she told him what to expect the next time she saw him.
     
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  • November 30, 1941 13 miles from Moscow


    He shook his head. He curled his toes. He flexed his thighs. He shrugged his shoulders. Warmth was returning to his body after four hours of fitful sleep in the cold night air. The Germans were still coming. His division had been forced back a mile or two at a time. They had been rebuilt and reinforced after the initial German push towards Vyazma and had been held in echelon as the reserve for the army covering Moscow’s northern flank.

    Now his division was slightly more than a reinforced regiment. His men had fought, they had died and they took Germans with them. But the Germans were still coming. The advance was slowing as the mercury seldom rose above frigid but it was still coming.

    As an aide handed him a cup of luke-warm tea, he looked at the map. His division had fell back to the suburbs and now they were digging in again amidst the houses and a small industrial bakery. One of his youngest officers had shown brilliance in “finding” supplies. That young man was able to find five crates of anti-tank shells from somewhere in the rear without the NKVD asking too many questions as to why he was not at the front. Those shells would be sent to the few working anti-tank guns shortly.

    As the general worked his way around headquarters, he could feel in his bones that the battle would be won or lost in the next few days. And as long as the fascists were not pressing on his front at that moment, he would take the time to think and then to ask that all of the infantrymen had been fed some hot food as they needed the warmth to survive much less fight in this cold snap.
     
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  • November 30,1941 Manila

    “We are too weak to defeat a determined invasion at the beaches. The reserve infantry divisions that are tasked to beach defenses will do so determinedly. They are under-equipped and outnumbered at any point the enemy chooses to land. A Filipino division has slightly more firepower than a Philippine Scout infantry regiment and far less mobility. The best the Northern Luzon force can do on the beach is to die after they have called in a contact report. Japanese attacks will have the advantage of choosing the location of the landing and overwhelming naval superiority and gun fire support. Our greatest concentration of artillery is a battery of 75s and a section of 155s guns every six miles on the eastern shore of Lingayen Gulf. A single light cruiser can over match any of our defensive sectors. And we know from reconnaissance flights over Formosa that the Japs have more than a single light cruiser.

    If the threat was not immediate and we had another six months to prepare, a forward defense could have been plausible. But we do not have that time. I believe that we will be at war within a fortnight. Therefore a modified War Plan Orange 3 is our plan. The Northern Luzon force will maintain observation posts along the coast line, and they will engage the enemy when there are favorable circumstances to delay and attrite. The primary objective of Northern Luzon Force is to allow for the continued transfer of material from Manila to the defensive positions on Bataan. Delaying, not defeating the enemy is the goal. The Southern Luzon force will transfer two infantry regiments to Bataan in the next week. These units will activate the primary defensive lines while quartermasters prepare for siege.

    A general officer will be at headquarters at all time and they are authorized to use deadly force to respond to any threats to our command and the territorial integrity of the Philippines. We will not strike first, but we will strike hard and fast against Formosa and any other direct threats to our command responsibility”

    Major General Jonathan Wainwright paused for a moment. He knew that he had the attention of the seventy men in the room who represented all of his senior commanders and the political leadership of the Republic of the Philippines. The announcement that War Plan Orange was in effect instead of a forward defense was a shock to their system. The face of President Quezon went long for a second as their eyes locked.

    “General, if I understand you correctly, War Plan Orange means you can not defend my, our, country. Instead, our forces will be used as a shield for your forces, our lives and our country will bleed until the United States Pacific Fleet can arrive. How do we protect our cities? How do we protect our people?”

    “Yes, Mr. President, the forces on Luzon and nearby waters are insufficient to immediately defeat a Japanese invasion. And to forestall your next question, even if every American soldier, sailor, Marine with all equipment and every aircraft left the Islands tomorrow morning, Japan would still invade. The Japanese need oil. The closest oil is in the Dutch East Indies. Any tanker from the East Indies will sail within range of air, surface and submarine attacks based on these Islands. If the Japanese go to war for oil, they must protect their supply line, They must seize the Philippines.

    Manila and any other major city near combat units would be declared open cities once all military related supplies and manpower are evacuated or destroyed. We will not bomb Japanese civilian centers or areas near civilian areas in the hope that Japan does not instigate reprisal attacks. We will fight fiercely but with honor, and we can only hope that Japan will do the same.”

    “I see General, I will concur with your plans, but I will need time to address my government for this change in plans. We had always accepted the late Field Marshall’s plans to fight and defeat an invasion attempt. “

    The meeting went on for the next five hours. At the end, the quartermasters of each division and corps and Army began to engage in a mad rush to move supplies for a siege to Bataan.
     
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  • November 30, 1941 Malta

    Nine Wellington bombers landed. They had a relatively simple mission that morning, mining sea lanes outside of land based observation. They flew low and slow over the sea while a roving squadron of Hurricanes gave them distant cover against any interception. This was a milk run as the minefields were thickened to compensate for the success Italian minesweeping efforts.
     
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  • November 30, 1941 Hong Kong


    Two old Royal Navy destroyers fired a salute to the redoubt atop Devil’s Peak. Thanet and Scout had embarked several hundred European civilians and technicians the night before they departed for Singapore. Dockyard crews were frantically working to repair HMS Thracian to a level where she could safely flee to sea. They were not optimistic. She would not be seaworthy in the next two weeks.

    Hong Kong's defenses could slow down a determined attack but without a fleet to support a corps of well supplied infantry, the colony was indefensible. There had been plans to reinforce the garrison with a Canadian brigade. Insufficient reinforcements were worse than no reinforcements as it would only increase the prisoner haul instead of increasing the chances of defeating the enemy. That brigade instead was on its way to Singapore. Over the next several days any ship that could put to sea left as engineers scurried around the docks and repair yards identifying the best ways to deny the facilities to the Japanese.
     
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  • December 1, 1941 0500 North of Moscow

    The front had not moved in two days. Exhaustion had set in. The Panzer divisions were now Panzer companies. The infantry divisions were frozen in place. Trucks were pulling broken down tanks and frost bitten bodies back where they could be repaired or warmed under cover.

    The offensive was failing. And despite that failure, a battery of new 170 millimeter guns was setting up behind an infantry regiment screening it. By sunrise, the battery had started to shell the rail yards in Moscow just south of the Hippodrome. Some of the shells landed short and wrecked an infantry battalion that had bivouacked on the interior concourse of the raceway, but most shells landed where they were needed.
     
    Story 0840 Mustangs in Great Britain

  • December 1, 1941 RAF Ringway


    613 Squadron was operational once again. Twenty two North American Mustang Mark IA with Merlin engines were on the books. The squadron's’ pilots, a mix of attack pilots who had fought at Dunkirk and defeated the thought of an invasion attempt and a potpourri of young boys who thought they were men from every corner of the Empire had spent months training on their hot new mounts. They had been told that they would be flying Curtis Tomahawks as a tactical recon fighter but the performance of the new Mustangs were something else. They could hit 400 miles an hour at 25,000 feet, outrunning any German fighter and passing through flak traps before the shells were ready to be fired. They had been stood down and then stood back up as the Curtis fighters had been shipped to the Far East months ago for a Burma based squadron to use.

    Their first mission was on tap. Four planes were needed to fly over the Norwegian oil refinery near Tonsberg. These would be the first combat missions for the squadron so the squadron leader and the three best scoring rookies were on tap.

    They returned five hours later with decent pictures that Bomber Command could use for their planning.
     
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  • December 1, 1941 USS Arizona 50 Miles south of Pearl Harbor


    Three mighty battleships steamed slowly through the calm tropical seas. Battleship Division 1 with Arizona, Nevada and Oklahoma were surrounded by escorts. Three modern light cruisers and four new to the fleet destroyers were also on the training range.

    Chief Swanson put his hand on his forehead and shielded his eyes from the eastern sun. The Grumman Duck was making its first slow pass with the target rolled out several hundred feet behind and below her. His anti-aircraft guns, new quad 1.1s, tracked their target. As the amphibian came within 3,000 yards of his ship, his gun mounts skewed and tracked the target. As the amphibian came within 2,500 yards, the first mount fired. And then the other three mounts opened up as the target came within their firing arcs.

    The crews were getting good at listening to directions and learning. The 1.1 was far less temperamental today than it was three years ago on the Sommers but it was still finicky. The gun crews would only allow each barrel to fire four rounds before they ceased fire for “One Mississippi” and then the rest of the clip would be fired. It slowed their maximum rate of fire, but the pauses did wonders for reliability.

    One minute later, the Grumman had passed out of the safe firing range. It would circle around as Chief Swanson’s boys cleaned their brass and checked their guns. The next firing pass would be for the light machine guns that were mounted like floozies, happy to be screwed onto any flat surface. Nevada had six new 20 millimeter machine guns, but the other battleships were still relying on Browning .50 caliber machine guns for their last ditch air defenses.

    As the afternoon went on, the starboard aft mount went down after firing 500 rounds. It was fixed after the dual purpose secondary guns were able to fire their fifteen rounds apiece for anti-aircraft drills.

    By nightfall, Battleship Division 1 had left the firing ranges and headed southeast to cruise around Maui.
     
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  • December 2, 1941 1500 Local time, Wake Island



    Commander Cunningham looked at the heavy sun with relief as the last Wildcat of VMF-211 taxied to the primary dispersal area near the eastern end of the airfield. Soon, the forward echelon of the squadron would be scrambling over the stubby fighters, fixing minor problems, loading ammunition, and filling the fuel tanks. These twelve planes were a thin shield against the might of the Japanese 4th Fleet to the south. The single squadron of Marine Dauntlesses were full of bastards but they could only strike as dirks. Wake was a forward redoubt and listening post, not a fortification that must be held at all cost.

    These fighters were the last part of the planned reinforcements. Enterprise and Saratoga would loiter for another day to conduct an early morning mock air raid. He had wired directly to Admiral Halsey for that training drill as he believed an early morning raid would see his command at its most vulnerable. Penguin barely made it to the island last night to drop off two more platoons from Guam. The destroyer transports Colhoun and Gregory were in the lagoon unloading the men and supplies for F Company 2/4 Marines as well as numerous critical small parts. A pair of fast minelayers were offshore after a party of Marine gunners were ferried aboard. They were determining where the best spot for a pair of minefields would be. The anti-aircraft batteries were receiving two new director sets, four tube package were assigned to the air search radar, and several crates of medical supplies along with a barrel of medicinal whiskey were already bouncing along the perimeter road to the island hospital.

    Colhoun and Gregory would finish unloading by sundown. However their crews would have no rest as they were to evacuate the last of the civilian construction workers who had labored so hard to turn Wake Island from an uninhabited wasteland that would kill an un-supplied man in a month in 1939 when the work first began, to a heavily fortified outpost with five coastal defense batteries in steel reinforced concrete positions, half a dozen medium and light anti-aircraft batteries, a fully functional seaplane base with half a dozen PBY’s monitoring the sea between Wake and Guam, and an airfield with ready fighter and dive bomber squadrons. The work on the submarine base had been halted over the summer when war went from a possibility to a probability as their efforts were needed to strengthen the defensive ability of Wake to take and parry a blow instead of supporting the landing of blows. If peace held for several more months, a submarine division and a tender would move to the lagoon, but Commander Cunningham did not think peace would last much longer than his cigarette supply.
     
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  • 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"
     
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  • December 2, 1941 1500 Hong Kong

    Seventeen merchant ships, including three Soviet vessels had steamed past the 9.2 inch gun position by mid-afternoon. Most of the ships were riding high, and a few still had dock workers aboard completing last minute repairs.

    The Soviet vessels were heading to Vladivostok while European flagged vessels and the Americans were heading to a variety of ports in the East Indies and Malaya. The masters of the ships had seen the British evacuate as much military capability as possible plus they could smell war in the air. Slow merchant ships could not hold up against field artillery fire, distance would be their best protection, distance from combat, distance from searchers, distance from the thunder rumbling pat the horizon as the gust front of violence had started to blow through the East China Sea’s littorals.
     
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  • December 2, 1941 1510 Manilla Time aboard Bluebird 6


    "I think we know what the brass thought we would see, boss"

    "Yep, 9 Jap submarines heading southwest as fast as they can... this has to be a big deal"

    "When will Bluebird 9 and Raven 11 get here, Stretch??"

    "Bluebird 9 is 10 minutes out, Raven 11 is another hour or so"

    "Okay, we'll circle for another 15 minutes and hand this trail to Bunny and his crew before we head home... good job, the first beer will be on me after we get Fannie ready for tomorrow as I have a feeling we'll be doing a lot more flying in the next week"
     
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  • December 3, 1941 0000 EST


    The United States declared that the US Navy as well as Filipino units operating in conjunction with the US Navy would begin to mine US and Philippine territorial waters effective immediately.
     
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  • December 3, 1941 1100 Wake Island



    USS Gamble and Tracy were bobbing along off the southwestern shore of Wake Island several hundred yards outside of the reef. The pair of old destroyers were laying several minefields under the watchful eyes of the Marines manning the coast defense batteries.

    These mines would not stop a determined invasion. Instead Major Devereux wanted these mines to either delay an assault as minesweepers would need to slowly clear a safe pathway or force an assault into a pair of known and well covered channels. 120 mines were insufficient to close off all invasion routes but the southern shore was now bottled up. Any landing force would have to bull past both 8 inch gun batteries and the Peacock point 5”/51 battery plus the six anti-boat positions covering the best landing beach on the atoll. Once ashore, the landing force would have to cross a beach liberally sown with landmines that had been slowly accumulated on the island as B-17s dropped off a crate or three each time one landed to refuel on their journey to the Philippines.

    Major Devereux thought the next best landing position would be on Peale Island but again, that beach was littered with landmines and dug in machine gun nests.
     
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