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Story 1179 March 4 1942 Deployment of P-38s
  • March 4, 1942 Hilo, Hawaii

    Three dozen fork tailed fighters lined up. Ferry tanks were full and the pilots in their cockpits checked their routing and engine mixture instructions one last time. The first stop was an 1,100 mile hop to the Line Islands. Then they would have a six hour flight to Baker Island led by a Navy Privateer patrol bomber. Afterwards, a far shorter flight to Samoa would be made where the aircraft would have mechanics swarm over them. Finally, they would start heading west. The final destination for the group was Brisbane for final pre-combat training. The merchant ships carrying spare parts and ground crews had left San Diego two weeks ago and the ground echelon would be established when the first fighter arrived at the Australian city.


    Three days behind this ferry wave, the rest of the fighter group would replicate their success if the weather held. By the first week of April, every aircraft would be ready to fly from foreign soil.
     
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  • March 4, 1942 Portland, Maine

    Twelve twin engine fighters and six twin engine bombers crossed the Atlantic coast. Beneath them, the Todd-Bath Yards were full of new construction. The last of the Ocean class ships had been delivered to the British purchasing commission at the start of the year. Since then, Liberty ships were being laid down in the same spots where the Ocean class ships had been built. More workers were coming in from the country side, women were actually on the lines learning to weld and a few Southerners had started to head north.

    The eighteen aircraft were due to land at Argentia. They were supposed to have landed there yesterday, but the weather had shut down the airfield. From Argentia, they would go to Labrador and then do a double hop to Greenland. All of these stages were unarmed. After landing in Iceland, the fighters were destined to stay for base defense while the Mitchells would load ammunition for their defensive machine guns and fly to Scotland to join the first bomb units that could take the war to Germany.

    Within minutes, Portland faded away and the memories of good lobster and biting cold winds faded too.
     
    Story 1181 Battle of Timor Sea March 4 1942

  • March 4, 1942 2154 north coast of Timor


    The smoking lamp had been out for hours. Every gun was manned, every director ready, every radar pinging the horizon and every eye open and alert. Ten cruisers were advancing forward. Java had been severely damaged by a torpedo bomber attack launched from Shoho and Ryujo. She was limping to Kupang where she would eventually be declared a total constructive loss, although her guns would be part of the harbor’s defenses. The four P-40s covering the striking force managed a pair of kills before getting swarmed by the six Zeros that escorted the strike.

    B-17s from Java managed to launch a single accurate attack against the Japanese carrier group. The carriers were even aware that they were under attack. The closest bomb missed by several hundred yards. Attacks from 20,000 feet were safely ineffective.

    Australian Hudsons and American A-24 dive bombers each made a single run against the invasion force. A light cruiser was down by the bow and a trio of transports were wrecked. The Japanese division ashore had most of their artillery and the were able to unload a reinforced tank company before the rest of the tank battalion went under the waves.

    After the Japanese air attack on the cruisers, the ships shifted formation. The two remaining Dutch cruisers moved forward to support the destroyer screen while the eight remaining cruisers, two American and six Royal Navy, formed a single column. The Americans led, their numerous six inch guns and radar fire control would be useful in brushing aside Japanese torpedo attacks. The four eight inch gun cruisers held the middle of the line while the two light cruisers took up the rear. The main cruiser line was commanded by Admiral Crace aboard Australia. Once the formation had been reset, crews were released from their guns in shifts for a meal and a rest. As night fell, every man had eaten and most had been able to sleep for an hour.


    As night fell, USS Boise, USS Norfolk, HMS Cornwall and HMS Exeter each launched a single seaplane. The American planes searched north of the established beach head while the British scouted the anchorage. A Japanese cruiser force was sighted thirty miles to the west of the Dili, at least half a dozen ships including destroyers were patrolling the narrow passage between Timor and Pulau Alor. The Seagulls circled the Japanese cruiser force and observed.

    Over the anchorage, the anti-aircraft gunners were active and inaccurate. The transports were only lightly covered by second rate escors and auxiliaries, the real warships were nowhere to be seen. The Walruses turned back to the cruiser force the Americans spotted and the four aircraft began to drop infrequent flares to mark the position.

    A sharp eyed look-out aboard HMLNS Kortenear spotted a fuzzy outline of an enemy dimly illuminated by a falling parachute flare. The range was still too far for a gun battle but the Dutch destroyers started to shift their positions as orders began to fly about. Admiral Doorman had a problem. The Japanese covering force was patrolling a twenty mile wide passage that was the most direct route to the beach head. A ship in the middle of the narrow strait could shoot shore to shore. The Japanese cruisers were steaming in a race track pattern with their broadsides to the direction of the Combined Striking Fleet’s line of advance. If he did nothing, the Japanese would cross his T without any strenuous effort. The American "light" cruisers and HMS Liverpool might be able to take a beating, but his ships could not.

    As he was deciding to engage in a caracole, a Japanese float plane flew overhead. It did not drop flares, but the radio interception team aboard De Ruyter heard a transmission. Surprise was not going to be achieved, despite that being the slimmest of hope. Radio operators soon started to hammer out messages to the rest of the fleet and battle flags were rung up on the yards.

    Ten Japanese destroyers departed from the safety of their tight escort position to the six heavy cruisers and two light cruisers of the near covering force. They began to close the distance between the two forces. Eleven Allied destroyers headed out to meet them even as every cruiser’s guns shifted towards targets. The ships with good radars were waiting for targets to come within range; USS Norfolk wanted to fire at no more than 18,000 yards while HMS Liverpool and HMS Mauritius had captains wishing to fire at 20,000 yards. The order to commence firing had not yet been given even as De Ruyter began a port side turn that would bring her 135 degrees around.

    HMS Electra started the battle as her guns were tracking a large Japanese destroyer 13,000 yards away. The first salvo was only star shells that lit up the night in an eerie glow while the rest of her compatriots chose a target. The Japanese destroyers held their fire for a minute as the destroyers raced towards each other at a combined closing speed of almost 2,000 yards a minute. As the ranged closed, the leading Japanese destroyer fired a green flare and the ships began to launch their heavy torpedoes. Roughly half the 82 torpedoes were aimed at the Allied destroyers, the rest were reaching for the cruiser line that was beginning to present their broadside to the swirling melee developing between the scouts and skirmishers.

    USS Grau and USS Watkins had the heaviest guns amongst the Allied destroyers. The heavy five inch shells broke through the splinter armor aboard a Japanese destroyer that protected the torpedo crews and ripped open the oxygen bottles aboard the torpedoes that the crew was frantically reloading. That ship broke in half even as the Japanese destroyer line began to fight back. The Allied destroyers pressed in, trying to close the range so that their torpedoes could be effectively used against the Japanese cruisers.

    Liverpool began the second phase of the battle just as a torpedo blew out the keel of Kortenear. Shells arced overhead of the destroyer scrum and reached for the Japanese cruiser Haguro. The first salvo was a clean miss while the second, third and fourth salvos were fired in a ladder ranging pattern. By the time that the fifth salvo was fired, a general cruiser action was starting as every ship in range began to fire at gun flashes or silhouettes or radar images. Liverpool scored the first hit, a pair of shells tore open the C turret aboard Haguro. And then two more torpedoes broke the back of Gerard Callenbach. Gunfire was starting to light destroyers on both sides afire and slow them down even as the Allied cruiser line presented their full broadsides to the Japanese cruisers 15,000 yards away.

    Shells from both fleets landed solid hits, some defeated by armor, some punching through and wrecking compartments and bodies. Chokai was on fire near her aft magazine while Exeter could only use two turrets. The Japanese light cruisers were moving forward to first support their own destroyers and then to launch another wave of torpedoes. By now, the first wave of Japanese torpedoes had gone through the Allied destroyer line which was now just launching their torpedoes at long range. A second wave was being launched, much smaller as two destroyers were already catastrophic losses and another three had damage to at least some of their tubes. Their guns still worked though, as Pope was pounded into scrap metal and Express would need a month in a yard.

    USS Norfolk had chosen Maya as her opponent, and Maya had chosen USS Norfolk. It was a contrast in design philosophies as USS Norfolk was firing fifteen shells every five or six seconds while the Japanese cruiser could lob ten much heavier shells every twenty seconds or so. The thick armor on each ship was often sufficient to deflect glancing blows. Norfolk scored a trio of hits with her super heavy shells near the enemy’s bridge. That success was not followed up as a pair of Long Lance torpedoes ripped open the cruiser. The rest of the Allied cruiser line hit their rudders hard to avoid the sudden obstacle.

    Mauritius claimed retribution, four rapid salvos landed square on the light cruiser Kuma. Eleven shells penetrated the very thin armor, one detonated in the forward magazine and two destroyed a boiler room. The cruiser stopped her movement and was coasting dead in the water for a minute before an explosion broke the ship in half. Even as this victory was momentarily noticed, the battle raged as Encounter’s torpedoes scored twice on an enemy destroyer and the heavy dual purpose guns of Isaac Swears foundered another destroyer.


    De Ruyter had fired a few desultory shots from her twin aft turrets as she was opening the range. After steaming away from the battle for seven minutes, she turned hard again to port to a heading almost due south and her guns began to bark out at the Japanese destroyers so that Allied destroyers could retire. The rest of the cruiser line followed the fleet flag and they began to make their turn. HMAS Australia had only three working turrets now as B turret was jammed from a hit. Her gunners had wounded Nachi in retaliation but both ships were still pounding on each other. The Allied line slowed to eighteen knots and both fleets exchanged broadsides on almost reciprocal courses for the next twenty minutes. Little critical damage was done. Liverpool had the most Allied success, four hits on an unidentified heavy cruiser while Tromp was hit three times with eight inch shells. As De Ruyter came to the end of the southbound leg, Admiral Doorman decided to break off. The threat of torpedoes in the narrow waters between Timor and Pulau Alor was too much. They could not bull through the covering force. The losses were too high already, and a frontal attack guaranteed more losses without corresponding results. The Americans and the British might be able to afford losses that they could replace, but his Navy had to protect his ships like a debutante her virginity.

    De Ruyter turned away. The Japanese did not pursue and gunfire was desultory until it ceased as the fleets increased the distance between them to twenty seven thousand yards.

    Now the battle of Timor would be determined on land.
     
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  • March 5, 1942 Reims, France


    Her lover rested. She yawned and smiled at the man who actually listened to her wants and talked to her like an intelligent equal. She placed her elbows on her chest and her head against his cheek before sinking into his shoulders.

    “Sehr gut für mich! Du?”

    “Ja, ja, meine Süße”

    She only orgasmed and dreamed in French, but the year around German lovers had allowed her to pick up enough of the Teutonic tongue to be fluent. Tonight was special, her lover had a luxurious hotel room for the next two nights. Today was the start of a logistics and transportation conference. She had been asked to participate as his note taker and aide during the planning sessions to move a dozen divisions from the Eastern Front, including three Panzer divisions, to various camps in France. Once there, they would have at least six months to rest and rebuild. This had been the tentative plan for months now according to her lover, but now the final details for actually moving almost two hundred thousand men needed to be agreed upon.

    Once they returned to Paris, a summary would need to be prepared. Three copies would be dispatched; one to the Heer high command, one to the railroad offices and the final, unofficial and paraphrased version would make its way to London.

    Tomorrow promised another twelve hours of meetings. Tomorrow promised another bout of rich food and better beer. Tomorrow promised another night in a soft bed with a kind lover. Tomorrow would be a good day.

    Until tomorrow ended, Anna Marie would enjoy a moment of luxury and peace as she rested her head.
     
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  • March 5, 1942 Kure Naval Yard


    Six aircraft carriers, two battle cruisers and a dozen other warships were immensely vulnerable to attack. Crews were ashore, hatches were open and repair gangs had an immense number of flammable stockpiles placed throughout the ships. Three months of nearly continuous operations had created innumerable list of defects and issues that could only be solved in port. Kaga had dented her bottom near Truk, while Kirishima’s condenser was finicky again. Tone’s catapult was misfiring and those were just the most obvious problems. The striking fleet needed rest. The air wings needed to bring into the battered pre-war squadrons new pilots; most of the replacements were experienced men with combat time in China but some were fresh graduates of the training programs. They were all elite fliers, it was a heresy for any Japanese carrier pilot to be anything but elite as their nation could not afford average pilots, but they still needed the hours in the air with their new comrades to develop the sixth sense that the best combat teams used to thrive and survive.

    The striking force would be impotent for at least the next month, they needed the time to rest and recover before they headed either south to secure Malaya or east to crush the American carriers that continued to raid the outer Mandates.
     
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  • March 6, 1942 Darwin


    The harbor was still recovering from the Japanese air raid. Half a dozen ships were being salvaged. Two ships could eventually be returned to service. The other four ships were in the way. Two unusual ships had entered the harbor just after dawn. The American banana boat blockade runners had arrived to refuel, reprovision and then begin their run to the north. Their first stop would be Timor to pick up a Dutch pilot and advisor so that they could have the best chance of advancing through the Japanese occupied portion of the northern East Indies. After that, they would dash to Cebu and then to Manila.
     
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  • March 6, 1942 Timor


    The single company of Dutch troops “occupying” Dili had retreated the day before as soon as it was obvious that the Japanese were ready to advance out of their beachhead. Most of the Allied forces consisting of two regiments of American National Guardsmen along with a reinforced artillery brigade and a weak tank battalion plus an Australian force of a reinforced infantry battalion and a very weak Dutch brigade were on the western end of the island. There were few roads that spanned the entire island. The Australians occupied the village of Betun on the southern coast where they could block the only access into the interior’s central plain. On the north coast, the Dutch had occupied prepared blocking positions at Atapupu on the coast and Atambua, an inland road junction.

    Trucks were moving the 182nd Infantry Regiment from Kupang to Oelolok where it could push north or south, depending on where the threat was. The journey for the Massachusetts National Guard was slow as the trails and tracks that they were on would not even qualify as goat paths back home, but it was the best transit available for as long as the sea was not usable.

    A late afternoon firefight between a Dutch outpost and a Japanese advance patrol started near the River Lols. The scouts bulled over the Dutch defenders within an hour, three men survived the run back to the forward headquarters to report the contact. The Japanese were coming.
     
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  • March 7, 1942 150 miles south of Dondra Head

    Ark Royal, Victorious and Furious steamed into the wind to launch the rest of their fighter complements. Within minutes, there were over forty Grummans protecting the fleet and another dozen Fulmars were heading north to intercept the incoming raid. The raid itself was a trio of Blenheims pretending to be several squadrons. Prince of Wales and King George V were losing ground to the fleet carriers as every ounce of steam pushed against the turbine blades.

    By lunchtime, flight operations ended and the Far Eastern Fleet turned to the south east.
     
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  • March 6, 1942 Southwest of Moscow

    Another battalion started to fire. To the north, six battalions of field guns were tearing into the fascist’s front fieldworks. These battalions in the center were splitting the front line from the immediate reserves while another cluster of battalions to the south were seeking to split the targeted division from nearby reserves. Four rifle divisions and a cavalry brigade would lead the initial assault while two tank brigades, both using Lend Lease tanks and direct purchased trucks were the exploitation force. The goal today was to open the road to Opel.

    Several thousand meters away, the German infantry waited for the bombardment to stop. They had retreated from the outpost line overnight. Radio intelligence and patrols had been hinting at a major offensive for weeks now, and the plan was to allow the Soviet troops to attack into thin air and then cut them off. Hard points with numerous anti-tank guns and anti-tank minefields would break the Soviet mobility until free ranging Panzer columns could take another handful of divisions off the table.
     
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  • March 7, 1942 Timor

    The mainly Irish and French Canadian soldiers of the 182nd Infantry Regiment cursed their fair skin as they marched further up the central valley of Timor. The sun was beating down on them and every step eastwards meant one step further from good food and a guarantee of clean water. Japanese fighters had strafed a column of soldiers. Most of them were quick enough to get off the road and under cover but a dozen men were screaming in agony as they were being evacuated back to Kupang.

    So far, the Dutch and Australians had not reported contact, but the scouts anticipated a battle soon.
     
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  • March 8, 1942 North of Moscow

    The 8th Panzer and the 218th Infantry Divisions began pushing south. The objective was a road junction that was critical for the 3rd Shock Army’s supply. In front of them were tired, worn out divisions that had smashed themselves to bits in during the fighting in December and January. Their best attribute was that they could hold a road long enough to force the Germans to enter the mud.
     
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  • March 8, 1942 Penang, Malaya


    Shells were more common here than in an Italian pasta factory. The narrow gauge railroad that connected the two crown colonies had been busy. A steady stream of convoys from India, Australia, and Liverpool via Mombasa had been flowing through the Sunda Straits. Most of the supplies were consumed almost as soon as they landed, but the quartermasters had been able to hold shells and fuel and trucks and beans and bullets back from the front.

    The ferret face field commander smiled as he nodded at the end of his quartermaster’s report. The army was supplied for an offensive. Four divisions had been dug in near Penang for over a month. Five Japanese divisions had been trying to force their way through and then around the defenses to no gain. An amphibious hook had been defeated by Force Y and motor torpedo boats in mid-February. Now the battle was one of attrition, position and firepower. General Montgomery’s supply lines were richer and his replacement pool could draw from the almost unlimited manpower of the Indian Army. He had not asked his men to bleed needlessly and for that they trusted him enough to bleed when needed.

    Another Indian brigade, the 63rd, and three white battalions had arrived on the last convoy. They were going through their last acclimation training before they would come north and relieve the 9th Indian Infantry Division. The 9th, along with the 18th Anglian and the 7th Armoured Brigade would be the primary counter-attacking force at the end of the month.

    Until then, he wanted the artillery stockpiles to continue to grow and patrolling to get even more aggressive than it had been.
     
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  • March 9, 1942 Boston, Massachusetts


    HMS Hood left her ward with a pair of nervous nurses hovering about her. She was almost ready for the war.

    As she passed Fort Warren, her compatriot joined her. USS Massachusetts was smaller and slower than the rebuilt veteran but far stronger and tougher. The shells that had nearly crippled Hood in the Denmark Strait would have been defeated by the thick armor belt Big Mamie sported. Nine sixteen inch guns outreached and outweighed the Hood's eight fifteen inch guns. The twenty modern five inch dual purpose guns were superior to the sixteen four and a half inch guns Hood sported as anti-aircraft and anti-destroyer defenses. These ships were almost the same on anti-aircraft defenses. Hood flouted forty eight two pounder barrels and twenty six 20 millimeter cannons while Massachusetts was the first battleship to carry the forty millimeter Bofors in thirteen quad mounts and twenty three twenty millimeter cannon.

    Massachusetts ceded the lead to Hood, age and beauty before brawn, as the two capital ships and four destroyers headed northeast to open water where their main batteries could fire for the first time since they had been released from their respective shipyards.

    Eight hours later, both ships headed home, Hood to the inner harbor and Massachusetts to Quincy where each could reload their magazines, correct a dozen minor defects and stockpile ice cream. Within a week, Hood would head to the Caribbean for a three week shakedown before heading back to Home Fleet while Massachusetts would cruise the New England coast for another two months to bring her raw crew up to speed.
     
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  • March 10, 1942 near Abucay, Luzon

    The air screamed. Steel shells reached their apogee and then tipped over. The northern horizon flashed as another salvo fired. The experienced infantrymen, veterans all, listened intently for a second and then they scrambled for cover. They could hear that the shells were approaching their position. Most of the men went into a series of bunkers they had dug out over the past two months.

    Acting Lieutenant Ibling did not have that luxury. He had been squatting in a machine gun nest checking in on his men. The morning had been slow and quiet so he was able to make his rounds throughout the company, patting some men on the back, sharing a cigarette with others, letting a man vent about the monotony of the food. The machine gunner had been offering a suggestion to keep his ammunition cleaner. It sounded like a good idea and the acting company commander was taking mental notes to see if the idea would work when the artillery started. He looked around and saw his men scramble. The mule drivers and quartermasters who had brought up food for the next couple of days were still standing around, puzzled by the chaotic flurry of action from what had been a languid infantry company.

    “Get down you fools” Ibling shouted as he dove. He rested his weight on his elbows and his toes, keeping his core off the ground while both hands held onto his helmet.

    Rolando Cabling heard the warning but he was confused. He saw a couple of his work gang hit the ground and he followed them, his helmet rolling away. The first shells landed just as he hit the ground. They tore open the wet earth and scythed tree limbs. Wood and steel fragments ripped into any softness while rocks rained down as gravity asserted itself again. Ibling flexed his jaw and waited, his ears straining to count the scale of bombardment. Maybe two more salvos were left. Another one landed a little more dispersed this time, some of the shells destroyed an empty rifle pit and more tore into the thin strands of wire. The last salvo landed a touch to the rear of the position.

    Silence cocooned the company for a moment as no more artillery was incoming. And then the cries of the wounded broke through. Ibling began to belly crawl through the newly divoted position. As he approached the trenches, he yelled at his platoon leaders to report their casualties. Those men yelled at their squad leaders for an update. Men were already leaving the trenches to run back to the rear echelon mule handlers who were screaming in pain.

    Ten minutes later, the company had two men wounded, one just had his bell rung hard by a rock hitting his helmet and another had a good size gash on his arm. That man’s arm was wrapped before he was sent back to the battalion aid station with two buddies for support. The company commander now could walk back to the mule drivers.

    As soon as he got there, he shot a pair of wounded mules with his rifle. Their braying and twitching endangered everyone around them. He then looked down at the quartermasters. Two of the men were dead, another man was rapidly dying. It was not even worth a bullet to end his misery, a single syringe of morphine could be spared to aid the man in the last few minutes of his life. The last man’s leg was a bloody stump, a shell fragment had debrided most of the calf and sliced his tibia. He could be saved.

    Two tourniquets had already restricted blood flow below his knee. His head was up and he was being treated for shock by men whose bedside manner was horrendous but their pragmatic expertise could not be questioned. Ibling knelt next to the wounded man and squeezed his hand:

    “What is your name”

    “Rolando”

    “Well, my boys will take good care of you Rolando until we can get you back to the aid station… just stay with us”
     
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  • March 11, 1942 Gare du Nord

    If anyone noticed him, they would have forgotten about him minutes later. He was utterly forgettable with a slight hunch in his shoulders, a hat that covered his forehead and contained his dirty brown hair completely, clothes that screamed boring mediocrity. He had been working on a crossword puzzle and drinking a cup of what the Parisians now called coffee with as little disgust as possible. If anyone really paid close attention to him, they would see his right pinky occasionally twitched half a millimeter on its own, and that twitch only occurred when a train unloaded its passengers from the north.

    His finger twitched when he wanted to take a picture of the scene in his almost eidetic memory. Those pictures were taken when he saw a pattern that was out of place. And he had seen a pattern that was out of place, a pretty young women with nice hips, filled out in the right spots and a round face with an easy smile. He could not hear her, but even from the distance, he could tell the ease with which she moved around. The war was not compressing her spirit. He had seen a handful of German officers board a train last week to Rheims with her and a gaggle of other horizontal collaborators.

    Half an hour later, he finished his crossword puzzle and headed to work. That evening, he would discuss his sightings with the rest of the cell. They were not strong enough to take on the Germans, and they were not willing to give the Boche the opportunity to carry out reprisals. Instead they could watch and learn while seeing how they could limit what the Boche knew about their occupied territories.
     
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  • March 11, 1942 north of Belfast

    “Get your arses down, you’re not cheap whores looking for a fast trick tonight laddies”

    The National Guardsmen flattened out and continued to crawl forward through the obstacle course even as a Bren gun fired overhead. Forty men from the 1st Guards Brigade, all veterans of the fighting in France in 1940 and now the cadre for an amphibious assault force that had been training in Scotland for the past six months, had been seconded to the 34th Infantry Division. The Midwesterners had arrived in Belfast several weeks ago and the entire division had finished shaking out the rust.

    Their days were straightforward, physical training in the morning, classroom and range time after breakfast and before lunch and then either more physical training, marches or classroom time in the afternoon and evenings. Companies and battalions could often easily sneak out for a day or two in the field but the division still had not a chance to operate as a singular whole. There were plans to move the division to training fields in Scotland for force on force maneuvers against the Guards, Norwegians and the French Foreign Legion. The debate was whether this would be a permanent change of station or merely a fifteen day training exercise.
     
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  • March 12, 1942 South of Diamond Head, Honolulu

    Five carriers turned into the wind. Enterprise and Saratoga were in Task Force 16 while the Atlantic Fleet reinforcements, Yorktown, Constellation and Hornet, formed Task Force 17. Destroyers waited for the course of the carriers to steady as they attempted to hold their screening positions during flight operations. Fifty three minutes later, the carriers slowed to normal cruising speed and the escorts tightened up on them. Over two hundred aircraft were launched, all heading north to “attack” a secondary army airfield on Oahu. Yorktown had finished launching her deck load strike first, every plane was up and assembling within twenty seven minutes while Hornet took the longest at forty seven minutes. The two Pacific Fleet carriers were only slightly faster than the rookie.

    By nightfall, the exercise was done and the carriers headed back to Pearl. The Atlantic Fleet carriers had liberty tonight while Enterprise and Saratoga would get liberty tomorrow night. The Shore Patrol had been overwhelmed with fist fights when the victors of the Norwegian Sea started having intense discussions with the pinprick raiders of the Pacific.
     
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  • March 12, 1942 Halilulik, Timor

    The machine gun fired again, four rounds and a short pause, and then another four rounds at some movement three hundred yards away. Rifle men shifted their views from the front and followed the tracers down range as they waited for a barrage from Japanese knee mortars. The first assault had been beaten off earlier in the morning. The National Guardsmen occupied a blocking position just northeast of a crossroads town. The main line was three miles long with a battalion on each of the slopes of the hills that cosseted the narrow road. The last battalion was in reserve along with a reinforced artillery group of twenty four 75 millimeter guns.

    The Dutch brigade had retreated haphazardly and they had taken most of the previous day to completely pass through the lines. One battalion was in decent shape and had been able to move into prepared positions west of the town to serve as a rear guard and a stopper from infiltration attempts. The Japanese division had been pursuing the defeated Dutch aggressively. They had not anticipated running into the Americans until after their first hasty attack with a company of infantry supported by a trio of mortars was stopped cold when all twenty four artillery pieces went to rapid fire for three minutes in a prepared firing plan. Since the morning battle, it was obvious that more Japanese units were arriving with more heavy equipment. A flight of Army A-24s had bombed the road and claimed to have destroyed several howitzers. Japanese light bombers had responded and they inflicted some casualties as most of the Americans were in reasonably deeply dug positions already.


    The machine gun fired again, another trio of short bursts as a Japanese light machine gun started to reach out for the American positions. The tempo of battle was increasing from the mid-morning lull.
     
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  • March 13, 1942 Sydney

    Men kissed their wives, boys kissed their girlfriends and sergeants moved reluctant privates onto their ships. The convoy had spent the last two weeks assembling and loading the equipment for the reinforced 1st Australian Armoured Brigade. They had received their new M3 tanks from American in December and by now they were competent drivers of the medium tanks. The brigade was needed in the Malay barrier. Tentative plans were to move the force to Singapore but there was a contingency to land in either Timor or Java as needed.

    In addition to the three armoured regiments, the motor infantry battalion as well as a field artillery regiment had been included. A new motor infantry battalion and artillery contigent would be attached to the 2nd Armoured Brigade as it still was training on their recently arrived tanks. That brigade force would not be ready for action until the second half of the year.
    As the ships left the harbor, they met their escort; HMAS Adelaide and HMNZS Achilles. By nightfall, the blacked out convoy had left side of land and was heading north to reinforce the bastions upon which their country depended on for its defense.
     
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  • March 13, 1942 Milwaukee, Wisconsin

    The small core staff of the 101st Infantry Division of the US Army Organized Reserve breathed a sigh of relief. The divisional shell had been slowly filling out over the past three months as the next wave of mobilization and expansion for the US Army had started almost as soon as the fires were extinguished at Pearl Harbor. Most of the divisions in that wave would be built up as the skeleton cadre had expected, mainly infantry divisions with a few horse cavalry units converting to tank units but there had been talk about making the 101st Infantry Division a parachute division. None of the men who would become responsible for training the division once it activated in the late spring knew how or why anyone would sanely jump out of the back of a perfectly functional aircraft.

    Word had come down that the 101st would be a specialist division but the specialty would be light assault. A new T0&E had been sent from Washington that stripped out of the division anything that required more than a Bantam to haul. The infantry would be specialized assault troops for amphibious assaults and raiding missions. Now the cadre just had to figure out what that meant before the flux of draftees arrived.
     
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