I think I'm going to run with this. Hopefully it won't come off sounding like it's something out of PTO or PTO II. What follows is the prelimnary outline. As always, useful criticism is welcome.
Operation Kaleidoscope
Liberation of Wake, 1943
Prelude
Despite thee dawn of October 29, 1943, seeing a clear, blue sky over the Central Pacific, the sound of not-so distant thunder rolled across the troop transports. In the hour before the dawn, Private Henry Ruen, watched as the Navy’s spectacular fireworks display ground to a halt. For the past two days a number of battleships, cruisers and destroyers bombarded the three islands of Wake Atoll. The day before saw the last of the carrier-based bombers pound the island.
After two days of rolling thunder, Ruen was convinced that nothing could be left standing on the island, much less alive. Even if the day was full and the smoke blown out to sea he was not likely to see much from far out to sea. Only now that the sun was preparing to rise would he and his unit in the 10th Marine Regiment board their landing craft and approach the battered island.
Like so many replacements, he was nervous, not knowing what to expect. He looked to the veterans in his squad for any advice. Too many veterans of the Pacific War offered the same council; keep you head low, get off the beach as quickly as possible, etc. He frowned at the advice. Given the size of Wilkes Island, he was be hard pressed to get off the beach. Too many of these tropical and semi-tropical atolls were nothing but beach.
Some of his fellow replacements watched the dying bombardment, breathing sighs of relief. They spoke of how easy this job would be. “There won’t be a Jap alive on the island.” “It’s going to be a cake walk.” These were some of the calmer declarations. Next to Ruen stood Sergeant Pete Malikowski, watching the bombardment with an expression that was less than eager. As a veteran of Fiji, the Solomon’s and the failed invasion of Queensland, Malikowski’s view was slightly jaded.
He and the other NCOs knew exactly what to expect. As with each landing, he hoped and prayed that the shelling killed most of the enemy, though he put little stock in Navy marksmanship. Somewhere on Wilkes, the Japanese Special Naval Landing Force waited in bunkers and pill boxes for the leathernecks to step foot on the island. Unlike the replacements, who had their young minds bombarded by propaganda painting the Japanese as buck-toothed savages with Coke bottle glasses, he was well aware that they were facing a cunning and determined foe. He respected his enemy almost as much as he hated them.
“What do you think, Sarge?” Ruen asked, gesturing towards the beach. “Will it be all that easy?” While he did not relish the idea of being shot at, Ruen would not like to think he came all this way only to have the enemy all dead before he could join the fight.
Thinking back on the liberation of Fiji, Malikowski laughed bitterly. “Don’t worry, Ruen. There’ll be plenty of Japs left for us.”