Pacific Glory by Deutermann P. T

Author:Deutermann, P. T. [Deutermann, P. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, War, Adventure
ISBN: 9780312599447
Amazon: 0312599447
Goodreads: 9526552
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2011-03-15T07:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Mick grabbed a second cup of coffee and then dropped into a chair at the back of the ready room as the air intelligence officer got ready to start the brief. The whole squadron was there, and the Big E’s air-conditioning was barely keeping up. Topside he could hear cables scraping on the flight deck as the various flight deck crews, called “shirts” for their color-coded jerseys, got the launch ready. He’d been with Bombing Eight for seven months now, ever since his short stint in P-cola. It was going okay, so far. He wasn’t going to get promoted anytime soon, but he hadn’t managed to piss off anyone of consequence. Yet.

He flexed his hand. For the most part it was doing what he wanted, although it still didn’t look right. The flight surgeon had kept his word. The doctors back at Pensacola told him pretty much the same thing about his hand, that it was one of those borderline injuries that could be a ticket out of aviation if he was tired of it, or that he could do some surgery and rehab work and get the hand quasi-operational. Mick had opted for the latter, which had turned out to be a lot more painful than the original injury. He’d gone back to drinking, but the daily tempo of flight operations in the training pipeline meant that he had to keep it under control. He’d finally been cleared to go back to war and then caught up with the Enterprise, which had been in Pearl for Christmas through New Year’s just before the Central Pacific offensive really got under way. He had not exactly been a patient and understanding flight instructor, and the CO of his training squadron was beginning to complain about the number of “downs” Mick was handing out. Mick was failing new guys in their flight syllabuses, and he was beginning to complain about the levels of chickenshit and Mickey Mouse rules in the training command. The transfer orders came just in time.

It had taken him two weeks to catch the hops he needed to get out to Pearl and catch Enterprise. As the buzz of conversation in the ready room rose, he reflected on the events of New Year’s Eve. Glory had finally rejoined the living, and his groin quivered with the memory of that tumultuous night. He was sorry about his encounter with Beauty Vincent, but Jesus, that poor bastard took everything so seriously. It had been like meeting up with Sir Galahad and trying to explain why he’d spent the entire night with Maid Marian. Or somebody, he thought. Maybe it was Guinevere. Anyway, he hoped that hot little blond nurse had calibrated the poor bastard’s pecker once and for all. Marsh was an XO, and there was some hard fighting coming up. The Japs would fight to the last man, and they obviously expected the Americans to do the same thing. Now that the Marines were going into Guam and Saipan, there

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