"Task Force 61 consists of three smaller forces, each grouped around a carrier. Saratoga is out there, and Enterprise. Wasp and her support ships left the area yesterday so she could refuel; no estimate on when she will return.

"And we had, as of 2400 last night, precisely located the Japanese Navy as being right here," Dawkins said and waved the pointer over the map from New Britain to San Cristobal. His pilots correctly interpreted the move to mean that as of 2400 no one had any idea where the Japanese were.

More chuckles.

"At 0910 this morning," Dawkins went on, and his changed tone of voice indicated that the witty opening remarks were now concluded, and this was business, "a Catalina found the aircraft carrier Ryujo and its support vessels right about here. Just to the right-ten, fifteen miles-there's a transport force. Intelligence thinks it is safe to assume that the transports carry troops to be landed on Guadalcanal."

The tent was now dead quiet.

"At 1030 this morning, F4Fs operating off Sara shot down an Emily here. The Saratoga was then twenty miles away, which means the Emily got pretty close before they found it.

"About an hour ago, another Catalina found the Ryujo again, still on a course that would bring her to Guadalcanal. Nobody's said anything, but you don't have to be Admiral Nimitz to guess that Enterprise has mounted a rather extensive search operation, so as not to lose Ryujo. It's just as clear that Sara is preparing a strike. Or vice versa, with Sara looking and Enterprise preparing to launch an attack.

"We also have word that at about half past ten the Japs sent a hell of a lot of airplanes, about a hundred of them, down this way from Rabaul. The word comes from what CINCPAC chooses to call an Intell Source One. That means they think the poop is the straight stuff. I think it probably comes from the people the Australians left behind when the Japs occupied the islands between here and New Britain/New Ireland."

Dawkins paused until the murmur died down, and then went on: "About forty Zeroes escorting thirty Vals, ten Bettys, and fifteen Kates. Now, the odds are that their scouts are going to find Sara or Enterprise, or both, in which case I think we can presume that a good many of them will divert to make their attack. But some of them, maybe even most of them, will continue on to hit us. It's also just possible that they may not find either of our carriers. In that case, they will all come here, probably with all the aircraft Ryujo can launch coming with them.

"The best guess we can make of their ETA here is a few minutes after two. It's now," he paused to look at his watch, "1225. At 1300 we're going to start launching the SBDs as our scouts, in thirty-five minutes in other words. At 1330, we will start launching the fighters. First, VMF-211. And at 1345, VMF-229.

"If things go as scheduled--and they rarely do-at 1400 the SBDs should be at altitude here," he pointed again, "in a position to spot either the planes from Ryujo or the planes from Rabaul, or both. VMF-21 l's F4Fs should be about here, just about at the assigned altitude. And Captain Galloway and his people should be about here, almost at assigned altitude.

"We've been over this in some detail, so I'll just touch the highpoints: When the SBDs positively locate the stream of attacking aircraft, or when it is positively located by aircraft from Lexington and/or Sara, they will start to look for the Ryujo, fuel permitting. Fuel permitting is the key phrase. I don't want to lose any aircraft because they ran out of go-juice. When the SBDs start to run low on fuel, they will return here to refuel. I don't want any stupid heroics out there. I think I can guarantee there will be ample opportunity for the SBDs to take on an aircraft carrier, or carriers. It doesn't have to be this afternoon. Unless, of course, our estimates are way off, and you find them sooner than we think you will and can attack and still have enough fuel to get home safely.

"The mission of the fighters is right out of the book. They will locate, engage, and destroy the enemy. And they will do that in the knowledge that if they run out of fuel doing so, a scorned woman's fury can't hold a candle to that of your friendly commanding officer."

There was a murmur of chuckles.

"And something you haven't heard before: Stay off the radio unless you have something to say."

More chuckles.

"No damned idle chatter," Dawkins went on firmly. "When this thing starts, all I want to hear on the radio is business. I want a word with the squadron commanders and the execs. The rest of you may go."

"Ten-HUT!" somebody bellowed. Dawkins was surprised.

He was looking at Charley Galloway, and Galloway didn't even have his mouth open when the command came.

Colonel Dawkins jumped off the truck bed, walked behind the tent wall to wait for his squadron commanders and their executive officers.

(Five) HEADQUARTERS MAG-21.

HENDERSON FIELD GUADALCANAL, SOLOMON ISLANDS.

1715 HOURS 24 AUGUST 1942.

Lieutenant Colonel Clyde W. Dawkins had decided early on that squadron commanders, and certainly air group commanders, really had no business being present when individual pilots were being debriefed by intelligence officers. With The Skipper standing there, pilots would be far less prone to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, than if they were talking alone, and more or less in confidence, to the debriefing officer.

He decided that the debriefing of First Lieutenant William C. Dunn, USMCR, however, was going to be the exception to this rule. He sent word that when Dunn was to be debriefed, he wanted to be there.

The debriefings were conducted on the bed taken from the Japanese Ford truck. The debriefing officer had set up a folding wooden table in front of the map tripod Dawkins had used in the pre-flight briefing. He sat behind the table. As the pilots came in, one by one, to be debriefed, he waved them into another folding chair in front of his "desk."

Knowing the set up, Dawkins came into the tent carrying his own chair, a comfortable, cushioned, bentwood affair left behind by some departed Japanese officer.

He came around the tent wall as Dunn entered the tent from the other, open, end.

Dunn looked beat. He was hatless. His flight suit had large damp patches around the armpits and on the chest. When he came closer, Dawkins saw that his face was dirty; and, although Dunn had obviously made a half-assed attempt to wash, the outline of his goggles was clearly evident on his face.

Dawkins, smiling, made a gesture to Dunn to come onto the platform. And then he sat down, backwards, on his Japanese chair, resting his arms on the back.

Dunn eyed the debriefing officer suspiciously.

"Sir, where's Captain Frankel?" he asked.

When he was tired, Dawkins had noticed, Dunn's Southern accent became more pronounced. That had come out, "Suh, Whea-uh is Cap'n Frank-kel?"

"He's got the GIs, Bill," Dawkins said. "You know that."

"Don't I know you, Lieutenant?" Dunn asked, but it was more of a challenge than a question.

"Yes," the debriefing officer said. "I debriefed you after Midway."

"I thought I recognized you. I didn't like you then, and I don't like you now. Colonel, do I have to talk to this sonofa-bitch?"

Ah thought ah recog-nazedyou. Ah didn't lak you then an ah don' lak you now. Cunnel, do ah have to talk to this som 'bitch?

"With Frankel down with the GIs, I borrowed him to do the debriefing. It has to be done. You don't have to like him, Bill," Dawkins said calmly, "but you do have to answer his questions. Sit down!"

Dunn looked at him with contempt in his eyes, as if he had been betrayed.

"Sit down, Bill," Dawkins ordered again, calmly.

Dunn met Dawkins's eyes for a moment, and then shrugged and sat down.

"Before we begin, Lieutenant Dunn," the debriefing officer said, "I'd like to say this: If there ever were any questions raised at Midway about your personal behavior, your courage, to put a point on it, your behavior today has put them to rest for all time."

"Jesus!" Dawkins snorted.

"My report will indicate," the debriefing officer plunged ahead, a little confused by Dawkins's snort, "that you shot down four aircraft today, two Zeroes, and one each Betty and Val; that all kills were verified by at least two witnesses. That places you, Lieutenant, one aircraft over the five required to make you an ace. I would be very surprised if you were not given a decoration for greater valor in action, and it probably means a promotion."

"Fuck you," Bill Dunn said very clearly. "Stick your medal and your promotion up your ass."

"That's enough, Bill," Dawkins said. There was steel in his voice. Their eyes locked for a long moment. "Yes, Sir," Dunn said, finally.

"Get on with it, Lieutenant," Dawkins ordered the debriefing officer.

"Well, as they say," the debriefing officer said, "let's take it from the top. In your own words, from take-off until landing. When I have a question, I'll interrupt? OK?"

"Every other pilot who made it back has been in here. How many times do you have to hear the same story?" "Bill, goddamnit, do what he says," Dawkins ordered. "You took off at approximately 1420, is that correct?" the debriefing officer began. "Yeah."

"Was that the originally scheduled take-off time?" "No," Dunn said, "we were supposed to take off earlier, at 1345, but the Colonel changed his mind, and held us on the ground. The SBDs hadn't found the Japs, and he wanted to conserve fuel. We took off when the goddamned radar finally found the Japs."

"Was the take-off according to plan? And if not, why not?" "No. When the scramble order came, everybody tried to get into the air as quickly as possible. The Japs were just about over the field; there was no time to screw around waiting for the slow ones."

"And was the form-up in the air according to plan? And if not, why, in your opinion?"

"No. And I just told you. The Japs were over Henderson. It would have made absolutely no sense to try to form up as the schedule called for. And some airplanes are faster than others. Mine was faster than most."

"So, in your own words, tell me what happened to you after you took off."

"I guess I was eighth, ninth, tenth, something like that, to get off the ground..."

"Do you remember who was first?" the debriefing officer interrupted.

"Captain Galloway and his wing man, Lieutenant Ward. When the Black Flag went up, they were sitting in their aircraft with their engines already warmed up. They were moving within seconds."

"By the Black Flag, I presume you mean the Black Flag raised above the control tower signifying 'Condition I, Air-base under attack.'"

"Is there another black flag?"

"And once you were in the air, what did you do?"

"I started the climb," Dunn said. "Alone. I had been in the climb two, three minutes when I saw Lieutenant Schneider forming on my wing."

"That would be Lieutenant David F. Schneider?"

"Yes."

"Go on."

"Well, we finally got to 10,000 feet. By that time the bombers, the Bettys, had dropped their bombs, and were headed home."

"And how high would you estimate the Bettys were?"

"They were at nine thousand feet, I guess, and they were in a shallow dive, apparently to gain speed."

"There were no other enemy aircraft in sight?"

"There were Zeroes to the right," Dunn said. "They had seen us and were trying to keep us away from the Bettys. Captain Galloway and Ward headed for the Zeroes. I headed for the Bettys."

"Why?"

"Because it was pretty clear to me that was what Captain Galloway wanted me to do. He would take care of the fighters while I attacked the Bettys."

"Where was Lieutenant Schneider?"

"Shit. While we attacked the Bettys. He was on my wing. I told you that."

"And you did, in fact, attack the Bettys successfully. I have been told that you attacked from above..."

"Yeah."

"And that your stream of fire caused an explosion in the engine nacelle..."

"The one Schneider got, he took the vertical stabilizer off.

Then it blew up."

"We were talking about yours."

"I got the engine. Schneider got the vertical stabilizer on his and then probably the main tank."

"Right. I have that. And then what happened?"

"Then the Zeroes showed up. Some of them apparently stayed to deal with Captain Galloway and Ward, but most of them tried to protect the bombers, and came to where we were."

"And then what happened?"

"I don't know. We got into it."

"Witnesses to the engagement have stated that during that engagement, you shot down two Zeroes. And you don't know what happened?"

"We were all over the sky. The only thing I know for sure is that Schneider got one, beautiful deflection shot, and he blew up."

"I thought you said Schneider was on your wing."

"I also said we were all over the sky. I don't know where Schneider was most of the time, except when I saw him take the Zero with the deflection shot."

"But you do remember shooting at at least two Zeroes?"

"I shot at a lot more than two. I'm sure I hit some of them, but I couldn't swear to anything but that I hit one good and he started to throw smoke and went into a spin."

"You did not see him crash?"

"No."

"Did you see Captain Galloway crash?"

"No. I saw Captain Galloway on fire and in a spin, but I did not see him crash."

"Was that before or after you shot the Zero you just mentioned, the one you said began to display smoke and entered a spin?" "Before."

"Did you see Lieutenant Ward during this period?"

"I don't know. I saw a plane that could have been either him or Captain Galloway. I can't say for sure. They both came to help us when the Zeroes came after us."

"But you are sure that it was Captain Galloway you saw, in flames, and in a spin?"

"Yes."