Kansas Joe McCoy
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978-6-1317-9374-5

Question is, what now? Willet has firing solutions on the Japanese. Does she take them down?” “We’re going to need to refer this back to Washington,” Spruance said, shaking his head. “Normally there would be no question, but…” He trailed off. “But,” Kolhammer finished for him, “If we take out Yamamoto, what’s to stop Uncle Joe from raising the Red Star over Tokyo a few weeks down the track. I dunno. Maybe he doesn’t have the power projection capability?” “Maybe,” Spruance echoed. “But if he does, we end up dealing with a Communist Japan.” “Yeah,” Kolhammer grunted. “Bottom line, we need to know what’s on those islands up ahead of us.” 29 D-DAY + 39. 12 JUNE 1944. 1146 HOURS. PACIFIC AREA OF OPERATIONS. It was relatively safe in this part of the jungle. As safe as it could get on an island full of Japanese soldiers guarding a secret facility on which hung the fate of their empire. Denny’s patrol had hunkered down about three-quarters of the way up the large limestone hill that dominated the island. Hastings, his communications specialist, insisted on calling it a mountain, but then Hastings hailed from Kansas, so you could push a small pile of dirt up with the toe of your boot and he was liable to go christening it Mount Something-Or-Other ...