At 0950 hours, Enterprise CAG McCluskey was seriously worried as he scoured the sea below through his binoculars, searching for the enemy. At maximum range, he had to do something. Where Ring had followed “standard procedure,” McCluskey did the opposite. “I knew they had to be north of us,” he later explained, “and so I turned north. I could hold the course for 15 minutes before our fuel state would require we turn east.” The 37 Dauntlesses turned north, and at 0955 McClusky looked down through a break in the clouds and saw the wake of the destroyer Arashi as it hurried to return to the fleet from its battle with the Nautilus.
Your writing takes me to the then and there TC, more vibrantly than images projected on any screen could. Thoroughly enjoyed reading your series today on our cold early winter Sunday well south of Midway.
Fun read! And really does convey how precarious a victory it was. And thank God for it.
Your writing takes me to the then and there TC, more vibrantly than images projected on any screen could. Thoroughly enjoyed reading your series today on our cold early winter Sunday well south of Midway.