Chapter 12:
"I will never get used to this..."
Wandering through Honolulu, listening to the bustle of people, was not something that James had expected to spend doing. But, well, it was necessary. He had been spending entirely too much time cooped up in his room. Not that he
minded spending time talking with Sara and the others, mind you. He quite enjoyed it actually. But spending
all his time doing that was asking for trouble. Especially now...now that he couldn't realistically risk just talking with the girls over the radio. He had known it would happen, from the moment the first reports came in. But it hardly made it any easier on him, really.
After all, he could only really
relate to the girls. Everyone else he was around, reminded him of the time he had ended up in.
Not that wandering through the city itself didn't, of course. The Honolulu he remembered was absolutely nothing like the one he had found himself in. Granted, the city he remembered was a ghost town. Shattered buildings and all. Abyssal raids on Hawaii had been so common, the islands had been evacuated long ago. Honolulu had been gutted. Seeing it full of people, carefree and happy, was not something he was used to. Toss in the lack of glittering skyscrapers- burnt and damaged or otherwise -and it was...an odd experience. Very odd.
At least I know what I'm fighting for, seeing this.
With that in mind, he started looking around for something to do. Didn't take long either.
"Papers! Papers here!"
Considering his green eyes locked onto an
honest to God paper boy. Shaking his head in amazement at the novelty of it all, James followed along with the small group moving towards the kid. A kid who looked up at him with clear awe that an
officer was getting his paper. At least Thompson hadn't gone out with anything marking him as an Admiral.
"Five cents, sir."
"Here you are."
Handing over a nickel, and reminding himself that was a
lot more than it was when he came from, the Admiral took his paper. Moving aside so others could do the same, he sat down on a nearby bench. Unfurling the paper, James looked at the date. September 24th, 1940.
Hmm...anything special happen today?
Nothing came to mind, as he looked to see how much the events meshed with his memories. There was the expected 'homefront' things. Sports and all that, nothing that really caught his interest. What
did catch his interest was a certain foreign affairs event. One that had his hands clenching the paper, as he cursed under his breath. No one noticed, and the Admiral was thankful for that. He didn't want to explain his reaction.
He
couldn't, reasonably.
"Embargo...it's just steel so far, but..." Thompson forced his hands to relax, taking in a deep breath. Calming himself in a way taught by...Akagi...the man sighed softly. "This is not good. I knew it was coming, but this is the first step."
The first step towards the attack he was trying to prepare for. Would Japan and America have come to blows anyway? Perhaps. But the embargoes speeded up the problem...without imports, Japan would crawl to a halt. Militarily and on the homefront. It was necessary of course, with what they did in China. But...
"Great. It's only a matter of time now..."
"Matter of time?"
James blinked, turning his head. A young Japanese-American man was staring at him curiously, not a hint of awe or fear at approaching an officer. He could give the man
that at least.
"Nothing, just reading the paper." James put said paper under his arm, as he looked at the younger man. "Do I know you?"
The man shook his head, "No sir. Sorry for bothering you, I was just wondering since you looked...angry."
"Well, there is nothing to worry about Mr..."
"Iwata, Riku Iwata." The man, Iwata, bowed slightly. "It is a pleasure."
Nodding back, James smiled slightly, "Likewise. Names James Thompson, mind if I ask what you were doing?"
His new acquaintance smiled back, "As I said, I noticed you were angry and was curious about why. I myself am a fair bit upset at the embargo. I understand it, and as I was born here in Hawaii I can't say it impacts me as much as my parents, but..."
The Japanese-American civilian trailed off, perhaps realizing
who he was talking to.
"My apologies, sir."
"No need for that," James waved his hand. "I understand what you mean. Sometimes we have to do things we don't like, and with what is happening in China..."
Both men winced at that thought. Frankly, if you weren't a militaristic nutjob what the Japanese got up to in China was deplorable. Even though James knew not everything was known about that yet,
enough had come out, clearly. It was enough to remind him of why he did what he did, at least. Sometimes it was hard to think of Japan as
the enemy. He had many Japanese friends, it came with spending so much time in Japan. But when even the Japanese-Americans knew that what Japan did in this day and age was wrong, well...it spoke much of the nation.
Pushing those thoughts away, James sighed. He didn't need to think of that right now. Right now, was time spent relaxing. He couldn't leave port until Admiral Richardson had the torpedo tests set up, so best to spend his time on something
not related to the inevitable war.
In that line of thought...
"Enough about that though." The Admiral looked at the other man. "Do you mind showing me around town? I haven't spent much time off the ship, lately."
"Certainly." Iwata replied with a short nod of his head. "What ship, if you don't mind me asking?"
James may have been a bit trusting, but he was no fool. He shook his head, "Sorry, can't tell you that."
"Ah. Understandable, I suppose." Iwata didn't seem all that put out, as he started walking down the street. "Operation security?"
"Exactly. You have family in the military?"
A smile crossed the other man's face, "My cousin serves aboard one of Japan's carriers. I'm sure you understand why I can't say
which one."
Oh, he has a sense of humor.
"And yes, we do keep in contact." The younger man continued, with his smile not fading. "Though his letters have been a bit sparse, as of late. With the war..."
"I can imagine." Thompson nodded back, "Still, I hope he's okay. We aren't enemies yet, and I hope we never are."
"As does my family. I...don't like the idea, of our family back home being an enemy."
That was the problem with war. And most especially
this war. Loyalties...loyalties could tear families apart. Japanese-Americans were almost universally loyal to America, and that meant they would be in conflict with their homelands. With their families, back home. That was almost a uniquely American problem, as few other nations had such a varied immigrant population. And James couldn't say he understood it, having not
lived through any proper war, beyond the Abyssals.
Still, moving past that...
"Well, I'm sure we all hope a war doesn't come." The Admiral nodded at the younger man by his side. "So, how about we keep that in mind?"
Iwata didn't dispute the point, "Quite. Now, here is the most popular restaurant in town. I would recommend it, if you haven't eaten yet."
As James' stomach chose that very moment to growl, he could hardly dispute the point. Iwata's lips twitched upwards, as the Japanese-American waved at the door. Thompson sent him a thankful look, to which the man responded with a small shrug. He left the Admiral at the door, likely off to do...whatever he had been doing. Watching him go, James sighed softly.
That had been...enlightening.
I need to remember, just how the war impacts everyone. I focus too much on my girls, I know
that. I forget about the civilians. The ones who are hurt by the war, even if not directly. Lord, I wish I could stop it entirely.
Even as he sat down, his order taken by a waitress, James sighed again. He knew just as well that it was far too late to stop a war. Even if he had been shot back to 1938 or something, that would be true. The events leading to this war were already in place. Japan was going to invade China. They were going to be embargoed. And they were going to attack America. There...just wasn't anything he could do to stop that. It was why he focused so heavily on the attack coming to this city.
It was all he could do, to avoid thinking of the rest of the war.
"Here you are, sir."
Drawn from his thoughts, James smiled up at the young waitress, as she left to take another order. His appetite wasn't quite as strong, but he still dug into the food. Iwata had been right about one thing...this
was good food. And it served to get his mind off what he had been thinking, as the Admiral looked around. He couldn't fail to notice there were no African-Americans in the building. Nor were there many women, outside the waitresses. Stifling a sigh, he acknowledged that it was to be expected, even if he didn't like it.
As such, Thompson continued to scan the room. At least, until he saw another officer enter. The younger man, blond hair cut short, locked onto the Admiral. He ignored the waitress, instead coming straight to the older officer. James frowned at that, as he made room for the officer. The man sent him a thankful look, even as he sat down. Even as he looked at the Admiral, question quite obvious.
"Yes?" Still, James asked first.
"Admiral Thompson, correct?"
"That's me. You are?"
If they were on duty, it wouldn't be anywhere
near this informal. But formality had a time and place.
"Lieutenant Commander John Baxter, CAG off
Enterprise." The younger man, Baxter, replied. "I was hoping to talk with you."
Well now. I would have expected Yorktown's CAG, if anyone.
"About what?" Thompson was curious now, as he looked at the younger officer.
Baxter smiled slightly, "The new tactics you've introduced. Lieutenant Commander Brown told me about them, and how badly your pilots mauled his. I would like to see exactly what you taught your boys, so I can do the same."
On the plus side, at least word was spreading. If this word got back to the States, Ranger, Wasp and- when she was complete -Hornet would benefit as well. That
was his goal. Or, at least one of them. That thought in mind, James waved over the waitress. After paying for his lunch, inwardly amazed at the price once more, he nodded at Baxter. The other man nodded back, both officers walking back onto the streets of Honolulu. Once outside, James turned back to his younger counterpart, as both men moved towards the Harbor.
"So, you want to know more?"
"I do. It's in everyone's best interests that we are all as prepared as we can be." Baxter sighed, looking up at the sky. "Even if we don't end up fighting, better to be prepared. After the whacking you gave
Yorktown, I'm not inclined to risk my boys. So I want to know anything you can teach us."
"That, I can do." James nodded seriously. "That I can do."
Baxter nodded back, "And thank you for that, Admiral. I don't know where you came up with these, but they'll be a big help. Anything else you have up your sleeve?"
Many things, that I can't tell you.
"Not right now, no."
The Lieutenant Commander smiled, as he shook his head, "Worth a shot. Well, hopefully you can get my boys in top shape. If we go against you in a fleet problem, I won't have them losing."
"Nor will I have mine lose."
Somehow, James got the feeling it was only because he was an Admiral that the other man didn't break out laughing at that statement. Rivalries between ships were the bread and butter of the Navy, after all.
Still, at least we are moving forward. I can take what I get, at this point...