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That's assuming the USN can find any servicemen willing to serve on a ship built by Japan
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That's assuming the USN can find any servicemen willing to serve on a ship built by Japan
It's a war going on and they need every ship they can get.That's assuming the USN can find any servicemen willing to serve on a ship built by Japan
Thinking about things with the Hiryu/Dragon angle. The Navy could just refit her to be a dedicated Marine Aviation carrier to carry dedicated close air support aircraft for Marine landings, freeing up all those new Essex carriers for what the Navy really wants to do.
True, but those were still Navy pilots for the most part. And while the Marines appreciated the effort, the Marines always preferred having Marines do that work because then the job got done the Marine way. At least that's what I've heard from a couple Marine pilots I know.
You know, given that much of the Midway garrison appears to be made of Marines (source), they'd probably be the ones to seize her. Once the Marine Corp has their own carrier, I suspect they'd be reluctant to give her up, even if using her isn't the most efficient.True, but those were still Navy pilots for the most part. And while the Marines appreciated the effort, the Marines always preferred having Marines do that work because then the job got done the Marine way. At least that's what I've heard from a couple Marine pilots I know.
You know, given that much of the Midway garrison appears to be made of Marines (source), they'd probably be the ones to seize her. Once the Marine Corp has their own carrier, I suspect they'd be reluctant to give her up, even if using her isn't the most efficient.
But that would be setting some kind of precedent (for the Marines), and who'd want that? Fix her up and give her to Australia.Ultimate slap in the face to the IJN as well.
One of our carriers wasn't even worth giving to their actual navy.
But that would be setting some kind of precedent (for the Marines), and who'd want that? Fix her up and give her to Australia.
... Then he waited for seven days, and again sent forth the dove from the Ark.
But she did not return to the Ark anymore.
Where did the bird land? Maybe it was weakened and swallowed by the waters... No one could know.
So the people waited for her return, waited, and grew tired of waiting...
They forgot they had released a bird; forgot there was a bird. They even forgot there was a world sunken under the water.
They forgot where they were from; how long they had traveled; and where they were going.
I see a lot of grief on her side and some self-blame as she lost yet another Teitoku and was unable to protect them when she was needed. She might cover it up with smiles after some time, but I can see her privately grieving them deeply.The above snippet makes me wonder what would happen if Kongou's precious Teitoku were killed in the line of duty, given that if she's written well, she deeply cares for him (or in the above case, her).
The above snippet makes me wonder what would happen if Kongou's precious Teitoku were killed in the line of duty, given that if she's written well, she deeply cares for him (or in the above case, her).
Irony: I spent lunch toying with who the first people posted to the kanmusu command would be, namely officers invalided from sea duty for injuries sustained fighting the Abyssals.
When they started there had only been Abe, with his cane, to command the sixteen original kanmusu. At forty kanmusu they'd brought in another officer, a second Abe, this one with an empty uniform sleeve, and separated them into destroyers and heavier ships. At sixty-five, a third officer was brought in, with carriers and battleships under one officer, cruisers under another, and destroyers under the last. By now there were six torpedo squadron commanders, a submarine lieutenant, a heavy cruiser captain, a captain of the fleet carriers and a captain of the light carriers who had several lieutenant subordinates who looked after individual carrier divisions, two lieutenant commanders who handled the fast and slow BBs respectively under yet another captain, and finally Abe with the cane in charge of it all. He was the only one who actually issued operational orders as such. All the others were administrative commanders, who looked after their kanmusu's needs and prevented them from running amok as they had in the old days, when The List had been written. Many of them were quite close to their girls by now.
Lieutenant Commander Watanabe, with his prosthetic leg, had been the watch officer during The Bombardment when the Abyssals came after them in turn: Musashi had shielded him with her own body and saved his life, even if he'd lost his hearing temporarily as the battleship returned fire. It was an open secret on the base he and Musashi had an...unprofessional relationship since, but Rear Admiral Abe reportedly responded to being told by asking if it had no negative impact on his fleet, why was he supposed to care?
Lieutenant Abe, one of three women on the staff and separate from Abe with the cane or Abe without an arm, was the only officer who had ever made a combat sortie with her kanmusu: she'd donned scuba gear with a rebreather and joined her submarines for an ambush of an Abyssal bombardment force steaming through Bungo Suido. Everyone else envied her for that somewhat, tempered by the fact they also thought she was probably a bit unbalanced considering she'd actually tried to do it. What it meant for others' evaluation of her mental state that she had not only tried to join her submarines in battle, but had actually done so, was not discussed in polite company.
Lieutenant Commander Nishimura, whose lost two fingers made the battleships constantly mistake him for Isoroku Yamamoto when they weren't mistaking him for his distant relative Shoji, openly hated the fact he commanded the ship his distant relative had died on. Not because he held it against Yamashiro, but because she was constantly apologizing to him for something he honestly did not care about. He really just wanted it all to stop.