The Mist Clears at Woleai
Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 6:23 am
Rear Admiral Ray Spruance picked up the Marine Binoculars off the hook on the side of the flying bridge. Even the air was soggy with tropical heat. The cordite suspended in the air after the two hour bombardment made Spruance's nose itch - it always did. A hot sun beat through the thick clouds which were finally lifting enough to see the shadow of the atoll ahead. Multiple wisps of multi-toned sooty smoke swirled upwards from the island to blend into the clouds above. Ahead , USS Chester and USS Northampton made a casual 10 knot gait in line astern to steam past the eastern tip of Woleai Atoll , to inspect their recently completed work. USS Salt Lake City paced them at the precise interval.
The airplanes from Big 'E' had all departed , home to roost under Halsey's gnarly wing.
Spruance passed his glance across the atoll from west to east. Not a crab stirred. Hulks of several seaplanes smoldered in the shallow water of the lagoon. Drooping wrecks of several anti-aircraft positions were placed in clever hollows and scrub around the airstrip as though they were bowing in submission, ashamed of their recent impotence. Small blackened boxes with protruding gun tubes showed the positions of the enemy's coastal artillery pieces - or where they used to be.
A few embers and oily splotches showed the remnants of aircraft and vehicles around the now sordid looking airstrip.
"Good work , Captain Zacharias" , Spruance issued, "There's nothing left here that can walk or crawl."
He took one last look through the binoculars.
"Ring up the Task Group , Captain. Make 30 knots on a heading of ... "
The airplanes from Big 'E' had all departed , home to roost under Halsey's gnarly wing.
Spruance passed his glance across the atoll from west to east. Not a crab stirred. Hulks of several seaplanes smoldered in the shallow water of the lagoon. Drooping wrecks of several anti-aircraft positions were placed in clever hollows and scrub around the airstrip as though they were bowing in submission, ashamed of their recent impotence. Small blackened boxes with protruding gun tubes showed the positions of the enemy's coastal artillery pieces - or where they used to be.
A few embers and oily splotches showed the remnants of aircraft and vehicles around the now sordid looking airstrip.
"Good work , Captain Zacharias" , Spruance issued, "There's nothing left here that can walk or crawl."
He took one last look through the binoculars.
"Ring up the Task Group , Captain. Make 30 knots on a heading of ... "