Dit Spinner by J.E. MacDonnell

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The land was a low-lying blur to port, across a
sea as flat as a river. The Fleet had moved in like a heavyweight boxer, punched and slashed the beaches, then hauled out to seaward past the rocket ships. All aircraft had been flown clear, with a few protecting fighters sailing over the Fleet in a fast, wide circle.
Watching from Howe, they saw the rocket ships, beetle shapes pregnant with threat. Then, abruptly, the craft launched a flaming holocaust from their sides, great spews of flame that stabbed skyward to resolve into the white tails of myriad rockets. For ten minutes it went on; then, with the final thundering rocket pattern scorching the beach, the Fleet prepared to fight.
Here is the story of the Pacific War, as JAMES E. MACDONNELL knew it. These are his personal recollections, his remembrance of the yarns and explanation of the terms which have formed the background of his many Naval stories.
It is enthralling experience, humorous incident, valorous action—relived by a master story-teller.