«I'm sure we can handle that,» Lieutenant Schneider said, and reached for the speaker switch. «Chief of the Boat to the bridge,» he commanded.
Schneider saw that the Catalina was about to touch down. It created a huge splash, bounced back in the air, and then touched down again, this time staying on the surface of the water.
«I wish the seas were a little rougher,» Major Dillon said.
«Yeah,» Lieutenant Lewis agreed thoughtfully.
The Chief of the Boat, a first class bosun's mate who was at least five years older than PT-197's captain, came onto the bridge.
«Can you get the rubber boats over the side, Boats?» Lieutenant Schneider asked.
«Aye, aye, sir.»
Lieutenant Schneider saw that Major Dillon had a stopwatch in his hand. As he watched, he pushed the button to start it.
The helmsman was now pumping the generator.
«Seagull, how read?» Lieutenant Lewis said into his microphone, and a moment later said, «Five by five now, Jake.»
«Got it,» Dillon said.
«Bring it alongside,» Lewis ordered over the microphone.
The Catalina turned toward FT-197.
Lieutenant Schneider now understood the vague feeling he had had when he first saw the airplane. Normal Catalinas were originally conceived as observation aircraft; they were to be «the eyes of the fleet.» That meant they had a large
Plexiglas «blister» on each side of their fuselages to facilitate observation and, secondarily, to be used as a machine-gun position. There was also a machine-gun position on the bow.
The blisters and the forward machine-gun position on the Catalina approaching PT-197 were missing. They had been faired over with aluminum.
«Big Steve reports the main tanks have been topped off,» Lewis announced.
«Which should leave the auxiliaries nearly empty,» Dillon said. «The first thing we're going to do, Schneider, is move the avgas over there.»
«Which we will do with the sub's crew—for now, your guys—paddling the boats over to the plane twice,» Chief McGuire amplified. «We figure if they can carry ten jerry cans with them at a time.»
»
Sub's crew» ? What «sub's crew»
? Lieutenant (j.g.) Schneider wondered. But having been ordered not to ask questions, he didn't.
«If the seas aren't rough,» Lieutenant Lewis said.
«Like I said, I wish they were a little rougher,» Major Dillon said. «I think we have to count on something worse than this millpond.»
«If the water's too rough for the boats to carry three hundred and fifty pounds,» Chief McGuire argued, «it'll be too rough for the airplanes to land, much less take off.»
»
Airplanes» ? Plural? What the hell is going on
? Lieutenant Schneider wondered, but kept his mouth shut.
«Don't even think about that,» Dillon said.
«Worst case,» Lewis said. «They would have to try to land—they wouldn't have enough fuel to get back. I would really hate to have to jump into the Yellow Sea this time of year.»
«Jesus!» Chief McGuire said. «Let's see how this works, anyhow. Two trips over there and back, paddled by Schneider's men, and then a fifth trip with the weather guys—who don't come back—paddling.»
«Yeah,» Dillon said.
«Jake, I think I'm going to go over to the airplane in the first rubber boat,» McGuire said.
«I thought you said you were never going to get on another airplane as long as you live,» Dillon replied.
«I'm not going
flying
in it, for Christ's sake. I just want to see how topping off the auxiliary tanks works.»
Dillon looked at Lewis.
«Go ahead,» Lewis said. «Schneider, we need eight boat paddlers.»
«Sir, my men aren't experienced in rubber boats.»
«Yeah, we thought about that,» McGuire said. «We're trying to make this as realistic as possible.»
«What are we going to do with the jerry cans?» Lieutenant Lewis said.
«Fuck 'em,» Chief McGuire suggested. «Toss them in the water.»
«Where they would be spotted as debris by every other airplane flying over here,» Lewis said. «We don"t want that.»
«Empty, they'll float,» Dillon said. «Pete, if you're going over there, tie them together, and we'll pick them up.»
«Okay,» Chief McGuire said. «Why not? No problem.»
«For your general fund of nautical knowledge, Chief McGuire,» Lewis said, «the correct response should have been, 'Aye, aye, sir.' «
«Aye, aye, sir,» Chief McGuire said, smiling broadly. He left the bridge and stood on the deck of PT-197 watching the jerry cans of avgas being loaded into the rubber boats.
Schneider now saw that Major Dillon had not one but three stopwatches, all hanging from cords around his neck, and then, as the ferrying of the avgas to the Catalina was carried out, understood what he was doing with them.
He carefully timed how long it took each rubber boat to move to the Catalina and then return. He timed how long it took both boats to make the trip on a second stopwatch, and used the third to time how long the total operation took.
Finally the four trips paddled by PT-197 crewmen were completed. The weathermen were brought on deck from the tiny mess of PT-197. where they had been waiting, outfitted with Mae Wests, and then helped into one of the rubber boats.
«If they stay on the airplane, how's McGuire going to get back?» Lewis inquired.
«You heard what he said,» Dillon said. «Fuck 'em.»
«If we didn't need him, Major Dillon,» Lewis said. «I would readily concur with your recommendation, sir.»
Dillon chuckled.
«I think you better send the other boat back, Schneider, with a couple of extra paddlers,» Dillon ordered. «As Lieutenant Lewis points out, Chief McGuire cannot be left to paddle his own boat. We need him.»
«Aye, aye, sir.»
Ten minutes later, both rubber boats were back alongside PT-197, and Chief McGuire came back aboard.
«I'm not really happy with the topping off of the tanks,» he announced.
«What's wrong with it?» Lieutenant Lewis asked.
«Big Steve and I have a couple of ideas,» McGuire said. «This will work, but it can be done faster. Safer. With fewer fumes. Big Steve says he wouldn't want to shut down his engines in rough water in the Yellow Sea, and we don't want the airplanes to blow up.»
Lewis grunted, then leaned over the bridge and spoke to the helmsman.
«You want to start pumping that thing again, son?»
When the dials on the radio lit up, he picked up the microphone.
«I think that's it,» he announced. «You can head back to Ewa.» Then he turned to Lieutenant Schneider. «As soon as we get the boats back aboard, and the jerry cans, we can start for home,» he said. «And on the way, Major Dillon will explain to you what this is all about.»
note 73
chungking, china
1515 7 April 1943
The first thing Brigadier General Fleming Pickering noticed as the B-17 turned off the active runway onto a taxiway was the contrast between Espiritu Santo and here. Espiritu Santo was a forward base, but it was neat and clean and looked new. This was China, where very little was neat, clean, or new.