«Oh, hell, Charley. I've been in the office all day, and I would really like to know how long Auxiliary Two will be down. Find the driver, and we'll take a run out there.»
«Aye, aye, sir.»
When Commander Sloane's jeep approached Auxiliary Field #2, he was surprised and annoyed to find that the road was blocked by a Caterpillar D-6 bulldozer. He stood up in his jeep, holding on to the windshield. «Get that thing off the road!» he ordered.
The driver of the bulldozer shook his head, «no.» He was a stocky, barrel-chested, shirtless Seabee who wore his white cap with the rim turned all the way down and looked like a beach bum. Then, taking his good sweet time about it, he climbed off the 'dozer and walked to Commander Sloane's jeep, remembering at the last minute the quaint Navy custom that you were supposed to salute officers. «Good morning, Commander,» he said pleasantly.
«Couldn't you hear me, sailor? Get that 'dozer off the road!»
«It'll be a minute. McGuire's about to blow the pierced steel planking.»
«McGuire's about to do what?»
«Blow the runway,» the sailor replied.
«You mean dynamite it?»
«Yes, sir. He decided that would be the quickest way to get it up.»
Commander Sloane's attention was diverted when he heard the sound of wheels on the dirt road behind him. He turned and saw Admiral Henton's Plymouth staff car, his blue, two-starred flag flapping from a pole mounted to the fender.
Oh, my God.
Admiral Henton and his aide-de-camp got out of the car.
«Good afternoon, sir,» Commander Sloane said, and saluted.
«What's going on here?» Admiral Henton said, returning the salute and then shaking Commander Sloane's hand.
When in doubt, tell the truth. When in great doubt, tell the truth, but as little of it as possible.
«We're about to blow the runway, sir,» Commander Sloane said. «I was about to walk to the crest of the hill and see how things are going.»
»
Blow
the runway?» Admiral Henton asked. «Won't that make salvaging the pierced steel planking a little difficult?»
He had expected to see a crew of Seabees, armed with sledgehammers. They would sledgehammer the interlocking parts of one piece of pierced steel planking free from the adjacent piece of planking. The freed piece would then be loaded onto a truck and carted off for future use.
«Yes, sir, it will,» Sloane said.
This maniac McGuire is going to cost me my promotion!
Admiral Henton made a gesture indicating that Commander Sloane should lead the way to a place where they could see what was going on.
«Admiral,» the Seabee said, «I wouldn't go too far down the slope, if I was you.»
Admiral Henton turned and looked at him. «Thank you very much,» he said. «I'll be careful.»
«You never can tell how far some of that shit will fly when you do something like this,» the Seabee added.
The Admiral nodded, then gestured to Commander Sloane to again lead the way.
From the crest of the hill, the entire three thousand feet of runway could be seen.
Chief McGuire's complement of Seabees were scurrying all up and down the runway, some of them carrying sandbags. Lines of sandbags were laid across the runway at fifty foot intervals.
Neither Admiral Henton nor Commander Sloane could imagine what was going on. When Sloane looked around for Chief McGuire, he was annoyed—but not surprised—to find him standing on the canvas seat of a Caterpillar D-6 bulldozer parked fifty yards off the near end of the runway.
Chief McGuire was naked, except for a pair of khaki trousers cut off above the knees. A disgracefully beat up and dirty chief's brimmed cap on his head was the only symbol of his rank.
«Chief McGuire?» Admiral Henton inquired. «Is he the fellow on the bulldozer?»
«Yes, sir. Sir, in consideration of the heat, and the labor the men are performing, I allow considerable leeway in the way they dress.»
«I'm sure it gets hot as hell out here,» the Admiral said.
Chief McGuire got off the seat of the bulldozer and crawled up on the hood over the engine. «Clear!» he bellowed.
Faintly, Commander Sloane saw all the Seabees down the length of the runway run off the runway to seek shelter wherever they could find it, most often behind the bulk of eight bulldozers that were parked to the side of the runway.
Chief McGuire then jumped off his own bulldozer and disappeared from sight. He emerged a moment later at the wheel of a jeep that had been parked out of sight beside the 'dozer. He drove down the runway, slowing at each pile of sandbags. When he reached the end of the runway, he drove the jeep into a depression.
Very faintly at first, then more loudly and more clearly as it was repeated by Seabees along the edge of the runway, came the calclass="underline" «Fire in the hole!»
The first muffled roar came a moment after the last «fire in the hole!» call was shouted, soon followed by a series of roars. Clouds of smoke then appeared at regular intervals down the runway where there had been lines of sandbags.
«My God!» Admiral Henton exclaimed.
Before the smoke cleared, Chief McGuire reappeared in his jeep and started back down the runway toward them. Soon after that, 'dozer engines were revving, and all of the 'dozers started to back up to the side of the runway. Eye hooks were fastened to holes in the pierced steel planking, then to the bulldozers. An engine revved, and a section of runway one hundred feet wide and fifty feet long began to slide off to the side.
«By God, that's clever!» Admiral Henton exclaimed. «You are to be complimented on your initiative, Commander!»
«Thank you, sir.»
«I suppose that trucks will now—« the Admiral said, and interrupted himself as trucks appeared. «Very clever,» he said. «One crew can salvage the pierced steel, while another starts laying the runway foundation. I'll bet you didn't get that out of a book, did you, Commander?»
«We pride ourselves on innovation, sir,» Commander Sloane said.
Admiral Henton started down the hill. Commander Sloane and the Admiral's aide followed him. They arrived just as Chief McGuire reached the end of the runway.
He looked curiously at the Admiral, the Commander, and the Admiral's aide, then drove up to them. He saluted, but did not leave the jeep.
«That was very impressive, Chief,» the Admiral said. «How soon can you start preparing the runway?»
«The dump trucks with the gravel will be here any minute,» McGuire said. «While they're dumping, we'll start laying the forms. As soon as the 'dozers get the pierced steel out of the way, they'll start scraping. Then we'll get the graders going. With a little bit of luck, we should be able to pour maybe a hundred feet by the time it's dark. It'll be slower at night, of course, and I don't like to pour unless I can really see what I'm doing.»
He did not once use the term «Sir,» Commander Sloane noticed. If the Admiral noticed, he did not take offense.
«Well done, Chief,» the Admiral said.
«Commander Sloane said you needed this runway in a hurry,» McGuire said.
«Tell me, Chief, do you happen to know a Major Dillon, of the Marine Corps?»
«Sure, we're old buddies. He a friend of yours?»
«I don't have that privilege, I'm afraid,» Admiral Henton said. «May I ask where you and the Major know each other?»