"I didn't know that."
"Captain Pickering had him added to the list." "Damn that man!"
"I don't think the Secretary would want us to send Banning in any event, Sir. He sent him over there." "That's right, isn't it? I'd forgotten." "Sir, isn't there someone in the First Division who could take over?"
"I asked the same question. Do you know Captain Ringer,
Bill Ringer?"
"Yes. That's right. He's there, too, isn't he? S-2 of the 5th."
"He's dead, or missing, too. And a Lieutenant named Cory. You know Cory?"
"He was a civilian here. Navy communications. He was commissioned only a couple of months ago."
"Knox's aide-Haughton. He's not his aide. What do they call him?"
"Administrative Assistant, Sir."
"Haughton was all exercised that Cory might have had access to MAGIC."
"Did he?"
"No. What I would really like to know is what the hell went on over there to take out the Division Two, the 5th Marines Two, and a Japanese linguist all at once. The last after-action report I saw didn't show a hell of a lot going on over there."
"And the Commandant didn't know?"
"You mean did he know and wouldn't say? I don't think he knew a thing more than he told me. We were talking about Major Banning."
"Banning is out, Sir."
"Yes, of course," Forrest said. "I must be getting senile.
Suggestions, Rickabee?"
"We have a man in Brisbane. His name is Dailey. Lieutenant Colonel. Ex-aviator. He was in Berlin before the war as an assistant Naval attach‚."
"What's he doing in Brisbane?"
"He's liaison officer between MacArthur and Nimitz."
"How do you know about him?" Forrest asked, and when: Rickabee hesitated, snapped, "Come on. I've got to get back to the Commandant tonight with a name."
"Sir, I sort of stashed him over there."
"Stashed?"
"As a replacement, Sir, a supernumerary, in place. In case anything happened to Ed Banning. Or some other people. He has gone through the FBI background check."
"MAGIC?"
"No, Sir. I would be surprised if he ever heard the term. But, if it came to that, I would feel easy about clearing him for access to MAGIC."
"Could he handle being a division two?"
"I think so, Sir. He wouldn't be a Frank Goettge..."
"You just lost your supernumerary, Rickabee. Now, what about a regimental two to replace Captain Ringer?"
"Sir, I have no idea what to do about that."
"Don't try to tell me you don't have any linguists you can spare."
"I don't have any linguists I can spare, General," Rickabee said. "Wait a minute..."
"Well?"
"I found a kid at Parris Island. He was supposed to go to Quantico for a commission. But Banning wanted a linguist, so we put sergeant's stripes on him and sent him to Australia."
"He's a linguist?"
"Yes, Sir. Fluent Japanese. Reads and writes."
"How critically does Banning need a linguist?"
"I'm sure he would say he needs one desperately, Sir."
"I'm asking you."
"I think if Banning doesn't have this kid, General, and needs a linguist, he will either do it himself or he'll find someone in Australia. Secretary Knox sent Pickering's secretary over there, now that I think about it. She's a Japanese-language linguist. She's cleared for MAGIC, too."
"I presume the sergeant has had no access to MAGIC?"
"I'm sure he hasn't, Sir."
"I want his name and serial number, and the supernumerary's name and serial number. You have them, I presume?"
"Yes, Sir. Sir, the order to appoint a liaison officer between; CINCPAC and MacArthur came from the Secretary. He ; might not like having him reassigned."
"Let him make that decision. I'll make a note of what this officer is doing on the buck slip I give to the Commandant. Is there someone around here who can type it up for me? It would save me a trip to Eighth and 'I.'" "Yes, Sir. That'll be no problem."
(Four)
HEADQUARTERS, FIRST MARINE DIVISION
GUADALCANAL, SOLOMON ISLANDS
17 AUGUST 1942
Both Major General Alexander Archer Vandergrift, the division commander, and Captain Fleming Pickering, USNR (acting) Division G-2, went down to the beach when the destroyers appeared on the horizon.
Vandergrift was wearing sweat-streaked, soiled khakis and a steel helmet; and he was armed with a.45 Colt automatic pistol suspended from a web pistol belt. Pickering was wearing utilities, a utility cap, and carried a Springfield rifle in the crook of his arm. There were four destroyers.
"They're older than most of the boys, Fleming, do you realize that?" Vandergrift said to Pickering.
"I thought they looked familiar," Pickering said. "I remember seeing them." "In France?"
"No. They had some tied up in Washington state. And somewhere on the East Coast. Virginia. I remember thinking that it was a stupid idea, they'd never get them ready for sea again after tying them up for twenty years. I'm glad to see I was wrong." Vandergrift snorted.
The destroyers came in in a line. The first in line slowed; water was churning at its stern as the engines were put in reverse.
One, and then another, and finally a line of landing craft from the Lunga Boat Pool headed away from the beach toward the destroyers.
Pickering handed a pair of binoculars to General Vandergrift.
The General examined them before he put them to his eyes.
"Leitz 8x5Os," he said. "Why do I suspect these aren't issue?"
"My father gave those to me when I got my first officer's license. They don't wear out. I thought they might come in useful."
Vandergrift took the binoculars from his eyes and handed them back to Pickering.
"If the Japanese know about those destroyers, they're in trouble," he said.
Pickering looked through them at the landing craft. Each carried a half dozen Marines, most of them wearing only their undershirts. They were a work party, men taken from their units to function as stevedores.
During the planning process for this operation, the Marines had asked for sailors to manhandle supplies; but the Navy had refused. That question, he thought, would have to be resolved before the next Marine amphibious landing.
As they handed the binoculars back and forth, Pickering and Vandergrift watched sailors on the deck of the nearest destroyer unlashing 55-gallon barrels and then manhandling them to the rail. Life boat davits had been jury-rigged to lower the barrels into the landing craft.
Five minutes later, the first landing barge started for the beach.
"There's an officer standing next to the coxswain," Vandergrift said, handing the binoculars back to Pickering.
"And for the rest of his career, he can command attention in the officer's club by beginning a sentence, 'When I was on the beach at Guadalcanal...' " Pickering said.
"Fleming, have you ever heard that old saw about people who live in glass houses?" Vandergrift said.
Pickering looked at him in surprise and saw Vandergrift smiling at him.
"Touch‚, General," Pickering said.
We have become friends, Pickering thought. It didn't take long.
When the landing barge touched on the beach and dropped its ramp, a dozen Marines who had been waiting on shore went up the ramp and began rolling the 55-gallon barrels onto the beach.
The officer who had been standing next to the coxswain came ashore. When he arrived, he spoke to another officer, who looked around and then pointed to Vandergrift and Pickering.
The officer made his way up the beach to them. He was wearing a steel helmet, and he carried a pistol on a web belt. He even wore canvas puttees. His khaki uniform was starched. There was a crease in his trousers.
"Natty, wouldn't you say?" Vandergrift said softly. The officer saluted. Vandergrift and Pickering returned it. "Sir, I'm Lieutenant Goldberg. I'm executive
officer of the Gregory."
"We're very glad to see you, Mr. Goldberg," Vandergrift said. "Welcome to Guadalcanal. I really regret the division band is otherwise occupied. You really deserve a serenade." "Thank you, Sir."
"What have you got for us, Mr. Goldberg?"
"Each of us is carrying 100 drums of AvGas, Sir, and eight drums of Aviation lubricants. We also have some aircraft bombs, one hundred pounders, and linked.50 caliber ammo. And there's some tools."
"Chamois? I especially asked for chamois."
"Yes, Sir, there are several cartons of chamois."
"Thank God, for that. The AvGas wouldn't have done us any good without a means to filter it."
"There's chamois, Sir," Goldberg said. "And we're carrying some tools. The Little and the Calhoun have some ground crewmen aboard, too."
"At the risk of repeating myself, Mr. Goldberg, you are very welcome indeed."
"And I have this for you, General," Goldberg said and handed Vandergrift an unsealed envelope.
Vandergrift took a sheet of paper from the envelope, glanced at it, and handed it to Pickering.
"I got my copy of this last night," he said. "I don't think you've seen it."
Pickering took it. It was a radio message, all typed in capital letters.
URGENT
SECRET
FROM: CINCPAC
TO: COMMANDER DESTROYER FORCE TWENTY INFORMATION: COMMANDING GENERAL FIRST MARINE DIVISION
1. BY DIRECTION OF THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY YOU WILL TRANSPORT FROM YOUR DESTINATION TO
SUCH PLACE AS WILL BE LATER DIRECTED CAPTAIN FLEMING PICKERING, USNR, PRESENTLY ATTACHED HQ FIRST MARDIV.
2. YOU WILL ADVISE CINCPAC, ATTENTION: IMMEDIATE AND PERSONAL ATTENTION OF CINCPAC, WHEN
YOU HAVE SAILED FROM YOUR DESTINATION WITH CAPTAIN PICKERING ABOARD.
BY DIRECTION: D.J. WAGAM, REARADM USN
Pickering looked at Vandergrift, who smiled.
"Lieutenant Goldberg, may I present Captain Pickering?" Vandergrift said.
"How do you do, Sir?" Goldberg said. His surprise was evident. He had not expected to see a Navy Captain in Marine Corps utilities, carrying a Springfield rifle like a hunter.
"I think I've just been sandbagged, as a matter of fact," Pickering said.
"That boat is about ready to go back out to the Gregory, Captain Pickering. Don't you think you had better get on it? I'm sure her captain wants to get underway as soon as possible."
Pickering didn't reply.
"Major Stecker was good enough to pack your gear, Captain," Vandergrift said, and pointed to the landing barge.
Pickering saw Jack NMI Stecker handing a bag to one of the Marines on the barge. It was the bag he brought with him from the command ship USS McCawley when he'd come ashore.
"I know I've been sandbagged," Pickering said. "I gather there is no room for discussion?"
"Thank you for your services, Captain Pickering," Vandergrift said. "They have been appreciated by all hands."
Vandergrift handed Pickering the Ernest Leitz binoculars.
"General, I would be honored if you would hang onto those," Pickering said.
Vandergrift looked at the binoculars and then met Pickering's eyes.
"That's very kind of you, Fleming, thank you," he said. He put out his hand to Pickering.
Pickering had to grab the Springfield rifle with his left hand in order to take Vandergrift's hand with his right.
Then he held the rifle up.
"I won't need this any more, will I?"
"Why don't you take it with you?" Vandergrift said. "If nothing else, you could hang it on your wall. Then for the rest of your life, you could command attention by pointing to it and beginning a sentence, 'when I was on the beach at Guadalcanal...' "
"Touch‚, again, General."
"Bon voyage, Fleming," Vandergrift said. "I look forward to seeing you again."
He touched Pickering's arm and then walked away.
(Five)
WATER LILY COTTAGE
MANCHESTER AVENUE
BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA
0815 HOURS 17 AUGUST 1942
Mrs. Ellen Feller had just about finished dressing when she heard the crunch of tires on the driveway. A few seconds later, the double slamming of the front doors told her that Sergeant John Marston Moore had returned to the cottage.
The slamming doors annoyed her. She was already annoyed. Lieutenant Pluto Hon had been summoned to Townesville by Major Ed Banning-for reasons Banning had not elected to tell her. And that meant she was going to have to spend all day in the dark, damp cell two floors underground at SHSWPA. And probably do the same thing all day tomorrow, too. Someone had to be available to deliver MAGIC intercepts to Generals MacArthur and Willoughby, and since Banning and Hon were in Townesville, and Moore was officially not supposed to know even what MAGIC meant, that left her.
When she looked at her watch and saw that it was only a quarter after eight, she was even more annoyed. She had told him to pick Hon up at the Commerce Hotel and deliver him to the airport; then to stop at the Cryptographic Facility, pick up what had come in, and run it through the machine; and then, 'about nine, Baby, come pick me up.' "
She decided she knew what was in his mind, the horny little devil, and while that was flattering, now was not the time. She had just spent an hour washing and doing her hair, and if that happened, as appealing as it was, she would have to go through the whole process again, starting with the shower.
The door to her bedroom was flung open.
"You ever think of knocking?"
"Sorry," he said, visibly unrepentant. "Take a look at these."
There was something important in the overnights, she thought. He doesn't have that delightfully shyly naughty look in his eyes.
She took the two sheets of onion skin from him, and read them.
URGENT SECRET
HQ USMC WASHDC 2205 15AUG42
VIA: SUPREME HEADQUARTERS
SOUTHWEST PACIFIC AREA
TO: COMMANDING OFFICER
USMC SPECIAL DETACHMENT 14
1. ON RECEIPT OF THIS MESSAGE SGT JOHN M. MOORE IS DETACHED FROM USMC SPECDET 14, ATTACHED
HQ FIRST MARDIV, AND WILL PROCEED THERETO IMMEDIATELY.
2. YOU ARE AUTHORIZED TO INFORM SHSWPA THAT AN URGENT REQUIREMENT FOR JAPANESE-LANGUAGE
LINGUISTS EXISTS WITHIN FIRST MARDIV AND REQUEST OF THEM HIGHEST POSSIBLE AIR TRANSPORTATION PRIORITY FOR SERGEANT MOORE.
BY DIRECTION: H.W.T.FORREST, BRIGGEN USMC
ACOFSG-2
URGENT
CONFIDENTIAL
HQ USMC WASHDC 2207 15 AUG42
TO: LT COL GEORGE F. DAILEY
CINCPAC LIAISON OFFICER
SUPREME HEADQUARTERS SOUTHWEST PACIFIC AREA
INFORMATION: CINCPAC ATTN: CHIEF OF STAFF
COMMANDING GENERAL 1ST MARINE DIVISION
1. ON RECEIPT OF THIS MESSAGE YOU ARE DETACHED FROM PRESENT DUTIES AND WILL PROCEED
IMMEDIATELY TO HEADQUARTERS FIRST MARDIV FOR DUTY AS ASSISTANT CHIEF OF STAFF, G-2. THIS MESSAGE CONSTITUTES AUTHORITY FOR AAAA AIR TRAVEL PRIORITY.
2. YOU ARE AUTHORIZED TO INFORM SHSWPA THAT THE EXIGENCIES OF THE SERVICE MAKE THIS
TRANSFER NECESSARY AND THAT A LIAISON OFFICER TO REPLACE YOU WILL BE ASSIGNED AT THE EARLIEST POSSIBLE TIME.
3. IF POSSIBLE, AND TO THE DEGREE THAT IT WILL NOT REPEAT NOT INTERFERE WITH YOUR
MOVEMENT TO FIRST MARDIV, YOU ARE DIRECTED TO FACILITATE THE MOVEMENT TO FIRST MAR DIV OF SERGEANT J.M.MOORE, PRESENTLY ASSIGNED USMC SPECIAL DETACHMENT 14.
BY DIRECTION OF BRIG GEN FORREST:
F L RICKABEE, LTCOL, USMC
"I called Townesville," Moore said. "They either don't know where Banning is, or he doesn't want it known."
"I wonder why Rickabee signed the one to Dailey?" Ellen said, thoughtfully, "and General Forrest the one about you? And the one about you is classified Secret, and the one to Dailey only Confidential?"
"What the hell differe
nce does it make?" Moore asked, but he took the onion skins from her hand. "Probably because everything about the detachment is classified Secret but the name," he said.
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