Dark Seas | When the US Chose to Sacrifice Its Massive Naval Fleet @DarkDocsSeas | Uploaded September 2024 | Updated October 2024, 9 hours ago.
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It was the night of November 13, 1942. USS San Francisco silently steamed off Guadalcanal. On the bridge, Captain Cassin Young’s face was a mask of grim determination. Abruptly, Rear Admiral Daniel Callaghan delivered their orders; they were to engage the Japanese force, even when it was vastly superior in numbers and firepower.
With his voice barely above a whisper, Young told Callaghan they would not survive this. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of impending doom.
Callaghan’s reply was steady, resolute: (QUOTE) “I know. But we have to do it.”
Five cruisers and eight destroyers of Task Group 67.4 plowed through the inky blackness, each sailor aboard knowing they were sailing into the jaws of death. They were all that stood between a Japanese task force bent on obliterating Henderson Field, the vital American airstrip on Guadalcanal.
In the distance, the silhouette of Savo Island loomed, a dark sentinel guarding the approach to what would soon become a watery hell dubbed “Ironbottom Sound.”
Little did these brave men know that in the hours to come, they would be thrust into one of the most savage and chaotic naval battles in history. A fight so intense, so close-quartered, and brutal that it would be likened to: (QUOTE) “minnows in a bucket”... live bait.
As the American force steamed forward, Japanese battleships, cruisers, and destroyers were already splitting into deadly groups, setting the stage for a nightmarish collision of steel, fire, and flesh. In the balance hung not just the fate of Guadalcanal but potentially the entire Pacific campaign.
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It was the night of November 13, 1942. USS San Francisco silently steamed off Guadalcanal. On the bridge, Captain Cassin Young’s face was a mask of grim determination. Abruptly, Rear Admiral Daniel Callaghan delivered their orders; they were to engage the Japanese force, even when it was vastly superior in numbers and firepower.
With his voice barely above a whisper, Young told Callaghan they would not survive this. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of impending doom.
Callaghan’s reply was steady, resolute: (QUOTE) “I know. But we have to do it.”
Five cruisers and eight destroyers of Task Group 67.4 plowed through the inky blackness, each sailor aboard knowing they were sailing into the jaws of death. They were all that stood between a Japanese task force bent on obliterating Henderson Field, the vital American airstrip on Guadalcanal.
In the distance, the silhouette of Savo Island loomed, a dark sentinel guarding the approach to what would soon become a watery hell dubbed “Ironbottom Sound.”
Little did these brave men know that in the hours to come, they would be thrust into one of the most savage and chaotic naval battles in history. A fight so intense, so close-quartered, and brutal that it would be likened to: (QUOTE) “minnows in a bucket”... live bait.
As the American force steamed forward, Japanese battleships, cruisers, and destroyers were already splitting into deadly groups, setting the stage for a nightmarish collision of steel, fire, and flesh. In the balance hung not just the fate of Guadalcanal but potentially the entire Pacific campaign.
