“He just got out–fell out–of a cab,” the burly man said. ‘ “Garvey, my boy,” Capt. James M. B. Whittaker said, “if one didn’t know!
tee, one would suspect that you have been communing with John Barleyce “You know him?” the burly man asked.
Whittaker nodded. ‘ “Sir, I wish to volunteer,” Garvey said, very thickly, i “Volunteer? For what?”
“You’re going into the Philippines,” Garvey said.
“I want to go with y “So much for the big secret,” It. Hammersmith said, chuckling.
“You’re drunk, Garvey,” Whittaker said.
“no, I’m not,” Garvey said righteously.
“I’ll take care of Garvey,” Whittaker said.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t know, Captain,” the burly man said.
“I think I better see what the duty officer has to say” “Hey,” Whittaker said, smiling, but with a layer of steel just beneath the surface.
“I said, I’ll take care of Garvey.”
“Not only am I a much faster operator than the lieutenant,” Garvey said, “but you’ll be working a Navy net–” “Garvey!
“Whittaker said, sharply.
“Shir?”
“Sssshhhh,” Whittaker said.
“Yes, shir,” Garvey said obediently. Hammersmith laughed. Garvey looked at him with hurt eyes.
“That will be all, thank you,” Whittaker said to the burly man.
“You understand, Captain, that I’ll have to make a report of this,” the burly man said.
“You just report that you turned him over to me,” Whittaker said evenly.
“Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” the burly man said after a moment’s hesitation. Then he left the kitchen.
Garvey was making a valiant and unsuccessful effort to stand at attention.
He swayed.
“If I may make a suggestion?” It. Hammersmith said.
“By all means,” Capt. Whittaker said.
“Why don’t we each take one arm and guide him to a place of rest? Before he falls down, I mean?”
“Splendid suggestion, Lieutenant,” Whittaker said, as he made for Garvey.
They had just about made it to the kitchen door when it swung inward and Cynthia Chenowith came in.
“What in the world?” she demanded.
“You remember Garvey, of course, Cynthia?” Whittaker said.
“He’s drunk!” Cynthia said.
“Didn’t I tell you Cynthia was perceptive?” Whittaker said.
“what’s he doing here?” Cynthia said.
“Where are you taking him?”
“We’re putting him to bed,” Hammersmith said.
“Not here, you’re not,” Cynthia said.
“I’m going to get Chief Ellis back here Ad let him handle this.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Cynthia,” Whittaker said.
“Make a real effort.”
“Now, just a minute, Jimmy!” Cynthia said.
“Cynthia?” Whittaker said.
“What?”
“Sssshhhh,” Whittaker said, and by that time, Whittaker and Hammersmith were through the kitchen door, with Garvey more or less suspended between them.
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0615 Hours 12 February 1943
Canidy was late. He had been expected at 0600. And It. Hank Darmstadter had been waiting to go since he had awakened, after a restless night, at quarter to four. When he looked out the window, there was thick fog, so thick that flight in his Troop Carrier Squadron would not even have been considered. It was likely that the fog would keep them from flying, but there was no one at 0345 whom he could ask.
Dolan knocked on Darmstadter’s door at 0500 and seemed surprised to find him wearing the high-altitude flight gear over his uniform.
“Why don’t you leave that sheepskin gear here?” Dolan suggested.
“I
thought we’d ride over and get breakfast in the Air Corps mess.”
Dolan ate a hearty, air-crew-about-to-go-on-a-combat-mission breakfast, complete with real eggs and a slice of ham. Darmstadter’s Troop Carrier Squadron had not gone on combat missions and consequently had been issued no fresh eggs, so they should have been a real treat. But he was so nervous he had no appetite, and he ate them only because he told himself he needed the nutrition.
A jeep took them to the revetment where the B-25G had been readied for flight. Dolan made a careful, if leisurely, preflight examination of the aircraft, then hoisted himself onto the hood of the jeep and waited for Canidy to show up.
“You think we’re going to go, Commander?” Darmstadter asked. When Dolan’s eyes rose in question, Darmstadter added, “The fog?”
“What I’m wondering about is where’s Canidy?” Dolan said.
For lack of some better way to kill time, Darmstadter walked around the airplane again. Knowing that he was not only to be checked out in the