All of the crew had some wounds, but none of them were dangerous. Rosy’s pilots had escaped with scratches. Chick Enders had a bruised hand and a cut on his leg. Their hurts were just enough to get them “warmed up for a real fight,” as Hap Newton put it.
“When we land, we’ll stick with Rosy until she’s bombed and serviced for another run,” Chick suggested. “Only the pilots need to report to Colonel Bullock, and he won’t ground them for a couple of scratched faces. That way, we can take off with the other planes for the all-out attack.”
The plan was unanimously approved, but it was doomed to failure. Rosy O’Grady made a three-point landing, like the perfect lady she was, but as she rolled to a stop, Chick Enders groaned.
“There’s Colonel Bullock coming out to us in the jeep!” he exclaimed. “He’ll never let us take off without a real inspection. And that means we’ll miss the big fight!”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SLAUGHTER FROM THE AIR
Chick Enders’ prediction was only partly right. Colonel Bullock did order Sweet Rosy O’Grady and her fighting crew grounded for temporary repairs. But it was only for the rest of that day and night. To smash the Jap task force utterly, every bomber that could fly would be needed.
“Get those wounds dressed at once,” he ordered the eight bloodstained ragamuffins who faced him near Rosy’s shell-torn fuselage. “Then report to the mess shack. Fill your stomachs and hit the hay. If you’re all fit for duty tomorrow morning I’ll let you fly. And—er—congratulations on spotting that Jap task force, Blake! You’ve probably saved us a lot of ships and fighting men.”
Barry took the officer’s proffered hand, with an embarrassed smile.