"—Danger!—Must get away from here—"
Craig caught the shouted words. The thundering roar of the anti-aircraft barrage drowned out the rest.
No one paid any attention to Michaelson. They were watching the sky.
The planes had released their bombs.
For some reason they were not attacking their normal target, the carrier. Perhaps a second flight was making a run over the carrier. The first flight was bombing the battleship.
The Idaho was their target.
Craig could feel the great ship tremble as she tried to swerve to avoid the bombs. A destroyer would have been able to spin in a circle but 35,000 tons of steel do not turn so easily.
The bombs were coming down. Craig could see them in the air, little black dots growing constantly larger. Fighter planes were tearing great holes in the formation of the bombers. Few of the Jap ships would ever return to their base. But their job was already done.
The bombs hit.