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Somewhere along the skyway, a U.S. bomb-group commander signaled over the interplane radio to P-47s buzzing above the Fortress formation: "Jesus, you guys look good up there." Fighter pilots grinned behind their oxygen masks. Gone were the days when bomber gunners used to spray lead at any fighter that strayed too close...
...swept out to sea echeloned in a single long line to the right, then dropped down until the ocean surface almost touched the bellies of our planes and the props lifted spray into the air, filling our mouths with a salty taste. . . . The first sign of action was a Jap multi-motored plane staining the sky with smoke as it fell into the sea. A P-38 had dropped on it from above. Almost within spitting distance a green Zero with red balls on its wings came up bravely beneath our tail, climbing and wheeling at the same time...
Once again in the newspapers came a purse-stirring rash of headlines about the beautiful washers, irons, refrigerators and other aids to streamlined living that are just around the corner. But once again the spray of news evaporated. What was left: the citizenry, some time in 1944, will probably get 2,000,000 standardized, $35 electric irons, about one-third of peak production (1941); there may also be a few new refrigerators and washing machines...
This was the year the apple growers expected to clean up. They nearly went broke in the '30s, when they cut down 9,000 acres of trees they could no longer afford to spray, and went so terribly in the red that the average debt was $750 per acre. But by 1941 prices went up; the demand for Wenatchee's luxury apples was brisk. That fall, when Shipper Reuben Benz wangled a freight reduction, the growers were riding so high that they gave him 3,100 silver dollars, trundled into a banquet room in a wheelbarrow...
...abreast of the Navy patrol vessel marking our line of departure, the assault waves bunched up and shells fell in among them. We needed no order. We broke column, went into a skirmish position and throbbed toward shore like so many racing boats, close together, with motors roaring and spray flying...