Days of Infamy (Pearl Harbor)
Harry Turtledove
Language: English
Pages: 528
ISBN: 0451460561
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
On December 7, 1941, the Japanese launched an attack against United States naval forces stationed in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. But what if the Japanese followed up their air assault with an invasion and occupation of Hawaii? With American military forces subjugated and civilians living in fear of their conquerors, there is no one to stop the Japanese from using the islands' resources to launch an offensive against America's western coast.
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mean,” Wenzel said. Dillon lazily flipped the other noncom the bird. He knew Wenzel was as eager to get within rifle range of the Japs as he was. Two days later, his company commander summoned him to his office. Captain Braxton Bradford was as Southern as his name; he had a Georgia drawl thick enough to slice. “How would you like to make gunnery sergeant, Dillon?” he asked, stretching Les’ surname out into three syllables. “What do I have to do, sir?” Dillon asked eagerly. He couldn’t think of
concerned, work was work, and one day as good for it as another. Maybe Hiroshi and Kenzo had different ideas. If his sons did, they’d never had the nerve to say anything about them. If he’d sent them out in the sampan while he stayed home and slept, they might have. As things were, his example pulled them along. If he was willing—even eager—to get out of bed before sunrise and head for Kewalo Basin, how could they tell him they didn’t want to? They couldn’t. They hadn’t yet, anyhow. Some
wished she could fix herself a good stiff drink. But Fletch had taken most of the booze when he left (she’d been glad to see it go, too—then), and the rest had been confiscated along with the food. She was stuck with her own thoughts, no matter how much she hated them. The thunk of the sword as it slammed into Mr. Murphy’s neck . . . That last blink after he was—after he had to be—dead . . . “Oh, Jesus,” she moaned: as close to a prayer as had passed her lips in years. The worst of it was,
moved farther south, down toward the sea—makai, they said here, without seeming to know that wasn’t really an English word. The Japanese were pushing forward, the Americans falling back. That was how it had gone since the beginning. But the Americans couldn’t fall back any more, not if they were going to have any real chance of holding on. They were falling back anyhow. No doubt that said they had no real chance. Fletch scowled. He didn’t want to think about that. He said, “We’d better move back
away to catch. The other girls just shrugged, which told him nothing. Elsie squared her shoulders. She kept walking. When she came to where Kenzo was working, she nodded and said, “Hello, Ken. How are you?” He felt like cheering. Instead, he nodded back. “I’m okay. How are you? Is your family all right?” “I’m . . . here,” she answered. That could have meant anything. “My family’s safe, yes. How about you? I see your brother’s here.” “Yes.” Kenzo nodded jerkily. “And my father’s fine. My
