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408 | John W. Warner IV good enough for tanks. When the war ends my wife will fetch me. They!! wine and dine you at the Waldorf if you help the Allied war effort, chuckled Bea. Hmmff. Better than a prison camp. No, I cannot do that. Perhaps Henry Ford will let me stay with […]

Lion, Tiger, Bear I 409 damn! Bernie clicked the mic. X Flapjack Five, received and understood, I repeat, received and understood, over and out. All right people, were in business. Porsche adjusted further. Any better? A little, thanks, said Bea. Speed now 212 kph. Bernie plotted on the chart. Make your heading 0-7-8 degrees. Lets

410 | John W. Warner IV Well theyre aggressing now! exclaimed Bea. Hit badly, a burning Russian fighter started his suicide run. Hes going to ram us! yelled Geer. Everyone watched in horror as the plane barreled in. Alice noticed the warning yellow light on the panel. Did anyone notice the cargo bay door was

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 411 What goddam catastrophe do we have now? asked Bernie as they came back to the cockpit. He plotted a new course. Come to course 1-1-2 degrees southeast. Its 4352 kilometers to Midway. Thats around twenty hours flight time at 212 kph if we can maintain it. He went to the

412 | John W. Warner IV X Mount Weather to Flapjack Five, received and understood Set your time to 07:12 local. Plan Victor-XRay in effect, repeat, Plan Victor-X Ray in effect. Will advise, over. Alice adjusted one of the 24-hour clocks to Midway time. Set. Schafer asked: I wonder what day or even month it

31 09:12 hours. Mist. Altitude 950 meters and dropping, said Bea, her concern growing as the visibility dropped. Airspeed dropping too, 46 kph. Rain shower ahead. Will this rig float, Professor? asked Alice of Porsche. At the chart table, he made some paper calculations, drawing an outline of the Bear. The cargo bay is sealed

414 | John W. Warner IV Sometimes its whether or not a sub captain had a good nights sleep. As Bernie and Gwafa returned, Bea yelled: Twenty millimeter fire, both subs! Tracer rounds bounced off the nose. They definitely dont have the flippinword! Cmon! You fire to starboard, Ill do it to port. Bernie lowered

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 415 insulated cryogenic cooling pipes. Condensation froze on all surfaces. The chief pushed the power levers to all ahead fall plus. Lets get our asses outta here! He then shut the pressure hatch and sealed it tight. The generator went hot orange.Through the porthole, he saw the indicator dials pass maximum

416 | JohnW. Warner IV At the northern spit of Midway Atoll, Bea put the Bear down on a long sandy stretch of beach after the Crazy Horse had disengaged from below. Landing buffers set to a standard three meters, she shut down all switches on the panel. AU stop. Warm moist salt air filtered

Lion, Tiger, Bear | 417 the green light. Rules were bent, security was relaxed on wartime emergency grounds. It was a miracle of timing and logistics. Shocked, he replied: Ten months? Thats impossible.. .by my reckoning only six or seven weeks have passed, although.. .it was really hard to measure time underground. Underground? Simpson handed