NIGHT ATTACK
[Official N.Z.E.F. War Correspondent] Aboard A Motor Torpedo Boat, December 28. Death is riding on wings of white sea spray to-night towards any ship the enemy may try to sneak through Solomons waters to supply his beleaguered ground forces on Guadalcanal’. We are riding with it in a fierce little ship that is all guns and high-powered motors and fat torpedoes. This is one of the “monsters with flapping wings”—the motor torpedo boats of the United States Navy—for which the Japanese learned a healthy respect in the Battle of the Philippines. He is learning more about them here; as they sweep the calm but sinister sea that lies between his bases and Gualalacanar. Their swift stabs in the night have sent at least three enemy ships of war to the bottom and have damaged several others. Fast, elusive and powerfully armed, the torpedo boats are a constant thorn in the enemy’s side. They roam with impunity across his slender, fast dwindling sup- ; ply line, and when they strike they strike hard, and often are gone before the Jap knows what has hit him. Our search for targets to-night has been in vain. Perhaps the night is too bright and clear for the enemy to risk any more of his ships; he has found these waters filled with danger in much poorer visibility than this. But it is still exciting to feel the ship surge forward at every hgnt touch on her throttles, her bow riding high and her wake churning behind;to lis- • ten to the radio chatter between aircraft and shore stations and other ’ boats; and to creep close into the I Japanese beach head—a venture that I seems to emphasise our mastery of j this stretch of sea. I It’s exciting, too, to sit in the open i cockpit with the blue-eyed young l navy Lieutenant in command and hear what might have happened tonight—what really did happen not so many nights ago to this same and this same crew. He gives us a picture of the squadron heading out from its base into a night far blacker than this; all that can be seen of the boats Is the dim white trail of foam behind each stern. The crews are tensely on the alert, and the officers in the cockpits constantly swing their binoculars around the horizon. The enemy is known to be attempting desperately to get supplies through under cover of night by destroyer and even submarine, and it is almost certain he will try to make full use of this blackness, i Suddenly the two-way radio crackles, and words come—clear, cool urgent. One of the two boats has sighetd something, a black, uneven shape, just distinguishable against a slightly less black sky And there are more than one—there are seven, and they are destroyers, and they are Japanese. They steam in a tight column, m line astern, past Savo Island, a mere five miles off the coast of Guadalacanar. Our torpedo boat moves slowly in for the kill. The noise of the engines has dropped from a roar to a mur, and her white wake fades. She picks out the leading enemy for hei I own. The young skipper plans ms attack with cool deliberation, for the Japanese destroyers steam on unaware of, the ambush. From an extreme range, two torpedoes umtle one after the other into the black ■waters. , Our boat swings quietly away, ana the crew watches with suppressed excitement. Two sudden red flashes —and then a fury of flame and plosion; that means the violent deaur of the enemy ship. The Japanese did not know what hit them that night. They did not know what to shoot back at. When the rest of the pack oi our toipedo boats had crept in and struck scoring three more hits, the enemy broke and ran in confusion. Dawn is spreading its pale light over the glassy sea. The radio crackles again, and we hear the voice of the squadron commander in the leading boat: “I’m hungry—let’s go. And we race home to a better breakfast than the Japs on Guadalcanal will ever gelt.
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Grey River Argus, 22 January 1943, Page 2
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690NIGHT ATTACK Grey River Argus, 22 January 1943, Page 2
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