Part 53 (1/2)
”Where is she? What hospital?”
”Charleston,” Banning said.
”These are your orders, Colonel. You are to go up to the third floor of this building. There you will find a Korean woman named Di-san. You will order her to send an Urgent Message to the Commanding Officer, Marine Barracks, Charleston. Quote-Urgently require report status Mrs. Milla Banning, presently in Whatevertheh.e.l.l Hospital Charleston. Update hourly or more frequently, as necessary, until notified otherwise. Signature, Pickering, Brig. Gen. CIA Deputy Director for Asia-Unquote.”
”General, with respect, that's . . .”
”What? Not authorized?”
”No, sir.”
”Well, maybe not, Colonel. But the only person who can challenge me is a retired Army general named Smith, and I don't think he will. You have your orders, Colonel.”
After a long moment, Ed Banning said, ”Aye, aye, sir.”
He started back toward the entrance and then turned.
”Sir, I'd really be grateful if you could keep this between us.”
”You'd rather appear to be a horse's a.s.s than admit you have human emotions? Like h.e.l.l I will.”
Banning didn't reply, but neither did he continue toward the house.
”Get moving, Ed,” Pickering said. After a moment, Banning nodded and then walked quickly toward the house.
XIII.
[ONE].
USS BADOENG STRAIT BADOENG STRAIT (CVE-116) 39.58 DEGREES NORTH LAt.i.tUDE 128.33 DEGREES EAST LONGITUDE THE SEA OF j.a.pAN 1125 17 OCTOBER 1950 (CVE-116) 39.58 DEGREES NORTH LAt.i.tUDE 128.33 DEGREES EAST LONGITUDE THE SEA OF j.a.pAN 1125 17 OCTOBER 1950.
The Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait was at sea about fifty miles east of a midpoint between Hungnam and Wonsan. was at sea about fifty miles east of a midpoint between Hungnam and Wonsan.
There had not been much call for air strikes from any of the units of I ROK Corps, which was pursuing the retreating North Korean army up the rugged east coast of the Korean Peninsula.
With about two-thirds of his fuel remaining, Lieutenant Colonel William C. Dunn, USMC, had decided to take his three-Corsair flight north of Chongjin, which would place them close to the borders between North Korea and China, and North Korea and Manchuria.
He could then take a look around, then fly down the east coast of the peninsula, looking for targets of opportunity on the way back to the Badoeng Strait. Badoeng Strait.
For a number of reasons, starting with the fact that he was a good Marine officer who obeyed his orders, he was very careful not only not to cross the border but to keep far enough south of it so that it could not be credibly charged that he had violated either Chinese or Russian territory, even by mistake.
But he did take the flight inland far enough and high enough so that over extreme Northern Korea, he could look down and across the borders into both China and Manchuria.
He saw nothing that suggested the presence of troops ma.s.sed on either side of the border prepared to enter the conflict. He had in mind, of course, what McCoy had told him and the skipper in the captain's cabin on the Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait about 600,000 Chinese either on their side of the border, or already starting to cross into North Korea. about 600,000 Chinese either on their side of the border, or already starting to cross into North Korea.
It was possible, of course, that McCoy was dead wrong. It was also possible that McCoy was right. Again.
On the way back down the coast, they found the targets of opportunity they knew would be there, and made strafing pa.s.ses at North Korean troops either on the roads or hiding on either side of them. They stopped this only when the fuel available became sort of questionable and most of their ammunition had been expended. It made no sense to either run out of fuel or to return to the Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait with a lot of ammunition unfired. with a lot of ammunition unfired.
Colonel Dunn brought the flight down pretty close to the deck and flew over Socho-Ri. The H-19As were not in sight, which meant either that their camouflage was very good or that they were off someplace. He decided it was the camouflage, because Major Donald, the Army pilot, had told him they preferred to make their flights in the very early hours or just before nightfall, so as to provide as small a ”window of possible observation” as possible.
He dipped his wings as Marines on the ground, recognizing the gull-winged fighters, came out of the thatch-roofed, stone-walled houses and waved at them.
Then he climbed to 5,000 feet and headed for the Badoeng Strait. Badoeng Strait.
He landed last, as was his custom, caught the second wire, and was jerked to a halt.
As he hauled himself out of the c.o.c.kpit, he saw one of the s.h.i.+p's officers on the deck, obviously waiting for him.
The officer, a blond-headed lieutenant j.g., saluted as Dunn jumped from the wing root to the deck.
”Shooting back, were they, Colonel?”
”Excuse me?” Dunn asked as he returned the salute.
The j.g. pointed to the rear of the Corsair's fuselage and its vertical stabilizer.
”I'll be d.a.m.ned!” Dunn said. There were seven holes in the Corsair-five in the fuselage and two in the vertical stabilizer. They looked like .50-caliber holes.
”I didn't see any tracers coming close,” Dunn said, as much to himself as to the j.g.
”The captain's compliments, Colonel. The captain would be pleased if you would take lunch with him.”
”Would the captain be pleased to see me immediately, or more pleased after I've had a shower?”
”I think the captain would prefer the latter, sir,” the j.g. said, smiling.
”My compliments to the captain, Lieutenant.”
”Aye, aye, sir.”
Dunn went to the pilot's ready room and listened as Captain Jack Derwinski and Lieutenant Sam Williams, the two pilots who had flown the sortie with him, were debriefed by an air intelligence officer.
Finally, the AIO turned to him.
”Colonel?”
”I have nothing to add,” Dunn said. That was true. They had flown an observation/interdiction mission, seen nothing of interest, and engaged targets of opportunity-small units of North Korean ground troops-and then come home. Then he remembered, and added: ”There was some antiaircraft fire from the ground, probably .50-caliber machine gun.”
”How do you know that, Colonel? For the record.”
”Because there are seven half-inch holes in my fuselage and vertical stabilizer,” Dunn said, ”that I know weren't there when I took off.”
”No s.h.i.+t, Colonel?” Jack Derwinski said, obviously surprised. ”I didn't see any tracers.”
”Neither did I, Captain Derwinski,” Dunn said with a smile, ”which, as a devout believer in the adage that the one that gets you is the one you don't see, I find just a wee bit disconcerting.”