HEROES: Flame of Glory

It was the 13th day of Wake's hopeless, gallant fight. For the first time since the Japanese had struck on the morning of Dec. 8, the bright, pitiless Pacific sky was dulled. Over that tiny speck of sand on the 167th meridian east of Greenwich the clouds hung mercifully low. Those Marines of the original 378 who were still on their feet worked with tight-lipped earnestness against the next attack.

From the sky to the well-tuned ears on Wake came the rumble of engines. But this time Wake's men did not have to...

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