Westward across the Pacific from the U.S. flew tall, taut Admiral Ernest King, Commander in Chief of the U.S. Fleet. Up from a post in the South Seas flew stocky, pugnacious Admiral William Halsey, Allied Commander in the South Pacific. At Pearl Harbor, in the chart-cluttered headquarters of white-haired, unhurried Admiral Chester Nimitz, Commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet, a conference took place.
Never had three sea dogs met with such consciousness of power. Here, across this sheltered, sun-warmed bay less than two years ago, the U.S. Navy lay writhing, its backbone...
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