All the way from Washington, Chester Nimitz had studied the statistics of disaster. None conveyed so urgently the task that faced him as the sight that met the admiral at Pearl Harbor on Christmas Day, 1941. Where three weeks earlier the proudest flagships of the U.S. Navy had swung at anchor, only small boats plied through the oil slick, still bringing ashore the dead crewmen of a dead fleet.
Thirty-seven years earlier, his Annapolis classbook had taken a curiously prophetic bearing on the sailor who was to lead his nation out of the greatest naval disaster...
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