Only wavering shadows marked the ships of Task Force 58, flung wide over the Philippine Sea. From the bridge of the flagship, a small, wiry man strained his eyes into the grey darkness. It was June 19, 1944, the second day of the Battle of the Philippine Sea, and the planes were still out. This small, wiry man calculated the risks: Jap snoopers were probably near by, there were always submarines.
But mainly he thought of the pilots —tired, wounded perhaps, running low on gas while they searched the shadowy sea for their carriers. Then he made his decision: "Turn...
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