Off the mangy Hawaiian port of Kahului, a Japanese submarine crept closer toward shore in the dusk. A gun crew swarmed from her conning tower and gathered about the deck gun. Kahului, 90 miles by airline from Honolulu on the island of Maul, was going to get its first taste of war.
It was a fleeting taste. Flame from the gun stabbed the dusk and in Kahului mongrel dogs howled and ran for cover. A shell crashed ashore, In the dun-colored houses along Kahului's waterfront, stevedores and their women heard the gun again, like a door slamming, and again the crash of...
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