Almost every day U.S. Army Liberators bombed the Marshalls; once they paid two visits between dawn and dusk. The big bombers pummeled Wot je's drome, tore up Taroa's runways, buildings and anchorage, damaged Jaluit's shore defenses, all secretly installed since the Japs took over this mandate from the unsuspecting League of Nations in 1920.
To the enemy the drumbeat cadence of the attack could mean only one thing. Now that the Gilberts had fallen, the Marshalls were next. The stern, long march to Tokyo had barely begun. But it had been started.
Atolls of War....
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