Dutch Clarke -- the War Years

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Brian Psy.D. Ratty. Dutch Clarke -- the War Years
Chapter One
Reflections
Reality
Sergeant Crane
Always Faithful
Routine
The Fifth General Order
Ready on the firing line
Hurry and Wait
Liberty
The Gauntlet
The Brotherhood
Chapter Two
About Face
Tinsel City
Chapter Three
New Horizons
In Focus
Lights, Camera, Action
The Picture
Chapter Four
Respect
Virtue
Changes
On The Road
My Rabbi
Chapter Five
Pals
Black Jack Malone
Riku Togo
Turning Points
G-Men
Farewells
Chapter Six
Permission to Board
USS Swordfish
Aloha
USS Argonaut
New Georgia Sound
On Station
Chapter Seven
Farewell Argonaut
MTB RON 3
Mission Report
Step by Step
Appropriate Mission
USS Heed
Chapter Eight
Call to Duty
Tulun Islands
Raid on Tulun
Hell on Tulun
Chapter Nine
Wits
Our Limit
Camp Ireland
Chapter Ten
Survival
Black Days
Palau
Mindanao
The Last Voyage
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
The Way Back
Decisions
Saipan
Okinawa
Chapter Thirteen
Kobe
Liberation
Epilogue
Appendices
War End Medals & Citations
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We were a tiny speck floating in no particular direction across the vast Pacific. The cold ocean spray across my face jarred me awake. Groggy at first, I tried to regain my reality. Before my raft mates had fallen asleep, I had promised to be on watch, but then dozed off. The ocean was rolling with long swells, with a breeze out of the south. In my exhausted state, this pitching motion and fresh air had been just too much for me.
In the east, I could make out the first signs of the coming morning. The sky just above the horizon had a pink and amber glow. Sunrise would happen fast, as it always did in the South Pacific. Looking around the raft, I saw that my four mates were still sleeping. No need to wake them now, I thought. God knows they can use the rest, after last night. They looked peaceful yet pathetic in their dirty, tattered and torn clothes. The sun, sea and thirst would soon be our enemy for the day. They would need all their strength, and then some, to face what lay ahead.
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“No, sir. I will not relinquish my weapon.”
”No, sir. I cannot leave my post.”
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