"Susan's eyes gleamed with the intensity of a natural born killer instinct. She was always ready to play rough.
Susan watched the fixed sight sweep onto another destroyer as her ship came from behind the enemy fleet. She fired her Mark VI and peppered the enemy destroyer from stern to bow. She definitely saw two of her shots go clear through the hull to reveal space on the other side. The guns on the destroyer fell silent. She knew she had destroyed it. "Yeeee-haaaawww! Scratch another destroyer!
"This was a fighting Navy that didn't back down or run when the going got tough. This was a fighting Navy that was well trained and confident. This was a fighting Navy willing to go against the long odds.
"They've found the enemy flagship! Attack Butterfly is leading them in after it," the communications officer stated to Admiral Oden.
Dave heard the name of the fighter. He thought for a moment before he realized who must be in that fighter. That would have to be Lieutenant jg Thompson, he guessed. She was the only fighter commander he knew of from the academy who went to the Mad Dogs Squadron. So, she had taken his story and used it to name her fighter. Incredible, he thought, but the name fit in an eerie sort of way.
She was, after all, in the smallest fighting vessel that the Navy used and attacking the largest enemy vessel around. It was little more than a single Mark VI gun with an engine and gunner's compartment stuck onto it. Silently, he wished her and the other fighters luck in destroying the enemy dreadnought.
"Yeeeee-haaawww!" Susan shouted with a rejuvenated voice as her fighter led her wing out of cover and onto the tails of the passing Malakin warships. Immediately she was firing at the first enemy warship in her sights and scoring more hits. Around her, the other fighters were doing the same as they swept at top battle speed along the backside of the three rows of enemy craft, each of them spitting out shots from their Mark VI's.
Everette raced through the intact passageways of the America to reach the auxiliary bridge. It was already open and being placed into operation by several enlisted personnel who barely beat him to it. As he came inside and clanged the hatch shut, one of the enlisted personnel shouted, "You've got communications again!"
"This is Ensign Dixon in command of the America to all other Mad Dogs Squadron ships. Continue on your present actions. We will rejoin the fight as soon as we make sufficient repairs. Good luck to you and god bless you all!"
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Susan's eyes gleamed with the intensity of a natural born killer instinct. She was always ready to play rough. Susan watched the fixed sight sweep onto another destroyer as her ship came from behind the enemy fleet. She fired her Mark VI and peppered the enemy destroyer from stern to bow. She definitely saw two of her shots go clear through the hull to reveal space on the other side. The guns on the destroyer fell silent. She knew she had destroyed it. Yeeee-haaaawww! Scratch another destroyer.
