We're back in the currently ironically-named Pacific Ocean performing on board the USS Ranger with Artie Shaw and his band. And I can tell you fine folks, nowhere is safe in the Pacific. Tojo has devised probably the most frightening and mind-boggling warfare technique seen in centuries in the form of suicide pilots called Kamikazes, named after some ancient hurricane, or something. Either way they're making the hard island-to-island slog that much harder for the allies. One British sailor we interviewed, a veteran of the HMS Dorsetshire sinking, said this is the most desperate he's seen 'em. We're hoping this means they're at the end of their rope and desperate.
Dry Land ain't so safe neither. We reported earlier about just how stubborn and resiliant the Japanese soldier can be, but that dogged, suicidal stubborness grows exponentially with each step closer to the Main Islands. Even the stalwart Marines are up to their neck in the hardest fight seen yet! Every little sliver of sand up the Marianas has been one bloody meatgrinder after another, all it what's becoming ever more obviously a losing proposition for the Axis. I shudder to think what the next island will be like.
The Machinists' Mates are being kept busy as well, working triple-shifts to keep a steady supply of aircraft in the air to intercept the Kamikazes before they can strike home and deliver that next round of bombs to the hills of the latest overgrown sandbar. The Marines are having to burn out one nest of soldiers after another.
All Artie and I can supply is music, dance, and drinks -- a small but we hope valuable piece of repreive from the hard and merciless lives they lead. Better men than we. To that regard I solemnly introduce Artie Shaw and his lovely singer, the soulful Billie Holiday:
But the fight is not in vain, for these small strips of coral and sand that they've purchaced at so bitter a price give us landing strips for the Allies' newest and most devastating aerial weapon, the mighty B-29 Superfortress. These gals have legs like you won't believe...long enough to step on Tokyo from here, non-stop. So look out, Tojo, General Mitchell was only the appetizer for a main course served up hot.
Let's pray that'll knock some sense into you and we can end this already.
Here's Artie and his band again, with "Nonstop Flight" in honor of the Superfort crews and the hard fight they now face:
Finally, tonight's drink, in solemn toast to those who gave their lives in the Blood and Sand:
Blood and Sand Cocktail:
Shake well over ice, strain into a cocktail glass, garnish with and orange slice.