A day that will live in infamy. The early morning quiet of a nation at peace is shattered by the eerie whine of dive-bombers. This is no drill! You are the lead gunner on deck. Man your battle station as the first wave descends: Zeros, Kates, and Vals swoop down throwing everything they've got in your direction. Torpedoes rock the water; cannon fire rails across the deck with the sound of ripping burlap. But you have a few surprises for them. In times of bad there are no cooks, corpsmen, or commodores - just fighting men.
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