"Where is she? What hospital?"
"Charleston," Banning said.
"These are your orders, Colonel. You are to go up to the third floor of this building. There you will find a Korean woman named Di-san. You will order her to send an Urgent Message to the Commanding Officer, Marine Barracks, Charleston. Quote-Urgently require report status Mrs. Milla Banning, presently in Whatevertheh.e.l.l Hospital Charleston. Update hourly or more frequently, as necessary, until notified otherwise. Signature, Pickering, Brig. Gen. CIA Deputy Director for Asia-Unquote."
"General, with respect, that"s . . ."
"What? Not authorized?"
"No, sir."
"Well, maybe not, Colonel. But the only person who can challenge me is a retired Army general named Smith, and I don"t think he will. You have your orders, Colonel."
After a long moment, Ed Banning said, "Aye, aye, sir."
He started back toward the entrance and then turned.
"Sir, I"d really be grateful if you could keep this between us."
"You"d rather appear to be a horse"s a.s.s than admit you have human emotions? Like h.e.l.l I will."
Banning didn"t reply, but neither did he continue toward the house.
"Get moving, Ed," Pickering said. After a moment, Banning nodded and then walked quickly toward the house.
XIII.
[ONE].
USS BADOENG STRAIT BADOENG STRAIT (CVE-116) 39.58 DEGREES NORTH LAt.i.tUDE 128.33 DEGREES EAST LONGITUDE THE SEA OF j.a.pAN 1125 17 OCTOBER 1950 (CVE-116) 39.58 DEGREES NORTH LAt.i.tUDE 128.33 DEGREES EAST LONGITUDE THE SEA OF j.a.pAN 1125 17 OCTOBER 1950.
The Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait was at sea about fifty miles east of a midpoint between Hungnam and Wonsan. was at sea about fifty miles east of a midpoint between Hungnam and Wonsan.
There had not been much call for air strikes from any of the units of I ROK Corps, which was pursuing the retreating North Korean army up the rugged east coast of the Korean Peninsula.
With about two-thirds of his fuel remaining, Lieutenant Colonel William C. Dunn, USMC, had decided to take his three-Corsair flight north of Chongjin, which would place them close to the borders between North Korea and China, and North Korea and Manchuria.
He could then take a look around, then fly down the east coast of the peninsula, looking for targets of opportunity on the way back to the Badoeng Strait. Badoeng Strait.
For a number of reasons, starting with the fact that he was a good Marine officer who obeyed his orders, he was very careful not only not to cross the border but to keep far enough south of it so that it could not be credibly charged that he had violated either Chinese or Russian territory, even by mistake.
But he did take the flight inland far enough and high enough so that over extreme Northern Korea, he could look down and across the borders into both China and Manchuria.
He saw nothing that suggested the presence of troops ma.s.sed on either side of the border prepared to enter the conflict. He had in mind, of course, what McCoy had told him and the skipper in the captain"s cabin on the Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait about 600,000 Chinese either on their side of the border, or already starting to cross into North Korea. about 600,000 Chinese either on their side of the border, or already starting to cross into North Korea.
It was possible, of course, that McCoy was dead wrong. It was also possible that McCoy was right. Again.
On the way back down the coast, they found the targets of opportunity they knew would be there, and made strafing pa.s.ses at North Korean troops either on the roads or hiding on either side of them. They stopped this only when the fuel available became sort of questionable and most of their ammunition had been expended. It made no sense to either run out of fuel or to return to the Badoeng Strait Badoeng Strait with a lot of ammunition unfired. with a lot of ammunition unfired.
Colonel Dunn brought the flight down pretty close to the deck and flew over Socho-Ri. The H-19As were not in sight, which meant either that their camouflage was very good or that they were off someplace. He decided it was the camouflage, because Major Donald, the Army pilot, had told him they preferred to make their flights in the very early hours or just before nightfall, so as to provide as small a "window of possible observation" as possible.
He dipped his wings as Marines on the ground, recognizing the gull-winged fighters, came out of the thatch-roofed, stone-walled houses and waved at them.
Then he climbed to 5,000 feet and headed for the Badoeng Strait. Badoeng Strait.
He landed last, as was his custom, caught the second wire, and was jerked to a halt.
As he hauled himself out of the c.o.c.kpit, he saw one of the ship"s officers on the deck, obviously waiting for him.
The officer, a blond-headed lieutenant j.g., saluted as Dunn jumped from the wing root to the deck.
"Shooting back, were they, Colonel?"
"Excuse me?" Dunn asked as he returned the salute.
The j.g. pointed to the rear of the Corsair"s fuselage and its vertical stabilizer.
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned!" Dunn said. There were seven holes in the Corsair-five in the fuselage and two in the vertical stabilizer. They looked like .50-caliber holes.
"I didn"t see any tracers coming close," Dunn said, as much to himself as to the j.g.
"The captain"s compliments, Colonel. The captain would be pleased if you would take lunch with him."
"Would the captain be pleased to see me immediately, or more pleased after I"ve had a shower?"
"I think the captain would prefer the latter, sir," the j.g. said, smiling.
"My compliments to the captain, Lieutenant."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Dunn went to the pilot"s ready room and listened as Captain Jack Derwinski and Lieutenant Sam Williams, the two pilots who had flown the sortie with him, were debriefed by an air intelligence officer.
Finally, the AIO turned to him.
"Colonel?"
"I have nothing to add," Dunn said. That was true. They had flown an observation/interdiction mission, seen nothing of interest, and engaged targets of opportunity-small units of North Korean ground troops-and then come home. Then he remembered, and added: "There was some antiaircraft fire from the ground, probably .50-caliber machine gun."
"How do you know that, Colonel? For the record."
"Because there are seven half-inch holes in my fuselage and vertical stabilizer," Dunn said, "that I know weren"t there when I took off."
"No s.h.i.t, Colonel?" Jack Derwinski said, obviously surprised. "I didn"t see any tracers."
"Neither did I, Captain Derwinski," Dunn said with a smile, "which, as a devout believer in the adage that the one that gets you is the one you don"t see, I find just a wee bit disconcerting."
"You didn"t feel anything?" Derwinski pursued.
Dunn shook his head no.
"They must have just gone through the skin without hitting anything else," Dunn said, then turned to the AIO. "You better make that fourteen holes in my airplane. Seven in and seven, thank the good Lord, out."
"Yes, sir," the AIO said, smiling. "Fourteen holes." holes."
Dunn filled a china mug with coffee from the machine and carried it with him to his cabin.
He showered, shaved, put on fresh khakis, and made his way to the bridge.
The captain waved him onto the bridge.
"I understand the bad guys have been shooting back at you, Colonel," he said.
"Worse than that, sir," Dunn said. "Somebody has apparently been teaching them how to shoot."
"Ready for a little lunch?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
The captain pushed himself out of his chair and led Dunn off the bridge to his cabin, where a white-jacketed steward and a table set for two were waiting for them.
"We can serve ourselves, Danny. Thank you," the captain said to the steward as he waved Dunn into a chair.
He waited for the steward to leave them, then said, "You went pretty far north today, did you?"
"Yes, sir."
"See anything interesting? Of the sort your friend in the black pajamas was talking about?"
"No, sir."
"He scared me with that talk of six hundred thousand Chinese," the captain said. "You think he was right?"
"Killer McCoy, over the years, has been right most of the time," Dunn said.
The captain lifted a dome off one serving plate and then another, and lowered the domes to the table. Lunch was pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
"Help yourself," the captain said as he forked a pork chop to his plate.
Dunn, filling his plate, said: "I was thinking-today, as a matter of fact, on our way back to the ship, when I didn"t see a sign of a Chinese platoon, much less a field army- that if I had to bet, I"d bet on McCoy. He doesn"t say something unless he believes it."
"I hope he"s wrong now," the captain said. "This part of the world is a lousy place to have to fight a war in the winter."
"The troops seem to think they"ll be home for Christmas, " Dunn said.
"Let"s hope they"re right," the captain said, then: "Changing the subject, you have a message straight from CNO."
"I have a message from CNO?"
"Yeah," the captain said, then took it from his pocket and handed it to him.
"I thought you were pulling my chain, sir," Dunn said as he unfolded the single sheet of teletypewriter paper.
SECRETURGENTWASHINGTON DC 0945 16 OCTOBER 1950FROM: CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONSSUBJECT: CITATION FOR DECORATION FOR MAJOR M.S. PICKERING, USMCRTO: COMMANDING OFFICER MAG 33 ABOARD BADOENG STRAIT.
INFO: CHAIRMAN JOINT CHIEFS OF STAFF.
NAVAL LIAISON OFFICER TO THE.
PRESIDENT.
SUPREME COMMANDER UNITED NATIONS.
COMMAND TOKYO.
COMMANDANT USMC.
COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF PACIFIC1. IT IS THE DESIRE OF THE PRESIDENT THAT MAJOR MALCOLM S. PICKERING, USMCR, BE AWARDED THE NAVY CROSS FOR HIS HEROISM AND VALOR ABOVE AND BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY DURING THE PERIOD HE SPENT BEHIND ENEMY LINES BETWEEN HIS BEING SHOT DOWN AND HIS RESCUE.2. IT IS DIRECTED THAT YOUa. ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT OF THIS MESSAGE BY URGENT MESSAGE.b. IMMEDIATELY PREPARE A SUITABLE CITATION FOR THIS AWARD AND FORWARD IT BY THE MOST EXPEDITIOUS MEANS THROUGH APPROPRIATE CHANNELS TO CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS, ATTN: CHIEF, AWARDS BRANCH.c. FURNISH CNO A COPY OF THE PROPOSED CITATION BY URGENT MESSAGE AT THE TIME YOU BEGIN TO FORWARD IT THROUGH APPROPRIATE CHANNELS. (SEE 2.A. ABOVE)FOR THE CHIEF OF NAVAL OPERATIONS WALLACE T. GERARD.
VICE ADMIRAL.
DEPUTY CNOSECRET.
"No," Dunn blurted. "I won"t do it."
"Excuse me?"
"I won"t do it," Dunn repeated.
"What are you talking about, Billy?" the captain asked.
"Pickering did nothing that merits the award of the Navy Cross," Dunn said.
"The President seems to think he does," the captain said.
"Pickering did what he was expected to do," Dunn said. "He evaded capture until he was able to get back. That"s all."
"Colonel," the captain said formally, then reached over and took the message from Dunn"s hand and read from it: " "It is the desire of the President that Major Malcolm S. Pickering, USMCR, be awarded the Navy Cross." That seems to settle the question, wouldn"t you agree?"
"Let the President write the citation. I won"t."
The captain dropped his eyes to the message and read from it again: " "You will immediately prepare a suitable citation for this award...." That sounds pretty clear to me."