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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — missing cap; Wayne Wilberg — wrong chevrons
The ship moved slowly across the Pacific, and the ocean went on forever in every direction. Wayne Wilberg stood at the rail and watched the horizon — flat, blue, and perfectly empty.
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing battered utility cap
Below decks, the air smelled like salt and metal. Men wrote letters home, played cards, and climbed into their hammocks as the ship rocked them gently back and forth. Wayne pulled off his boots and lay down. Through the porthole beside him, the world was nothing but black water and an empty sky.
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing cap; Wayne Wilberg — Appears >15 years older
In the middle of the night, Wayne woke up. Something was wrong. The whole ship was shaking — the walls, the floor, the hammock itself — shuddering and trembling like something enormous had grabbed hold of it. The engines were ROARING.
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Wayne sat up and gripped the ropes on both sides of his hammock. Men around him were wide awake now, eyes finding each other in the dark. From the passageway came an officer's sharp voice: "Stay below. Stay where you are." Nobody moved. The ship only went faster.
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing utility cap; Wayne Wilberg — Missing dog tags
Hours went by. The engines did not slow down. Wayne lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to the roar and the rush of the water — and through the porthole, the horizon was still just black. Still nothing. Still no answers.
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Then — at last — a thin gray line appeared along the edge of the porthole. Dawn. Wayne sat up so fast his hammock swung wide. He grabbed his boots, yanked them on, and headed for the ladder.
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Wayne pushed open the heavy hatch. Cold salt air rushed over him. He stepped out onto the deck — and stopped. His boots stopped moving. His hand stopped pushing. He stood very still, staring.
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Ships. Ships to the left of him. Ships to the right of him. Ships ahead and ships behind — when they got up on the deck in the morning they could see "an enormous fleet of American ships as far as the eyes could see from horizon to horizon."
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing battered utility cap; Wayne Wilberg — Missing visible dog tags at collar
Other Marines came up through the hatch behind him. One by one they stepped onto the deck and stopped, just like Wayne had stopped. Nobody said anything. They just looked — left, right, ahead, behind. The horizon that had been empty all night was full.
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The man beside Wayne finally whispered, "Where did they all come from?" No one answered. They had all been sailing through the same dark night — and the darkness had pulled them together.
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing utility cap; Wayne Wilberg — Missing dog tags; Wayne Wilberg — Wrong rank chevron
Word moved along the deck from man to man, quiet and certain: Okinawa. That was where they were going. Wayne said it to himself — Okinawa — and this time it wasn't just a name on a map. "This was to be the invasion force of Okinawa."
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Needs a look: Wayne Wilberg — Missing battered utility cap
Wayne stayed at the rail as the sun climbed higher and the fleet held its shape — ship after ship after ship, all of them pointed toward the same horizon, all of them moving forward together. He was one part of something enormous. He did not look away.
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