"Tally-ho! Ten o'clock high!" Taylor shouted into his radio.
The alarm blared through the steel corridors. Radar had picked up a swarm: Japanese dive bombers and Zeros closing in from all angles. On the bridge, the command was clear: Protect the carrier at all costs. Battle 360
Lieutenant Jack Taylor tightened his flight mask as his Hellcat was catapulted into the glare of the morning sun. From his cockpit, the view was a chaotic panorama. Below, the Enterprise began its defensive dance, carving massive white arcs in the blue water to dodge incoming torpedoes. "Tally-ho
Hours felt like seconds. By the time Taylor’s tires chirped back onto the wooden deck, the "Grey Ghost" was scorched and battered but still floating. To the north and south, the Japanese fleet was in retreat, their "pincer" shattered by the sheer resilience of a ship they had claimed to sink half a dozen times before. Radar had picked up a swarm: Japanese dive