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The Commodore: A Novel (P. T. Deutermann WWII Novels)
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About The Commodore: A Novel
About the Author P. T. DEUTERMANN is the author of many previous novels including Pacific Glory, which won the W. Y. Boyd Literary Award for Excellence in Military Fiction. Deutermann spent twenty-six years in military and government service, as a captain in the Navy and in the Joint Chiefs of Staff as an arms-control specialist. He lives with his wife in North Carolina. Product Description P. T. Deutermann's previous novels of the US Navy in World War II - Pacific Glory, Ghosts of Bungo Suido, and Sentinels of Fire - have been acclaimed by reviewers and readers for their powerful drama and authentic detail. In The Commodore, the Navy in 1942-1943 is fighting a losing battle against Japan for control of the Solomon Islands. Vice Admiral William "Bull" Halsey is tasked to change the course of the war. Halsey, a maverick, goes on the offensive and appoints a host of new destroyer commanders, including a wild-card named Harmon Wolf. An American Indian from a Minnesota reservation, Wolf has never fit in with the traditional Navy officer corps. But under Halsey, Wolf's aggressive tactics and gambling nature bring immediate results, and he is swiftly promoted to Commodore of an entire destroyer squadron. What happens next will change Wolf's life, career, and the fate of his ships forever. An epic story of courage, disaster, survival, and triumph that culminates in the pivotal battle of Vela Gulf, The Commodore is a masterful novel of an unlikely military hero. Review "Fans of military action thrillers will race through the pages and finish the book wanting more." --Publishers Weekly (starred review) "[Deutermann's] experience and his deep knowledge of WWII naval warfare illuminate every page...The Commodore is a top-shelf naval adventure." --Booklist Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Commodore By P. T. Deutermann St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2016 P. T. Deutermann All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-07807-0 Contents TITLE PAGE, COPYRIGHT NOTICE, DEDICATION, ACKNOWLEDGMENTS, PART ONE: THE MAKEE-LEARN, PART TWO: THE CASTAWAY, PART THREE: THE COMMODORE, ALSO BY P. T. DEUTERMANN, ABOUT THE AUTHOR, COPYRIGHT, CHAPTER 1 USS John B. King, Guadalcanal The sound-powered phone mounted above his rack squeaked. No-o-o, he moaned. Too early. His eyelids felt like they were glued together. A second squeak, slightly more emphatic. With his eyes still closed, he groped for the handset, pressed the button, and said, "Captain." Croaked was more like it. "Good morning, Captain, Ensign Belay, junior officer of the deck, here," said an annoyingly bright voice. "The Frisco's coming in." Frisco, he thought, ordering his right eye to open. It refused. The heavy cruiser San Francisco. She'd been the flagship during the big dustup last night. Everyone was wondering how the cruisers had fared this time. Hopefully better than the first time they had gone up against Jap cruisers out in the waters around Savo Island. "How's she look?" "Beat up, sir," the JOOD said. "Especially up in the pilothouse, flag bridge area. Somebody worked 'em over pretty good." "Somebody," he thought, would be the Japanese cruiser formation known as the Tokyo Express. He sighed. The damned Japs were still the masters of the night fight, them and their horrendous Long Lance torpedoes. "She under her own power?" he asked. "Yes, sir, but there's no waterline showing, and her forwardmost turret doesn't look right. Pointed over the side instead of centerlined. It also looks like they're doing a water washdown topside, for some strange reason." "They're probably washing debris, blood, and human body parts over the side, Mister Belay." He could actually hear the JOOD gulp at that. Ensign Brian Belay, God love him. The jokes had been endless. He reminded himself once again to stop picking on the ensigns. "I'll be up," he said. "But I need some coffee, please." "Right away, Cap'n." He hung up the Bakelite handset and finally convinced his right eye to o
