The roar was deafening. The black, billowing smoke could be seen for miles.
Chased by faster, more nimble Japanese Zeros, and dodging antiaircraft fire, American pilots in Douglas Devastators dropped their torpedoes, aiming at enemy battleships and carriers far below, floating like toy boats in the turquoise water, somewhere near a tiny, remote atoll known as Midway, after its location roughly halfway between North America and Asia. All but a few were consigned to watery graves in the depths of the Pacific.
Their sacrifice wasn't in vain, however, for they distracted the enemy, keeping the lethal Zeros away from American dive bombers, who unleashed fires of vengeance on some of the very ships that had wrought so much destruction at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, six months before.
One hit. Two hits. Three. Four. Five.
"Let's hit them again," one pilot said into his radio. "Let's hit them all."
"Gee, I wish I had one more bomb," another called.
Within minutes, American firepower reduced three Japanese carriers to flames. Two would be at the bottom of the sea by nightfall... Read the rest of the story on the U.S. Navy’s All Hands magazine online.