Chuck saw that the vacant dock was already swarming with men and equipment: he could not count the number of welding machines waiting at the quayside.
‘All the same,’ Eddie said, ‘they’ll just be patching her up. They’ll repair the deck and make her seaworthy, and everything else will have to wait.’
Something about the name of the ship bugged Chuck. He could not shake the nagging feeling. What did Yorktown mean? The siege of Yorktown was the last big battle of the War of Independence. Did that have some significance?
Captain Vandermeier walked by. ‘Get back to work, you two girlieboys,’ he said.
Eddie said under his breath: ‘One of these days I’m going to punch him out.’
‘After the war, Eddie,’ said Chuck.
When he returned to the basement and saw Bob Strong at his desk, Chuck realized he had solved Strong’s problem.
Looking over the cryptanalyst’s shoulder again, he saw the same sheet of paper with the same six Japanese syllables:
He tactfully tried to make it sound as if Strong himself had solved it. ‘But you have got it, Lieutenant!’ he said.
Strong was disconcerted. ‘Do I?’
‘It’s an English name, so the Japanese have spelt it out phonetically.’
‘Yolokutawana is an English name?’
‘Yes, sir. That’s how the Japanese pronounce Yorktown.’
‘What?’ Strong looked baffled.
For a dreadful moment, Chucky the Chump wondered if he was completely wrong.
Then Strong said: ‘Oh, my God, you’re right! Yolokutawana – Yorktown, with a Japanese accent!’ He laughed delightedly. ‘Thank you!’ he enthused. ‘Well done!’
Chuck hesitated. He had another idea. Should he say what was on his mind? It was not his job to solve codes. But America was an inch away from defeat. Maybe he should take a chance. ‘Can I make another suggestion?’ he said.
‘Fire away.’
‘It’s about the designator AF. We need definite confirmation that it’s Midway, right?’
‘Yup.’
‘Couldn’t we write a message about Midway that the Japanese would want to rebroadcast in code? Then when we intercepted the broadcast we could find out how they encode the name.’
Strong looked thoughtful. ‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘We might have to send our message in clear, to be sure they understood it.’
‘We could do that. It would have to be something not very confidential – like, say: ‘There is an outbreak of venereal disease on Midway, please send medicine,’ or something like that.’
‘But why would the Japs rebroadcast that?’
‘Okay, so it has to be something of military significance, but not top secret; something like the weather.’
‘Even weather forecasts are secret nowadays.’
The cryptanalyst at the next desk put in: ‘How about a water shortage? If they’re planning to occupy the place, that would be important information.’
‘Hell, this could work.’ Strong was getting excited. ‘Suppose Midway sends a message in clear to Hawaii, saying their desalination plant has broken down.’
Chuck said: ‘And Hawaii replies, saying we’re sending a water barge.’
‘The Japanese would be sure to rebroadcast that, if they’re planning to attack Midway. They would need to make plans to ship fresh water there.’
‘And they would broadcast in code to avoid alerting us to their interest in Midway.’
Strong stood up. ‘Come with me,’ he said to Chuck. ‘Let’s put this to the boss, see what he thinks of the idea.’
The signals were exchanged that day.
Next day, a Japanese radio signal reported a water shortage at AF.
The target was Midway.
Admiral Nimitz commenced to set a trap.
That evening, while more than a thousand workmen swarmed over the crippled aircraft carrier
