ahead as a forward sweeping unit. The destroyers will remain with us for the time being.”
Cruiser Division Five had been assigned to his covering force, three fast heavy cruisers, the Haguro, Myoko, and Nachi, all sleek hounds with a strong bite in their ten 8 inch guns.
Kirishima was very fast as well, particularly for a vintage old ship as she was. Her hull was laid down at Mitsubishi Zosen Kaisha’s ship yard on the 17th of March of the year 1912! Venerable indeed. Her design was not entirely the work of Japanese shipbuilders either. Sir George Thurston of the British shipbuilding firm of Vickers-Armstrong had designed both the plans and the guns for this ship, which was built largely in response to the British Navy’s escalation in the commissioning of the armored cruiser HMS Invincible. That ship had eight 12 inch guns and a speed of 26 knots, more formidable than anything in the Japanese navy at the time. So Japan secured plans for a ship that was bigger and faster than Invincible, and the Kongo Class battleships were the happy result.
Kirishima was one of four built, and her eight 14 inch guns, now firing off the last of the troublesome incendiary rounds, would trump Invincible’s 12 inchers, her speed besting that ship as well. Kirishima could run at all of thirty knots if pressed to the task. She was called an armored cruiser when words were bandied about in the naval treaty negotiations, but she was rightfully a battleship at over 40,000 tons fully loaded, and she looked the part, her pagoda style superstructure rising tall and proud above the big threatening gun turrets. She would be overshadowed by many other battleships in time, some exceeding 70,000 tons like Yamato, and there would be many who still called her an up-armored battlecruiser, but she was to prove herself a tough ship before she met her fate. And fate had a peculiar way of placing her in the thick of action, or so it would seem to one given the hindsight of history.
Now she cruised with the last two ships in Iwabuchi’s task force posted on either side, the destroyers Minizuki and Fumizuki, there to discourage any enterprising American submarine commander who might be in the area. A big ship like Kirishima was an inviting and very tempting target for a stealthy submarine captain. In fact, his ship was supposed to have been found by an American submarine, the Nautilus, while Kirishima was escorting Nagumo’s carriers during the operation against Midway that had now been canceled—though Iwabuchi knew nothing of that unlived history. Nautilus would have fired a Mark 14 steam torpedo at the old battleship, eager for a kill, but from a range of over 4000 meters it would miss by a wide margin.
The insult would be answered with a salvo from Kirishima’s forward batteries when the periscope of the Nautilus was sighted, but to no avail. Hunting submarines was work for a destroyer, and the escort Arashi would have been detached to take up the hunt while Kirishima sailed off in a huff. It was once to be a most fateful incident that would cost Japan more than anyone then alive could realize. Arashi was not able to find and sink the Nautilus, and eventually gave up the hunt and turned to rejoin the Japanese carrier force, the fast Kido Butai mobile group that was hoping to savage the American fleet. It was the wake of this very destroyer that would have been spotted by the American commander Wade McCluskey, Jr. in his SBD ‘Dauntless’ dive-bomber, and it would lead the U.S. formation directly to the heart of the Japanese carrier fleet. The rest was all part of the ‘Miracle At Midway’ that would crush the Japanese fleet and mark a decisive turning point in the war….But it never happened.
The battle of Midway was never fought. Instead Kirishima found itself here, leading the leftmost arm of a two pronged attack to the south aimed at isolating Australia, Operation FS. But the ship’s magnetic charm would hold true yet again. It would not be an American submarine that would set the strange chain of events in motion this time, but a ghostly sea demon that had appeared from thin air, to pose the greatest challenge any sea captain of that era could ever face—the battlecruiser Kirov.
Matsua’s torpedo bombers soon discovered the ship that had put fear into the eyes and soul of Lt. Commander Hayashi. There were twelve planes sent to make this attack, two light squadrons of B5N2s, the plane the Allies would call the “Kate.” The ship was just where Hayashi had reported it, and Matsua wasted no time sending his men in for the attack. Number one squadron would swoop in from the port side with six planes, and he would lead number two squadron to the starboard side with the remaining six. Together they would smash this ship with their Type 91, ‘Thunder Fish’ torpedoes.
The Type 91 was a formidable weapon, having moved through several evolutions in its development to make it a reliable workhorse for the B5N squadrons. They had put three into the USS Lexington three months ago, sending that carrier to the bottom of the Coral Sea. Now they were ready for more. The growl of the planes was exhilarating as they swooped to their low elevation approaches, deploying air brakes to slow the planes down to no more than 160-180kph so they could safely launch their weapons.
What was Hayashi talking about? Matsua could see the dark silhouette of the ship ahead now, perhaps 15,000, meters out, and there was no sign of these serpents rising up to devour his planes, nor any wisp of flak from the target ahead. But he would soon find out what Hayashi meant by a rain of metal, for the low and relatively slow approach of his torpedo bombers were the easiest possible target for Kirov’s lethal close in defense systems.
~ ~ ~ “Steady, Samsonov,” Karpov whispered. “Any second now.”
They were tensely watching the approach of Matsua’s planes, having seen them on radar long ago. It was Karpov’s first reflex to immediately engage them with the Klinok medium range SAMs at that time, but there were only twelve discrete targets, and he thought he might save those missiles with another tactic. Karpov looked over his shoulder to find their resident historian.
“Fedorov, you say these planes must get inside 2000 meters to make an effective attack?”
“That’s right, and if they can get inside 1500 meters they’ll be even happier.”
“Then I have a proposal to make, but it will take cool heads and more than a little nerve.” He turned to Admiral Volsky now, knowing the final decision would lie with him. “We’ve been debating whether or not to strike the carriers before they launched this attack, but now that is a moot discussion. They are coming for us. The only question now is whether or not we should expend our primary SAM munitions and take them out at long range.”
“Both the Klinok system and the S-300s are running low,” said Volsky. “We have enough in either weapon system to stop this attack, but it will may take twelve missiles to do so.”
“I have another option,” said Karpov. “We can simply hold fire and use the close in defense guns. The AK- 760s can range out to 4000 meters. That’s twice the firing range of those planes. We have two on each side of the ship, and we can add in the Chestnuts I used against those dive bombers.” He was referring to the Kashtan ‘Chestnut’ gun system, with its twin Gatling guns thrown into the mix.
“We took out those Italian torpedo bombers easily enough in the Tyrrhenian sea. This should be no different. It will mean we allow them to come in close, but I have no doubt that we can hit these planes before they do us harm.”
“Yet if they get their torpedoes in the water,” said Volsky. “What then? We can dodge one or two by maneuvering the ship, but not twelve.”
“The Captain may be right,” Fedorov put in. “We can hit them well before they enter firing range, but it’s a very brief firing window. One or two bursts should be enough to drop one of these planes. The guns have the accuracy and rate of fire to do the job—at least from what I’ve seen,”
“We can hit anything we target,” Karpov assured him. “That’s the critical difference eighty years of weapons development has made. A single burst can put hundreds of 30mm rounds on a single plane. What we target, we kill.
