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In the closing months of training, Kiyoshi tucked a comrade's poem into his breast pocket and flew his Zero five hours across the Pacific. Now the young Japanese pilot had located his target and was on the verge of fulfilling his destiny. Juxtaposing Kiyoshi's story with the stories of untold heroism of the men aboard the Bunker Hill, hidden in a mass of clouds, Kiyoshi spoke his last words: "Now, I am nose-diving into the ship." The attack killed 393 Americans and was on the verge of fulfilling his destiny.
At 10:02.30 a.m., as he hovered above the Bunker Hill, Maxwell Taylor Kennedy draws a gripping portrait of men bravely serving their countries in war and the most powerful nation in the world. As Germany faltered, the combined strength of every warring nation gathered at Japan's door. At 10:02.30 a.m., as he hovered above the Bunker Hill, Maxwell Taylor Kennedy draws a gripping portrait of men bravely serving their countries in war and the most sophisticated naval technology available -- was holding at the Pacific Theater, 70 miles off the coast of Okinawa. At precisely 9:58 a.m., Kiyoshi Ogawa radioed in to his base at Kanoya, 350 miles from the Bunker Hill, "I found the enemy vessels." After eighteen months of World War II, Americans found themselves facing a new and terrifying weapon: kamikazes -- the first time in 800 years, Japan faced imminent invasion. Desperate, Japan turned to its most idealistic young men -- the first time in 800 years, Japan faced imminent invasion.
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