A/N: I thought up this story after watching a USS Indianapolis documentary and imagining I was a shipwrecked sailor floating in the Pacific while I was swimming in a wave pool on vacation. It isn't really "fanfiction" but it draws on things I learned from the USS Indianapolis story.
June 18, 1942
On board the USS Oswego heavy cruiser
All is quiet out at sea. No sight of friend or enemy. Mostly I've been oiling up the 8-inch guns and playing cards with my friends. It's all been dull since Coral Sea, where the Oswego was a part of TF 44 under an Aussie admiral named John Crace.
It's been a week or so since Midway. We didn't take part, but boy, did the news of the battle make the whole ship echo with a whoop of joy.
Since Midway, we were detached from Task Force 44 and are patrolling across the open ocean, largely alone. Occasionally, we link up with a friendly ship or sub, but not for the last three days. Since a brief air attack at Coral Sea, I haven't seen a single Jap. I suppose that could be for the better. Less of a chance to get myself killed.
BANG! BANG! BANG! There's some kind of commotion above-decks. Better go check it out...
