Page:Story of the Black Cats ARC-12990.ogv/9

Now, 8 bullet holes, starboard wing. 6, 7, 8, not so bad. Black Cats have wheezed home with more than a hundred holes showing through their side. It came out here, the shrapnel that nicked our cameraman. Such holes are penciled first, lift, plate bored, riveted. The leak in the fuel tank plugged, gas goes in. Don't ration it, you'll be up all night and part of the next day. Last night's strain told on the tail assembly, repaired now, wagging her tail and raring to go. But first she needs her claws sharpened. The Black Cat's bomb dump. Quarter tonners, and this, the size Jap cruisers have a weakness for. Fifty calibers, defense against Jap fighters at night. The tail fins screwed on tight. When you swan dive through anti-aircraft you want bombs that lay in right.