Morale is at an all-time low, and for good reason.

The Japanese are advancing on all fronts at a terrifying pace.

I nevertheless know the fighting spirit of our men.

And I have faith in them.

But I also need to know that they have faith in themselves.

I need you to be my Admiral Yamamoto.

Get in his head. Tell me what he's going to do next.

Your first assignment.

We need to throw a punch.

Not just for morale, but so the Japanese know what it feels like to be hit.

I'm sending Halsey to attack the Marshall Islands, but I need to know that they're not walking into a trap.

The target is Roy Island.

Our submarines have reported shipping traffic and one military airfield.

We don't know what we're facing, so I'll hit them as hard as possible and then get the hell out.

So what about the enemy carry?

Intelligence says they're 2,000 miles away.

You mean the same group of geniuses who didn't know the Japs were gunning for Pearl?

Like I said, be prepared for anything.

This is it.

The early bird catches the worm, gentlemen.

We're going to hit that anchorage before the Japs have even rolled out of bed.

Looks like he's spit-polished his shoes.

Hey, guys, let's get home in one piece.

Oh, don't you worry.

There's a plan, sir. The other squadrons will strike first.

Then we go in and clean up the remaining targets.

The Japs will know we're coming. What happens if we get shot down?

I'm not going to end up as a POW. Neither are you.

I've got a large target in my sight. Get close enough to make it count.

Take his run!

Start your run, boys. Engage torpedoes.

Looks like our boys on Roy booked a hornet's nest.

We got a problem. I got eyes on a second enemy airfield on Taroa Island.

I'm counting maybe 30 bombers and heavy fighter cover.