Doctor Dolittle

First the thunder of the explosion. Then the screams. The after CIC bulkhead was no longer there; instead there was a mass of flame. Men twenty feet away were ablaze, staggering and screaming before his eyes. Tolands only thought was escape. He bolted for the doctor dolittle watertight door. It opened miraculously under fishing movies hand and he ran to starboard. The ships fire-suppression systems were already on, showering everything with a curtain of saltwater. His skin burned from it as he emerged, hair and uniform singed, to the flight deck catwalk. A sailor doctor dolittle directed a water hose on him, nearly knocking him over the side. Fire baby blood CIC! Toland gasped. What the hell aint! the sailor screamed. Toland fell to his knees and looked outboard. Foch had been to their north, he remembered. Now there was a pillar of smoke. As he doctor dolittle watched, the last Kingfish was detonated a hundred feet over Saratogas flight deck. The carrier seemed undamaged. Three water movies away, Ticonderogas after superstructure was shredded and ablaze from a rocket that had blown up within yards of her. On the horizon a ball of flame announced doctor dolittle the destruction of yet another-my God, Toland thought, might that be Saipan? She had two thousand Marines aboard . . . Get forward, you dumbass! hunted the firefighter yelled at him. Another man emerged to the catwalk. Toland, you all right? It was Captain Svenson, his shirt torn away doctor dolittle and his chest bleeding from a half-dozen cuts. Yes, sir, Bob answered. Get to the bridge. Tell em .