“This is what they called Scarlet Beach back in ’44. We go direct north from here past the Camp Beck Docks. That’s where you drop Chan and a security detail off to guard the boats, right?” Hunter nodded without taking his eyes off the huge green wall of the Umurbrogol Massif looming at the other end of the old abandoned Japanese airfield just visible to their direct front. “We go by the original landing beaches, Orange and then White. You’ll see some old bunkers off to the left and parts of the old airfield off to your right. There’s a little finger that sticks out in the water at the north end of White Beach. That’s where the j**s cut up the 1st Marines when they landed. You’ll know why once you get a look at it—perfect enfilading fire across the beach. At that point, the coast line bends
