Aboard USS Independence, West of the Palaus
“Thanks, Mike. Hold one while I check with the mission commander.” Shake Davis swept the crowd gathered around the wardroom table where Stokey’s sat-phone report was being piped through a speaker in the middle of the mess table. SEAL Lt. Kerry Dale Hunter was standing beside the Independence skipper who was measuring distances on a chart with a pair of navigational dividers. “It’s your call, Mr. Hunter. You want Mike to go ashore on Peleliu or hold aboard the boat and wait for us?”
Hunter nodded at LCdr. Janet Dewey and leaned across the table. “I need input here, Janet. If he goes ashore and does a little recon for us, is he gonna be OK? Is this stuff lethal? Or do we know?”
“From what Mike tells us he got from the islander, I don’t think it’
