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What It Feels like to Be Severely InjuredOn a particular weekday during February of 2012, I had lost the keys to my home.I lost the keys to my home, of where I had resided on the sofa, as I couldn't afford the amount it costs to pay rent to live in the city of Los Angeles on my own. Since I couldn't afford to own a vehicle, I was taking the bus on a daily basis. You know, that vehicle where Rosa Parks wanted to sit in the front and made a huge stink about it. I don't know as to why anyone would ever want to sit on the front of a bus. It's extremely embarrassing. Having each and every person look at you and walk by, while you're sitting there in a suit. Everyone just knows you're fake and that you don't even deserve to be wearing a suit. They all know you are too poor to afford a car. So you get quite uncomfortable, antisocial, and you just want to hide. However, Martin Luther King Jr. did cultivate a revolution out of Rosa Park's story. In my case though, this bus was an absolute embarrassment to the way I had lived my life. I couldn't afford to live in my own place. I couldn't afford to own a car. Hell, I couldn't even afford to pay for gas.I was left with absolutely no choice but to take the bus to work each day.What makes matters worse is that I didn't just have to take one bus to get to work.I had to first walk half a mile from my home to the subway station.From there, I would take an eight minute trip to downtown.After I got off of the subway, I had to walk upstairs to catch another bus that took thirty minutes to me down the 110 freeway to a place called Artesia Transit Station. I have no clue what city Artesia Transit Station is in, but they recently changed their name to Harbor Transit Station.I would then wait around for around half an hour awaiting another bus, that would drop me off right in front of my work. That bus took about twenty minutes to get to my work.Then i would have to then spend the next eight minutes walking through the front of my building, all the way down to the end, exit the other side, walk down about a quarter of a mile down to gain entry to the next building, climb a flight of stairs, and then i'll end up at my desk.At 5:00pm, I would repeat this process, except I would be traveling in the opposite direction. This route sucked. And it sucked hard. I hated it. Absolutely hated it. With each ounce of passion that I could store in my poor little soul. Just to give you an example of how horrible waiting for the bus is... As I wrote this, I ended up waiting an hour and a half for the bus to go home because the first one was too early, the second one was cancelled, and the third one showed up on time. Torrance Transit has got to be one of the worst public transit systems in California. From 5:00pm to 6:35pm, I stood around. I waited. I really did nothing. I was just standing around typing out this particular post on my Blackberry Q10. Then I had to wait for another bus, a subway, and then walk half a mile to get home. I got home at 8:00pm today. And I didn't even eat anything all day. Until I finally got home.Well, one day, on this trip home, I ended up losing my keys.Now, I have come to find that my keys had fell out of my pocket while I was on the first bus. Luckily, when I arrived at home, I was able to get into my apartment building because a car had left the garage at the same time. I went home. Safe and sound. For some reason, my ex had called me out of the blue and told me she wanted to go out and grab some drinks. I was so in love with this woman for the last ten years of my life, there wasn't any possible way I would turn her down. So, I agreed. I asked my roommate if he would consider loaning me the key to the front of the building. He agreed. He took off the key from his key chain and handed it to me. I inserted it into the top pocket of my blazer.My ex then had called to inform me that she was downstairs.I invited her up for a drink. We both probably had about two shots of this drink that I have absolutely no clue why I bought. I think people call it Hennessey? It wasn't the good stuff either. It was the lowest grade. I mean, obviously I was poor. I was taking the bus and living on a sofa. So it was really all I could afford. After we had our drinks at my home, we decided to visit a local venue by the name of Cafe Bleu, located on 6th and Alexandra in the heart of Koreatown, or Novel Cafe, located on Wilshire and Western. It was one of the other, but we ended up going to the other one next. However, I do remember what we drank. We each had 3 glasses of scotch at Cafe Bleu and 2 glasses of scotch at Novel Cafe. Scotch... oh, how I'm so in love with you. Thank you for making my life so bearable during the worst years of my life. You have always been there to comfort me when I have fallen so far from grace, and been there for me to hold my hand as I raised it up in victory.So, anyway, by this point we were completely wasted, yet still functional.2:00am was arriving as quickly as it could, and we would soon have to call it a night.Or... Would we?Being in Koreatown, we had the opportunity to attend venues much later than the proposed time when all the businesses close. We then decided to attend a Karaoke bar by the name of White NRB.We decided to play songs and sing. Sing quite horribly, may I add. Just to give you an example of how horribly I sing, women have to usually throw their clothes off at me just to get me to shut up.We decided to drink more.We ordered two bottles of this white pasty type alcohol which Koreans would call Makkoli, a type of rice wine, and Soju, which is considered to be the poor man's vodka.I hate Korean alcohol.I hate everything about it. There has never been a time where I have ever been able to remember anything I did when I drank Korean alcohol.Never.It has ruined my life.It's kind of like that girl you met at a party, that you knew you shouldn't take home, but did anyway...And the next morning, you don't have the time to kick her out of your home when you leave for work. Because it's 6:00am. You need to rush out of home or you'll miss your bus. So you just leave her in your bed and rush off to work.Then when you come home, you notice that...Your cereal box is empty.There are cereal crumbs all over your bed.Your laptop battery is down to 47%.This girl just perused through hours and hours of countless information on your Macbook.You end up feeling like those three poor little bears that Goldilocks decided to do a home invasion on.You spend weeks crying over the horrid decision you made.Or at least that's what I do.Well, anyway, after a while, my ex started acting like a (insert nicest word for bitch possible here, since I do not know of any. Will immediately take any suggestion edits to replace this word) to me. She started talking about how I was a total loser (she used much harsher words), told me that I was an embarrassment, and then started pushing me away.At that point, I blacked out.I can make the assumption that we had got into an argument and I decided to walk home, but I wouldn't ever be able to state that to be true or not. Anyways, it was 4:00am-5:00am, who really knows. I ended up at home. In front of my apartment building. With absolutely no idea how to get in.I was so intoxicated and unaware of my surroundings, I had thought that I didn't have the key to the front of my apartment on me.Then, I started to slowly regain consciousness. Instead of checking my pockets, I decided that I would hop the fence to reach the other side. Wearing basically a full suit, dress shoes, and being intoxicated like no tomorrow.If I were to guess, I'd say that my fence is at least 10 feet tall. Probably 12. But I never actually decided to measure it. Well, anyway, I climbed up and decided to jump down.The first time I had jumped, I landed on the wrong side of the fence.What kind of moron jumps on the wrong side of the fence you may ask? I have the answer for you.Me.So, I started to gain a little more consciousness as the adrenaline from hopping a fence started pumping through my alcohol filled veins.I decided to make a second attempt.I jumped. I landed. I fell straight to the ground.I thought the fall was nothing. I wasn't in pain. So I decided to try to stand up. This time, I fell straight to the ground again.I laid there for the next five minutes, without a clue as to what to do.Eventually, I decided to crawl myself back to my apartment. I crawled up two flights of stairs, pushed upon the door to my home, and crawled to my loving sofa, and passed out.In the morning, my roommate had exited his room. In shock, he inquired as to why I was still home."Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He asked."What? What time is it?" I replied.He said something like 8:00am. Those days,I was normally waking up at 6:00am just to get to work on time.Anyways, I started to regain consciousness.I had remembered that I had taken a major leap of faith. I looked down at my leg. I saw a huge bruise as my foot was tilted out of place. Then I started to cry."I broke my leg!" I started to whine, like a little baby."How?" he asked."I hopped the fence and I landed wrong. I broke my leg and had to crawl upstairs." I said."Dude, didn't I give you the key to the front door?" he asked.I paused, started padding down my jacket I was still wearing, and replied "Yeah...", whining more than I was before due to my stupidity."Dude, you're such a mess. You idiot. What are you going to do?" My roommate inquired."I don't know." I responded."Call your mom." He said."OK." I replied. So I did.I called my mother. I cried for like twenty minutes, being the momma's boy that I am, telling her that I broke my leg.She was in Hawaii. There was absolutely nothing she could do. I have no clue why I even called her. Maybe it was the alcohol?Well, anyway... She told me to call my grandma. So I did.I told her that I broke my leg.She decided to have my cousin drive her to pick me up. From there, she ended up in my home, had brought me some kind of crutches to use, and I tried to get downstairs. Actually, they weren't crutches. It was one of those walkers that elderly people use in hospitals to assist them in walking.I was in excruciating pain. Pain like no tomorrow. I have no clue how I even made it downstairs. But eventually I did.As we were in the vehicle, I had told my cousin and my grandma that I needed to go to the hospital.Don't ever try to tell an old Asian lady what to do. When she makes a decision, she is set in her ways, and fully committed to do as she pleases.So, instead of driving me straight to the hospital, my grandma had decided to drive me to Orange County to an acupuncture place. She forced me to get out of the vehicle to enter his office and to speak with him.So I did.He played with my foot for a bit. Told me he couldn't help me, much like I expected prior to arriving, and referred me to a foot doctor.Once again, I got back into the vehicle. Once again, I had stated I needed to go to the hospital. Once again, my grandma was set in her ways and she was going to take me to the foot doctor.So, basically, I ended up at the foot doctor. He made me hop at least 200 feet to the X-ray machine he had, which for some unknown reason had to be at the very end of the other side of his office. If he was a foot doctor, shouldn't the x-ray machine be in the front of the office? Not the back? Clearly, someone didn't know a single thing about ergonomics...He took x-rays. Then guess what he did.He told me that he couldn't help me either, so he referred me over to the hospital.So now, I had to hop back into the car, take a trip for another hour back to Los Angeles, and go to the hospital LAC/USC. Then, I had to wait around for hours on end in the emergency room to get checked in for a doctor to see me.Hours on end. After spending hours on end. Dying in pain. Excruciating pain.Finally, I was able to see the Doctor. They decided that it would be in their best interest to x-ray me prior to seeing what they could do to resolve my problem.The doctor came out and informed me to lie on this table.So I did. He told me to lay my foot out as straight as possible.I told him I couldn't. I told him it hurt too bad. He told me that I had to. So I tried.I failed.I told him it was impossible. He told me to do it again.I succeeded.Then I cried. I cried for the next thirty minutes. Pouring my eyes out.Thinking back on things, I don't know when I cried more. When my ex had originally left me back in 2006 and I was overwhelmed with emotional heartbreak. Or when I had to lay my ankle straight from the excruciating physical pain I was in on that cold unwelcoming table.Little did I know, I would soon encounter two hours of eternal bliss.I was injected with the most amazing drug on the planet. Morphine!Oh. My. God. Morphine changed my life!Never have I ever been so happy or immune to pain. Never have I ever wanted to talk to anyone about anything. I started blabbing away as I lived in a bubble that I considered to be heaven on earth.I was in love. In love with everyone in the hospital. Everyone who I encountered within those two hours. They were all my best friends.Then, the morphine wore off. My diagnosis had arrived. I had broken two bones in my ankle, one in the front and one in the back. My ankle was so swollen, they couldn't perform surgery at that time.Instead, I was put into a cast, which made me cry again, then sent me on my way.I never knew I could cry so much!I didn't know that there was so much salt and water inside my body. Well, anyway... I informed my employer that I couldn't attend work. I was granted a thirty day leave of absence.A few weeks later, I had to undergo surgery.My ankle was cut into on both sides. (I still have those ugly scars to this day, and will have them forever more.)Two thin metal plates were stuffed into my leg.About 5 screws were placed on both sides to hold the plates in place.I was put back into a cast.I got home, I had gone to bed. Then the drugs wore off.My leg felt as if it was burning!I was screaming!Shouting!I felt my body was on fire!I felt that something wrong happened during the surgery. I took seven norcos in a row to ease the pain. I called my grandmother. I told her I needed to go back to the hospital.She wouldn't pick me up until the next day.In the morning, I went back to the Emergency room. I waited around for hours. The hospital inspected me. They told me that everything was fine. I went back home, however not empty handed. I was given another prescription for more Norcos.After my thirty day leave of absence expired, I was forced to come back to work. I had to scour through everywhere to find a car pool buddy.Eventually I did. Thank God I have such amazing friends. Who knows where I would be in life without them.I walked around at work in crutches each and every day. For the next two months, I built a lot of upper body strength. Until I was finally healed. Then my life was back to normal. Then I never worked out my upper body again.During the loss of the use of one of my legs, I had attained a newfound perspective on life.No longer was I the bitter angry old man who had despised everything.Slowly, I learned to begin to appreciate my life.I was able to identify who my true friends were:The ones who stuck by me while I was disabled.The ones who brought me food or kept me company or had conversations with me when I was all alone.I was able to appreciate the small things in life, like:Being able to walk.Being able to run.Being able to shower.Being able to go where I wanted to when I wanted to.What I was able to appreciate the most, out of everything, was being able to walk and hold a drink at the same time. While walking on crutches, this is probably the hardest thing in the world to do.I mean, cooking on crutches is pretty intense and nearly impossible. But walking while holding a cup?Absolutely impossible.Unfortunately though, as I looked through the list of people who had helped me at a time of my life when I was physically disabled...There was one person who was never there.My ex.She claimed she loved me.She claimed I meant something to her.She claimed that I was important to her.But her actions showed otherwise.To understand that I didn't mean as much as she had stated I did to her.To reflect back upon the last decade of my life where I had ruined other relationships and was unable to start new ones, because I was still undeniably in love with her.I finally had what I needed in my life to finally be over her.I was finally free from the trap I had encased myself into.I was free from the years of self-mutilating misery I had put myself through.I was finally free from the trap of being madly in love with a woman who wasn't right for me.Who knows. Maybe if I had never broken those two bones in my ankle, I would have never been free from the depths of hell that I had dug myself into... With nothing but thoughts of depression and anxiety for how horrid my life was without the so called "love of my life".Maybe today, I would still be a bitter man who hated the world for the turmoil he had to experience throughout his whole life.Maybe today, I would still just be that person you avoid at all costs, who spreads nothing but toxicity and hate in the world.But, it did happen.I broke two bones in my ankle.My life changed.And here I am today.Sharing my journey of the most physically painful, yet eye opening experience of my life.Here are some pictures:This was immediately after I had left the hospital.My friend Jamie decided to write on my cast and draw on my toe.My friend Dave decided to take a few minutes out of his busy day of driving Lamborghinis to drop off a Mexican burrito to meHere's a picture of the best burrito I ever ate in my life.Here's a picture of Dave with his last car.And here's a picture of my first night out after a full recovery.Each day, I'm reminded of how blessed I am to have such amazing friends.Read more on my blog: What It Feels like to Be Severely Injured

In The Hunt for Red October, Captain Ramius says “Your conclusions were all wrong, Ryan. Halsey acted stupidly." What was he referring to and was he right about Admiral Halsey?Halsey is known for two particular things that are regarded as his mistakes. Ramius could be referring to either one or both of these things.Personally I would have to disagree with the Ramius Character. Keep in mind the character is the product of an author writing his own opinions, and not actually the brilliant Naval Leader the novel/film pretends to be. The popular opinion is steeped in HINDSIGHT, and Halsey is judged in hindsight, not in the view contemporary to Halsey himself. Though he does shoulder some responsibility for the two incidents, Halsey is not to blame to the degree and manner in which his has been.So what are the two incidents?First, His actions during the Battle Off Samar/Battle of Cape Engano.The Common view of Halsey is that Halsey was supposed to be guarding the Northern approaches to the Leyte Gulf landing areas where the 7th Fleet was conducting Amphibious Assault landings to retake the Philippines. But instead he allowed himself to be suckered in by a decoy force as he raced off eager to fight a carrier battle and ignored his responsibility, leaving the San Bernadino unguarded and allowed Kurita’s Center Force to slip through and threaten the landing ships. He said he was leaving a smaller task force behind to guard the straits and he didn’t, leaving everyone wondering what in the hell was going on. This resulted in a Mismatched battle not seen since David and Goliath as a tiny group of vessels never intended to be in direct combat with Capital Ships was engaged and had to fight for their lives against the largest Naval Surface Force ever assembled by the Japanese, to include the Monster Battleship, Yamato.The events did happen, but this is not HOW it went down.Halsey was commander of 3rd Fleet.The Leyte landings were 7th Fleet under the Command of Kincaid.Halsey was not subordinate to Kincaid, and in fact both men reported to different commanders, Kincaid to Douglas MacArthur, Halsey to Chester Nimitz.Though Halsey’s 3rd fleet was assisting in guarding the northern approaches, 7th Fleet was more than capable of guarding itself. Halsey had written orders from Nimitz that altered his primary task if certain conditions arose and guarding 7th would no longer be his primary concern.With the spotting of Ozawa’s Northern Force, those conditions were met and Halsey announced that he was leaving to conduct his own operations against the enemy and was no longer guarding the straits. Kincaid should have taken the moment to reorganize his own forces to cover Halsey’s absence. He didn’t.Kincaid didn’t because HE screwed up and made a false assumption based on his listening to radio messages never intended for him.The US was aware of Kurita’s force approaching the San Bernadino straits.Halsey broadcast a message to his ships detailed his intentions should he have to go somewhere else with Kurita still threatening the strait. The message detailed which ships were to break off from his Fleet to form a smaller task force (TF34) and under whose command (Adm Lee). and also detailed their order were to guard the strait while he had to absent himself elsewhere to combat another enemy. Though not meant for Kincaid, he did copy and read this message.Halsey had launched a strike the day before and severely hurt Kurita’s force. The second most powerful battleship in the world, Yamato’s sister ship, the Musashi was sunk. Yamato herself was severely damaged, and may other ships were severely damaged and/or sunk. Kurita turned around in retreat and was fleeing back through the Sibuyan Sea.This is when Ozawa’s Northern Force was spotted.In Halsey’s mind, Kurita was retreating, damaged, and no longer a threat. Ozawa’s Carrier force was the new threat.Nimitz’s orders shifted Halsey primary mission from guarding 7th to destroying the Japanese fleet if such conditions arose. They just did.Halsey’s plan to leave TF34 behind was in case he had to do this while Kurita still threatened the Strait. Kurita no longer threatened the strait so Halsey went north after Ozawa with everything he had.He radioed Kincaid and told him he was going north and leaving the strait unguarded.Kincaid thought TF34 was formed up and detached, and still behind guarding the straits. They weren’t. Kincaid made a false assumption based upon his reading Halsey message of intent as an actual order to form TF34.And in the night, Kurita’s Center force turned back around and was no longer retreating but heading right for the now unguarded strait.Kurita passed through the straits and down the coast off Samar Island, where it encountered the northernmost elements of Kincaid’s 7th Fleet. The tiny little Task Group, call-sign Taffy 3.A Destroyer escort is a pint-sized Destroyer, Cheaper, Smaller, Less capable, but able to be built fast and more of them.Like the Destroyer Escort, an Escort Carrier is a cheaper, Smaller, Less capable version of the Large Fleet Carriers. Each holding only about 30 or so planes rather than the 70–80 planes of a full sized Carrier.Taffy 3 consisted of 6 Escort Carriers, protected by 3 Destroyers and 4 Destroyer Escorts.All unarmored.None with a gun bigger than a 5″ gun.Their mission was to provide Anti-Submarine patrols and fly Ground Support missions for troops ashore. Not to go up against other Naval Warships. As such, they were armed with Depth Charges and HE/Frag bombs, not Torpedoes or Armor Piercing bombs designed to destroy armored warships.Against these 13 small, unarmored American Ships came Kurita’s Center Force.4 Battleships (including Yamato, the largest most powerful Battleship in all of History)6 Heavy cruisers2 Light Cruisers11 DestroyersYamato alone, weighed as much in tonnage and displacement as all 13 US ships combined, including the 6 escort carriers. Just a single one of her main gun turrets weighed as much as an entire Fletcher class Destroyer.The story of this battle is one deserving of it’s own answer.Plenty of heroism and magnificent naval action as David, in the form of three destroyers and a destroyer escort, fended off and sent the most powerful surface force ever assembled into retreat. Two of the three destroyers were sunk, as well as the Destroyer escort that fought with them. But only one of the carriers they defended was sunk. Everyone else managed to get away and Kurita was sent retreating yet again.But this is not about that battle.I highly recommend the most excellent book by James D. Hornfischer… Last Stand of the Tin Can Sailors.Back to Halsey.Halsey was halfway to Ozawa when word came of the battle developing behind him. Everyone in 7th Fleet was panicked. Kincaid was blowing up the airwaves asking about Halsey’s whereabouts, and more to the point, where the hell was TF 34 that was supposed to be guarding them.The radio waves were so jammed with frantic messages, many asking about the status of Task Force 34, that Nimitz himself back in Pearl Harbor Headquarters was beginning to wonder what was going on. He had his staff send a message to Halsey, simply asking “Where is TF 34?”It is in the Nature of Naval Communications to emphasize by repeating the important parts of a message, so Nimitz’s simple inquiry became,“Where is… Repeat, Where is Task Force 34?Naval coding at the time inserted nonsense “padding” phrases before and after the main message to further confuse enemy decryption. The actual transmitted message was…TURKEY TROTS TO WATER GG FROM CINCPAC ACTION COM THIRD FLEET INFO COMINCH CTF SEVENTY-SEVEN X WHERE IS RPT WHERE IS TASK FORCE THIRTY FOUR RR THE WORLD WONDERSNow everything before the GG and after the RR is the padding, not part of the message. This should have been removed from the message during decryption but for some reason the radioman left the padding on the last part of the message.After being inundated by constant panicked messages from Kincaid and 7th fleet requesting immediate help and asking where they are, Halsey is suddenly handed a message from his commander in Hawaii which read, “Where is Task Force 34, the world wonders”. Halsey was utterly devastated. He took this as a severe and highly public rebuke by his Commander, a man he highly admires. He literally had a shit fit right on the Flag Bridge of the New Jersey. Caught out of position between two major groups of ships and not in a position to engage either one. He turned around and headed back only to be too late, and then had to turn around again and nearly missed engaging Ozawa, but in the end, managed to do so.Another point in all this that people tend to wrongly blame Halsey for is that Ozawa’s Northern Force was a decoy force intended to draw Halsey away from guarding the Strait. Halsey was a bulldog, tenacious and quick to attack. IN fact his nickname was “The Bull”. It was well known even to the Japanese that Halsey longed for a Carrier on Carrier battle and so far throughout the War had missed out on every major Carrier vs Carrier battle.Halsey allowed himself to be suckered away by a decoy force.In Halsey’s defense, those judging him are doing so with hindsight. Halsey had no way to know that Ozawa’s carriers had very few planes and even fewer pilots and even those pilots barely had enough training to even safely take off, much less conduct combat. Ozawa’s vaunted carriers were useless and thus expendable as a decoy force. Japan’s Carrier aircraft and pilots had been decimated by the war and were practically nonexistent by this point.But Halsey could not yet have known any of this. As far as he or any other American knew, Ozawa’s Carrier still represented a dangerous force to be reckoned with. This also factored into Halsey’s decision not to leave part of his ships behind if he didn’t need to do so.So while Halsey does shoulder some responsibility for what went down on October the 25th/26th of 1944, it was not because he was acting stupidly as so many people tend to think. He made sound tactical decisions based on the information he had on hand at the moment. It just turned out that things worked out differently than planned. That happens in war.The other separate incident which Halsey is roundly (and in my opinion, unfairly) blamed for is the incident with Typhoon Cobra.Halsey is blamed for leaving his ships under fueled and drove them straight into a massive and powerful Typhoon. 3 Destroyers were lost, most of the rest were heavily damaged and even several of the bigger, more powerful ships were severely damaged, a Cruiser even lost its bow.First off, Weather prediction is not what it is today. Halsey did not have weather satellites in orbit nor powerful computer weather prediction models. No aerial photographs showing a massive Typhoon/Hurricane pinwheel moving towards them.Halsey’s decisions were reliant upon his weathermen he had with him.They in turn were reliant upon their own observations, and distant observations radioed to them by others. The Pacific Ocean is Massive. It literally covers one whole face of the entire planet Earth…That is a lot of empty ocean where weather and storms go on, that if a ship does not happen to pass through there and report, no one knows what the weather is.So Here is Halsey. His ships are getting a little low of fuel and should be needing to refuel soon, but not quite yet. Halsey holds off in order to gain time and distance to where he needs to go. Refueling underway slows everything down,Then a weather front blows up and the seas get rougher. Refueling now is extremely dangerous in bad weather so they hold off a little longer, expecting the storm front to pass through in a few hours and they’ll refuel afterwards. It is rough on the smaller ships because without the fuel ballast weighing them down and instead sitting high in the water on empty tanks it makes the rough weather even worse to ride out. But they are going to wait for calmer weather because refueling in bad weather is extremely bad.So Halsey’s 3rd Fleet keeps going, intending to steam on through this weather front.Except it turns out not to be a front, but rather a fully fledged Super Typhoon. (Estimated at a category 5). The weather does not clear but instead gets far far worse than could be imagined. The Ships, especially the smaller vessels having delayed refueling, are now almost empty of fuel and at the mercy of one of the most powerful storms on the planet. Several smaller ships were lost entirely, capsizing in the storm and sinking.This is an Aircraft Carrier…USS Hornet’s bow, after the storm.USS Pittsburgh, a Cruiser during the TyphoonAnd her bow, afterwards…But again… People are judging Halsey in hindsight, assuming he just recklessly drove his ships into a Typhoon while low on fuel.In truth, he had no way of knowing that the storm front was actually a massive typhoon given the limitations of weather prediction and reporting back them.He chose to delay refueling to make up lost time, a tactical decision that is only wrong in hindsight. Once weather worsened, he delayed refueling again til the storm passed, a sound decision that is only wrong because the weather prediction was wrong. Ships are slow compared to storm movements, Ships need advanced warning to have time to sail out of their paths. By the time they realized the seriousness of their predicament, it was too late.So that’s it.The “Halsey Acted Stupidly” comment by Ramius was likely referring either to his actions off Leyte Gulf, or to his actions during the Typhoons. These are the two incidents which people most often criticize Halsey for.But in this context, Ramius is actually the one in the wrong.

If I were in charge? Phase 1 Movie 1: Clark Yes. Clark, not Superman. This film will show Clark Kent’s transition into Superman, just after his moving into Metropolis from Smallville. This takes place just less than a decade before the Justice League is put together. - Jimmy Olsen as a character is heavily modified. He is now the coolest kid in town, a huge geek and a graphic designer with the toys to show for it. - Metropolis is the City of Tomorrow. That must have a tangible effect on both Clark and the viewer; technology is maybe as advanced here as you might expect it to be on our Earth, five years in advance - not that far off that we cannot relate to it. - Clark spends much of the movie investigating Intergang, who similarly dabble in both advanced technology and the very borders of magic(more)