The American and Japanese battle fleets closed. Combined they totalled seven battleships with all their ancillary escorts of cruisers and milling destroyers. A quarter of a million tons of major units, punching at each other with sixty guns whose barrels were as long as a cricket pitch. Every vociferous minute, sixty shells, each as high and thick as a man, ripped through the air and searched for their targets. And, like two unleashed terriers, the Australian destroyers, Wind Rode and Scimitar tore at a crippled Jap battleship . . .
During his fourteen years in the R.A.N., Queensland born James (Jim) Edmond MacDonnell (aka James McNell, James Dark, James Edmond Macdonnell, James Macdonnell, J.E.M., Jim Macdonnell, J. Macdonnell, Macnell, Kerry Mitchell, Michael Owen.) came up through all lowerdeck ranks to commissioned gunnery-officer. This experience is evident in his sea novels which have been published in many countries overseas, as well as in Australia and New Zealand.