The American War

December 1941. The Japanese strike force is already at sea.

But this time, America is ready.

When a brilliant young codebreaker at Station HYPO picks up a chilling pattern in Japan’s radio silence, his discovery reaches the Oval Office. President Roosevelt, haunted by a lifetime of political instinct, makes a fateful decision: fortify Hawaii,...

The war America won at Pearl Harbor is far from over.

December 7, 1941 was supposed to be Japan’s greatest victory. Instead, it became a trap. The Japanese fleet was expected. The American carriers were waiting. And when the smoke cleared over Pearl Harbor, Admiral Kimmel held the initiative—and Lieutenant Jack Gibson, the Ace of Pearl Harbor,...

The Philippine Sea is won. The carriers are gone, the supply lines are cut, and the Imperial Japanese Army is fighting a war it no longer knows how to win. But Japan has not surrendered. Jack Gibson commands the Lightning Squadron. Patton drives north through the mountains of northern Luzon. Yamamoto, in his cabin aboard Yamato, opens the...

Isoroku Yamamoto, on the bridge of the Nagato in December of 1941, told his staff he feared the strike at Pearl Harbor had done nothing but awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.

He had been correct in every particular.

The giant is awake. The Combined Fleet has been destroyed in detail. The Philippines is American again....

Four hundred miles of cold water. That is all that stands between America and Tokyo now.

November 1943. The bargains struck with a Soviet Union fighting for its life have bought the United States something nobody expected: ground in the north. From the airfields of Karafuto, American fighters can reach the Japanese capital and come home.

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The Empire cannot win. It cannot be defended. And it will not stop.

1944. Japan is being taken apart in four places at once, by men with four different reasons.

In China, the largest army the Empire owns is still fighting and still winning ground in a war that stopped mattering a year ago, and nobody in Tokyo will order it home. In the hills of...