EARLIER.....
Major Trev sat in the briefing room with the rest of the Cutthroats as Boa finished handing out the orders for this operation.  "Hmmm, waxing a spit factory.  From the look of these photos it should be a cake walk for us." he whispered to Dice.  Dice just smiled his usual disarming smile and nodded his head bit as if to say, Sure! Go ahead and curse this mission by saying that.
"All right then Cuts!  Man your planes and lets make us a bomb fire that we can roast weenies in!
DISMISSED!" Boa yelled.

They had launched from Naughton Memorial in heavy P38's.  Bluebeard, Blackbeard and Redbeard had each launched a C47 loaded with marines.  Once the defenses of the spit factory were neutralized they were going to try and capture it.  He hoped all would go as planned.  His musings were interrupted when Beluga called over the radio for a radio check from everyone in Bluebeard.  "Roger, Blue2 here." Trev answered.  Looking over his gauges to make sure everything was in the norm he gave Beluga a thumbs up that all was good with him.
"Okay, Bluebeard make 'em hot!  We're almost there." came Beluga's voice.  Flipping the switch to arm his two 550 pound bombs Trev gave a wry smile at the thought of his two bombs with the painted sharks mouth on their noses that he had put on them yesterday.  And as an after thought he had added 'With Best Wishes, Trev'.
The order came to approach target when word was received that Boa and Modas had cleared out most of the anti-aircraft defenses.  One after the other the P38's ahead of him winged over and began their descent upon the targets below.  Following suit he pulled over and dropped his nose aiming for the fuel tanks.  He throttled back, fully extended the flaps and applied the airbrakes to keep his IAS down to around 200 knots.  He could see ground troops running all over the place.  Many seemed to be vainly firing small arms at them in an attempt to compensate for the destroyed ack positions.  Laughing at the futility of it all he released both bombs on the fuel tanks below him.  Pulling up he punched the throttle to the firewall and retracted his flaps trying to maintain what energy his plane still had.  His plane shuddered as the shockwaves from the secondary explosions
caught up with him.  "Whew! Love it when that happens." he said with a smile, his heart pounding in his chest.
When much of the area in and around the spit factory was violently burning Boa finally gave the order to drop the troops in an attempt to caapture the remains of the factory.  It was hard to tell what exactly happened through the haze of all the smoke but he could hear the marine major calling for any support as they were under heavy light weapons fire.  Before anyone could properly come to the aid of the marines the transmission abruptly ended.
Suddenly one of the ack positions came to life trying to clear the air of the CMC.  Trev began to bank towards the position in an attempt to strafe it but saw first Awulf then Modas make successful strafing runs on the bunker.  With Modas's final pass the bunker erupted in a ball of fire as the ack shells went off.  "Way to go guys" he thought to himself.  It was then that Boa gave the order for everyone to begin strafing the ground troops to make way for the final C47 piloted by Momo.
With the rest of Bluebeard he made pass after pass over the factory firing his cannons into the ground troops and any other target of opportunity.
Momo was on final for the factory when Trev made a lazy circle around the area looking for another good target when he noticed that the smoke coming out of the still standing factory wasn't the right color.  It was a yellowish-green and what set him into panic was the large number of white garbed people staggering out of the structure only to collapse to the ground.  Wildly looking around he saw Momo's C47 and was about to call an abort of the drop when another ack bunker roared to life.  Time stopped.  Trev starting his call to abort.  Momo turning on the green light for the marines to jump.  The marine captain giving thumbs up to his men.
And then the C47 was an expanding ball of blazing fire as the first ack shell tore into her belly.
A single marine is seen falling from the explosion, possibly the captain, his chute trailing behind him failing to open.
Enraged CMC bore down on the frantic ack gunners. Trev calls Boa alerting him to the unusual smoke coloration from the damaged factory.  And through all the pandemonium the call comes over the radio from Boa to abort the mission.

That night he joined the rest of the CMC in the mess hall for a ceremony.  Trev watched as Boa stood up before everyone.  "Cuts we are here tonight to honor one of our own and to award, post humiously....." Boa seems to falter over those words and then continues "this Purple Heart to Momo for his sacrifice this day."  He was about to continue when the mess door opened and there stood Momo.  His face pale and looking a bit shaken he said "No need for the post humious Sir."  And with his back straight and his face suddenly unreadable Momo strode to the front to receive his award.  Trev hoped that the look of shock on everyone's face was not as noticeable on his own.  And yet again the unthinkable and unexplainable had happened.  When will this end, he asked hiimself.  And then everyone surged forward to welcome their friend and comrade baaack home.