Not much going on at our end of reality. About the biggest event lately for us was my thirty-year high school reunion. I ended up going this time (I don't think there was a tenth - and I was busy moving during my twentieth) and seeing people I hadn't seen in...well...thirty years.
It was
okay, I guess. But the restaurant it was set at (the "Veranda Grill" on the Queen Mary, in Long Beach) was a bad shape for such an event (the floor space formed a "U" - which meant that no matter where you sat, you could see at most a third of the people there), had a
really poor sound system (I couldn't hear a guy on a microphone less than twenty feet away), problematic air conditioning (bad thing for a room with one hundred people in it on a night with eighty-five degree temps and ninety percent humidity) and the food was lousy (though I believe that's a given for such events).
Add in a raging headache and you have the ingredients for a poorish night.
Still, as I said, there were people there I hadn't seen in three decades, so it was at least
interesting and I'm glad I went. Still, I probably won't do it again until my fiftieth...
The army would see it as taking troops and materials away from the "real" war (the one that gets them Asia, not a bunch of funny islands whose sole purpose is to give the navy something to do), while the navy would see it as being put in the humiliating position of asking for help from the army.
In Japan in 1941...that's just not going to happen - at least not very easily (IOW, up to ASB level help).
It's interesting, though, that giving less men/materials to the Philippines might end up with them hurting the Japanese more.