first female ensigns show up just before the beginning of the current patrol. And as expected, it caused a bit of a stir, particularly among the older crew-members and their wives, who felt their way of life was being turned upside down by “social engineering politicians.”
Jerry was neutral about assigning women to submarines. He’d seen the integration of the sexes before in the surface and aviation communities, and while there were a lot of problems at first, eventually things worked themselves out. He knew the fraternization problem hadn’t gone away, but the dire predictions of whole-scale collapse of ship cohesiveness and readiness didn’t occur either. His views were also tempered by his first deployment on USS Memphis. They had embarked two women for a special intelligence-gathering mission off the coast of Russia.
Captain Guthrie, on the other hand, was strongly against the policy change. He’d said it was inappropriate to have mixed crews on submarines due to the extremely close quarters and limited habitability space. In his opinion, “to expect young men and women to not act like young men and women was the height of hypocrisy.” To his credit, he treated his two female officers no differently than any other member of his crew. He was just as civil, and pushed them just as hard as his other junior officers, and so far Ensigns Laura Tillman and Sandy Wagner were making satisfactory progress toward completing the lengthy qualifications for their dolphins—the symbol of an accomplished submariner. Of course, Guthrie made it clear to the entire crew that “any transgressions would be dealt with to the maximum extent the Uniform Code of Military Justice allowed. He would not tolerate fraternization on board his boat, and the individuals involved would live to regret it.” So far, no one had tested the waters to see if the “Old Man” was bluffing.
The momentary dimming of the lights told Jerry that the reactor coolant pumps were being started and he could feel the vibration in the deck plates as Michigan accelerated. One aspect of the Ohio- class design that made them so quiet was the S8G reactor plant. The reactor was built to take advantage of the basic principle that hot water rises and cold water sinks. By using these thermal currents, cooling water would naturally circulate without the need for pumps; but only up to a certain point. For greater power, coolant pumps had to be engaged to increase the flow and keep the core at a safe operating temperature. This forced circulation mode was needed whenever Michigan had to move at high speeds.
The noise and traffic in the control room soon increased as the SEALs, Master Chief Eichmann, Michigan’s chief of the boat, and the ship’s department heads began filing into the BMC. While taking a mental muster, Lieutenant Isaac Simmons, the navigation and operations officer, looked at Jerry and gestured “what the hell is going on?” Silently, Jerry pointed toward the door of the BMC. Simmons responded with a sloppy half-salute. Immediately after him came Barrineau and Carlson. Dumb and dumber ,; thought Jerry as he saw the cast on Carlson’s left arm from just below the shoulder all the way to the wrist. “The skipper isn’t going to be happy when he sees that,” he muttered to himself.
A quick glance at his watch showed that the five minutes were nearly up. Moving forward to the front of the periscope stand, Jerry took up a vantage point from where he could see the radio room door. He was never very good at waiting, but with a high priority mission before them, Jerry was more impatient than usual. He just couldn’t let it show.
“XO, we are on course two seven zero, and our speed is thirteen knots coming to seventeen.” Nelson’s report yanked him back from his temporary vigil.
“Very well, OOD,” Jerry replied flatly.
“So what’s going on, XO? This can’t be part of the exercise. We’re going in the
Jerry was neutral about assigning women to submarines. He’d seen the integration of the sexes before in the surface and aviation communities, and while there were a lot of problems at first, eventually things worked themselves out. He knew the fraternization problem hadn’t gone away, but the dire predictions of whole-scale collapse of ship cohesiveness and readiness didn’t occur either. His views were also tempered by his first deployment on USS Memphis. They had embarked two women for a special intelligence-gathering mission off the coast of Russia.
Captain Guthrie, on the other hand, was strongly against the policy change. He’d said it was inappropriate to have mixed crews on submarines due to the extremely close quarters and limited habitability space. In his opinion, “to expect young men and women to not act like young men and women was the height of hypocrisy.” To his credit, he treated his two female officers no differently than any other member of his crew. He was just as civil, and pushed them just as hard as his other junior officers, and so far Ensigns Laura Tillman and Sandy Wagner were making satisfactory progress toward completing the lengthy qualifications for their dolphins—the symbol of an accomplished submariner. Of course, Guthrie made it clear to the entire crew that “any transgressions would be dealt with to the maximum extent the Uniform Code of Military Justice allowed. He would not tolerate fraternization on board his boat, and the individuals involved would live to regret it.” So far, no one had tested the waters to see if the “Old Man” was bluffing.
The momentary dimming of the lights told Jerry that the reactor coolant pumps were being started and he could feel the vibration in the deck plates as Michigan accelerated. One aspect of the Ohio- class design that made them so quiet was the S8G reactor plant. The reactor was built to take advantage of the basic principle that hot water rises and cold water sinks. By using these thermal currents, cooling water would naturally circulate without the need for pumps; but only up to a certain point. For greater power, coolant pumps had to be engaged to increase the flow and keep the core at a safe operating temperature. This forced circulation mode was needed whenever Michigan had to move at high speeds.
The noise and traffic in the control room soon increased as the SEALs, Master Chief Eichmann, Michigan’s chief of the boat, and the ship’s department heads began filing into the BMC. While taking a mental muster, Lieutenant Isaac Simmons, the navigation and operations officer, looked at Jerry and gestured “what the hell is going on?” Silently, Jerry pointed toward the door of the BMC. Simmons responded with a sloppy half-salute. Immediately after him came Barrineau and Carlson. Dumb and dumber ,; thought Jerry as he saw the cast on Carlson’s left arm from just below the shoulder all the way to the wrist. “The skipper isn’t going to be happy when he sees that,” he muttered to himself.
A quick glance at his watch showed that the five minutes were nearly up. Moving forward to the front of the periscope stand, Jerry took up a vantage point from where he could see the radio room door. He was never very good at waiting, but with a high priority mission before them, Jerry was more impatient than usual. He just couldn’t let it show.
“XO, we are on course two seven zero, and our speed is thirteen knots coming to seventeen.” Nelson’s report yanked him back from his temporary vigil.
“Very well, OOD,” Jerry replied flatly.
“So what’s going on, XO? This can’t be part of the exercise. We’re going in the
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