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from its twin engine exhausts.
“I’m going supersonic and should arrive at the submarine’s coordinates in ten minutes.” The pilot spoke to the air boss in the control tower.
USS Alaska
As the Alaska continued its westerly course through the strait, many of the kids and crew couldn’t help but watch the unfolding action on the TVs throughout the ship.
“I wish we could go faster,” Mike sighed as he watched his sub on the overhead monitor.
“A Trident submarine isn’t exactly a cigarette boat,” Admiral Connery spoke, looking over at Mike. “She’s designed to perform at her best underwater.”
“I’m not sure what a cigarette has to do with a boat, but that small, black rubber boat on the TV sure is moving fast and looks like it’s about to catch us,” remarked Mike.
Admiral Connery peered into the periscope and rotated it to the starboard side. A speeding boat with several men onboard came into view.
“Good observation, Mike,” the Admiral commented without looking away from the periscope. “That boat is a combat rubber raiding craft, so I can only assume that the men holding machine guns are SEALs. I wonder what they’re up to?”
F/A-18 Super Hornet
“Patch me through to the SEALs on the water,” the pilot ordered through his mask.
“Patching you through,” replied the air boss.
“Special forces, do you read me?” asked the pilot.
“We read you,” answered a Lieutenant on the speeding boat. “What is your ETA to our location?”
“I’ll be in range in five minutes. Begin lasing the target now,” the pilot ordered.
“Roger that,” replied the SEAL Lieutenant. “We’ll paint you a nice big target on the sonar dome for your precision ordinance.”
“Make sure you’re a safe distance away,” the Pilot added. “I don’t want to see any mention of friendly fire on my next fitness report.”
“Nice,” remarked the Lieutenant. “I’m turning the laser on now.”
USS Alaska
“What’s that red light beaming at us, Granddad?” Caroline asked as she watched the television.
Through the periscope, the Admiral could clearly see the SEALs painting a target on the bow of the sub.
“Change of plans everyone,” Admiral Connery remarked intensely. “Those SEALs are targeting our sonar dome for a laser-guided bomb. That means we’re just moments away from being attacked by incoming aircraft. We’re no longer safe on the surface.”
“Diving Officer, Emergency Deep!” The Admiral shouted to Caroline.
“Emergency Deep? We didn’t learn about that in the trainer this morning!” Caroline panicked.
“It means dive the ship as fast as you can,” barked the Admiral. “Mike, open the vents to let out the air and fill the tanks with seawater. Chrissie, I need you to push your yoke all the way down to give us a full downward angle on the stern planes. Annie, once the sail is submerged, I want full down on the fairwater planes, too.”
The Admiral picked up his microphone and announced, “Dive, Dive, Dive,” on the 1MC. He then sounded the klaxon, which made an annoying sound that the kids had only heard previously in movies.
A large spray of air and water shot up from the deck of the Alaska as she slowly began to slip beneath the waves.
“We’re not sinking fast enough,” the Admiral groaned.
SEAL Team
“They’re submerging!” The SEAL Petty Officer holding the laser yelled out to the Lieutenant.
“Keep the sonar dome painted as long as you can,” the Lieutenant ordered frantically.
The SEAL team could hear the thundering sound of incoming fighter jet as it approached their position.
“The bomb is going to be here any second now,” the Lieutenant pronounced loudly. “Keep it painted.”
“The sonar dome is almost completely under water,” cried out the Petty Officer. “Call off the bomber.”
“Too late,” the Lieutenant replied, as the two of them heard the familiar whistling sound of the falling bomb.
The laser was no longer painting
“I’m going supersonic and should arrive at the submarine’s coordinates in ten minutes.” The pilot spoke to the air boss in the control tower.
USS Alaska
As the Alaska continued its westerly course through the strait, many of the kids and crew couldn’t help but watch the unfolding action on the TVs throughout the ship.
“I wish we could go faster,” Mike sighed as he watched his sub on the overhead monitor.
“A Trident submarine isn’t exactly a cigarette boat,” Admiral Connery spoke, looking over at Mike. “She’s designed to perform at her best underwater.”
“I’m not sure what a cigarette has to do with a boat, but that small, black rubber boat on the TV sure is moving fast and looks like it’s about to catch us,” remarked Mike.
Admiral Connery peered into the periscope and rotated it to the starboard side. A speeding boat with several men onboard came into view.
“Good observation, Mike,” the Admiral commented without looking away from the periscope. “That boat is a combat rubber raiding craft, so I can only assume that the men holding machine guns are SEALs. I wonder what they’re up to?”
F/A-18 Super Hornet
“Patch me through to the SEALs on the water,” the pilot ordered through his mask.
“Patching you through,” replied the air boss.
“Special forces, do you read me?” asked the pilot.
“We read you,” answered a Lieutenant on the speeding boat. “What is your ETA to our location?”
“I’ll be in range in five minutes. Begin lasing the target now,” the pilot ordered.
“Roger that,” replied the SEAL Lieutenant. “We’ll paint you a nice big target on the sonar dome for your precision ordinance.”
“Make sure you’re a safe distance away,” the Pilot added. “I don’t want to see any mention of friendly fire on my next fitness report.”
“Nice,” remarked the Lieutenant. “I’m turning the laser on now.”
USS Alaska
“What’s that red light beaming at us, Granddad?” Caroline asked as she watched the television.
Through the periscope, the Admiral could clearly see the SEALs painting a target on the bow of the sub.
“Change of plans everyone,” Admiral Connery remarked intensely. “Those SEALs are targeting our sonar dome for a laser-guided bomb. That means we’re just moments away from being attacked by incoming aircraft. We’re no longer safe on the surface.”
“Diving Officer, Emergency Deep!” The Admiral shouted to Caroline.
“Emergency Deep? We didn’t learn about that in the trainer this morning!” Caroline panicked.
“It means dive the ship as fast as you can,” barked the Admiral. “Mike, open the vents to let out the air and fill the tanks with seawater. Chrissie, I need you to push your yoke all the way down to give us a full downward angle on the stern planes. Annie, once the sail is submerged, I want full down on the fairwater planes, too.”
The Admiral picked up his microphone and announced, “Dive, Dive, Dive,” on the 1MC. He then sounded the klaxon, which made an annoying sound that the kids had only heard previously in movies.
A large spray of air and water shot up from the deck of the Alaska as she slowly began to slip beneath the waves.
“We’re not sinking fast enough,” the Admiral groaned.
SEAL Team
“They’re submerging!” The SEAL Petty Officer holding the laser yelled out to the Lieutenant.
“Keep the sonar dome painted as long as you can,” the Lieutenant ordered frantically.
The SEAL team could hear the thundering sound of incoming fighter jet as it approached their position.
“The bomb is going to be here any second now,” the Lieutenant pronounced loudly. “Keep it painted.”
“The sonar dome is almost completely under water,” cried out the Petty Officer. “Call off the bomber.”
“Too late,” the Lieutenant replied, as the two of them heard the familiar whistling sound of the falling bomb.
The laser was no longer painting
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