1358Z 21 FEB 1984. 350 MILES NORTHWEST OF LOS ANGELES, CA.
CAPTAIN’S IN CIC! This was the announcement as Commander Jeffery Hamilton, USN, the 39 year old commanding officer of USS John Young (DD-973) entered his ship’s Combat Information Center. He was met by the on-watch Tactical Action Officer, Lt. Walter James. “Captain, we’ve just gotten Flash traffic that there’s been a nuclear detonation in West Germany. So far there’s no info on whose it was.”
Hamilton’s jaw dropped. “What? They don’t know whose? How in the hell is that even possible?” After taking a moment to compose himself, Hamilton continued, “Well I guess this makes our job out here that much more serious. Anything else on that possible sub contact Smith said he had yesterday?”
“No sir,” James replied, “but we may know more when we can get the helo up. Air det says she’ll be ready to fly in about 15 more minutes. They’ve been working on the bird all night.”
“Good. I’ll feel a lot better once they can get some sonobuoys out there. What’s our sonar status?”
“Everything's in the green. I just wish we had one of those new towed arrays. That would help with this thermal layer.”
Hamilton was silent as he read the morning’s other message traffic. “Bagley reported a possible sub contact a couple of days ago not too far from here. If it’s a boomer, we may only get one shot at her before she launches. I want ASROCs and torpedos ready to fire at all times. Also, as soon as air det says it’s ready, I want the helo flying. If that subs out there, I want her.”
THE SAME TIME. 53 MILES NORTHWEST. ABOARD DELTA III CLASS SSBN K-506
Captain First Rank Anton Gallikov was truly worried. The submarine broadcast had been received moments before, and had contained nothing unusual. What was worrying him were shortwave news broadcasts also received when they’d come to antenna depth. A nuclear detonation in Germany. Had the world gone mad? Gallikov hoped not, only wanting this patrol to be over with so they could head home to Vladivostok.
“A moment, Comrade Captain?” It was the boat’s political officer, Captain-Lieutenant Pyotr Golovko. “The men have heard of the news from Germany and are worried. To be honest, I am as well.”
“I share the concern also, Petya.” Gallikov actually liked the young Zampolit. He seemed to actually care for the crew and was making the effort to learn the boat’s systems and operation. Golovko was much different from K-506’s previous Zampolit. That bastard did nothing but sit in the wardroom and quote Marx all the time. “I’ll be speaking to the crew shortly. For now though, we need to get to our new patrol area.”
Gallikov looked up. “Helm, new course, steer course 125. Make our depth 200 meters.” Silently Gallikov also thought “and may God help us all.”
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