Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Synopsis & Chapter One

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A Techno -Thriller Novel
Submarine Warfare, Espionage and Romance in the Pacific Ocean

© Copyright by John M. Olney, August 29, 1996. All Rights Reserved
Correspondence: 1325 Imola West, #409, Napa, CA 94559 E-mail: jolneytwcc1@aol.com

Click here to read Mr. Olney's Bio: http://twccwcmp.blogspot.com/2007/12/john-m.html

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Since 1997, I have been attempting to establish myself as a fiction writer. My first novel is titled, "The SOSUS Man." SOSUS is a Navy acronym for SOund SUrveillance System. I served in the System for five years which was followed by an additional five years consulting as a civilian. The novel takes place in the mid 1960's and early 1970's. The story line is based on actual events that I personally experienced while serving in the U.S. Navy. The events, dates and names have been changed and expanded. To the best of my knowledge, of the five different Soviet submarine operations detailed in my novel, only two have been made public to date.

This is the story about a young American Naval Officer named Kip Michaels who is an expert in a new, highly secret, Anti Submarine Warfare platform called "SOSUS." This is an acronym for "Sound Surveillance System." The primary objective of this system is to detect and track Soviet submarines. The story takes place in the North Pacific Ocean during the Cold War years 1965 through 1970.

Both the Soviets and the Japanese espionage networks had heard of the secret system and they both wanted to develop their own similar system. Japan is allegedly an ally of the U. S, however, because of the events of WW II, many in Congress and the military harbor doubt about Japanese loyalty. Thus, America will not give the Japanese access to the technology. The Soviets want such a system to counter what they deem to be a large threat to them; the growing strength of the U.S. ballistic missile, nuclear submarine inventory. Japan wants the System to protect against possible Soviet aggression.

Unbeknownst to each other, both Japan and Russia separately develop a plan to abduct a SOSUS expert whom they will drug and extract all the necessary information necessary to develop a SOSUS equivalency. Each plan called for the use of a Japanese airline stewardess to seduce the SOSUS expert and persuade him to travel on vacation to Japan where the abduction would take place. The drug used during the abduction prevents the recipient from remembering anything at all about what he tells others while under the influence of the drug.

The Japanese Kusawake agent, Sachiko Nagasaki (posing as a stewardess), and the Soviet KGB agent, Georgio Petroski (posing as a Public Relations Representative assigned to the Russian Embassy in Japan) have a chance social meeting in Tokyo. They have an affair. Neither know that the other is a spy. He informs her that he is about to travel to Hawaii on special assignment. She lets him know that she too will shortly be assigned to duty in Hawaii. They agree to stay in contact. She then travels to Washington DC for further training. It is here that she learns the truth about Georgio’s background. She informs her superiors about her encounter with Petroski. They order her to stay in contact with him. She still does not know about his true mission.

Michaels has been transferred to Hawaii to serve at the SOSUS Headquarters. Sachiko, upon completion of her training, is transferred to Hawaii where she will undertake her cover of being an airline stewardess. She contacts the Russian Consulate to let Georgio know that she is in town. The stage is now set for the abduction. Georgio had already established a tail on Michaels and now he places a tail on Sachiko.

Meanwhile, Sachiko arrives at the favorite lounge frequented by Michaels. The two meet as she planned. She immediately captivates and seduces him. The Soviet agents tailing the two lovers report this meeting to Georgio. He immediately orders the apartment of each of the two to be bugged. From the bugs, he learns that she is a stewardess. Later on he learns that Sachiko and Michaels plan to vacation in Japan. He can not believe how his plan is working so well. He learns the details of the itinerary of the lovers and plans where he will make the abduction.

Michaels and Sachiko depart for Japan. The Japanese agents are lying in wait at a pre planned stop where they will drug and abduct Michaels. However, Georgio intercepts the two earlier in their travels, drugs them and whisks the two of them off to Russia, thus leaving the Japanese abductors bewildered when Sachiko and her SOSUS man do not show up.

Once in Moscow, the Soviets interrogate Michaels over a 25 day period. They learn everything they need to know about SOSUS including the site location of the sensors used to detect Soviet submarines. They also learn from him about the location of their sunken Golf Class submarine off Hawaii.

Weaving throughout the story line are SOSUS detection's and tracking of Soviet submarines. These detection's are analyzed by Michaels and establish his credentials as a SOSUS expert. Also, there is the high sea drama of both the Soviets and Americans rushing to salvage a lost Soviet submarine off Hawaii. Near war conditions exist as submarines chase submarines and Naval Fleets encounter each other near the site of the sunken Soviet submarine.

When the Soviets complete the interrogation, they return Sachiko and Michaels to Tokyo. Georgio explains to Sachiko everything that happened to her. He informs her that she needs to cooperate with him or he will blackmail her and indeed the Japanese government. His hold on her is that he will provide the Americans with copies of the tapes made of her conversations with her government superiors about the Japanese plan to abduct Michaels. She and the Japanese government have no choice but to cooperate.

Michaels wakes up in a Japanese hospital. He does not remember a thing since being on the shoreline when he first arrived in Japan. Sachiko fills in his memory with a fabricated story that he had suffered a brain clot and had gone into a coma. He believes her story. He finds out that he has been unconscious for 30 days. His leave time is up and he must quickly return to Hawaii or suffer the consequences of being Absent With Out Leave (AWOL). The lovers return to Hawaii. Upon Michaels' arrival, his superiors immediately debrief him in attempt to determine what happened to him during the past month. They sense that Michaels actually believes the story told to him by Sachiko but they think her tale is suspicious. They initiate an investigation into the background of Sachiko. However, before they have a chance to interview her, she accepts a fill-in flight for a stewardess friend. The plane crashes killing Sachiko.

The CIA investigation results in the suspicion that Michaels and Sachiko had turned traitors and sold out to the Soviets. Her father was a very high placed official and receives word about the suspicions on his daughter. His family would lose face if Sachiko was proven to be a paid spy for the Soviets. He uses his influence to force the Japanese officials to divulge their abduction plans to the Americans. That leads them to the Soviet Agent, Georgio. Soon, both Michaels and Sachiko were cleared of any wrong doing.

The Japanese arrest Georgio as a spy and try him accordingly. The Americans admonished the Japanese for their original abduction plan but also agreed that they should have the SOSUS technology and give it to them.

The Soviets and the Americans nearly go to war over American blockage of a Soviet salvage ship that arrives off Hawaii to retrieve their lost submarine. The Americans and Soviets make a behind the scene apology to each other over all the past near war situations and then return to normal Cold War standoff strategies.

The Ending of The SOSUS Man
I haven't decided on the ending of the novel. I'm torn between continuing Kip Michaels serving in the Navy where he becomes a super Intelligence Command operative solving major military problems and conflicts or having him finish his tour of duty and being discharged from the Navy.
Chapter breakdown is as follows: (shown as: number, title, number pages, number words)
1. Intelligence Analysis
2. First Duty Station
3. Military Headquarters Develop Plans
4. All Hell Breaks Loose
5. Michaels Transferred
6. Submarine on Submarine
7. The Abduction, Interrogation and Action Plans
8. Michaels Lost and Found
9. US Salvage Operations Begin
10. Global Navigator On Site of Salvage Job
11. Salvage Lift Begins
12. Soviet Display of Outrage
13. USSR Moscow Stalks Galaxy Task Group
14. Japanese Task Group Pursues Ivan (Preliminary draft paragraphs only)
15. U.S. and Soviet Navies Converge on Hawaii (Preliminary draft paragraphs only)
16. Epilogue, 10, 524 (Preliminary draft paragraphs only)
TOTALS: 16 chapters, 306 pages, 162,419 words

I think that those who enjoy the works of authors such as Grisham, Clavells and Clancy would find my story interesting. The format of my novel is similar to that found in Clancy's Red Storm Rising, the Op Center series and the Power Play series. The reader moves back and forth between submarines at sea and military commands in Moscow, Washington DC, Hawaii and Tokyo. Of my friends who have read the novel, all believe it should be made into a movie.

Here is an extraction from my draft Novel

This is about the detection of the Soviet Golf Class submarine sinking off of Hawaii and includes a flashback where the reader rides aboard the soviet submarine as it races to its destruction and ultimate crash into the bottom some 16,000 feet down. You'll "hear" and "feel" the crushing death of the crew as bravely lead by the Sub's Captain trying everything he can to save sub and men. Warning!! It's a little gruesome and not for the faint of heart.

Number words this chapter: 5166 as of 11/21/96 Page 1

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A Techno -Thriller Novel
Submarine Warfare, Espionage and Romance in the Pacific Ocean

© Copyright by John M. Olney, November 21, 1996. All Rights Reserved
Correspondence: 1325 Imola West, #409, Napa, CA 94559 E-mail: thewinecntryclb2@aol.com

Draft Chapter One -- Intelligence Analysis

Operations Room
Just after midnight on _____, Ensign Michaels was on his second hour of reading intelligence messages. He had reviewed approximately six months worth of the most recent traffic. He noted there had been casual reference from NAVINTELCOM to inconsistent reporting by a deployed Soviet Golf II Class submarine. Michaels suddenly remembered that there had been an intelligence report the previous night that speculated about a Golf II Class submarine that failed to communicate in the past 24 hours. Apparently, this boat had experienced numerous electrical problems while on patrol off the Hawaiian Islands. This message information appeared to match the start up of all the Soviet submarine and surface warship activity in the Pacific. Michaels had to think about all this for a while.

He went back out to the plotting table and spoke to the Watch Officer (also known by the acronym, WO) and instructed him on what he wanted, "Please remove all detection tracks except those associated to Golf Class boats."

The WO looked at Michaels and said, "Sir, with all due respect, The Ops Officer gave us the order to plot all, not just one class. Under what authority do you propose to overrule the Ops Boss?"

"Under the rule that I'm here and he isn't. Now, do as I say. You can trace them can't you?" Michaels looked at the WO, and then continued, "Then you can lay them back down nice and easily later."

The WO thought about that a second and concluded to himself that, indeed, this suggestion worked. "Mr. Michaels, give us about 30 minutes and we'll have the board reduced to just Golf's, Sir."

"Roger, but be sure you have all of 'em for the past year. I'm particularly interested in them." Michaels then moved over to the real time tracking board to see what the two fleets were up to now. He noted no major changes so he left for the vault.

After about 20 minutes, the WO came up to Michaels to inform him the plot board was completed as he had ordered. Michaels got up and walked over to the board. He noticed that there was only one track to the Hawaiian Islands area and that was over 40 days ago. There was also a brief detection of a Golf class in the same general area just a few days ago on ____, which could correlate to the message traffic from intelligence. Other than these detections, there were no other Soviet operations detected in the Hawaiian area nor along the course lines of the current operations of the two Soviet Fleets.

"Ok Ensign Rausch, you can save these two detections and scrub the rest. But I want all of them saved on tracing paper. Also I want the major course lines of the two surface fleets plotted on this chart along with the sub detections."

"First Class, I want you to dig out the LOFARGRAM from the beams intersecting these positions and course lines." Michaels pointed to the most recent short detections. They could represent a return transit of the Golf sub. "I also want the tapes from that time frame played on the super vernier displays. Look for anything unusual and report back to me ASAP." (Verniers are equipment that magnifies and enhances a particular frequency range so that the operator can conduct detailed analysis of the signature.)

"Aye, aye, Sir."

Michaels was thinking about the Golf Class sub having equipment problems that would possibly show up on the LOFARGRAM. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he had a suspicion that maybe, just maybe, the grams would provide a clue. "Hey Sup, I'm going back into the vault and try to get more intelligence reports on the missing Golf. Call me on anything. And, I want you and I to review those super vernier presentations personally, got it?"

"Aye, aye, Sir."

"Sup, please get the Ops Boss on the secure line and patch him through to me in the vault."

"Aye Sir."

Michaels sat down at the desk and started typing a message to Washington D.C. using the informal, working circuit for Watch Officer-to-Watch Officer chit chat (also known by the acronym, WO-TO-WO).




Michaels was trying to find that last intelligence message when the phone rang. He picked it up and it was the Old Man whom he could tell had been drinking heavily. "Michaels, what the heck are you doing this time? I just got a call from my man who said you been having the Watch Section plot all kinds of stuff and that you have been calling all over Washington D.C. asking questions. Want to tell me what is in the hell is going on?"

"Well Captain, I'm just trying to do my job here and figure out what these Soviets are up to. In order to do that Sir, I need info from all kinds of sources. You DO want us to figure this operation out, don't you?"

"Don't get cute with me Mister! So what have you come up with?"

"Nothing concrete yet, Sir. Really don't know what to make of it yet."

"Well, keep me posted in a timely manner. Don't forget who is the Captain around here, Ensign!"

"No Sir, I certainly won't," Michaels said as he hung up. So I've got a Captain's mole out there on watch, huh? I think I'll set up a little trap. He went out to the plotting table and told the two enlisted men standing there that the Soviets were definitely acting as they were getting ready to attack Japan. He told them not to discuss his theory with anyone else because he didn't think they could handle such news. Michaels stayed on the floor and watched to make sure that the two didn't go talk to the others. About 15 minutes later, and in a similar fashion, he went to the two working on the tape machine and super verniers. He told them he thought the Soviets were setting up for an attack on Hawaii. Again he cautioned them not to discuss this with the others. He then went over to the plotting table and stayed with the two men working the plots. After 15 minutes passed, he went to the Sup and 1st Class and told them the operations probably had to do with a lost Soviet submarine. He cautioned them not to discuss it with the others. He remained on the floor for about 10 minutes and then he told the Sup he was going back to the vault.

"Say, 1st Class what happened to that call to the Ops Boss?"

"Sorry Sir, I forgot to tell you. He went to the Exchange. His wife said he should be back. let's see....," He looks at his watch ..... ” yes....... just about now, Sir."

"Very well, patch him through, ok?"

"Aye, Aye, Sir."

He was going through the message traffic for about five minutes when, sure enough, the Captain called him.

"What do you think you're doing? What on earth makes you think that the Soviets are going to attack Hawaii? For Christ sake, Ensign, you should not be telling these enlisted men such things. They aren't prepared for that kind of information."

"You're right Captain. I don't know what got into me. I'll be more careful in the future." Good, I've narrowed it down to one of the gram readers. He got up and went out on the floor and called the Sup aside.

"Sup, I've got a little problem with one or both of those two gram readers," Michaels said as he pointed to the two working on the super verniers. "You know I told you my theory is that this operation is all about a lost boat. Well, I really don't know yet, but I told each pair of you a different story to see which one got back to me through the Captain. I told those two my thought was an impending attack on Hawaii. One of them is calling the Old Man and telling him everything we're thinking and doing, and that's what the Captain just called me about. Please look into it right way."

The Sup thought about it for a few seconds and then said, "Well, Mr. M, I think it's the 3rd Class. He left the room just a few minutes ago after you returned to the vault. Everybody else was still in the room. I'll isolate him and take care of it."

Michaels went back to the vault to wait for Flag Plot to reply. It was about 10 minutes before he got it.





Michaels returned to the tactical plot area to get another update. The Sup came up to him and handed him the secure phone. Lt. Tapper was on it. "Hi Boss," Michaels said, "I think you might want to get over here and see the breaking information. The Soviets might be conducting a massive SAR operation. . It's possible that they're looking for a missing Golf II submarine. In fact, the one that we recently tracked down to the Hawaiian Islands."

"Holy shit, Michaels. Here's what I want you to do. First dig out all the LOFARGRAM detections on that boat."

"Sir, I've already done that!"

"Good, second I want the magnetic tapes for that time frame retrieved and play them out on the vernier and super vernier consoles and ......."

Michaels interrupted the Lt., "The tapes are being played as we speak, Sir!"

"Thought of everything, didn't yah?"

"Only because of your superb training, Rip!"

"What a pile of crap, Kip. I'm on my way down."

"See yah shortly." Michaels hung up and went out to the vernier and super vernier consoles. He looked at the two OT's and they looked down. "Now boys, you didn't think I'd figure out that somebody was squealing to the Captain? Come on, I may only be an Ensign, but I'm not dumb! Anyhow, what have you found? Wait a minute. Hey Sup," Michaels shouted across the room, "you better come over and we'll look this stuff over together."

"Aye, Sir, on my way."

As the Sup arrived, Michaels spoke, "Now, you were saying 3rd class?"

"Well, there are a bunch of funny little wiggly lines at some crazy frequencies for submarine characteristics. These are them ...... lets see ..... oh yes, right here." He pointed to a frequency range that was above 200 hertz. "And, there's more down here," he said while pointing to the 20 to 50 hertz range. "I've never seen anything like them before. The watch that originally annotated'em, called 'em, 'Unknown Auxiliaries' off a passing fishing boat."

"Thanks Sup. I'll wait for Lieutenant Tapper to continue this."

Rip arrived about 15 minutes later. Michaels and Tapper scrutinized the lines carefully. They both concurred; the lines were not off a fishing boat. The single biggest clue was that the submarine's propeller blade lines came to an abrupt stop at exactly the same time as did all these odd lines. Such a sudden stop indicates a common origin.

Lt.Tapper then said to Michaels, "Lets call the Scientific and Technical Intelligence Center to see what they know about such odd little lines."


"Sup, we'll be in the vault. Meanwhile have'm keep digging."

"Aye, Aye Sir."

Michaels and the Lt. got through to the Scientific and Technical Information Center (also known by the acronym, STIC) on the secure voice line and explained what they were seeing on the LOFARGRAMS. The STIC Watch Officer wrote up a description and entered it into his data correlation computer program. The computer told the Watch Officer it needed about two hours to cross check against all known frequencies detected with a Golf Class submarine. With that delay, the two men decided to return to the main operations floor to continue their analytic work.

About an hour and a half passed when the Sup noted the red light above the vault was flashing. That meant there was special message traffic coming in. He pointed it out to the two officers. Michaels and Lt.Tapper almost ran to the vault in hopes that the message would be from STIC. It was a teletype reply:

Michaels thought for a second, then he looked at Rip. "You know, we didn't ask that question right. Lets go back and ask if they have signature files on what explosions and implosions look like."

Rip caught on immediately. You sharp little son of a gun! "Yes, go ahead and draft it up and send it. Meanwhile, I'm going to go back out on the floor and call Pac Beach and Coos Bay to see if they detected those lines also."

Michaels took about ten minutes to draft and send the message. He then went outside to assist Tapper and told him, "Rip, the message is gone."

"Roger, so are mine. Guess we just sit and wait. Want to go to the O-Club?"

"Lets do it."

"Watch Officer..."

The WO interrupted, "I know, call you guys at the Officers Club. See yah."

It was about two hours later when Navfac’s Pacific Beach and Coos Bay reported that they too had detected those different lines and that they were on the same beams as the last detection of the Golf Class sub. The WO thought about calling Lt.Tapper and Michaels at the O-Club but decided he would wait for the response from STIC.

About an hour later, the Sup noticed the Red light above the vault door was flashing. He immediately went to the phone to call the O-Club and inform Tapper that all the message traffic was in. Tapper told him that he and Michaels would be right down.

They burst into the Display Room. "Wha’cha got?" said Rip.

"Both Pac Beach and Coos had those lines too."

"Very good. We're going in the vault, Watch Officer."

"Roger. Oh, by the way, the Old Man called. He wants an update and ASAP."

"We'll just jump right on that, won't we Michaels?" said Rip.

"Oh yeah, trust me!"

The message came from STIC and it reported that both implosions and explosions can create signatures similar to that which Michaels described. However, there are no documented cases of submarine or ship hulls being detected when they reach crush depth. Furthermore, STIC was going through channels to have CNO order that all tapes and grams of the Golf II detection be sent to STIC for detailed analysis.

"What do you think Michaels?" asked Rip.

"I think we're sitting on a real bomb shell. But before we send everything off, lets really conduct an analysis of our own."

"What do mean?"

"Did you see all those RPM changes?" (RPM is the acronym for revolutions per minute)


"Well, each one of those represent a time difference fixing opportunity. If we ask COSP to patch through the tapes from Pac Beach and Coos Bay, we could compute some fairly accurate positional information on where that sub is laying on the bottom. I'd rather us get the credit than COSP or STIC since we're the guys that figured this thing out."

Rip saw the merit to Michaels thinking. It would look good in the old service jacket for promotion purposes. "You got it. Ensign, please go 'WO to WO' and have Pac Beach and Coos Bay relay their tape info."

"Aye, Aye Sir."

"Now, there is the other element that we need to consider."

"What is that?"

"Over 80 officers and men lost there lives at the point we saw all those little lines. I think we need to show respect by offering our sympathies through prayer and meditation to the families of those sailors. They may be the Russians, but they're still men, following orders, just as we do!"

"I agree. I'll have the Old Man call for assembly of the personnel with security clearances and we'll pay our respects appropriately."

"We better send a message of what we now believe. We'll tell them that early indications are a lost submarine and that a detailed reexamination of all detection data is currently underway."

Rip liked that and instructed Michaels to proceed accordingly.

"I also think we should tell them that the Soviet SAR operations are way off the last know track and positional information by about 150-200 miles to the west."

"Yes, include that information."

It was three days later, on ________, that Rip and Michaels concluded their analysis of the tapes from all three Navfac’s. They were able to pick out several separate common frequency changes detected by all three sites. When they added the intersection of beam width data to their calculations, they derived a probability area of less than 100 mile's radius around a point located about 700 northwest of Oahu.

Rip looked at Michaels and said, "This was your baby from the beginning. Why don't you draft the message?"

Michaels got the biggest grin imaginable on his face. "Aye, Aye Sir."

"I'm going to go brief the Captain on what we got. When you have the message ready, please bring it to his office, ok?"

"Yes Sir."

Michaels sat down for a minute to collect his thoughts. My God, we actual witnessed such a tragic event! Well, here goes. He started drafting the message:




Now that Michaels had the Soviet operations figured out, the CO told Rip and Michaels to return to their regular schedule.

FLASHBACK -- Aboard the USSR Petropavlovsk
The Soviet Union was evaluating the effectiveness of ballistic missile station keeping off Hawaii. They knew that Pearl Harbor, on the island of Oahu, was the major Pacific submarine fleet port. For this particular evaluation, they had selected the USSR Petropavlovsk. She was skippered by Commander Razkolnokof, a bright, upcoming officer. He is destined to head up a major Soviet submarine command upon completion of this tour that was only 90 days away.

Cdr. Razkolnokof is skippering a Golf II SSB that had three SS-N-5 sail-mounted ballistic missile tubes. The missiles carried nuclear warheads of 2,000 lbs which have a range estimated to be about 350 nm. She also carried torpedoes and mines. The submarine displaced 2,350 surfaced and 2,850 tons submerged. She is 320 plus feet long, with about a 30 foot beam and had a draught of approximately 20 feet plus. Her propulsion configuration is diesel-electric, capable of a top speed of about 14 knots submerged. Her normal operating range is 9,000 nm at 8 knots. There are 85 officers and enlisted men making up the crew.

Cdr. Razkolnokof was in the Control Room when it happened. Somebody had either turned a set of valves the wrong way, or one or more valves had failed catastrophically. Instead of pumping water to sea, the forward battery room flooded with salt water.

The Cdr. looked over at the XO and screamed, "Damn it, get those pumps shut off before we have an explo...!" Just as he was about to say the most dreaded words that a submariner could hear, there was an enormous explosion that came from the forward compartment area. Suddenly he moved to take the Conn and the Deck from the Duty Dive Officer. He came up on the 1MC line, "Department heads, this is the Captain. I have command. Report all damage immediately!"

The bow of the boat suddenly lurched downward. Cdr. Razkolnokof instinctively reacted, "Engine Room this is the Captain. Give me all ahead full speed. Belay that. Make it flank speed!" He continued with more orders. "Give me up bubble 15 degrees on the bow. Helmsman steer to the shallowest water that sonar can find."

The submarine was over the Hawaiian Trench that reaches depths of over 16,000 feet. They were too far away from any possible “safe depths” of about 1200 feet or less. Again he was on the 1MC line. "Communications this is the Captain. String the low frequency wire and send out our May Day. Send it in the clear and on all known channels. I don't care who hears us as long as somebody does. Navigator, give Comm our latest position and do it fast!"

The XO spoke up. "Captain, shall we blow ballast and try an emergency surfacing?"

"Not a bad idea XO, but we are already too deep for that. If we can get her coming up, we sure will follow your recommendation. What's our depth?"

"Four hundred feet and still diving, Sir," said the Chief of the Boat. "We're having trouble with the bow planes, Sir. I've sent a Damage Control Team forward to find out what we're looking at for trouble, Sir."

"Very well, Chief." Again the Captain came up on the 1MC. "Department heads where are your reports, damn it!"

"This is Communications. We appear to have all communications working. We're still streaming the wire. No crew injuries, Sir."

Admiral Korski Commander in Chief, USSR Pacific Fleet Operations, was receiving a briefing from his Duty Watch staff, when a young Lieutenant Commander burst through the briefing room double doors and ran straight up to the Admiral.

"Admiral, with all due respect, Sir, and my apologies for interrupting you, but this message is of the utmost importance, Sir," he said handing the message over to the Admiral.

The Admiral retrieved his wire bifocal glasses and looked down to read the message. Upon completion he looked up and then walked down to the center of the Briefing Room. "Comrades, the situation on our missing sub is getting worse by the minute. This message reports a May Day. Captain Razkolnokof reports an explosion in the forward battery compartment. This does not look good. Commander, I want a message sent to my good friend Comrade Razkolnokof. Tell him that help is on the way, and to hang in there."

The Lcdr. spoke up, "I'm sorry Admiral, all communications circuits were abruptly cut off as we were receiving this message. We're trying to restore contact but have not yet had success."

"Very well. Keep me posted routinely."

"Aye, aye, Sir." With that the Lcdr. departed the room.

FLASHBACK -- Back Aboard the Soviet Submarine
Damage reports were finally coming in. "Electronics here, Captain. We got a mess in the forward battery compartment area. I'm afraid we may have lost a lot of men to death and injury. We're still trying to clear the mess to get to the men. The battery gases are hindering our work."

"What's the depth now, Sonar?"

"Five hundred feet, Sir and still going down."

"Chief of the Boat, got any ideas?"

"Yes Captain, lighten the boat. Start jettisoning anything we can, Sir!"

"Do it Chief and fast!" replied the Skipper as a second explosion shook the whole boat.

"Shit! Where did that one come from?" asked the XO.

The Chief of the Boat just looked at the Skipper with a rather hopeless look and said, "Captain, I think that came from the engine room. We probably lost our main battery bank." The primary lighting system stared blinking on and off just as the Chief finished his assessment.

"Engine Room this is the Captain, come in now."

All in the Control Room turned towards the speaker and waited for a reply. About 10 long seconds passed with nothing but static, crackling and hissing sounds. Again the Cdr. cried out, "Engine Room come in, come in!"

Everybody looked at the Skipper then back to the speaker. Nothing. About 15 seconds later, a voice is heard.

"Captain this is the Crew Chief for DC1. We've just reached the main Engine Room and it looks bad, Sir. There are dead and dying everywhere. Lots of fire that we're trying to put out. Its the 4 inch by 2 inch wooden structural beams that are burning. The whole engine system is going to collapse to the keel if we can't put out the fire! Gases are building up to very dangerous levels. I think we may have lost the entire Division, Sir."

The XO was the first to speak. "Gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the worst!"

"Sonar, what's our depth and rate of descent now?" yelled the Skipper.

"We're at 300 feet and dropping fast. I can't see the dial hand. It's moving so fast- 650.… 700... 800, Sir. How are we going to stop this? I haven't seen my new baby boy, Sir. I don't want to die!"

"Knock off that death talk and get back to work. Now all of you implement your training and get this boat back to the surface, immediately. DC1 can you get to the engines and reverse from flank ahead to flank astern? Or do we even have power?"

"This is DC1, Sir. Yeah, we still have power from the aft battery compartment. We have to clear more debris but it looks like we can do that, only you won't get that speed you want, probably only half."

"Do what you can and report back when it is implemented."

"Aye, Aye, Sir!"

"Captain, this is Comm, come in please."

"Captain here, what you got?"

"Captain I'm afraid we don't have comms with the trailing wire. It is either wrapped around the shaft or was cut in two by the propeller blades. I don't think we got any messages out, Sir."

Unbeknownst to them, they did get a partial message out.

The Chief of the Boat and the Skipper looked at each other with that special contact look of two seasoned veterans. They were in deep problems and probably wouldn't make it. All they could do would be to put the mind of the crew at ease as best as possible before the boat reached crush depth and the painful death that would follow.

"Sonar, what's our depth?"

"Nine hundred fifty feet Sir, maximum recommended operating depth!"

Rated crush depth was about 1200 feet but they could probably go to about 1250 before the hull would collapse inward like when you suck the air out of a milk carton. Not known to the Skipper and his crew were the facts that the metal thickness on Soviet hulls varied and the welding was atrociously bad displaying a combination of uneven welds and often badly pitted welds. Therefore, the sub would probably crush at a lesser depth.

"Captain, this is DC1. We're in the forward battery compartment. The bow planes mechanism is blown apart. I afraid they will be useless to help us, Sir."

The Skipper could hear men screaming in the background. "What's going on DC1?"
"Sir, some of the men are starting to feel the pressure. Their ear drums are bursting. We've got to get the nose of this boat up, Sir."

"I know. Is their anything you can do on those bow planes?"

"We're trying everything, Sir, including trying to jam them in an up angle. I'll report back later."

The Skipper turned towards the Watch Crew in the Control Room with him and he noticed effects of depth. Shit, over half are bleeding from their ears and nose. Yet, to a man, not one has screamed!

They've held their pain and are just doing their work, the same as me. The Skipper just then began to feel pain and blood running out of his ears."Depth please," the Skipper asked.

"Twelve hundred feet, Sir. We seem to have slowed our rate of descent."

Now, a loud cheer went out from all. The officers and men began to see survival after all. The crew were going about their work when all of a sudden there was the largest explosion of all. It was the aft battery room.

"Sonar, how far to the bottom?"

"Another 13,500 feet or so, Sir."

"Is there any shallower site close by?" asked the Skipper.

"No Sir."

The explosion shock the boat so violently that seals on pipes gave way. Now both burning hot return water and cold sea water were spraying the crew. Men were screaming everywhere. The boat reeled starboard and started to turn completely over as the nose was dropping straight towards the bottom.

The Skipper was holding on to the periscope stand and looking at the Chief of the Boat. They saluted one another as the boat was now increasing speed dramatically while headed for a collision with the ocean floor.

Men were screaming while undergoing excruciating physical and mental pain.

Cdr. Razkolnokof suddenly felt a tremendous amount of pressure about his head and it was rapidly increasing. Oh no, the hull is about to crush in! Just then he felt both of his eyes bulge and pop out of their sockets. Blood was now streaming from every orifice on his head. He could virtually feel his intestines being squeezed out of his body through his lower orifices. He knew he was undergoing massive hemorrhaging throughout his whole body. It was only a matter of seconds now. The pain was unbearable. He wished death would come quickly.

As the crushing sound of the collapsing hull entered his dying head, he cried out, "May God have mercy on our soles. I ..... I........ love ......... you ......... M .. o .. t .. h.. e.............." In that moment, a true communist found the savor.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Chapter Two - Detecting Soviet Submarines


© Copyright by John M. Olney, November 21, 1996. All Rights Reserved
Correspondence: 1325 Imola West, #409, Napa, CA 94559 E-mail: thewinecntryclb2@aol.com

Commissioning an Ofiicer and a Gentleman
Immediately upon graduation from Naval Officer Candidate School (OCS) in May 1965, Ensign Kip Michaels married his college sweetheart, Deborah, at the Chapel under the crossed swords of his classmates. The young couple was about to begin their honeymoon in a brand new black and white 1965 Ford Mustang convertible, a wedding gift from the bride's parents.

His initial orders were to attend additional Navy schools to undergo special training at Fleet Sonar School located in Key West, Florida. Kip and his wife would, in essence, have the luxury of a paid honeymoon as they drove down the Atlantic Ocean shoreline to the Anti Submarine Warfare (ASW) training school. Following this school, the Michaels would travel to San Diego where he would receive training on the Navy's Registered Publications System.

Kip couldn't help thinking about their courtship and how it had been such a torrid love affair from the beginning back in his mid college years. Neither could keep their hands off the other. Waiting for Michaels' to graduate from OCS, a four month adventure, had been sheer sexual torment for both of them. Since their love making had become uncontrollable, they agreed it was time to marry before something happened and that being Deborah becoming pregnant. In 1965, this was not the thing to do. The Navy would definitely have frowned on his Officer behavior if he was forced to marry her because of a pregnancy.

Now married, they were only a few hours from touching again. They hastily jumped into their convertible laughing as Deborah pitched her bouquet over her shoulder and Kip tossed her garter towards his unmarried officer pals. As they started to drive away, both suddenly noticed the racket from the cans tied to the bumper and the "Just Married" signs taped to the side windows. Outside the Navy Base gates, Michaels stopped the car to cut the cans away and remove the signs.

Once back on the road, Deborah leaned back in her seat and began reminiscing about the wedding. She glanced at Kip and smiled. How handsome he had looked in his formal uniform, white gloves, and sword dangling on his hip as I approached the altar on my father's arm. She thought the day had been ideal. The weather had cooperated and the ceremony had gone off without a hitch.

Meanwhile Ensign Michaels was thinking, God, how I want her right now and here! This woman is going to be my lifetime companion, my lover, and the mother of my children. As my wife, she's going to be a major compliment to any Naval career, should I decide to pursue one. I pray our life together would be as full of happiness, joy and love as we feel at this moment.

They had been driving for three hours. Out of nowhere, Kip suddenly reached over and grasped her hand while thinking to himself, How beautiful she is -- my wife. He continued thinking how the term, My Wife, felt so good. He felt as though he had been saying it for years instead of only a few hours! Kip thought his heart would burst as they journeyed on to their first night as a married couple. He was so full of happiness and love for this woman that he had to restrain himself from stopping the car right there, beside the road, and making passionate love to her in the back seat.

"Hon, are you getting hungry?" he asked.

"Only for your body," she grinned.

"We only have a few more miles to the hotel," he said. "Can you wait, or do I stop for a bite and maybe a drink?"

"Just keep going and get me to our room, you hunk you!"

"Oh, you are a tease. I suppose the wait will be worth it."

"You can count on it, big boy."

Deborah was breathless as they approached the old San Carlos Hotel. She had been informed that it was a beautiful place and that their stay would be heavenly. The hotel truly was as magnificent as she had been told.

The valet ran up to their car. He welcomed them as he first helped Deborah out of the car, then ran to the other side, to Kip, and asked for the keys. Quickly he went to the trunk and was emptying their luggage onto the cart.

As the couple approached the entry way, Deborah commented that it looked as though it were out of a movie set. Flanking the right side of the entrance was a doorman in full regalia welcoming them to the hotel. Walking into the lobby, Deborah could hardly keep from staring. She noticed the crystal chandelier that reflected off the inlaid marble floor, polished to perfection and glistening in the late afternoon light.

When they approach the Check In Desk, the receptionist surmised, "The Michaels, with reservations for the honeymoon suite, I presume?"

"Yes," Kip answered, "but how did you know?"

"Well, you two just have that look!"

The Bell Capt. called for one of his men to handle the young couple's luggage. He then started leading the couple to the elevator. As they rode the elevator, the Bell Capt. looked at the couple and he couldn't help thinking back to his own failed marriage. He still felt a pang in his stomach each time newlywed lovers checked in. He so wished he had stayed off the bottle and away from the women who eventually wrecked his 25 year marriage. Hard to believe he let that all go just to fool around a little. He was on top of the world. Successful corporate man and then came the illegitimate child that destroyed his marriage and family! Now I'm a Bell Captain!

Suddenly jarred back to reality as the elevator doors opened, "Here we are," he said, exiting and leading the young couple down the long hallway towards the Honeymoon Suite. He opened the door and showed them around, pointing out the bar, hi fi, and fireplace in the outer room and finally leading them into the grand bedroom with its plush setting. He then drew the blinds for them and pointed out the spectacular and wide open view of the ocean.

"I think you will like your stay with us. I would stay to unpack you, but most couples seem to prefer to unpack later, right?" stated the Bell Capt. in the form of a question.

Michaels nodded in agreement and gave the Bell Capt. a five dollar tip as he walked him and the bell boy to the door. Deborah, following right behind, stepped into the hall. She remained outside while looking back at Kip.

Suddenly it dawned on Michaels. He quickly jumped into the hall, wrapped his arms around her while lifting her into a cradling position. Then with a giant step, he carried her across the threshold, and exclaimed, "Oh, how I love you, Deborah!" He was careful not to crush the orchid corsage she still wore pinned to the white, short sleeved linen jacket from her trousseau. He continued walking, with her filling his arms, through the living room and into the bedroom where he laid her down gently on the Queen size bed.

Afterwards, they laid there while just looking out the widow, both naked and glistening from their lovemaking. She moved into his waiting arms and he cradled her like only true lovers know how. They felt so complete and full of euphoria. Sated with the fulfillment of their lovemaking, the two just stared at each other in a dream like trance.

They stayed in Myrtle Beach for a week of days and nights filled with the most wonderful sex they had ever known. They then moved on to the next stop, Georgia, where they would take a tour of the old southern mansions. Following that stay, they traveled on to Florida and stopped in Miami. There, they had two more nights before he had to check in at his first school. On their first day, they walked the beaches and just sat around talking and getting to know each other better.

"Deb, can we go to our room now?" he said looking down at his pants.

She followed his eyes and saw that he now had a full erection. She giggled and threw him a towel to cover himself. "Kip, shame on you! Yes, let's go right now. But, don't lose that magnificent tool."

With that they got up and ran to their waiting bed.

Fleet Sonar School, Key West Florida
Chief Andy Williams, considered the Navy's leading authority on all sonar systems, was in the process of welcoming the newest class of Officers. "Good morning gentlemen. For the next two months, I'm going to be your mentor and impart upon you everything you have always wanted to know about submarines and anything else that can float in the ocean. You're going to learn about every moving part of a submarine, particularly Soviet boats, but also subs of every other country of the world. I will give you instruction on Man of War surface Naval ships, merchant ships and finally fishing boats."

Michaels leaned over to the Officer seated next to him. "This sounds like pretty good stuff, don't you think?"

"Nah! I wanted Supply School, not this shit!" he said, with a frown on his face.

Michaels gave him a puzzled look and turned back to listen to the Chief.

"You will be attending class room sessions most of the first month you'll be here. Then for the second month, we're going to break you up into Watch Sections just like it will be when you reach your duty station."

The Chief continued. "You may have noticed a number of enlisted men running around here. They are also training to be stationed at these sites. They follow a curriculum similar to yours."
He concluded, "During that second month, you will be assigned a Watch Section of six enlisted men. Your Section will then rotate through the day, eve and mid watches conducting submarine detection, tracking and localization techniques."

The Chief paused and looked around the room. The Officers were listening to him intently.
"These enlisted men are designated as Oceanographic Technicians, or by acronym, simply “OT's." He stopped to write the terms out on the chalk board. "This is the special designation developed to cover up what these enlisted men really do. In fact, these men are the same as any other Sonar Technician or ST." Again, he paused and wrote the terms on the board. "ST's analyze the output developed through active and/or passive detection systems. However, because the system you will be operating is so highly classified, it is necessary to camouflage the work. The use of the word 'oceanographic' does just that! The Navy wants the world to think that these Naval Facilities (Navfac)) only measure temperature, salinity and other such lofty scientific things."

"Say Chief, when will we find out where we will be assigned?" asked an Ensign from the back of the room.

"In about six weeks, Sir. They wait to see which of you will really excel at this work. The best of you will go to the duty stations where the most Soviet submarine activity is detected. Unfortunately, this means that the best are sent to the remotest of sites. Kind of ironic, huh? The best go to the worst sites!"

"Where are these sites, Chief?" came a question from another Officer.

"Scattered along the East and West Coasts of the continental U.S., the Caribbean, and Aleutian Islands of Alaska ," he responded to the question.

The Chief then returned to his scripted presentation. "While you are attending class here, your personal backgrounds are being scrutinized by the FBI. Its called a Background Investigation. The results of it are the designation of the level of security clearance you will be granted. Levels like confidential, secret, top secret, Q Clearance, and so on. Some of you are already cleared at the Top Secret level. You know that if you're going to RPS training after you graduate from here."

For the remainder of the morning, the Chief gave a general background of the specialized ASW system that the Officers were about to learn. The Chief wrote the word, SOSUS, on the blackboard. Then while he underlined the letters, he explained them. "S O from the word, Sound, S U from the word, Surveillance, and S from the word, System." He elaborated, "It is a very sophisticated technology that required extensive Research & Development before a workable system could be designed and installed. It was the brainchild of joint military and defense contractor efforts that involved some of the nations largest hardware and software companies of the time." He glanced around the room and noted that the majority were following him, so he continued.

"SOSUS is a passive detection system. Passive systems collect the sounds generated by a source, or what we call a target. With an active system, we generate a sound which we call a ping. It travels away from our vessel to eventually strike a target and reflect off of it. Using a special collector, called a sensor, we then detect the return of that ping. Are you all staying up with me?"
Heads were bobbing favorably.

"To detect important targets, such as submarines, the SOSUS detection system must be made compatible to long range sound propagation characteristics. Sound propagation in sea water is a very complex subject and is dependent on a number of factors. Simply stated, sound propagation is the combination of the speed and manner by which sound travels in water and it varies due to the effects of temperature, pressure and salinity." He wrote all these terms on the blackboard.
Michaels was intently listening to every word. He really liked this stuff.

"Another controlling factor is the wave length of the signal being detected. We call it the Frequency. The higher the frequency of the sound source, the shorter the distance the sound can travel and thus be detected. Conversely, the longer the frequency wave length, the lower the frequency, and thus the greater the range at which it can be detected. Is everybody still following me?" the Chief asked, as he looked around the classroom.

Again heads were nodding.

"Very good! Boy, this is a pretty sharp class for once. Ok, here we go again. Sound waves are reflected off the surface and the sea bottom. Additionally, and because of the three variables which I mentioned previously, sound is also captured in zones created by those variables. These sounds are called refracted when this occurs. The most important two zones are called convergence and deep sound channel." Again, he wrote out the terms.

Michaels looked over at that Officer next to him again and saw that he had dozed off. What an idiot this guy is. Just then a piece of chalk came flying across the room from near the entry door to the classroom. It hit the guy next to him. It startled both men.

"Wake up Mr. Kenner and get your ass to my office, Mister." It was CDR Mathers, the XO of the Training School. "Sorry for the interruption, Chief. But you don't deserve such disrespect as this Officer has shown."

The Chief nodded his appreciation to the XO and continued his lecture. "The best condition for long range detection of submarines is to place the collection source near the deep sound channel. Sounds captured in this zone travel horizontally for very great distances, often reaching thousands of miles. Thus, a detection system could be placed on friendly shores, yet look into distant operating areas of a potential adversary."

Michaels thought to himself. Now we're getting somewhere!

"In a passive sensor such as SOSUS, the sounds generated by a submarine must be processed in order to separate broad band noise into its individual sources. The filtration process results in discrete frequencies which can be associated to different rotating machinery components. The principal noise sources are: propeller cavitation which is the result of bubbles forming and collapsing along the propeller blade surface as the pass next to the hull; the propulsion plant of a diesel powered submarine; and auxiliaries machinery components such as main coolant pumps (MCP)."

Continuing, the Chief began describing the equipment used to display these signals. "These discrete frequencies are printed on what is called LOFARGRAM consoles...." He stopped to write the acronym on the board and followed that with the full name, "..... which stands for Low Frequency Analysis and Recorder. Gram is from the Latin word 'gramma' which stands for mark or marker."

The Chief went on to describe what they would be looking at. “The processed sounds of the target on displayed on role of heat sensitive paper which burns the paper going from left to right which contains the frequency of the sounds measured in hertz. The normal console display is 0 to 150 hertz and the operator can switch to two higher bands, 151 to 300 or 301 to 450 hertz. In addition, the operator has some vernier and super vernier bands to conduct in depth analysis of the received sounds. The vernier bandwidth is in 50 hertz increments and the super vernier in 30 hertz bandwidths. (Verniers are equipment that magnifies and enhances a particular frequency range so that the operator can conduct detailed analysis of the signature.)”

The Chief looked around and saw that all were following him.

Michaels was on the edge of his chair. I know I'm really going like this work!

The Chief started up again, "The SOSUS design results in the development of target positional information by electronic steering techniques. To understand this, you need to know how the sounds are collected. A typical array system is made up of 40 hydrophones connected to a cable. They are the collectors. The hydrophones act on the same principal as our ear drum. They convert pressure to electric pulses. When a sound is generated from a source, it travels in an outward manner away from the source and is detected at each hydrophone at a slightly different time." The Chief looked up and saw puzzlement on some faces.

"Let me use an example. Picture in your mind a smooth water surface. Now drop a small pebble in the water and watch the first ring, or what we call a wave, move away from the point of impact. Now picture, if you will, a straight line a short distance away. On that line, place a half dozen boxes. The curved wave will strike each of these boxes, lined up in a straight line, at a slightly different time. By measuring the arrival time at each box, and comparing the multiple arrival times among all the boxes, one can reconstruct from which direction the sound must have originated."

Michaels was beside himself. How come I didn't like this kind of stuff in school, but I'm loving it now? He returned his mind to the Chief's presentation.

"With just one array, one can only find direction, not distance. By creating a system with multiple arrays, each located some distance apart from the others, one can then draw a detection direction line from each array out to infinity. This is called a bearing line."

The Chief drew three short lines on the chalk broad in white. He annotated each as array 1, array 2 and array 3. He then drew a long, blue colored bearing line from array 1. He continued, "Now we draw another bearing line originating from a second array location." He drew that line in yellow chalk, and continued it out until it intersected with the blue line. "As you can see, one will eventually find a point of intersection of the two lines." He then drew a green bearing line out from the third array. "The more arrays contributing intersecting lines, the more accurate the positional information for the location of the sound source. Everybody tracking me?"

The Chief noted more nodding to the affirmative.

He continued. "Even with many arrays intersecting, the precise location of a target, is still only measurable in terms of probabilities. Why, you are probably asking in your mind? Because the system is really not composed of individual bearings. Rather, the time difference readings among the hydrophones produces beams. The beams near the center of the array are the narrowest and are three degrees wide. As one moves towards the end beams, the beam width becomes quite wide. The center of each beam is given a designation of a single bearing." He then went back to his drawing and started drawing in the width of the beam containing the bearing line from each array.

"Now watch what happens! Instead of just three lines, one from each array, there are three lines from each array. The intersecting points of the outer lines from each array form the area of probability that contains the target of interest." He turned at looked around at the class.
The majority were nodding that they understood. Only a few seemed a little confused.
"Don't worry, you all will be receiving a lot more explanation of this beamwidth thing in about a week. Are there any questions?"

Michaels spoke up. "Chief, that funny looking box of probability you drew, looks pretty large. How do they find the target within it?"

"Good question, Mr. Michaels. We need a second system which can go out to the box and continue the localization process. To this end, SOSUS normally works with Anti-Submarine Warfare aircraft." He wrote the term out on the chalk board. "ASW” is it's acronym," which he also wrote on the board. "These planes fly to the area of probability generated by SOSUS. Using their own hydrophone type systems, called SONOBUOYS ...," he paused to write the term on the board, "...they start localizing the target positional information." He wrote the term on the board. Then he explained. "Localizing is the iterative process of narrowing down the area of probability to a precise spot where the submarine is located. The aircraft frequently do it so well they are often able to over fly the target and obtain photographs."

He stopped and looked around at the faces of the students. He saw some confusion, so he elaborated. "The aircraft lay out a field of these sonobuoys and by measuring strength and direction of the signal, they know to place another field in a certain location that will increase the probability of where that target is located. Through an iterative process of buoy field laying, they will eventually develop the precise location of the target." He looked around and found that the majority understood.

"Thus, gentlemen, the U.S. Navy, with this ultra secret, land based acoustic detection system, coupled with the ASW aircraft, represents a first line defense against a surprise nuclear attack by the Soviet Union's ballistic and cruise missile submarine forces."

"Chief, what about this Soviet submarine threat?" Michaels asked.

"Well, that's a fair question!" the Chief responded as he walked over to the overhead projector, turned it own and fumbled through some slides. He found what he was looking for and placed it on the projector surface.

"Since the late 1950's the strain between Russia and the United States has, as I'm sure you are all aware, been running high. Submarines are being deployed by both sides at missile launch ranges that blanket both countries. What you see here, is the Soviet Submarine Order of Battle," he said, turning the on projector.

Type Platform Quantity Class
Ballistic missile, -------nuclear propulsion--------------------13 Hotel
Ballistic missile,------- diesel-electric prop.-------------------35 Golf & Zulu conversions
Guided missile, ------- nuclear prop. -------------------------- 25 Echo I & II
Guided missile, ------- diesel--electric prop ------------------ 22 Juliet & Whiskey conversions
Attack, --------------- nuclear prop. ---------------------------- 12 November
Attack, --------------- diesel or diesel electric prop. --------- 300 Foxtrot, Quebec, Romeo, ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Whiskey& Zulu

The Chief continued. "We understand that the Soviets are about to introduce three new classes of submarines. The Yankee Class -- powered by nuclear propulsion and equipped with 16 ballistic missile tubes with each missile having a range of about 1300 nautical miles. The Charlie Class -- powered by a nuclear propulsion plant but equipped with an underwater cruise missile launch capability. The Victor Class -- a fast attack ASW nuclear submarine."

"When are these boats expected to start operations, Chief?" asked Ensign Hornbecker.

"From what our intelligence guys have been hearing, they say launching could start any month now. You'll probably see them operational within the next two, to maybe four months," the Chief responded.

"Wow, isn't that an awful lot of Soviet submarines, Chief?" commented Michaels.

"Yes. Let me try to explain. It is widely thought by our intelligence types, that the Soviets entered into a long range, high quantity, submarine production program because of the results of the Bay of Pigs incident and in response to the American ballistic missile submarine program. Although their order-of-battle significantly outnumbers that of our own, they have not yet developed a true sound isolation program to reduce the noise generated by their submarines. Consequently, the Soviet submarines are quite detectable by U.S. ASW systems and we track them with fairly good accuracy. Thus, they may have numbers but they are vulnerable because they're so noisy. Well, I see that it's just about lunch time so let's break now and I'll see you back here at 1300 hours."

For the next month the class first studied the detailed principles of sound transmission in ocean waters. They learned the basic electronic design of the entire sensor system. Finally, the class studied the entire engineering and propulsion systems of all classes of Soviet submarines. Following all the classroom training, the officers and enlisted men were divided into Watch Sections. Each officer and his enlisted gang rotated through the three Watch Section periods covering the 24 hour day. They conducted training on recognition of submarine signatures. Michaels' Watch Section drew the Mid Watch for the first week.

It was the last day of the Mid Watch cycle. Michaels drove onto base and up to the Terminal Equipment Building (also known by the acronym, TE Building. This name is derived from the fact that it is the building into which the ocean cable connects the hydrophone array to the land site.)

He approached the door then reached over to the code box on the wall and punched in the code for that week. The door swung open and immediately Michaels got a whiff of the carbon air. This odor was generated by the 40 LOFARGRAM consoles with their electrically charged styli crossing the paper and forever burning in the underwater acoustic signals being generated by mother nature, her creatures and mans' great naval ships and boats. It reminded him of the smell he once knew from the operations of his electric train when he was growing up. Michaels then turned his thoughts to the air he was breathing. Every time he came off watch, he would go home with a black powdery soot collected in his ears and around his nostrils. He often wondered how his lungs must look.

The morning hours went by as usual. The OT's were drawing lines horizontally across the gram. Then using a red pencil, they would draw what looked like a check mark along the horizontal line for each discrete frequency that belonged to a particular target. The collection of such lines is called a 'signature' for a particular target.

It was not uncommon to see ten targets, each with multiple check marks, on high profile beams that were aimed at particular harbors or coastal operating areas. Other beams would have only a few target lines in any given hour. Each man was assigned to eight LOFARGRAM consoles. His job was to analyze all the lines that were appearing on those consoles and attempt to associate them to a particular vessel. In most cases, the majority of the detected lines were generated by passing, and noisy, fishing boats.

Each identified line, or group of lines, was assigned a target number. Each target was assigned a classification, as either fishing boat, merchant (freighters and tankers), naval surface or submarine. The interval of reporting of the target to Staff Headquarters depended upon the target classification. Soviet Submarines were highest priority and were reported every four , or more frequently, depending upon their proximity to the continental U.S.A, and its territories, and their operating parameters. At the other end of the precedence scale were fishing boats that were reported at six hour intervals, or until Headquarters instructed to quit reporting them and maintain tracking information locally.

Theoretically Staff Headquarters would receive similar information from each of the Navfac’s and attempt to correlate the targets being detected by each Navfac to determine if it was the same target as being held by other Navfac’s. But, in this case all the information was canned training tapes and such correlation had already been completed. Chief Williams and his staff, who were conducting the evaluation of each participant's capabilities, performed the role of Staff Headquarters. All Chief Williams had to do was feed the trainees pre-composed message traffic.
The training week passed fairly quickly and Chief Williams was now going to show only the officers who would be stationed at the forward Navfacs, close to Soviet ports, how to draft a Soviet submarine detection report to higher authority. “Ok, Mr. Michaels, let’s say you’re on duty and a Sov sub is detected coming through the Kuril Islands, got it?”

“Yes Chief.”

“Then this is what you might to say to higher authoruity.” he said as he placed a slide on the overhead projector.

MESSAGES October 3 1968
FROM: Navfac
COMSUBPAC (Commander Submarines Forces Pacific)
COMNAVAIRPAC (Commander Naval Air Forces Pacific)
(COMMANDER Anti Submarine Warfare Forces Pacific)
Chief Pacific Fleet)
CNO (Chief of Naval Operations)

New target designated Xray 12: Soviet Nuc sub detected
1117Z passing through Kuril Islands into Pacific. Specific class undetermined
ATT but suspect November class fast attack originating from Vlad based on fast
sustained operating speed of 17 knots. UNODIR reporting will be made at four
hour intervals due to distance from continental USA and lack of confirming
evidence sub will actually transit to open Pacific Ocean transit.

The Chief then went on to explain the acronyms contained on the overhead slide. “So, the letters, ‘ATT’ stand for ‘at this time,’ and that group of letters….” he pointed to the six letter group (UNODIR) …. “stands for ‘unless otherwise directed‘ and is pronounced when spoken like ‘you know dear’, got it?”

“Got it, Chief”

“Very good, Ensign! You’re a natural for this stuff, Sir. Now then, as for the word ‘Flash, ’ it is required whenever a Soviet submarine is first detected. Flash is the highest precedence for message traffic handling. It is to be sent and processed by each relaying communications station before all other types of traffic. Navfac, Adak in the Pacific and Keflavik in the Atlantic hold an unusual reporting structure and that was because of their arrays being located so close to Soviet submarine ports and transiting lanes. Normally a Navfac reports only to COSP or COSL, but Adak and Keflavik were given special exemption to report ‘Action’ to COSP or COSL with ‘Info’ addresses being every other superior command in the business of worrying about Soviet submarine threats to the USA. This reporting responsibility would continue until other Pacific or Atlantic SOSUS Navfac arrays were also detecting the Soviet submarine. At that point reporting responsibility shifts to COSP or COSL. You still follow me?”

“Not a problem, Chief, got it!”

Michaels and his section continued this training for the next two weeks and it passed quickly as the young couple consumed their off time making love over and over. They experimented in their lovemaking. They found new positions for their couplings that drove them to new heights. They truly loved, trusted and enjoyed each other.

One day he came home early. As he bounded in the door of their motel room, he exclaimed, "Honey, we've got our orders. Come here and we'll open it together."

"Right away my love," she answered as she came running from the make up table in the bathroom. She was wearing only a pair of light pink panties which Michaels could see right through.

He watched her bobbing breasts and dark patch between her legs as she approached him. "My God, you're beautiful. Maybe we'll read the orders later."

"Oh no you don't," she said as she reached him and he tried to touch her breasts. "We read the orders first and then we play."

"That's blackmail!"

"Certainly is. Now open the orders."

Michaels fumbled with the envelope.

Deb grabbed it from him and opened it. She began reading out loud. “You are ordered to proceed to U. S. Naval Facility, Adak, Alaska, following completion of RPS School. You are authorized four days proceed time and four days travel from the time of RPS Certification. Airline vouchers and your pay records are to be picked up by you at the Keys Naval Air base on or before August 4, 1965. You must report to RPS School, San Diego, no later than August 18, 1965.” She stopped reading out loud and looked up at Michaels whose hands were now firmly placed on her naked breasts. "Hon, where is Adak?"

"I don't know. Somewhere in Alaska."

Deb dropped the letter, turned into Michaels, and pulled him back onto the bed. It was a day of intense love making.

Chapter Three - Michaels Becomes an Expert


© Copyright by John M. Olney, November 21, 1996. All Rights Reserved
Correspondence: 1325 Imola West, #409, Napa, CA 94559 E-mail: thewinecntryclb2@aol.com

First Duty Station
The flight to Adak Island aboard Aleutian Airlines on September 14, 1965 was an almost unbearable three hour flight for Deb. The plane was an older DC-6 and she swore she could see the rivets in the wings bouncing ever so slightly, The roar of the engine pistons driving the high speed propellers hurt her sensitive ears. Michaels was totally unaware of her discomfort as he sat with his eyes closed trying his hardest to see into his future and where this journey would fit into his ultimate career goals.


The Michaels landed in a driving rain storm and dashed down the ramp steps to board a small shuttle bus that would take them to a very small terminal building. As then exited the bus they saw five couples standing on the other side of the baggage claim barrier with a big hand painted sign saying ”Welcome newlyweds - The Michaels”

“Oh honey, it‘s so nice all these people came out to greet us!” exclaimed Deb.

The couple grabbed their luggage and passed through the low rise barrier as the greeting group walked towards them. The party included Lieutenant (LT.). Tubbs, the XO and his wife, The XO was the first to speak, “Welcome Kip and Deborah. I’m the XO, LT. Larry Tubbs, and this my wife, Grace. We are so pleased you have arrived at our command and are joining our little family.”

Michaels had already begun his salute as the XO spoke and continued to hold it waiting for a return salute. Finally the XO quickly saluted and Michael spoke, “Thank you Sir, here are my orders, and other appropriate documents, Sir!’ and he dropped his salute. My wife, Deborah, Sir, ma’am.”

“No go ahead and keep the paperwork. We’ll get to that tomorrow afternoon after you all have had a chance to adjust to your new home and the travel time impacts.” He pushed the papers back at Michaels. “Now let me introduce the others here, this is LT. Donald “Cliff” Clifford, the Operations Officer - your immediate boss - and his wife, Peggy Sue. Here we have LCDR. ______, the Supply Officer and wife Maggie, and these three couples are the off-duty Watch Section Officers and their mates. You’ll be meeting them at our home before we take you to yours new home. OT3 Glick here will take your baggage and place it in your home but for now we’ll take this bus here and enjoy a cocktail party and bit to eat.”

Michaels was assigned to watch standing duties within a couple days of his arrival. It was October 3, 1965, 7:45 am and Michaels was getting a watch change briefing from Ensign Bobby Van Fleet, the Mid Watch Officer

LT. Clifford left his office and walked over to the two officers to participate in the briefing session so he could update the Commanding Officer (CO) and XO when they arrived about 8:30 am.

“Good morning, gentleman,” the Ops Officer said as he approached.

“Good morning, Sir, responded Michaels.

“Good morning, Cliff. I‘m just about to brief Ensign Michaels. Care to listen in?”

“Sure would. Proceed.”

”Well, over here…,” he started walking the two officers towards the plotting table and continued on, “….just south of Petro is a diesel-electric boat. It’s just been milling around in this area all night, alternating almost hourly between snorkeling and diesel direct modes. Probably some sort of pre-deployment trails. What do you think, Cliff?”

“Yeah, could be.”

“And over here in the vicinity of Petro Harbor there has been intermittent detection of a nuc but she hasn’t been giving any evidence of her intentions. Operating in close proximity are a couple of destroyer types. Our Watch Section is guessing some sort of ASW exercise.”

“Yep, that’s what they’re doing,” Cliff commented.

Michaels just listened. He was very enthusiastic about this whole ASW operation and just wanted to be sure he learned everything he could as fast as he could.

Moving the two men to a plotting table showing the full Pacific from the west coast of the USA to the Russian-Japanese coastline to the east and he continued his briefing. “Off of the west coast we’re getting detection of what we think is a nuc Hotel class ballistic missile sub operating normally in the Soviet patrol area. She’s operating at low speed so we only see her when she dives following communications breaks matching the Vlad and Moscow assignment times. Once she back at her normal operating depth, the west coast Navfac are only detecting her main coolant pump but they have been maintaining near continuous contact on it. And………”

Cliff interrupted him, “Have you seen any evidence that one of our fast attacks has established trail on the Ivan?”

“Yep, the west coast arrays reported a very brief U.S. blade detection, for seven minutes just after Ivan dove from her Moscow comms.”

“Very good. New subject, any P-3 flights this morning?”

“In the Lima Three area to south of our arrays, where we last had detection of the diesel-electric sub that headed out of Petro four days ago.”

“Yeah, she’s probably going down to the holding station of Hawaii. Keep me posted on that particular boat, Kip, we want to be sure that we can put the VP boys down on the deck when she comes up for comms and we can get the specific class of diesel that she is.”

“Will do Sir.”

“Kip, we’re not that formal around here. You’ve been here long enough now, call me Cliff, ok?

“Yes Sir…..I mean, Cliff.”

“Anything else I should know about, Bobby before I have to brief the ole man?“

“Nope, all the rest of detections are the usual fishing boats and occasional merchant passing in close proximity to the arrays.” responded Van Fleet.

“Oh, then, I’ll be in my office if you need me, Kip. Bobby, have a good sleep and see ya tomorrow morning.”

“Sorry, Cliff, but that was my third Mid, so I’ll be off for a couple days. Michaels here will be doubling back and you’ll get your morning brief from him.”

“Damn, that was a fast three days!” said Cliff.

“Actually, Cliff, nothing is fast here in Adak, the armpit of the world.”

Both Michaels and Cliff laughed while agreeing with Van Fleet. Cliff left for his office.

“Ok, Bobby, I’ve got it.” said Michaels. “ Have as good a time as you can during your off time.”
“Well, if you call going to the O club and being drunk for the next two days ‘a good time’ then fine, but you guys got wives to go play with. I just have those ugly, homely contract teachers to talk to at the Club and all they want is for me to buy their drinks and dinner. Oh well, I’ve only got two more months and a wake up before I transfer to Navfac Centerville Beach. See ya!’


It was three hours into his watch when the Sup called Michaels over to the consoles aimed at the Kuril Islands. “What is it Toms?” he said as he approached.

“Sir, it looks like we have a nuc coming out from Vlad. She’s doing 17 knots so I suspect she’s coming all the way out into the Pacific. I’ve got Holt looking through the intell to see if we have any carrier group movements going to the South China Sea that she might want try to stalk.”

“Very good job, Toms. I’ll start drafting the message report and go brief Ops. Keep me posted please.” said Michaels

“You’ve got it boss.”

Michaels sat down at the Watch Officer’s desk and drafted the following message to get approved by Clifford.


New target designated Xray 63: Soviet Nuc sub detected 1117Z passing through Kuril Islands into Pacific. Specific class undetermined ATT but suspect November class fast attack originating from Vlad based on fast sustained operating speed of 17 knots. UNODIR reporting will be made at four hour intervals due to distance from continental USA and lack of confirming evidence sub will actually transit to open Pacific Ocean transit.

Michaels looked his draft over one more time then walked to the Ops Office for review and approval by Cliff. He knocked on the door and was waved to enter. “Hey Cliff, looks like we got a new nuc entering into the Pacific from the Kurils. Here is the draft message to COSP.”

Cliff took a quite read and said, “Why don’t you walk up to the old man for his final approval?”


“Yes, you, Kip. You might as well take full responsibility from the get-go cause if you’re going be any good, you’ll soon be doing it all the time.”

“Thanks for the confidence, Cliff.”

“Go get’em, sailor.”

With that Michaels walked up to his watch sup and told he was taking the draft up to the CO. The sup smiled, then looked over at Cliff through his office window and saw that Cliff was smiling too. The sup said to himself, Little does this Ensign know that he’s about to go through a buzz saw.

Michaels walked the long cold but covered corrugated metal tunnel like walkway from the secure TE Building to the unsecure Administrative Building which was not a secure facility. This building held all the support personnel required to maintain a facility with spare parts, support personnel, administrative records and other non direct operation unclassified documentation. He entered the warm building and briskly walked up to the XO‘s door adjacent to the CO’s door. He saw that the XO was not in so he turned to the CO’s office door and knocked three times as trained back at Officers Candidate School.

“Enter.” came back the voice of the CO, LCDR. Marc Singly.

Michaels entered, walked in military manner straight up to Singly’s desk and stood at attention waiting for the CO to acknowledge him.

Singly looked up from his paper work, studied Michaels face, and then asked, “Who are you, Ensign and where is the XO?”

“Captain, I’m Ensign Kip Michaels and I’m new to your operations division under LT. Clifford. I tried to contact the XO but he wasn’t in his office so I took the liberty to come directly to you, Sir.” Holding out the secure folder, he said, “We have a new situation requiring us to report to higher authority, Sir.”

Singly stood up, taking the folder and walking over towards his window he stated reading the message draft. He then looked back at Michaels and asked, “How long have you been aboard and how come I haven’t seen you before?”

“Well Sir, when I arrived on Adak two weeks ago, you were off traveling to San Francisco to visit COSP. Then I’ve been on Watch Section rotation, Sir, so I guess we have just past in times that prevented our meeting. The XO has my wife and I scheduled to formerly meet you and your wife this coming weekend, Sir.”

“Very well. Who drafted this message?”

“I did, Sir?”

“Why didn’t LT. Clifford?”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but the LT. instructed me to it and to bring the draft up to you so you would know about the situation and could approve it for transmission.”

“He did, did he? Well I’ll talk to him later about that. It looks ok to me, and by the way how many situations do have running now?”

“Four by just us and five throughout the system, Sir.”

“Very well. Let Cliff know I’ll back later to see what we’re doing. Here’s your message.” he said handing back the folder.

“Excuse me, Sir, but with all due respect, Sir, I do need you to initial your assigned check-off block on the draft in order to have comm go ahead and send it, Sir?

“Oh yes, you’re correct,” the CO said as he took back the folder opened it and made his mark. Here’s your approved message. I’ll see you and your wife this weekend, then.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Michaels responded as he completed a perfect military about-face and started walking to the door.

“By the way, Ensign, loosen up! We’re mostly informal around here,” called out the CO as Michaels was closing the door behind him.

The weekend came and the Michaels attended the social that the Singly’s threw to formerly welcome the Michaels. Present were all the senior officers of the other military commands located on Adak plus all the Navfac officers and their wives not standing watch. Kip Michaels had to leave the party early as he was due to stand the Mid Watch cycle again. He asked the XO to ensure that his wife got home safely.

Michaels arrived at ______ , so he could look over the situation before officially being briefed and taking over the watch. It has been three days since he last stood watch. He was particularly interested in seeing what the diesel-electric sub apparently heading for patrol off Hawaii and the nuc fast attack sub were up to.

Good evening LT., I’m ready to take over ,” Michaels declared,

“Great,. man, I’m really tired and bored tonight.” He went on as he walked Michaels over to the plotting tables, “ That diesel continues towards the Hawaii patrol station area and that nuc your guys first saw? Well, it’s been continuing out to open ocean but we can’t figure out where its going yet! Maybe your watch can. We got the usual local operating diesel sub just outside Petro and about five fishing boats working pretty close to the array. Outside of that, Cliff’s over at the O Club, we don’t know where the XO is but my guess is chasing that school teacher around her BOQ studio again - what a hound dog he is - and the Old Man is home.”

“Ok, Jim, I’ve got it! See you tomorrow night, now get out of her.

With that the LT. departed along with his watch section. Michaels turned to his sup and said, “Toms, see if your gang can figure out what the heck that nuc Ivan is up to, will ya?”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Michaels, we’ll try our best.”

“That’s all I can ask. I’m going to the vault and read the intell message traffic. Yell if anything good happens, OK Toms?”

“You got it, Sir!”
Five days later and Michaels and his section were on the Mid watch discussing the Sov nuc sub that came through the Kurils was continuing to transit out into the open Pacific ocean. She was doing 17 knots thus able to cover about 400nm per 24 hour day. She was now about 2400 nm miles east of the Kurils and on course line that appeared like she was going to going to the north coast of the USA.

“So Toms, she changed course a few days ago, huh?”

“Yes, Sir, Mr. M, sure looks like it.”

“Well, that’s interesting. I haven’t seen such a track before have you?”


“Hmmmmm, wonder where she’s headed? Let’s go look at the USA chart, sup.”

They walked over to the plotting table and were looking down at the Pacific coast shore line.
“You know, Mr. M., she could be going towards the Juan de Fuccua Straights, Sir.”

“Yeah Toms, you could be right. We’ve not known of a missile boat holding station there have we?”

“No Sir, not seen ‘em hold there for missile launching potential.”

“Let’s assume that she is not a missile boat and therefore she is a fast attack. If that’s the case, what we need to do is see what U.S. man of war surface ship or submarine is coming out. I’m going to the vault and see what’s being talked about in the intell message updates. Maybe we’ll get a clue there.”

“Yes, Sir, I think that’s a great idea. Shall I start drafting your message explaining all this?”

“Yes, definitely.”

NEED TO TRACK THIS GUY to have go to trail either new nuc aircraft or sub coming out to go on first deploy



Second Array is Coming
A It was January 5, 1966 when the CO called for an 8:30 am all-operations officer meeting in the TE-Building. Michaels had just gotten off the Mid-watch and gone to the officers restroom to freshen up. Clifford came into the restroom as Michaels was drying off his freshly rinsed face. “Good morning Kip, had a long night?’

Yeah, pretty slow but at least we got some local area experience tracking a nuc down the coast of Kamchatka and back to Petro .”

“That’s good. Oh, by the way, I received word that I’m being transferred to COSP headquarters in a few months and I’ll become the System Operations Officer. So, I want to you quickly learn everything you can about the system. You’ve got the best Chief and section sup so be like a sponge and absorb all you can.”

“You can count on that, Cliff. Sure going to miss you when you go. Say, what’s this meeting all about that the Old Man called?”

“We’re getting a second array. It’s going south of our existing one and the WECO crews are starting to arrive this week to expand all the electronics to handle the signal processing for this new array.”

“Jesus, how come I didn’t know anything about that before this?”

“Sorry Kip. I thought you knew the new array was laid just before you arrived. The cable ship has been stinging the 500 plus miles of connecting cable along the north side of the Aleutians since you’ve been here and they are nearing the bay just outside our TE-Building; probably about five days out.”

Michaels spent the next six months following the dictates of his mentor LT. Clifford. He learned all the signatures for all the Soviet submarines related to propulsion as well as auxiliary equipment. He studied all of the backroom intelligence message traffic learning in depth how the Soviet Naval Officers operated in general and how specifically they deployed their submarine resources. He signed up for a number of VP squadron flights where he flew with their sonar officers and enlisted tmen to learn how the P-3 squadrons operated. He flew on two sorties that were designed to descend to just a few hundred feet off the ocean surface to photograph Soviet nuc subs when they broached the surface at comm times.

Shipboard during Certification of the Second SOSUS Array
LCDR. Singly was relieved of command in mid July 1966, about two months earlier than had been projected. Most thought it had to do with his drinking problem. LCDR. Paul Rhode, who came from duty as the XO on a Destroyer Escort (DE), replaced Singly. Rhode, a short, stocky man, presented himself as a very intense 'Gung Ho, Go Navy' type of rah, rah officer. He brought news with him that Adak was getting a second array system installed and that the civilian technicians would be crawling all over the place during the next few months while expanding the signal processing equipment.

On Wednesday, August __, 1966 , LCDR. Rhode called Michaels to his office. As Michaels walked to the Capt.‘s office, he thought to himself about how much he did not like nor get along with this new CO. He thought LCDR. Rhode was a pompous ass and an outright mean and nasty man. Michaels thought of him as commanding through fear tactics; leading by threats versus persuasion and thus unable to earn the respect of his men. He felt that LCDR. Rhode thought of his men more like 'subjects' than as his workers.

Michaels knocked on the door. He heard the LCDR. say, "Enter." He went straight to the desk and stood in front of the CO without saying a word.

LCDR. Rhode looked up at Michaels, held up a form and said, "Do you know what I'm holding here, Lieutenant?"

"No Sir, can't say that I do!"

"It's your fitness report, Mister. You know, the REAL Navy isn't shore duty. It's sea duty, pal and guess what? I have a hell of an offer for you. The USS Bowman, a DE, is here to conduct certification of our new array. She is going out on a five day cruise that will run her out about 100 nm off Attu where the new second array had been laid. I want you to go on this trip and experience the Real Navy, Mister!"

"Ah, Capt., I'm really not interested, but thank you for considering me. You see Sir, I'm just a Reserve Officer, on three years active duty and then I'm gone! I only have about 22 more months to go."

"No. You don't seem to understand. I'm ordering you to volunteer to go to sea on this DE."
"But Capt. you can't order me to 'volunteer' to do anything, with all due respect, Sir!"

"Well, let me put it this way. Ensign, if you don't volunteer, I send this write-up." he said while holding up his left hand with a fitness report in it. "However, if you do go, then I will send in this report," he said while dropping his left hand and lifting the right.

"Capt., I formally protest. I would like the XO present to hear my protest."

"I don't care what you would like, Ensign. You're going to sea one way or another, Mister. We can do it pleasantly or I will make your life so miserable, you will have wished you never met me! Which way do you want it?"

"Capt., I have never liked you. Now I know why! I'll go, but its under protest."
A week later, Michaels went to sea. Michaels did not enjoy his sea experience. Upon his return, he went straight to the Capt.'s office.

"Sir, you can have your damn sea duty. We hit Sea State three and it was so rough even the commanding offer got sea sick and claimed that was his first time!. Look at the flying bridge," he said pointing out the window to the ship, "its caved into the side of the ship. If that's what you like, you go for it. But, its not for me! Now I want to see my fitness report, Sir! It better be good."

Michaels Home
The XO had gone to the BOQ to be with his lover, a female contract school teacher. He got there before the Condition Alpha restrictions were set. They spent a few hours together and he departed just after the traffic restrictions were lifted. He went to his office but did not announce his arrival to the TE Building.

At about 6:30 a.m., __________ while Ensign Michaels was on Watch Duty, his wife was experiencing problems with the television. Knowing no one else to call, she thought of the XO as a possible source to find somebody to come over to repair her TV. So she took a chance that he was already in his office and called him. Why she did not call her husband is not well understood, but probably stems from the fact that she knew he would have considered it too unimportant to worry about at the moment. Some think that Deborah just craved attention and the TV problem finally gave her a chance to have a little excitement enter into her dull, overcast life on Adak.
LT. Tubbs, who had successfully entered undetected into the Admin building and his office, picked up the phone. He was excited to hear Deborah’s voice and promised he would be right over to assist her.

Deborah heard a knock and got up to open the door.

The LT. stepped into the home with a slight smirk on his face and spoke first, "Hi Deborah. So what's wrong with the TV? You sure are up early in the morning!"

Deborah was dressed in a white chemise that barely covered the powder blue nightie
underneath. Both gowns just reached below her buttocks. She looked the XO right in the eyes and said, "Well, it just keeps fading in and out. The picture is just fine and then it starts to fade until it goes all the way off. I've heard a sizzling sound too, and caught the odor of smoke once."

"Sounds like you're losing the picture tube, Deborah. You don't mind if I call you Deborah, do you?"

"No, of course not LT. Tubbs. Do you think it can be fixed? I really hate to miss my morning shows."

"Sure, but first, do you have any coffee, Deborah?" Tubbs watched her as she quickly turned and walked away towards the kitchen.

She delighted in the fact that she gave him a good glimpse of her behind as she turned.

He felt a stirring in his groan as he allowed his thoughts to wander about how she would feel if he was to make love to her.

Deborah returned with his coffee and slowly reached out her hands that were cradling the mug.
Tubbs put his hands under hers and brushed against them ever so lightly, almost caressing her hands. "Thanks," he spoke, as he finally took the mug from her. He continued to look directly in her eyes looking for a sign that she wanted him to go on with the gentle touch.

My God, he's good looking. Do I dare do it? I want to be held and loved so much. I hate this damn island, the Navy and the fact that I'm stuck here. The hell with it! "You're welcome," she said as she slowly stepped back from Tubbs. and returned to the sofa to sit down. "Come on, sit for a minute and enjoy your coffee."

The XO knew this was going to be his morning. He looked at his watch and noted it was 7:00 a.m. and that her husband was still on watch and wouldn't get relieved until 8:00 a.m. He had about another hour and a half before Michaels would be leaving the OU to come home. "I'll do that," he said.

Deborah sat with her legs crossed which drew her nightie and robe way up her thigh.

LT. Tubbs couldn't keep his eyes off her young taunt thighs. He wondered if she knew what was happening between his legs at that moment.

Deborah first looked into the XO's eyes and then slowly her gazes travel the length of his torso until she was staring directly at his crotch with it's now very visible bulge. She liked what she could do to a man. "Why Larry, you don't mind if I call you Larry do you?"

The XO nodded his head in agreement.

"You seem to have a little problem," she said as she slowly started uncrossing her legs giving him a better view up her creamy thighs.

"Well, I ugh .... well .... you are a very.... ugh .... I .... ummm," Tubbs stuttered trying to find the words. He wasn't ready for her to take such an aggressive lead in their teasing.

"You what, Larry?" as she continued uncrossing her legs. "Don't like working on TV's or looking up my legs?" Deborah couldn't believe that she was actually taking the lead and was seducing this man. She had a sudden thought about his wife and their two children who lived only about two blocks away. Should I really be doing this - messing around with a married man?
Interestingly, she never gave thought to fact that she was about to be unfaithful to her husband.
Tubbs. was beside himself with the strong sexual desires he was feeling. He looked at Deborah's legs once more and gave into his urge. He leaned towards her and ran his hand up her leg until he felt her heat and moistness. He had to have her right there, on the sofa, on the floor, wherever, but right then.

Deborah responded to his touch by opening her legs even more, giving him not only more access to her love center, but also a view of her wetness.
The XO was feverishly pulling at her robe and finally got it off her. Next, he pushed her nighty up and over her breasts. He then buried his face in her breasts and began licking first one nipple then the other. His hands had returned between her legs and he was manipulating her to great excitement.

They played with each other for half an hour.

"Larry put it in now!"

He stopped, stood up and removed his starch Navy khaki shirt so as not to show the tell tale signs of lovemaking. Next he dropped his pants and underwear. He then mounted her and started heaving in hard thrusts.

Deborah matched each deep penetration. "Oh yes ..... deeper ...... harder, yes ..... come in me .... yes come in me now!" Then she started feeling her own orgasm develop.

With that command from her, the XO let go his semen just as she screamed out. "I'm coming .... oh yes .... I'm coming!"

Last R&R Flight to Japan
In September 1966, The Navy announced that it was streamlining the administrative and operational commands in the Pacific theater. As part of that restructuring Commander Alaskan Sea Frontier, Anchorage, Alaska, would be dismantled and merged into Commander Western Sea Frontier, Treasure Island. However, before the reduction occurred there remained a previously scheduled R&R trip that included 20 seats dedicated to personnel stationed on Adak. The Michaels were winners in draw of names that be able to fly to Yokuoska, Japan to enjoy a seven day break from the barren Adak Island landscape and get some shopping and vacation time in. They would be flying in the Admiral’s plane, a “Super Connie” which stood for Super Constellation, the most advance propeller driven aircraft of the period which was being overtaken by the introduction of jet aircraft.

Kip was so happy. He could finally give his wife some relief from the harsh conditions of Adak Island. They would be staying in Air Force housing units that had been reconditioned for use as officer hotel-like conditions. The couple spent their day time traveling and shopping. He bought hi fi equipment, binoculars and cameras all the toys that men typically desired, and she bought china, silverware, linens, silk screen etc, all the stuff that women wanted to own.

At night, back in their room, Michael would talk softly to Deb and describe what he was hoping they would find when then transferred out of Adak and went to their next duty station. Meanwhile, Deb felt her guilt for having an affair with his XO but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell Michael about and how sorry she was for having the illicit relationship.

The Captain’s Office
The Capt. was staring coldly at his XO. He suddenly spoke, "And where the hell have you been the last 24 hours? "

The XO just looked at the Old Man. Where the hells were you? Then he realized this probably was not a good moment to say that. Instead, Tubbs answered with his usual statement. "I was busy working on our paper work which is almost two months behind, Sir!" The XO wasn't ready for the response he got from the Capt.

"XO, I know how much time you've spent with that school teacher friend of yours in her room. I'm ashamed of you, a Naval Officer, with a wife and two lovely children!"

The XO was in shock. But then he thought for a moment and realized that the Old Man didn't know anything about his time with Deborah Michaels. Whew, I'm safe there!

The Capt. continued, "You knock off seeing that school teacher or I'll give you a fitness report that will end our career right here and now, Mister! you got my message?"

"Yes Sir, Capt. Loud and clear!"

"Good. Then that's settled. Now, get back to work and don't miss another day. You're excused, now get out of my sight!" he said in a disgusted manner and tone.

Tubbs just took it and left while muttering to himself. You little shit. Just wait, your day is coming!

“Oh yeah XO,” the CO called out to Tubbs, “Tell Ensign Michaels he has been selected for promotion to JG.”

Ensign Michaels received the word he was selected to the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade (LTJG.) and could put on his new collar device in May 1967. He and Deborah went to the Officers Club that night to celebrate. When they got home, they made love like they had enjoyed when they were down in Key West, Florida.

Michaels Outraged
Deborah and the XO were to have one more encounter which occurred in December 1966, but this time Michaels surprised them by coming home early. There was a terrible verbal battle between Tubbs and Michaels as he ordered the XO out of the home.

Michaels confronted his wife. "How long has this affair been going on?"

"Just a couple of months and only because you're never here. I told you I hate this place!"

"Well, you won't have to worry about Adak anymore. I've heard from my Detailers in Washington, D.C. I'm being transferred to Command Staff located on Treasure Island." Michaels then went over to the telephone. He dialed the home of the Tubbs.

"Hi Grace. This is Kip Michaels........ Well, thanks, but I'm not fine. I just caught my wife and your husband in bed together in my home. He should be heading your way right now. "

Grace Tubbs broke into tears as she continued listening to Michaels.

"Oh ... I see, Grace ... he's already there. I'm shipping Deb off this rock as soon as possible. I hope you will be all right."

Grace answered through her tears, "I'm so sorry for this. I should have known. I'll be leaving him immediately. Good luck, Kip!"

"Same to you Grace! Good bye."

Michaels sat down with his wife, "Let's talk!"

Deborah went through her whole thing about being left alone and how one thing lead to another almost as if it was an accident.

Michaels couldn't quite believe it. "Accident, my ass, Deb! How the hell can penetration be an accident? All you had to do was say 'No.' You could have called me or the CO and told him what was happening. No! You wanted it. So what are we to do about this marriage?"

Deborah assured him that she didn't love the XO. If he would just let her get off Adak she would handle all the household duties getting set up for their new beginning. She promised him that she really wanted to make the marriage work. Michaels decided to give it a second chance. He made the arrangements to have her leave early before Christmas.

Michaels moved into the BOQ where he would stay until his transfer in February 1967.