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Russians。 His crew looked to be in good shape。 Three days on the beach had counted for a lot。 The beer supplied by the Norwegian skipper； plus word on what their Harpoon had done in Chicago's one real engagement； had counted for even more。 He'd already briefed the crew on their current mission。 The information was accepted quietly； with a couple of jokes about going back home…to the Barents Sea。
〃That was Boston； skipper；〃 the XO said。 〃Now we're the caboose。〃
McCafferty walked back to examine the chart。 Everything looked okay； but he checked everything carefully。 With so many submarines running the same course track； the risk of collision was real。 A quartermaster ran down the list of the sister subs that had passed Chicago。 The skipper was satisfied。
〃All ahead two…thirds；〃 he ordered。 The helmsman acknowledged the order and twisted the annunciator dial。
〃Engine room answers all ahead two…thirds。〃
〃Very well。 Left ten degrees rudder。 e to new course three…four…eight。〃
Chicago accelerated to fifteen knots； taking her station at the end of the column as the freight train raced to the Arctic。
31 … Demons
VIRGINIA BEACH； VIRGINIA
〃Left full rudder！〃 Morris screamed； pointing at the torpedo's wake。
〃Right full rudder； aye！〃 the helmsman replied； spinning the wheel right； then left； then centering it。
Morris stood on the port bridge wing。 The sea was flat calm； and the torpedo's wake was clearly visible； following every turn and maneuver the frigate made。 He even tried reversing； and that didn't work…the torpedo appeared to go sideways。 It stopped dead in the water and rose to the surface where he could see it。 It was white； with what seemed to be a red star on the nose 。 。 。 and it had eyes； like all homing torpedoes。 He ordered flank speed； but the torpedo stayed with him on the surface now； skimming along like a flying fish； clearly visible to all who could see…but only Morris saw it。
It closed ever so slowly as the frigate maneuvered。 Fifty feet； thirty； ten 。 。 。
〃Where did my daddy go？〃 the little girl asked。 〃I want my daddy！〃
〃What's the problem； skipper？〃 the exec asked。 This was very strange； because he didn't have a head。
Sweat poured from Morris's face as he bolted upright in his bed； his heart racing； The digital clock on the headboard said 4：54。 Ed got up and walked shakily into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face。 The second time tonight； he thought。 Twice more during the tow back to Boston the nightmare had e； robbing him of the few hours of rest he allowed himself。 Morris wondered if he had screamed in his sleep。
You did everything you could have done。 It's not your fault； he told the face in the mirror。
But you were the captain； it replied。
Morris had gotten through five homes when he'd had to stop。 It was one thing to talk to wives and parents。 They understood。 Their sons and husbands were sailors； and had taken a sailor's risk。 But the four…year…old daughter of Gunner's Mate Second Class Jeff Evans had not understood why her daddy would never e home again。 A second…class petty officer didn't make much； Morris knew。 Evans must have worked like a madman on that little house to make it as neat as it was。 A good man with his hands； he remembered； a good gunner's mate。 Every wall was newly painted。 Much of the interior woodwork had been replaced。 They'd been in the house only seven months； and Morris wondered how the petty officer had found the time to get all that work done。 He had to have done it himself No way he could have afforded contractors。 Ginny's room had been a testimony to her father's love。 Dolls from all over the world had stood on hand…made shelves。 As soon as he'd seen Ginny's room； Morris had had to leave。 He'd felt himself on the verge of breaking down； and some absurd code of conduct wouldn't allow him to do that in front of strangers。 So he'd left and driven home； with the rest of the list tucked back in his wallet。 Certainly the fatigue that had enveloped him would allow him a night's sleep。。。
But now he stood in front of the mirror； looking at a man with hollow eyes who wished his wife were there。
Morris went out to the kitchen of his one…story house and went mindlessly through the process of making coffee。 The morning paper was on the doorstep； and he found himself reading stories about the war that he knew to be inaccurate or out of date。 Things were happening much too fast for reporters to keep up。 There was an eyewitness account from an unnamed destroyer about a missile that had leaked through her missile defenses。 An 〃analysis〃 piece explained how surface warships were obsolete in the face of determined missile attacks and asked where the fleet's vaunted carriers were。 That； he thought； was a pretty good question。
Morris finished his coffee and returned to the bathroom for a shower。 If he had to be awake； he thought； he might as well be at work。 He had one set of undress whites in the closet。 He donned them a few minutes
later and walked out to his car。 It was already first light when he drove to the Norfolk Navy Base。
Forty minutes later he was in one of several operations rooms； where the positions of convoys and suspected submarine locations were plotted。 On the far wall the threat board listed estimated Russian assets and the numbers and types of kills accumulated to date。 Another wall showed losses。 If the intel guys were right； he thought； the war at sea had the look of a draw…but for the Russians a draw was the same as a win。
〃Good morning； mander；〃 NAVSURFLANT said。 Another man who had not slept very much。 〃You look a little better。〃
Better than what？ Morris wondered。
〃We have some good news for a change。〃
NORTH ATLANTIC
The B…52 crews were nervous despite the heavy fighter escort。 Five thousand feet above them； a full squadron of F…14 Tomcats flew top cover； having just refueled from KC…135 tankers。 The other squadron was tanking now for their part in the mission。 The sun was just peeping above the horizon； and the ocean below them was still dark。 It was 0300 local time； when human reaction times are at their worst。
KEFLAVIK； ICELAND
The alarm klaxon jolted the sleeping Russian pilots off their cots。 Their ground crews took fewer than ten seconds to begin preflight procedures as the airmen climbed the steel ladders into their cockpits and plugged in their helmet radios to learn what the emergency was。
〃Heavy enemy jamming activity to the west；〃 the regimental mander announced。 〃Plan Three。 Repeat： Plan Three。〃
In the control trailer； radar operators had just seen their radar screens turn to a cluttered nightmare of white…noise jamming。 An American raid was ing in probably B…52s； probably in force。 Soon the American aircraft would be so close that the ground…based radars could bum through the jamming。 Until then； the fighters would try to engage as far out as they could to reduce the number of bombers before they could strike their target。
The Soviet pilots had been well drilled in their time on Iceland。 Within two minutes the first pair of MiG…29s was rolling； in seven all were in the air。 The Soviet plan left a third of the fighters over Keflavik while the others charged west toward the jamming； their own missile…targeting radars on； seeking targets。 They were ten minutes out when the jamming stopped。 A single MiG got a radar contact off a retreating jamming aircraft and radioed Keflavik； only to learn from his ground controllers that nothing was on the scopes out to a range of three hundred kilometers。
A minute later； the jamming began again； this time from the south and east。 More cautiously this time； the MiGs flew south。 On orders； they kept their radar systems shut down until they were a hundred miles offshore； but when they switched on they found nothing。 Whoever was jamming was doing it from a great distance。 The ground controllers reported that three jammers had been involved in the first incident and four in the second。 Quite a lot of jammers； the regimental mander thought。 They're trying to run us around； trying to make us use up our fuel。
〃e east；〃 he ordered his fight leaders。
The B…52 crews were really nervous now。 One of the escorting Prowlers had picked up the voice radio orders from the MiGs； and another had caught a flash of their air…intercept radars to the southwest。 The fighters eased south also。 They were now one hundred fifty miles from Keflavik； crossing the Icelandic coast。 The mission mander evaluated the situation and ordered the bombers to turn slightly north。
The B…52s carried no bombs； just the powerful radar jammers designed to allow other bombers to reach targets within the Soviet Union。 Below them； the second squadron of Tomcats was heading for the deck； the eastern slopes of the Vatna glacier。 With them were four Navy Prowlers for additional protection against air…to…air missiles in case the MiGs got too close。
〃Starting to get some airborne radars； bearing two…five…eight。 Seems to be closing；〃 one Prowler reported。 Another copied the same signal and they triangulated the range to fifty miles。 Close enough。 The mission mander was flying a Prowler。
〃Amber Moon。 Say again； Amber Moon。〃
The B…52s turned back east and dove； opening their bomb bays to disgorge tons of aluminum chaff that no rada