over its mangled fuselage. Tangled shrouds and a ripped parachute canopy trailed backward from the aircraft’s submerged cockpit. Its ejection system must have gone off on impact.
Calhoun swung the Seahawk’s FLIR up to cover the sinking merchant ship. He found the burning hulk and steadied the black-and-white image in the center of the screen.
They both gasped. The container ship’s clean lines were gone.
“Jesus, Tom. She’s going down real soon,” Alvarez volunteered. They roared low over the doomed merchantman, bucketing up and down in the hot air currents rising from her fires. He spun the Seahawk around in a tight turn, headed back west.
Calhoun nodded. “Let’s make one more pass to see if anyone’s still on board. After that, we’ll do an expanding search…”
Suddenly a brilliant, searing white flash filled the whole right side of the cockpit window. For half a second, Alvarez thought they had been hit by something, but the helicopter’s engine sound didn’t waver.
Momentarily blinded, he heard Calhoun yell, “It’s
The second wave of aircraft had fired antiship missiles. While
In the last seconds, chaff blossomed from launchers on either side of the ship. Only the bursting charges were visible in the darkness, but to guidance radars the air over the ship was suddenly filled with bright, reflective targets, larger and more attractive than the ship below them.
With the incoming missiles only hundreds of meters away,
The other three missiles were too close for the Phalanx to engage. One, seduced by the chaff, flew harmlessly past, searching for the ephemeral target created by the silvered plastic.
But the two remaining missiles, already locked onto
The sheer force of the two missiles’ impact had heeled her over, throwing everyone aboard to the deck. Their warheads, delay-fused so that they would only explode after they penetrated the skin of the ship, went off together. Each carried 360 pounds of explosive, surrounded by a shell of incendiary zirconium. This metal case, shattered and then ignited by the detonation, turned into hundreds of lethal fragments, driving through the ship. Wherever a fragment passed, it left a trail of flame. Only a few of the frigate’s vital compartments, protected by Kevlar armor, were proof against the deadly projectiles. Elsewhere, scores of men were killed by the blast, by secondary fragments, or in the fires that followed.
By the time Alvarez and Calhoun arrived at
Ward watched the half-circles creep closer and closer to what was left of his formation. The little computer- displayed symbols, each with a line pointing straight at his ship, represented F-14 Tomcats from
To Jack Ward, they might as well have been angels.
Even though the Aegis cruiser could only make twenty knots, a night’s travel had brought them 150 miles closer to the powerful carrier.
He grimaced. He’d have to call this battle a draw. EurCon had sunk two of his four ships and damaged a third, but they’d been trying for a knockout blow — trying to make the most of their early advantage in catching Task Force 22 strung out across the Baltic. Their own losses had been heavy. He knew there were a lot of French and German aircraft that hadn’t made it home.
Ward thought about all the sea battles he’d read about and studied. He’d fought before, in the Persian Gulf, and he and his colleagues had greedily devoured the lessons to be learned from it and every other modern conflict. But the Gulf had been nothing like this.
Nothing could have prepared him for the speed, the violence, and the confusion of last night’s battle. He’d been scared, so scared that he’d almost been afraid to act, lest he do something wrong. He’d seen the same look on the officers and men as well, and only the fear of letting them down had kept him thinking, and fighting, until his fears had been drowned by his actions.
He coughed, a long, dry spasm that left him gasping for air. The smoke had gotten pretty thick last night. He was sure some of that junk was still in his lungs. Add fatigue, no food, and the pain caused by losing both
He hated to admit it, but if the Tomcats hadn’t arrived when they did, he and the rest of his force could very easily have been on the bottom of the Baltic. As it was,
The second missile had been even worse, starting a fire in
So here they were. He was short on missiles, running on half engines, and overcrowded with his own wounded and a few, badly burned survivors plucked from the water near where
In the meantime, though, she was still a fleet unit. Most of her weapons systems still worked, and the all- important SPY-1 radar and Aegis computers were back on the line. She could still fight.
“We’re ready, Admiral.”
Captain Ralph Gunston,
“No signs of damage?”
“We found a few rattled circuit boards, but everything’s been checked, and we’ve reloaded all the target