Crash Dive: True Stories of Submarine Combat
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They are the ultimate unseen deterrent in modern warfare. Thousands of tons of steel, missiles, torpedoes, and men, lurking silently hundreds of feet underwater, able to lie off any coastline and unleash a devastating hail of destruction with pinpoint accuracy. They are the true masters of the oceans, bringing hostile military sea traffic to a standstill, striking swift and unseen, and slipping away in an instant, ready to do it all over again at a moment’s notice.
Edited by best-selling author Larry Bond, Crash Dive collects the best non-fiction excerpts about the mighty submarines and the crews that man them. From the tough Gato-class boats that harassed the Japanese Navy during World War II to the cat-and-mouse games played by U.S. and Soviet submarines during the Cold War, Crash Dive will take you inside the silent but deadly world of the military submarine.
center of the target.” At this, and with a good fire-control solution, four torpedoes were fired, spread along three-quarters of the estimated target length. All of the torpedoes were heard to hit. The captain observed the first torpedo striking the center of the maru and said that a large sheet of billowing flames covered her bridge. The second threw a vast cloud of debris into the air. And then a bomb hit close to the Crevalle’s periscope. The captain had failed to look into the air for
unique. Marty gathered up the bowls, his face distressed, as he reflected on the ruins of the morning meal. “I’m sorry, fellas. They must have broken into the grain. I cooked the cereal but I guess I didn’t get it hot enough. Damn little buggers shoulda died.” We all stared at the man, speechless. Finally, one of the men stood up and handed Marty his bowl. “Even dead worms don’t belong in the cereal.” “I’m doing the best I can,” Marty said, wiping down the tables, as a couple of the other
Only the submarine commanders now taking up station in far-flung parts of the Atlantic received highly classified briefings on the operation. As with Aport, Shevchenko kept the number of informed men to a bare minimum, once again denying even the naval security services access to his plans. From the Soviet vantage point, Aport had worked flawlessly and Shevchenko had no reason to depart from a tried-and-true approach. Of all the boats chosen for the new operation, only one had experienced Aport.
the best of conditions, were not as good as optical readings. The best radar bearing accuracy could be obtained by stopping the antenna rotation and activating a bearing improvement device, called the “lobing motor.” But the captain’s instruction to keep the antenna rotating meant that we could not do that. The bearings had to be taken directly from the inaccurate PPI screen. A further complication was that for each measurement, Howarth had to mentally add two and a half degreees to correct the
days, the Crevalle uneventfully picked her way across the Java Sea, up through the shallow waters of Karimata Strait, and on into the South China Sea. But during the third day, the Crevalle was forced to dive away three times from sighted planes. She was running radar-silent. Yet on each dive there was radar interference on the Crevalle’s SD scope while no visual sightings were made, except at short ranges. Jim Blind had rigged the SD for a receive-only mode. The Crevalle had moved into monsoon