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CHAPTER 51<br />

USS TOWERS (DDG-103)<br />

NORTHERN ARABIAN GULF (OFF THE COAST OF SIRAJ) TUESDAY;<br />

22 MAY<br />

0358 hours (3:58 AM)<br />

TIME ZONE +3 ‘CHARLIE’<br />

The helo pilot’s voice came over the <strong>Navy</strong> Red speaker in Combat<br />

Information Center, “SAU Commander, this is Firewalker Two-Six. I am<br />

up for Towers control. My fuel state is three hours plus four zero minutes.<br />

Three souls aboard. My load-out is one Mark-54 torpedo and a mixed rack<br />

<strong>of</strong> sonobuoys, over.”<br />

“Roger, Firewalker,” Chief McPherson said. “Proceed to your fly-to<br />

points and begin seeding your buoys. You are at the edge <strong>of</strong> Siraji<br />

airspace, so keep your eyes peeled and don’t wander outside our missile<br />

envelope. You might get some <strong>com</strong>pany up there, over.”<br />

“This is Firewalker Two-Six. Copy all. Roger, out.”<br />

The chief switched her <strong>com</strong>m-set from <strong>Navy</strong> Red to the USW tactical<br />

net. “Sonar—USWE. Go active. Stay sharp and change your equipment<br />

lineup every couple <strong>of</strong> minutes until we find the <strong>com</strong>bination that gives us<br />

contact.”<br />

“Sonar, aye.”<br />

The chief looked at the CDRT and ran through the tactical situation in<br />

her mind. She wanted to be sure that she hadn’t missed anything.<br />

<strong>Navy</strong> Red warbled. “Towers, this is COM Fifth Fleet. I hate to follow<br />

the president’s pep talk with bad news, but intelligence estimates indicate<br />

that you are steaming into a Siraji minefield, over.”<br />

The XO looked up. “A minefield? How much more good news can we<br />

stand?”<br />

“Tell me about it,” the captain said. He keyed up <strong>Navy</strong> Red. “COM<br />

Fifth Fleet, this is Towers. Understand my unit is steaming into a<br />

minefield. Request estimated boundaries <strong>of</strong> the field and any known safe<br />

transit lanes, over.”<br />

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