Bumper cars at sea … again

Chinese naval vessel in near collision with US Navy cruiser

Ah, the games that nations play at sea. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt … a couple of times.

Back lo these many years ago, when I did my first tour of duty aboard a beat-up old World War II design destroyer, we used to play the same game that the Chinese seem to want to play in the South China Sea (and probably will start playing in the East China Sea), only we played it with the Russians.

It got to the point that in late 1972 or 1973, the Soviets and the Americans signed an agreement setting out the rules for our “games.” Not that they always followed the rules, but then I did my tour before the rules really went into effect. Life was interesting at those times when the two navies played in close proximity.

As I was explaining to my pretty wife, the old Meredith (DD-890) had a few encounters with the Soviets, both their spy ships and their warships.

The first encounter I remember came shortly after I had joined the ship’s company of the Merry-D and we had put to sea on our journey to the Mediterranean for seven months. We were part of the aircraft carrier USS Franklin D Roosevelt’s escort screen that included a DLG guided missile destroyer (now would be a CG guided missile cruiser), a DDG guided missile destroyer, a guided missile frigate (FFG), a big destroyer (post WWII design, but all guns) and two small destroyers (WWII all gun designs) (Well, everybody had anti-submarine rocket launchers – ASROCs – but only the Gs had surface to surface and surface to air missiles).

Once we passed the 12-mile limit, the FDR picked up another escort: A Soviet trawler. At least that was its cover story … I don’t they ever put a net in the water or pulled any fish from the sea … but in reality it was a Soviet spy vessel that would follow the FDR everywhere it went in the Atlantic. All you had to do to locate it was to look 3,000 yards astern of the carrier and there she would be bobbing along at whatever speed it took for her to keep station.

Well, a couple of days out of our homeport, the Admiral on the FDR wanted to do a “line ahead” formation. I don’t remember how it happened exactly, but it ended up that our “station” in the formation was 3,000 yards astern of the carrier.

Now, you should see what is coming here, but we needed to be where the trawler was and as we came up to take our slot, the trawler – like the band that refused to yield the field in the song of the time – wasn’t budging, despite several efforts to tell it to please move. Well, we got within maybe a ship-length or two, side to side, when the little trawler looked up and blinked and slide away.

It was obvious from some of the actions of the crew on deck they were not particularly happy with us, but nobody swapped any paint and it was a no-harm-no-foul situation.

Another time, however, in the Eastern Mediterranean off the coast of Egypt, things got considerably more tense.

We had been following a Russian heavy missile cruiser for about 10 days to two weeks because Naval Intel had word it was to test fire one of its SSMs – which was going to be the first time they had ever fired a missile of the type outside their Black Sea training areas. It was the day before they did their test shot that things got really dicey.

It started off relatively quiet, with us tagging along with the little Russian task force of five or six ships, with the cruiser at its center. Among its escorts were a mine warfare vessel and a Kashin-class guided missile escort (the equivalent of one of our DLGs at the time) with two double-rail anti-aircraft missile launchers – one fore and one aft – and two twin 76mm gun mounts – one fore and one aft.

Just to set the table, Merry-D carried two twin 5-inch (127-mm) gun mounts, both on the front of the ship. My battle station was the pointer on the No. 2 (Mount 52) mount just in front of the bridge. It also was my work station where I was responsible for its care and feeding. It gave me a ring-side seat for much of what transpired in the next two hours or so.

First, it started with the little (about half our size) mine warfare vessel coming over to signal us by signal lamp that we were “in a missile test area and would we leave”.

Our response was: “We are in international waters and we intend to stay on our present course.”

The Russian then started playing the “rendering honors” game with us. By tradition, when two warships pass at sea, depending on which one is on which side (and I don’t remember which is which), one of them is supposed to have its crew stop and salute the passing ship. The game makes for some interesting maneuvering by ships as they try to force the other ship into rendering honors to them.

During that whole evolution, the Russian kept telling us to leave the area. After about an hour or so of playing this game, the Russian ship headed back to where its task group was milling around, about 10-12 miles away.

Then its big brother, the Kashin comes over to talk to us. As she passed down our port side at about 1500 yards (which is really close at sea) I saw the normal complement of people walking on her deck doing normal things. I watched as the Kashin slid around behind us to come up on our starboard side to parallel our course at about 1000 to 1500 yards off and began to pace our speed.

I immediately started getting suspicious that something wasn’t kosher when I noticed there weren’t any people wandering her weather decks any more. Then, I saw both of the 76mm gun mounts break centerline and begin to traverse in our direction.

Now, I am no rocket scientist, but I already was climbing up to the hatch of Mount 52, when the speaker on the front of the bridge blasted out:

“GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS! ALL HANDS, MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS. THIS IS A SILENT GQ. MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS VIA INTERNAL ROUTES. DO NOT RUN ON THE MAIN DECK.”

I hopped into Mount 52, closed the two access hatches to the outside deck, opened the hatch to the handling room below and started lighting off the power drives for the rammers, the shell and powder hoists and the traverse and elevation for the guns. Then I went and sat in my seat at the left side of the left gun and opened my sight box.

The mount quickly filled with the 14 people who manned it at general quarters and a very tense 45 minutes ensued. I could hear the hoist cycle as they brought up powder and shells.

The mount captain opened his top hatch in the armor plate, so we were able to hear much of what transpired from the wing of the bridge.

We couldn’t understand what the Russians were saying with their bull horn, but we heard our captain respond with good American seaman’s English what they could do with their suggestion (and then the intel people had provided us with a Russian translator and it was repeated in Russian).

This bandying back and forth went on for quite awhile and I can remember muttering to myself that I hoped the captain wouldn’t piss the Russians off too much. I wasn’t so much worried about the Kashin, because at that range I knew I wasn’t going to miss when I pulled the trigger if we started firing and our 5 inch shells were going to do a whole heck a lot more damage to him than his 3 inches shells were going to do to us.

I was, however, worried about the heavy cruiser 12-15 miles away that it might want to plop one of the SSMs in our lap and that we probably would not survive.

After about 45 minutes, the Kashin gave up and sailed away and we secured from GQ. The next morning, the cruiser fired its missile, the intel people got their pictures and electronic readings and … well that is a whole other story. There also are other stories of playing with the Russians, but it never got quite as tense as that day off Egypt.

The thing was that I learned that both we and the Russians had enough experience at sea by that time that we weren’t about to do anything really stupid. Unfortunately, from the initial reports, it doesn’t seem like the Chinese have got that experience yet and they face a steep learning curve.

Yes, folks, it does appear that we do live in interesting times … it just may be possible that our domestic travails may pale against what may happen in places far away.

Imperialist America

Military assets deploy to help the Philippines

I would really like people to take a long hard look at the list compiled in the above link.

For Americans, it is a lesson of what those tax dollars go for.

For non-Americans, it is a lesson of how the Americans lead from the front.

I know there are those who will piss and moan about American taxpayer money being diverted from needs at home, but what they don’t realize is that this effort is a better demonstration of what the US is about than anything else I can think of.

Note that those resources, designed for war, also can be used to fight the ravages of nature.

Those resources, designed for war, are an instrument to bring supplies to where they are needed because that is a task that is vital to succeeding in conflict.

Understand people that the ships on that list represent a significant proportion of the Pacific Fleet which is spread from the India Ocean to Antarctica to the Panama Canal to San Diego to Japan and Korea.

Journalist were asking: Where is the help for all those people stricken by the devastation of the typhoon?

Well, look no further. And you have to remember, those people helped by those Americans will remember. This is what power is all about.

There is hard power … and that is the ability to fight … and there is soft power … and that is the ability to bring help where it is needed.

For all those who complain about America’s role in the world, there are people in the Philippines (and other places around the world) who will be eternally grateful for the Americans’ presence.

I have seen this first hand. It is one of the reasons that I have been so proud of the men and women who wear the uniforms of the American military. It is part of the reason I was proud to share that honor with them. These people are really a beacon of hope for so many around the world.

Lastly: Yes, this is done in the interest of America. It is to advance the interests of the United States. If that makes the US imperialists, then I am proud that we are.  We may be different from the imperialists who have gone before, for we really are far less ruthless and we really do ask for far less they our predecessors.

Unreal expectations

Desperate needs in wake of typhoon

As I watched this piece by CNN’s Anderson Cooper, I was struck by the utter absurdity of it.

You hear desperate pleas for help, as if help will magically appear out of nowhere. They need food, water, medicine … and probably shelters … all the necessities of life that are needed in the wake of any disaster, natural or manmade.

Unfortunately, what TV screens and computer screens cannot show you is reality.

Yes, there are great needs to be filled to bring help to the people of the Philippines stricken by the typhoon, but it will take time. Lots of time. And that is what the immediacy of the revolution in telecommunications does NOT help you understand.

We are not talking about a couple of MREs here, or a tent or two. We are talking about tons, upon tons, upon tons, of materiel that needs to be moved from point A to point B for delivery to Points C and D and beyond.

We are trapped by the tyranny of distance and time. These twins restrict our response. Bind our capabilities to respond to any crisis that involves more than than a small group of people. It is known as logistics and it bogs down any and all things.

Airplanes can move at hundreds of miles an hour but can only carry thousands of pounds of cargo and there are just so many of them. Ships can move tons upon tons of the needed material but only move at about 25 miles per hour (flat out max speed of the fastest transoceanic transports and most move at less than 15 miles per hour) and it is thousands of miles from where the supplies are to where they are needed. And again, there are only a few of them.

It plucks at a heart strings and rips at our emotions, but folks … to be realistic about things – i.e. heartless … this is life. This is what is the fate of humanity when nature rages.

Yes, we hope that supplies will get there to help most of the people. We hope that those in charge of distributing the supplies will be able to do it unmolested and without spite. But that is not reality. It will be easy to blame the authorities, or people in other countries for not sending enough, but we need to face the reality that what resources we do have always will be in the wrong place (if they were there, they probably were destroyed by Nature’s wrath) and so it will take time, agonizingly long times to move it to where it can help.

And people will make choices, bad choices from the comfort of our living rooms, that will make the situation worse.

But this is life, people. You may not like it, but to expect anything different is to be a fool.

Lesson to be learned

Typhoon highlights fragile infrastructure

Sometimes, I think, we forget just how precarious our lives are. I would hope that storms like Hurricane Sandy and Typhoon Haiyan would be reminders that would bring us back to reality.

No, I am not talking about global warming or climate change (anthropomorphological), but the simple fact that natural events on earth are far more powerful than us humans. We seem to forget that.

It is tragic (and whatever else you want to use to describe terrible, horrible, unimaginable) what happened in the Philippines when the typhoon hit. I am not saying anything to diminish that.

But I will bet that the earth has seen larger events and will so again … it is just that humans were not in a position to record or measure them in the past.

Still, that is not my point. My point is how close we are, even in the US and other developed countries, to seeing the trappings of civilization stripped away from us.

Folks, no matter where you live, you are only hours (or minutes and definitely only days) away from reverting to a world that resembles one that only the most primitive societies left on the planet can conceive.

To me it is a terrifying thought, not that I spend much time worrying about it. Still, stop and think what life in North America would be like if the power went off for more than a few days. Think of the chaos, the mayhem, the struggles that we would face as we tried to reconfigure our world.

In microcosms, the impact of Sandy, Katrina, Ike, and now Haiyan give us inklings of what we might face.

For those whose memory does not stretch back beyond 1989, that is what those of us who did live through the years 1946 to 1989 faced in the nightmares of the world we were in. Unfortunately, while that particular threat has receded, it is not gone and could return in new and different forms.

I think most people are content to ignore that reality that Nature and our own folly can overturn practically in an instant the last 500 years of progress in the world.

It is not a thought that should consume us, but it is something that we should remember … and if nothing else, be thankful for the shoulders of the people who raised us to the level that we currently living on and realize that we are teetering on such a thin veneer of civilization.

I guess, in a way, it is a way to tell people that we need to be ready to assume total responsibility for our own existences, if we haven’t already, and think about how we can preserve what we have and that which is around us. The infrastructure that we expect from government to provide for us really is so fragile … and most likely in a crisis will be inadequate.

Just a little food for thought there.