Not so gentle into that good night...

Reno · 10-14-07, 04:14 PM

There I was creeping along in the inky blackness just south of Yokosuka when my sharp-eyed lookout, Jeffries, whispered that a warship was closing at medium distance. Good man, that Jeffries...not excitable at all. Despite it being one of the darkest nights I had ever seen, I thought it best to go to periscope depth just in case there was another Jeffries out there somewhere. That's when all hell broke loose. The klaxon blared, the hatches slammed, and every able bodied seaman was shouting at the top of his lungs. It was enough to wake the dead. I gotta believe that if the warships can hear you pinging for depth they can hear the god-awful racket that accompanies the normal dive. How did the real life skippers cope with this? Was there a silent surface running routine?

10-14-07, 04:14 PM	#1
Reno Electrician's Mate Join Date: May 2005 Posts: 133 Downloads: 4 Uploads: 0	Not so gentle into that good night... There I was creeping along in the inky blackness just south of Yokosuka when my sharp-eyed lookout, Jeffries, whispered that a warship was closing at medium distance. Good man, that Jeffries...not excitable at all. Despite it being one of the darkest nights I had ever seen, I thought it best to go to periscope depth just in case there was another Jeffries out there somewhere. That's when all hell broke loose. The klaxon blared, the hatches slammed, and every able bodied seaman was shouting at the top of his lungs. It was enough to wake the dead. I gotta believe that if the warships can hear you pinging for depth they can hear the god-awful racket that accompanies the normal dive. How did the real life skippers cope with this? Was there a silent surface running routine? Last edited by Reno; 10-14-07 at 04:35 PM.