Gray Lady Down Page #2

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- We're slipping back, sir.

- 50 degree up bubble.

Can't control our depth, sir.

- Secure blowing, and kill that horn.

- Blowing secured.

- What's the depth under us?

- 2,000 feet, with drop-offs down to--

- Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

- Harris!

- We crush at 1,200 goddamn feet.

- Stow that crap, sailor, now!

- Depth, eight zero zero.

- Did we get off a radio signal?

- We tried to, sir, but we

may have been too far under.

- Fathometer's reading

a ledge or something.

- How deep?

- I can't tell, sir.

We're sinking too fast.

- 1,300 feet!

- We're going to hit it.

- We're gonna bottom out.

Grab something and hold on.

- She's holding.

She's holding!

- Are we gonna crush, sir?

- I guess not.

1,450 feet.

They really built this baby.

- Thank God.

- God and General Dynamics.

High pressure air system holding?

- Air holding, sir.

- Have Engineering check it,

and put a watch on it.

- Yes, sir.

- I gotta find out

how bad we're hurt.

- Sir!

- Get him up forward.

Visual check on that, Chief.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Get Doc in here.

- He was aft, sir, along

with Kelly, Frazier--

- All right.

Get Page then. Anybody.

We got people hurt in here.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- This is the captain.

We're bottomed out on a

shelf here at 1,450 feet.

Looks like we're hurt pretty

bad, but our hull is holding.

The reactor's shut down.

Our engine spaces may be flooded,

but we have battery power for

most systems, including air.

Whoever hit us must have radioed,

so by this time, Norfolk

has to know what's happened.

Help's probably already on the way.

So, what we do is sit tight

till they get that rescue

vehicle down on us,

then we all take an elevator ride.

That's all for now.

Dave, I thought--

- Congratulations, skipper.

- Identify her, Jim?

- Looks like the Neptune.

She was the only sub in that area.

- What's the closest

thing you've got to her?

- An LST, Nassau.

She's about 50 miles east

of the collision point.

- Well, move her in there.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Hello?

What?

Oh, just a minute.

Michael!

- Barnes.

- Sir, this is CINCLAN fleet duty officer.

At 05:
32, a Norwegian freighter rammed

a sub 60 miles east of New London.

Sub which sank following

collision, believed to be Neptune.

- Yeah, Bennett.

- I need you on the double.

Gray lady down.

One of yours.

- 10 minutes.

- List of the missing, sir.

- Good God.

- 52.

It's more than--

- I can read.

- Sorry, sir.

- Easy, easy.

Easy, hey, you're bleeding.

- Captain, report on the damage.

- All right, Chief.

Let's just see what we

got up forward first.

- I've put Page in charge, sir.

- Fine.

- He's the closest we've got to a medic.

- Oh, we're lucky to have him.

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