Part 14 (1/2)
”Good. We will have plenty of work for them to do in a few days.”
”You know, this is my first trip aboard s.h.i.+p.”
”Really? Fear not, Comrade General. It is much safer, and much more comfortable, than flying in an aircraft-and then jumping out of it!” The captain laughed. ”He is a big s.h.i.+p and he rides very well even with so light a load.”
”Light load?” the General asked. ”This is more than half of my division's equipment you have aboard.”
”We can carry well over thirty-five thousand metric tons of cargo. Your equipment is bulky, but not that heavy.” This was a new thought for the General, who usually had to calculate in terms of moving equipment by air.
Below, over a thousand men of the 234th Guards Air a.s.sault Regiment were milling about under the control of their officers and NCOs. Except for brief periods at night, they'd be stuck down there until the Fucik cleared the English Channel. They tolerated it surprisingly well. Even when crammed with barges and equipment, the cavernous cargo s.p.a.ces were far larger than the military transport aircraft they were accustomed to. The s.h.i.+p's crew was rigging planks from one barge top to another so that there would be more room for them to use for sleeping, and to get the soldiers off the oily works.p.a.ces that the crew needed to patrol. Soon, the regimental officers were to be briefed on s.h.i.+pboard systems, with special attention to the firefighting systems. A strict no-smoking rule was being enforced, but the professional seamen took no chances. The crewmen were surprised at the humble demeanor of the swaggering paratroopers. Even elite troops, they learned, could be cowed by exposure to a new environment. It was a pleasant observation for the merchant seamen.
Three tugs pulled on lines hanging from the s.h.i.+p's side, drawing her slowly away from her dock. Two others joined as soon as she was clear, pus.h.i.+ng the bow around to face out to sea from the Leningrad terminal. The General watched the s.h.i.+p's captain control the procedure, as he raced from one bridge wing to another with a junior officer in tow, often giving rudder orders as he pa.s.sed. Captain Kherov was nearly sixty, and more than two-thirds of his life had been spent at sea.
”Rudder amids.h.i.+ps!” he called. ”Ahead slow.”
The helmsman accomplished both commands in under a second, the General saw. Not bad, he thought, remembering the surly comments he'd heard from time to time about merchant seamen. The captain rejoined him.
”Ah, that's the hardest part behind us.”
”But you had help for that,” the General observed.
”Some help! d.a.m.ned tugboats are run by drunks. They damage s.h.i.+ps all the time here.” The captain walked over to the chart. Good: a deep straight channel all the way to the Baltic. He could relax a bit. The captain walked over to his bridge chair and settled in. ”Tea!”
A steward appeared at once with a tray of cups.
”There is no liquor aboard?” Andreyev was surprised.
”Not unless your men brought it, Comrade General. I do not tolerate alcohol on my s.h.i.+p.”
”That is true enough.” The first officer joined them. ”All secure aft. The special sea detail is set. Lookouts posted. The deck inspection is under way.”
”Deck inspection?”
”We normally check at the turn of every watch for open hatches, Comrade General,” the first officer explained. ”With your men aboard, we will check every hour.”
”You do not trust my men?” The General was mildly offended.
”Would you trust one of us aboard one of your airplanes?” the captain replied.
”You are right, of course. Please excuse me.” Andreyev knew a professional when he saw one. ”Can you spare a few men to teach my junior officers and sergeants what they need to know?”
The first officer pulled a set of papers from his pocket. ”The cla.s.ses begin in three hours. In two weeks, your men will be proper seamen.”
”We are particularly worried about damage control,” the captain said.
”That concerns you?”
”Of course. We stand into danger, Comrade General. I would also like to see what your men can do for s.h.i.+p defense.”
The General hadn't thought of that. The operation had been thrown together too quickly for his liking, without the chance to train his men in their s.h.i.+pboard duties. Security considerations. Well, no operation was ever fully planned, was it? ”I'll have my antiair commander meet with you as soon as you are ready.” He paused. ”What sort of damage can this s.h.i.+p absorb and still survive?”
”He is not a wars.h.i.+p, Comrade General.” Kherov smiled cryptically. ”However, you will note that nearly all of our cargo is on steel barges. Those barges have double steel walls, with a meter of s.p.a.ce between them, which may even be better than the compartmentalization on a wars.h.i.+p. With luck, we will not have to learn. Fire is what concerns me most. The majority of s.h.i.+ps lost in battle die from fire. If we can set up an effective firefighting drill, we may well be able to survive at least one, perhaps as many as three missile hits.”
The General nodded thoughtfully. ”My men will be available to you whenever you wish.”
”As soon as we clear the Channel.” The captain got up and checked the chart again. ”Sorry that we cannot offer you a pleasure cruise. Perhaps the return trip.”
The General lifted his tea. ”I will toast that, Comrades. My men are at your disposal until the time comes. Success!”
”Yes. Success!” Captain Kherov lifted his cup also, almost wis.h.i.+ng for a gla.s.s of vodka to toast their enterprise properly. He was ready. Not since his youth in Navy minesweepers had he had the chance to serve the State directly, and he was determined to see this mission through.
KOBLENZ, FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY.