Episode 57

4th Air Defense Artillery Regiment (4th ADAR), Battery A

Fiery Cross Reef, South China Sea

Lt. Colonel Rutgers was not in a good mood. Waiting around for someone to lob ballistic missiles at you wasn’t exactly a recipe for happy thoughts. The THAAD was designed to be a “Theater” level weapon, away from the main threats. In this case, they were defending an island that they were sitting on. This made the mission a bit more personal.

He had already reviewed the action plan with all the other Anti-Air commanders. This coming attack would be an interesting test in many ways. The Air Force, Navy, Army and potentially even the Marines were all cooperating on missile defense, something which had never happened before in combat.

The source of Rutgers mood wasn’t the plan to defend the islands. The plan was sound. THAAD would take first bite at any ballistics. Then the Navy would go, followed by the Patriot batteries. Each team had their assigned engagement altitudes to prevent fratricide or multiple redundant attacks on the same missile. There was talk of making the THAAD and Aegis systems interoperate, something which seemed obvious, but in the world of inter-service rivalries, things like interoperability were not always the highest priority. Until your life was on the line. Right now, Rutgers was cursing the REMF who decided that THAAD and Aegis didn’t need to talk.

“Cruise Missiles Inbound, sir.”

“Finally!” Rutgers was too focused on his mission to note the irony that he was actually relieved to be under attack. The noncom manning the radio tried very hard not to show his surprise.

“The flyboys are taking first crack, then the Navy.”

“Make sure those LPWS operators have their IFF’s locked in.”

“Yes, sir. They are good to go.” The LPWS was basically a Navy Close-In Weapons System (CIWS) mounted on a trailer. The automated Gatling guns were radar guided and very good at shooting down low flying cruise missiles. There were currently eight of them scattered around the perimeter of Fiery Cross Reef.

“Any chance of getting a boost intercept?” The holy grail of ABM was to kill the missile at the launch point during the boost phase. At this point in the missiles flight path, it is very easy to find because of the massive trail of flame pushing it into the sky and it is moving relatively slowly. Unfortunately, doing this required that you have airborne assets close to where the missile was launched. Something difficult to do in mainland China.

“No, sir. Not this time.”

“Damn. OK. Get the battery on alert.”

“We’re on it, sir.”

Rutgers slowly walked to the TFCC. Basically a glorified shipping container mounted on the back of a large truck, the TFCC was the control center for the entire THAAD battery. The attack would be managed from this small room, packed with electronics including half a dozen computer terminals and a full dozen radios of all types.

Rutgers was starting to get impatient again. They should have gotten a launch warning for Chinese ballistics by now. The entire defensive strategy assumed that the Chinese would attempt a time on target attack with ballistics and cruise missiles. “Any word from the early warning birds?”

“No sir.”

“Did we run a diagnostic? Are we getting data?”

“Yes, sir confirmed. Anthem Watch reports they are getting good data, but no confirmed launches.”

“Very well. Keep on it. They’re at least ten minutes late.”

“Navy says that the bombers launched at least fifteen minutes early due to the F-35 attack.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“Launch warning! Multiple launches detected on the Chinese mainland. Expect inbound ballistics in fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“OK, people. Let’s get busy.”

THAAD was specifically designed to counter this exact threat. The system worked very well in training and in exercises. What they didn’t know was how well it worked in practice. The last time the US military had faced hostile ballistics, the system hadn’t been operational yet.

“Just like an exercise, people. Keep it professional, stay frosty. By the numbers.”

The response was nearly unanimous. “Yes Sir!”

“I have a bet with the Navy Alpha Whiskey. A bottle of good Scotch for every missile we get more than the Navy gets. Let’s make sure we win that bet, troops.”

The light-hearted bet seemed to have it’s intended effect. The soldiers in the command center were focused but not unduly tense. They had a job to do and they were doing it. Endless hours of drill made their responses automatic. They had trained for years for this moment. Life in the military was often like that. Years of preparation and training for an event you sincerely hoped never happened.

“Sir, we have isolated fifty, five zero, targets in this volley. The system is computing intercepts now.”

“OK. One interceptor per target as per plan. We will count on the Navy to get any leakers.”

While they had plenty of reloads, it took time to reload the huge interceptors. If there was another attack in a few hours or minutes, they wouldn’t have time to reload all the launchers if they simply flushed their launchers completely. It was tempting to “double tap” each incoming missile as this gave the best chances for success. However, they were playing the long game here.

“Firing now.”

With a massive roar, the THAAD battery began to fire. Over the course of only a minute, fifty of the large interceptors launched from the large platforms scattered around the island and on Mischief Reef. The interceptors had a long way to go to intercept the incoming missile strike, they wouldn’t know the results for several minutes.

“Interceptors are tracking. We have good track. One missile has failed to lock. Missile guidance has failed.”

“Abort the weapon.”

“Aborting.”

Far above the Pacific, the wayward missile self-destructed. Better to blow the missile up than risk it landing on friendly forces or civilians.

“Re-engage.”

“Re-targeting. Shooting.”

A lone interceptor launched from the nearest missile platform, joining its siblings in a suicide charge towards the incoming Chinese attack. As the missiles flew onward, the soldiers anxiously watched their screens. in some ways, it looked like a video game. Small dots marched across the screens. Lines showed the incoming tracks of the Chinese missiles and the outbound tracks of the US response. A “hit to kill” interceptor, the missiles had no warhead. They simply impacted their targets. With the combined closing speed of up to Mach 16, the resulting impact was so violent, no warhead was needed.

“Intercept! Multiple intercepts!”

While the THAAD had successfully intercepted multiple ballistic missiles in testing, it had never done so in combat. Until today.

“How many confirmed kills?”

“Too much clutter. Waiting for the survivors to clear the debris field.”

“Keep on it.”

“I think you are going to win your bet, sir. Looks like ten survivors. One zero missiles inbound.”

Episode 56

VMFA-121 (The Green Knights)

Embarked on USS America (LHA-6)

Ten Miles Northeast Fiery Cross Reef

“Launch the Alert Aircraft!”

Captain Charles had been sitting in his F-35B for the last hour, ready to start his engines. While the LHA (Landing, Helicopter, Assault) ship was smaller than a full on fleet carrier, it was specifically designed for F-35B operations. It was only “small” if you had been on a Nimitz class recently. By any other definition, it was a large ship and was able to hold eight fully fueled and armed F-35B’s on the deck ready to go. The rest of the squadron were on “plus 15” just below in the cavernous hangar deck. They would be brought up on deck and launched shortly after the first group were off.

Charles signaled to his wingman and began his start engine procedure. Once the engine was spooled up, he got a signal from the crewman directing traffic on the deck and rolled forward into launch position. For the F-35B on the America and her sisters, takeoff was a deceptively simple procedure. By putting the jet into STOL (Short Take of and Landing) mode, he caused the jet to reconfigure its self to open up two doors on the top and one on the bottom of the airframe. One allowed air directly into the engine from the top and the other two uncovered an enormous fan. This fan, combined with the rotating engine nozzle at the rear, allowed the F-35 to take off from the short runway on the America without a launch catapult.

Acknowledging the salute of the deckhand, he pushed the throttles to the stops and released the brakes. Unlike a catapult shot, the acceleration was smooth. The small amount of lift created by the wings at such a slow speed was compensated by the lift fan and tilted engine exhaust. As the fighter rolled down the deck, it slowly began to lift off and was fully in the air before it reached the end of the deck. As the plane’s speed increased, the jet automatically reconfigured its self into normal flight. The doors closed and the engine nozzle straightened. Within a minute of takeoff, the plane was difficult to separate from an Air Force F-35A.

“Romeo flight, turn to two three zero at Angels 10. Support Hammer flight and intercept inbound Vampires.”

“Romeo flight, turning to two three zero.”

PHIBRON 3, USS America (LHA-6)
Ten Miles Northeast Fiery Cross Reef

“Vampire! Vampire! Multiple cruise missiles inbound. Range one three zero miles bearing two eight zero.”

“Sound General Quarters. Air boss, get the fighters vectored in. Coordinate with the Air Force folks and see where our guys can help out.”

“Aye, Aye, Sir.” As Captain Lensten made his way down from the flight bridge to the CIC he could hear the klaxon sounding general quarters and watched with approval as his ship raced to prepare for combat.

Now came the waiting. If the Chinese were going to pull off a time on target attack as everyone expected them to, they would need to launch ballistics fairly soon to ensure they arrived at about the same time as the recently launched cruise missiles.

However, as the time ticked by, the launch didn’t come. Ten minutes. “Radio Alpha Whiskey to see what’s up with the ballistics.”

“Alpha Whiskey reports that they believe that the counter air strike threw off the timing of the time on target attack. Current belief is that they are off by about fifteen minutes.” Which meant that the ballistics should be coming any time now.

“Launch warning! Multiple launches detected on the Chinese mainland. Expect inbound ballistics in fifteen to twenty minutes.”

And there it was. Almost exactly fifteen minutes late. Whoever was doing strategy calls for the anti-air group was bang on today.

“Zulu Whiskey to all ships. Execute evasive pattern delta.”

“Helm! All ahead flank, course three five zero.”

“Aye. All ahead flank, three five zero.”

As the America started her sprint, Lensten turned to the ASW officer. “Status on the helos?”

“We have four helos scanning out to one hundred miles, no joy. The P-8’s are supporting. If they’re out there, we can’t hear them.”

“Very well, carry on.”

“Transient! Transient! We have a submarine preparing to shoot!”

“Bearing?”

“Working sir. Not enough for a hard bearing yet.”

“Torpedo! Torpedo in the water. Bearing one four zero, range two miles, course two two zero. Sir! It’s heading right towards us!”

“Helm! New course one three zero.”

“One three zero, aye!”

It wasn’t much of a chance, but heading at a right angle from the torpedo gave them the best chance of getting away. Two miles was not a very long way when the torpedo was running at fifty plus knots. A minute or so of running time. How had they gotten so close?

“ASW! Get a helo on that contact!”

“On it sir, they are localizing. TF Tango is launching ASROCs.” At least there was only one torpedo running. If it stayed that way, the America had a chance.

“Transient! Transient! I have multiple submarine contacts. Torpedos! Multiple Torpedoes running.”

Oh, shit.

“BRACE! BRACE! BRACE! Prepare for impact!”