Episode 11

93rd Bomb Squadron, US Air Force Reserve (USAF-R)

Barksdale Air Force Base, Louisiana

Many years ago, when Major Tinney had decided to join the Reserves after his regular service had ended, the USAF-R was considered a bit of a country club.  You would occasionally head out to the base, perhaps fly a few hours to maintain your type rating and then you would play golf on the base course and go home.  Those days were long gone.

As a B-52 pilot, Major Tinney had flown almost ten times as many combat sorties as a reservist than he ever did as an “active duty” pilot flying B-1’s and then later the iconic B-2.  The “BUFF” was older than his father, who ironically enough also flew B-52’s.  In his father’s day, the B-52 was used to “carpet bomb” the Viet Cong in an ultimately fruitless attempt to bomb them into the stone age.  Today, the B-52 was a gigantic missile and bomb truck.  As often used to attack a single person or a single truck as to unload a full bomb bay into a massive target like a factory or a tank formation.  During the war in Afghanistan, Tinney had orbited for hours over his assigned sector, waiting for fire missions that sometimes didn’t come.  In effect a Close Air Support platform, the B-52 could deliver a JDAM or similar munition on order from a Forward Air Controller and stay on scene for hours as opposed to loitering times measured in minutes for fighter aircraft.

Today, the mission was about to change again.  Armed with an underwing AN/ASQ-236 Dragon’s Eye and a full load of Harpoon anti-ship missiles, the BUFF (Big Ugly Fat Fucker) was about to become a very potent anti-shipping and maritime strike platform.  While in theory the P-8 was supposed to fill this role, the reality was that the P-8 was designed more for maritime patrol than maritime strike.  A full squadron of B-52’s armed for maritime strike operations could take down an entire flotilla of ships and clear a passage for a Navy task force with a striking power that couldn’t be matched by a dozen P-8’s.  With a 150 mile range, the AGM-84 was a standoff weapon which suited the B-52 perfectly.  There was no way the B-52 would survive an intense anti-aircraft missile salvo from a Chinese formation but with the Harpoon, there was no need.  At that range, it would be very difficult for the Chinese to effectively engage the BUFFs.  They could fire their weapons and withdraw before they could be effectively engaged.  Their high cruising altitude both increased the range of their Dragon’s Eye radar and the effective range of the Harpoons.  While some missiles would be jammed and some intercepted, they only needed one hit to take out a frigate or a destroyer.  A full salvo from the squadron would number over one hundred missiles.  At the same time, the long range and high altitude made any anti-aircraft missile shot by the Chinese quite difficult.  Ironically, using a strategic bomber as a maritime strike platform was a page out of the old Soviet Union’s playbook.  This was extremely similar to the way the Tu-95 Bear was supposed to attack the US Navy in the Atlantic if World War III had ever happened.  Although, in their case, the high performance of the F-14 Tomcat made a high altitude attack suicidal and they had switched to very long range cruise missiles fired at low altitude from supersonic aircraft. 

Unfortunately for them, the Chinese didn’t have carriers.  Yet.  Based on the frenzied pace of their naval aviation efforts, they agreed that this was a fatal gap in their current order of battle.

Today, the 93rd would mount up, mate with their embedded tanker support and fly nonstop to Clark Air Base in the Philippines.  Two C-5’s full of Harpoon Anti-Ship missiles were already en-route.  Tinney had no idea why command thought that many missiles were required but he certainly knew what to do with them. 

What he didn’t know was that the US was dangerously short of Harpoons.  Most of the more modern Block II missiles were already deployed on US Navy surface ships.  Boeing was ramping up production and running three shifts at their production facility but in the short term, the Air Force was limited to older units which had been stored by the Navy pending dis-assembly.  Never the less, it was a potent weapon and any Chinese Liberation Army Navy (PLAN) ship that wandered into range would be having a very bad day indeed.  Well, he thought, if the Chinese Army could have a Navy than it made sense that the Air Force would take on Maritime Strike.  All they needed now was the Coast Guard to start launching satellites. 

“Chief!”

“Yes sir!”

“Ready to turn and burn?”

“Yes sir!  Good to go!”

“OK, get on the horn, get the ops shack to start the BUFFs rotating.”

While the Chief Master Sergeant got that running, he turned to his second in command, Lieutenant Williams.  “Ever been to Clark, John?”

“No sir.”

“Yeah, me neither.  Got turned over to the locals before I graduated from the academy.  My old man was stationed there during Vietnam though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.  Flying BUFFs.”

“That’s ironic, sir.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“This is gonna be way more fun than flying your old BONE, sir.”

“Son, if we were flying my BONE, we’d be there by now.”

“Well, I hope the locals can cook.  We’ll be eating their chow for at least the next six weeks.”

“Oh, you’ll love it.  Haven’t I ever made my mom’s Chicken Adobo for you?  Her mom lived about six miles from Clark before she moved to Oklahoma to live with my mom and dad.”

“Old home week?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Episode 10

MV Cape Hudson (T-AKR 5066)

Port of Oakland, California

Captain Loweston had never seen the Oakland waterfront so quiet.  The entire container terminal was silent.  No ships were tied up, no container cranes were running.  The Hudson wasn’t a big ship by modern commercial standards, he had room to park three ships the Hudson’s size but he was still taking it by the numbers, no need to take any chances.  The current fashion in commercial shipping were monstrous container ships which could swallow thousands of containers at a time.   Efficiency was the name of the game.  Efficiency was also the MV Cape Hudson’s game.  However, her job was not about moving clothing or electronics across the Pacific at the lowest cost.  Her job was to allow fully mechanized units to roll directly on and then directly off her massive cargo decks.  Also known as an “RO/RO” for Roll On / Roll Off capability, the otherwise unremarkable cargo ship had a large ramp on the back which was canted at 45 degrees and allowed her to dock at almost any pier, drop her ramp and allow her cargo to simply drive away.

Today, that cargo was neatly lined up on the Oakland waterfront.  Rank after rank of Abrams M1A2 tanks.  The Abrams Main Battle Tank was the primary tank of the US Army and had a proven track record in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Kuwait.  Today, they were getting painted jungle green and about to be loaded onto Hudson and her sister ship the Cape Horn which was already tied up about a hundred yards down the massive dock.

While the huge Abrams tanks could be airlifted via C-5 or even the smaller C-17, moving tanks by air was expensive and cumbersome.  The much-preferred method was to move them by ship or rail.  This is why these tanks had been shipped here from Texas via special rail cars and were now being loaded onto the two RO/RO’s.  Along the west coast, several other sites were doing the same thing.  Over the next few days, an entire Corps worth of armor would be loading up.  While the lighter units like Strykers would be flown over, the heavier units like the AbramsTanks and Bradley Fighting Vehicles were all being sent by sealift.  While a pale shadow of the US’ wartime sealift capability that was developed during WW2, the US still has far more military sealift capability than Russia and China COMBINED.  The ability to move an entire Army Corps across an ocean is not something that any other country on earth can claim.

As the tugs helped the Hudson ease onto the dock, the crew got the gangplank ready.  As soon as she was fully secured, the back ramp went down and the gangplank went up.  The first person up the gangplank was a Naval officer in full dress whites.  Loweston went down to meet him at the main companionway.  The commander saluted the flag at the top of the gangplank and then extended his hand.  “Captain Loweston?  I’m Commander James.  Do you have a moment to speak to me?”

“Certainly Commander, it looks like your news may be urgent.”  The men shook hands as Jackson shifted the briefcase he held awkwardly.  Loweston noticed that it was shackled to his wrist.  Something he thought only happened in movies.

“Yes, sir I think it is that.”

Loweston spoke into the radio he was carrying.  “Bill, find the loadmaster and make sure the Chief is happy with the load plan and get this show on the road.”

A muffled “aye aye, sir” came from the radio.

“We can speak in my cabin if you like.”

“That would be perfect, thank you sir.”

When the two men reached the modest captain’s quarters, Loweston gestured to one of the seats at the small conference table.  “Have a seat.  Coffee?”

“Thank you sir, I’ve been on the go since 5 am.”

Getting coffee was never a problem on any Navy ship or in this case, on a ready reserve ship which was technically a Merchant Marine vessel.  The basics taken care of, it was time to get down to business.  “So, tell me what is so urgent to get us fired up with two days notice and to get all these damn tanks deployed.  This is the most rushed operation I’ve ever seen and I’ve been doing this for almost thirty years now, including Desert Storm.”

James unlocked the black briefcase he was holding and pulled out a manila folder.  The folder was bordered in yellow and orange which meant the orders were classified top secret.  Not normal for a Merchant Marine skipper.  James then pulled out another set of what looked to be very official orders and handed them over.  “Commander Loweston.  You are being activated.  Please sign here to acknowledge your callup.”

Loweston was floored.  As a retired Navy Commander, he knew that he was theoretically eligible for call up as an “Inactive Reserve” status but he didn’t think it would ever happen.  Even during the Gulf War, he had remained inactive and a member of the Merchant Marine even as he hauled tanks into Bahrain and Saudi Arabia.  “What?  Why am I being activated now?”

“Because of these orders I am about to give you.  They are classified as top secret.”  He tapped the red bordered folder meaningfully.

“Top Secret?  Do you really think anyone who cares to know doesn’t ALREADY know that we’re loading tanks right now?  Did you not see the four news helicopters circling?  How could this operation be any LESS secret?”  Loweston let his voice rise a bit as he talked.  He was getting annoyed by this top secret mumbo jumbo already.

“I am sorry sir, but you misunderstand me.  It is not your current mission that is secret.  Not at all.  It is your next mission that is classified.”

“My next mission?”

“Yes sir.”