Cold Warriors : The Navy's Engineering and Diving Support Unit

Roy R. Manstan

ISBN 10: 1491869577 / ISBN 13: 9781491869574

Verlag: Authorhouse, 2014

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - This is the story of a technological war. There was no ambiguity behind the phrase 'mutually assured destruction'¿nuclear weapons and the means to deliver them had become a reality. The atomic bomb brought Japan to the USS Missouri for the formal surrender on September 2, 1945; a date that marked the end of World War Two. But this date also signaled the beginning of the Cold War as the Soviet Union emerged from the shadows. There was no 'shot heard 'round the world'; no Fort Sumter; no Pearl Harbor; only the threat of a mushroom cloud far worse than what Japan experienced. The Cold War remained cold because all the players aggressively pursued a strategy of deterrence aimed at keeping the opponent's finger off the trigger. The people on the front lines and behind the scenes¿the Cold Warriors on both sides¿would come from the civilians who created the technology and the military that would be entrusted with its use. When tensions escalated, it was the Navy and the 'silent service' that played a critical role. In Cold Warriors, the author describes a Navy laboratory in New London, Connecticut, populated with pioneers in submarine and antisubmarine warfare technology. Their mandate was to take the intellectual risks that would keep this country one step ahead of the Soviet Union. But ideas alone would not win the Cold War. The scientists relied on teams of field engineers whose willingness to take on physical risk would convert theory into reality. One of these groups was simply known as 'the divers.' Beginning in the 1950s, the U.S. Navy Underwater Sound Laboratory began sending a small number of its civilian staff¿one or two each year¿to train at one of the Navy's diving schools. As the Laboratory in New London evolved into the Naval Undersea Warfare Center, Newport, Rhode Island, that small team became the Engineering and Diving Support Unit. For more than a half-century, 'the divers' would travel the world¿this book is their story.

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• Titel: Cold Warriors : The Navy's Engineering and Diving Support Unit
• Verlag: Authorhouse
• Erscheinungsjahr: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN-10: 1491869577
• ISBN-13: 9781491869574
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Zustand: Neu
• Abmessungen: 229B x 152 H x 24 T Millimeter Breite: 229 mm, Höhe: 152 mm, Tiefe: 24 mm
• Gewicht: 669 Gramm

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This is the story of a technological war. There was no ambiguity behind the phrase "mutually assured destruction" -nuclear weapons and the means to deliver them had become a reality. The atomic bomb brought Japan to the USS Missouri for the formal surrender on September 2, 1945; a date that marked the end of World War Two. But this date also signaled the beginning of the Cold War as the Soviet Union emerged from the shadows. There was no "shot heard 'round the world" no Fort Sumter; no Pearl Harbor; only the threat of a mushroom cloud far worse than what Japan experienced. The Cold War remained cold because all the players aggressively pursued a strategy of deterrence aimed at keeping the opponent's finger off the trigger. The people on the front lines and behind the scenes-the Cold Warriors on both sides-would come from the civilians who created the technology and the military that would be entrusted with its use. When tensions escalated, it was the Navy and the "silent service" that played a critical role. In Cold Warriors, the author describes a Navy laboratory in New London, Connecticut, populated with pioneers in submarine and antisubmarine warfare technology. Their mandate was to take the intellectual risks that would keep this country one step ahead of the Soviet Union. But ideas alone would not win the Cold War. The scientists relied on teams of field engineers whose willingness to take on physical risk would convert theory into reality. One of these groups was simply known as "the divers" Beginning in the 1950s, the U.S. Navy Underwater Sound Laboratory began sending a small number of its civilian staff-one or two each year-to train at one of the Navy's diving schools. As the Laboratory in New London evolved into the Naval Undersea Warfare Center, Newport, Rhode Island, that small team became the Engineering and Diving Support Unit. For more than a half-century, "the divers" would travel the world-this book

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Cold Warriors

The Navy's Engineering and Diving Support Unit

By Roy R. Manstan

AuthorHouse LLC

Copyright © 2014 Roy R. Manstan
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4918-6957-4

Contents

Preface An ounce of truth, xi, 
Prologue "The only easy day was yesterday!", xv, 
Chapter 1 Lower than Whale Shit, 1, 
Chapter 2 Submarine Warfare, Offensive and Defensive, 11, 
Chapter 3 Calm, Cool and Collected, 39, 
Chapter 4 Seventy-five Percent of the Earth's Surface, 63, 
Chapter 5 Antisubmarine Warfare: Surface Ship Mission, 111, 
Chapter 6 Submarine against Submarine: Hunter vs. Hunter, 157, 
Chapter 7 Not Just an "Underwater Sound" Laboratory, 205, 
Chapter 8 The Infernal Machines of NUWC/Newport, 243, 
Chapter 9 The Global War on Terror, 271, 
Chapter 10 Excellence or Mediocrity—A Choice, 303, 
Epilogue "The only easy day was yesterday.", 327, 
Appendix, 345, 
Notes, 347, 
Index, 367, 
Acknowledgements, 81, 
About the Author, 385, 

CHAPTER 1

Lower than Whale Shit

After a few introductory remarks from the diving officer, Lieutenant G.F. Heeger, our orientation was turned over to the training team.

"Gentlemen!"

"My name is Downey ... Chief Downey. Welcome to the Navy's submarine escape training facility, where you will receive the required instruction leading to qualification in scuba. Those of you who graduate will be eligible to wear the pin designating this qualification. You will be as proud to wear this as we are to present it to you. Standing to my right are your instructors, who you will come to love more and more each day."

"During this course, we leave our rank at the door. You will address us as 'Instructor.' The exception to this rule is the one person here who will be your only friend for the duration of your stay at this school."

All of the instructors were dressed in their khakis except for an individual standing at the entrance to the classroom wearing his dress uniform. "This, gentlemen, is Master Diver Einhellig. He will be happy to meet with you if and when you decide to check out and will make that process simple and quick. You will address him as 'Master Diver!!!'"

Chief Downey then set the tone.

"You, however, are lower than whale shit on the bottom of the ocean and will remain that until graduation. I see among you a lieutenant, an ensign, and," Downey looked in my direction, "a civilian retread. I repeat. You are all whale shit! Look at the person on either side of you. History has shown us that at least one of you will not be sitting here by the end of this course." Downey was right. We had a large class—thirty-two of us on day one. Fourteen would graduate. (Figure 4)

Chief Downey then introduced each instructor, who nodded to us as his name was called. The mood was tense. There were no smiles.

"Instructor Simlich ..."

"Instructor Willis ..."

"Instructor Moon ..."

"This is Instructor Schmidt. As your diving med tech, you may address him as 'Instructor' or 'Doc' Schmidt."

"Finally, this is Instructor Clark. He is an instructor in training and will be even more enthusiastic assisting you with your progress."

"Good God," I thought, "what have I gotten myself into ... and for a second time!" Downey referred to me as a "retread." It had been a year since I sat in this same classroom. Scuba training is the first step that all Navy divers must complete before advancing on to other diving specialties. I had lasted only one week in May 1973, when, during a run, I landed in a rain-filled pothole and hyper extended my knee. It would be two months on crutches and physical therapy, and ten months of training. Now I was back for a second try—prepared but fully aware what was coming next, cringing when Chief Downey proclaimed to the class: "The only easy day was yesterday."

But why would any sane, well-educated engineer, working under the guidance of other sane, even better-educated engineers, venture into a world that by its very nature is filled with risk—and for a second time? Dropping out of dive school forced me to face the awful truth that I was not in control of my future. I returned to my cubicle, set the crutches against the wall, and was handed my next design task. A month after dropping out I completed my graduate work, receiving a Masters degree in mechanical engineering from the University of Connecticut. Yet the disappointment at failing to complete the scuba training far exceeded any satisfaction gained from receiving the degree. I knew right then that my career path would have to eventually include diving for the Navy. I was born to be a field engineer—not tied to a cubicle.

The morning I checked out, the Master Diver said I would be welcomed back, but that I would need to be better prepared and in much better physical condition than what he had observed during my short stay. He didn't know if I was mentally up to the task but would be willing to give me another chance. My office overlooked the Thames River, where I could watch the submarine base dive boat carrying my classmates out into Long Island Sound. It was one of those "take a deep breath" moments, and I swore to make it back. While the projects were interesting, and I liked and respected the people around me, they all questioned my sanity. No one understood what I meant when I tried to explain that diving would help me regain my rapidly disappearing sanity. I was losing sight of the reason I joined the Sound Lab in the first place.

A TEENAGER IN THE 1960s

I had been a typical high school kid, stumbling through my early teenage years listening to Elvis and wearing a James Dean haircut. I liked to tinker with a Model A Ford and was curious about everything that crossed my path. On weekends I would join my family hunting for Indian artifacts. When it finally came time to decide what would be next, I was certain I would become Indiana Jones (long before Steven Spielberg and George Lucas invented their fictional character), and by the end of my junior year I had been accepted to Yale University's anthropology department. While my parents were quite proud of me, there was soon to be a reality check. My dad was a postal worker, and we lived comfortably from payday to payday. They encouraged me to be creative, but I knew that I might have to set somewhat less lofty career goals. I was pretty good in math, and liked mechanical things, so as my senior year progressed an engineer I would become—Indiana Jones would have to explore without me.

Bowing to collegiate peer pressure, I staggered through my early college years (often under the influence of frequent fraternity parties) until once again we all had to face that same question: What's next? Two years of mandatory ROTC immortalized in the 1978 movie Animal House, an all-too-accurate portrayal of 1960s college and fraternity life, convinced me that I wasn't a good candidate for an Army career. I was, however, intrigued by military technology, and that of the Navy's in particular. Raised along the Connecticut shore, being in and around the water was a part of daily life. I lived less than a mile from the homestead of David Bushnell, a local Revolutionary War hero, who invented the world's first submarine used in naval combat. Okay, so to Hell with Indiana Jones! I would become a modern-day David Bushnell. Then I began reading (a risky behavior for those with overactive imaginations) about William Beebe's 1934 descent to 3,028 feet in his bathysphere. Then...