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<blockquote data-quote="Dundia" data-source="post: 1210730" data-attributes="member: 164"><p>Si Tano, lo había leído en su momento. Lastima que no está mas en línea. Pero justamente al leer ese artículo hace tiempo investigué un poco el tema en la red y las fuentes de USA no daban detalles de las acciones de la Gary. hoy retomando el tema mientras escribía y trataba de recordar el nombre de la Gary encontré esto:</p><p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">Silkworm Nuttin'</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">"Missile inbound, all hands brace for impact!!!" The Executive Officer put that little gem out over the 1MC, the ship wide intercom system. The 1MC was normally the conveyor of when chow was ready, what time it was, when the ships store was open so I could grab a pack of smokes, when a new watch went on duty as well as a whole myriad of other niceties. Today, at just that moment, </span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">it heralded the first act of aggression directly thrown at my ship, my home, me.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">You are f----g kidding me. Ok, my pals in Combat surely were tracking that big lumbering Chinese piece o' crap just as I was thinking that thought. Although we had some of the most sophisticated weapon systems developed for an economy class warship that the lowest bidder could make we had full faith in them, they were all we had. FC2 Shitstain was diligently working the track ball on his fire control terminal, trying to get a lock on the missile so that with the push of a button and a rumbling whoosshh the 15 foot bright white gleaming Standard Surface to Air missile would take flight and travel at over 3 times the speed of sound to its target lumbering somewhere out of Iranian airspace over the waters of the northern Persian Gulf. We were at battle stations and red & free, we were free to shoot and destroy anyone f----g with us. This certainly was considered 'f----g with'. Our esteemed Fire Controlman was unable to get his stubborn radar to get lock on which would have ended this bullsh-t really quick. So our long range weapon wasn't helping, so now it was my babies turn. Our MK 75 76mm (3”) gun had an effective range of about 10 nautical miles at a firing rate of 80 rounds per minute, she worked flawlessly during all of our training exercises and test firings. Never personally saw it shoot down a missile but, heck, the weapons engineers knew what they were doing, right? Only problem here is it required the same guy on the same fire control radar. The 80 rounds were loaded in the vertical magazine and ready to get worked up the chain and out of the barrel towards our little gunner's mate victory, but uuuuh nope, couldn't shoot except manually, not liking those odds too much right about now.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">Now if we were just cruising around solo, that would've been one thing, but on this particular day, in this particular part of this flaming Middle Eastern hot zone, we were providing protection for two of our mobile sea bases, Hercules and Wimbrown,which were an operational platform and local home for the US Special Operations Command, comprised of Navy SEAL's, Army Special Air Command, and a host of others, they were sitting ducks at that moment. The Skipper positioned the Gary in between the sea bases and the incoming missile and turned our stern towards it to give our CIWS (Close in Weapons System) a clear shot at the same time we were popping off chaff and decoys to hopefully throw off the missiles guidance.</span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333"></span></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 13px"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande'"><span style="color: #333333">As we were zigging and zagging at 30+ knots, everyone’s hearts were racing wondering how this was going to end up. If the silkworm finished its path to us and made a direct hit, we would've been obliterated. To be continued...</span></span></span></p><p></p><p>De esta fuente: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AnonymousTheLifeTimesAndStoriesOfAUsNavyWarship">http://www.facebook.com/AnonymousTheLifeTimesAndStoriesOfAUsNavyWarship</a></p><p></p><p>Abrazo.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dundia, post: 1210730, member: 164"] Si Tano, lo había leído en su momento. Lastima que no está mas en línea. Pero justamente al leer ese artículo hace tiempo investigué un poco el tema en la red y las fuentes de USA no daban detalles de las acciones de la Gary. hoy retomando el tema mientras escribía y trataba de recordar el nombre de la Gary encontré esto: [LEFT][SIZE=13px][FONT=lucida grande][COLOR=#333333]Silkworm Nuttin'[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/LEFT] [LEFT][SIZE=13px][FONT=lucida grande][COLOR=#333333]"Missile inbound, all hands brace for impact!!!" The Executive Officer put that little gem out over the 1MC, the ship wide intercom system. The 1MC was normally the conveyor of when chow was ready, what time it was, when the ships store was open so I could grab a pack of smokes, when a new watch went on duty as well as a whole myriad of other niceties. Today, at just that moment, [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/LEFT][LEFT][SIZE=13px][FONT=lucida grande][COLOR=#333333]it heralded the first act of aggression directly thrown at my ship, my home, me. You are f----g kidding me. Ok, my pals in Combat surely were tracking that big lumbering Chinese piece o' crap just as I was thinking that thought. Although we had some of the most sophisticated weapon systems developed for an economy class warship that the lowest bidder could make we had full faith in them, they were all we had. FC2 Shitstain was diligently working the track ball on his fire control terminal, trying to get a lock on the missile so that with the push of a button and a rumbling whoosshh the 15 foot bright white gleaming Standard Surface to Air missile would take flight and travel at over 3 times the speed of sound to its target lumbering somewhere out of Iranian airspace over the waters of the northern Persian Gulf. We were at battle stations and red & free, we were free to shoot and destroy anyone f----g with us. This certainly was considered 'f----g with'. Our esteemed Fire Controlman was unable to get his stubborn radar to get lock on which would have ended this bullsh-t really quick. So our long range weapon wasn't helping, so now it was my babies turn. Our MK 75 76mm (3”) gun had an effective range of about 10 nautical miles at a firing rate of 80 rounds per minute, she worked flawlessly during all of our training exercises and test firings. Never personally saw it shoot down a missile but, heck, the weapons engineers knew what they were doing, right? Only problem here is it required the same guy on the same fire control radar. The 80 rounds were loaded in the vertical magazine and ready to get worked up the chain and out of the barrel towards our little gunner's mate victory, but uuuuh nope, couldn't shoot except manually, not liking those odds too much right about now. Now if we were just cruising around solo, that would've been one thing, but on this particular day, in this particular part of this flaming Middle Eastern hot zone, we were providing protection for two of our mobile sea bases, Hercules and Wimbrown,which were an operational platform and local home for the US Special Operations Command, comprised of Navy SEAL's, Army Special Air Command, and a host of others, they were sitting ducks at that moment. The Skipper positioned the Gary in between the sea bases and the incoming missile and turned our stern towards it to give our CIWS (Close in Weapons System) a clear shot at the same time we were popping off chaff and decoys to hopefully throw off the missiles guidance. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/LEFT] [LEFT][SIZE=13px][FONT=lucida grande][COLOR=#333333]As we were zigging and zagging at 30+ knots, everyone’s hearts were racing wondering how this was going to end up. If the silkworm finished its path to us and made a direct hit, we would've been obliterated. To be continued...[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/LEFT] De esta fuente: [url]http://www.facebook.com/AnonymousTheLifeTimesAndStoriesOfAUsNavyWarship[/url] Abrazo. [/QUOTE]
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