Russian Decepticon

By Rick Martin

On that one fateful day, June 7, 2015, the headlines read Lufthansa Airlines flight number KB101 downed by Ukrainian separatists. This time, a German airliner was en route from Stockholm, Sweden, to Ankara, Turkey. That is when the Russian separatists, using ground-to-air Russian missiles, targeted her. Bad boys with big (Russian) toys can be dangerous. In this case, several satellite-based weather systems were tracking flight KB101 when three missile tracks from separatist-held Ukraine zeroed in on her. Germany started to roll tanks into Ukraine.

All this really pissed off the kings men running the Kremlin. So somehow, somewhere, somebody ordered the super-secret Reeba submarine to launch a warning shot across the bow of America. Reeba was ordered to sneak out of her sunken hideaway near the Fort Lauderdale inlet and launch a nuclear-tipped cruise missile off the coast of Washington, DC, and that is where my involvement began.

This Reeba plan was brilliant, thought Ivan in 2007. Make sure they do not rediscover their balls. But a little nuclear explosion in view of the White House, where nobody died? This was perfect. This was not treason. This would get those goddamn German tanks out of Ukraine!

So Ivan pulled the trigger on Reeba. Within twenty-four hours, Reeba had crewed up, leaving only Polina and those married couples with children. They would continue to live as sleeper cells, gathering intelligence. Polina could drive that speedboat and detonate the nuclear device planted near the Fort Lauderdale inlet, if hot war started. Captain Nikolay of the Reeba was put on wartime alert. This was no drill!

Reebas crew dropped the hull panel to release Reeba on the inland side of the tanker 600 feet below the ocean surface, next to Fort Lauderdale. The Virginia class sonar systems heard a wide range of electromagnetic signals in addition to the audible sound frequencies of a torpedo tube hatch opening. Thus, the electronics aboard Reeba suddenly came to life. We had a target location already in the computer. We fired two MK48 torpedoes. One targeted the bubble from the missile; it broke the oceans surface and exploded. This explosion damaged the guidance system in the cruise missile. And so as this cruise missile flew, it now started going through other embedded targets all over Americaincluding Chicago; New York; Washington, DC; and Houston, Texas. The erratic motions of the cruise missile became world news very quickly.

It was not the Kremlins idea to kill American women and children with US Navy antimissile defense systems. But thats what happened. In fact, we learned later that the missiles incoming threat detection system was to trigger the nuke harmlessly a hundred miles off the East Coast if it was not going to reach ground zero on the Washington, DC, shoreline. The best-laid plans of mice and men can backfire when reckless leaders play with weapons of mass destruction.

Apparently, Reeba had ten knots over our top speed, and of course, there was the entire Atlantic Ocean to hide in. I had a target resolution on Reeba for her four-thousand-mile cross ocean voyage. I shared my target resolution of coordinates, depth, speed, and direction with every US Navy vessel in the Atlantic Ocean.

The sonar exec was caught (accidentally) talking to the control room. They launched a fish at us. It is honing in at high speed. We are a sitting duck. If that is an ASTOR-type nuclear torpedo, then all of us within ten miles will be vaporized or vibrated to death. God be with us all! Its time to pray!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Feb 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781490778365

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RUSSIAN

DECEPTICON

RICK MARTIN

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Copyright 2017 Rick Martin.

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Contents

Chapter 1 Boyhood Dreams

Chapter 2 Submarine Schooling

Chapter 3 High Point of My Life

Chapter 4 -2015-

Chapter 5 Hindsight

Chapter 6 Russian Deception-Building Reeba

Chapter 7 Voyage Preparations and Shore Duty

Chapter 8 Action

Chapter 9 Blind Nuclear Missile

Chapter 10 Hot Pursuit

Chapter 11 Chinese Heaven

Chapter 12 Epitaph – Private Luxury Yacht Destroyed

Chapter 13 Captain Nikolay

Chapter 14 Epilogue—The Second Cold War

Chapter 15 Nikolay’s Bad Dream of World War III

Exhibits

Map Of The Mediterranean Sea To Moscow, Russia

Tomahawk Missile Variants

Flight Path Of Doomed Lufthansa Flight Kb 101

Nato Member Countries

Doomed Malaysia Airlines Flight Mh17

Distance Between Ukraine And Cyprus

Putin’s Holiday Gift December 2014

Russia And U.S. Nuclear Weapons Rivalry Feared

Battle Of The Submarines

Reeba’s Dining Room

Soviet submarine K-324

Houston To Fort Lauderdale

Fort Lauderdale To New York

Us Patent Publication For Sequestering Emissions From Engines

Deep Submergence Rescue Vehicle (Dsrv)

Awois Wrecks Off America’s Coasts

Fort Lauderdale Coastline

Noaa Bathymetric Survey

Radar Chaos

Shanghai Travel Map

Seven Seas - $200 Million Toy

Appendix

Appendix A PUTIN’s Russia is a poor, drunk soccer hooligan

Appendix B The Russian Navy

Appendix C This is the ‘most shadowy’ part of Russia’s navy - and it is rightfully giving NATO planners pause

An island is a

body of land

surrounded by submarines

(hopefully yours).

Chapter One

BOYHOOD DREAMS

I t was an unseasonably warm spring day in Groton, Connecticut when I walked across the bow to take command of the nuclear powered submarine, USS Brooklyn (SSN-777). This moment was the culmination of many years of study, hard work, dedication and no small amount of luck.

As I took my seat on the submarine’s small deck, my mind wandered back to my father and my grandfather, both Navy men. My grandfather lost his father when he was just fourteen. As the man of the family he had to quit school and find work to support his mother and four siblings. So my grandfather jointed the Navy just after the end of World War I. He must have found a second family in the Navy since somewhere along the line he decided to make it a career. He spent World War II on a series of destroyers in the Pacific. His luck finally ran out when his ship was hit by a Japanese kamikaze in the waning days of that war. He left a young widow and a small son.

In the last year of WWII kamikaze pilots sank fifty U.S. Navy ships and took hundreds more out of service. A kamikaze plane is essentially the forerunner of today’s cruise missile. It was a flying bomb guided by an intelligent guidance system that could evade enemy fire by changing course before hitting its target. Thousands of U.S. sailors were killed at the hands of a few hundred Japanese pilots. A minor financial loss to Japan of a few hundred easily replaceable mass produced planes took out billions of dollars of American Navy ships which would take years to replace.

Today’s South China Sea tensions can be viewed from this kamikaze history. China has stationed thousands of intelligent cruise missiles on land, at sea and on sand dunes projecting 1000 miles from her coast. Potentially one ten million dollar cruise missile travelling at 2000 mph can take out a one billion dollar destroyer or a twelve billion dollar aircraft carrier. That cruise missile does not sacrifice a single pilot, unlike the relatively slow moving kamikaze plane. The next generation hypersonic cruise missiles travel at 6000 mph. China, Russia and America are testing these ship killers now. Currently no nation has the slightest idea how to defend against such a weapon. Surface warships will soon be obsolete. That leaves submarines to defend our island nation.

My grandmother never remarried. After the war she returned to her small home town on Long Island. With grit and determination she worked hard to provide for herself and her son, but it was always a struggle. My grandmother had a healthy respect for the value of a good education, along with a mighty determination that her son would have that opportunity to get one. She nurtured the idea that the United States Naval Academy would be a fine place to attend college, and my dad agreed. He graduated from the Naval Academy in 1968, and began a career in the Navy in the prestigious SEAL community. My father met an untimely end from a sniper’s bullet during a special operation in some unknown corner of the world. He, too, left a young widow and a small son, a seventh grader.

My mother and I lived in the same small town as my grandmother. From those two brave women, I learned to understand how precious our liberties are, and that they must be protected in order to thrive. When I reached the end of high school, I knew that it was my turn to step up, so I applied to the Naval Academy, where I decided to major in physics. My fascination with science seemed a natural tie-in to submarine service, and so my career began.

I saw my wife and two young sons in the crowd. I knew that I must carry out my mission to protect and defend the United States of America so that they would know the same liberties that previous generations had fought and died for.

I sat on the deck of the USS Brooklyn. I reached this milestone as a result of untold hours of hard work, but I was also blessed with the good fortune to work with some of the best sailors in the world. Any success that I had achieved must also be shared with them.

I glanced over at the crew of the Brooklyn, a group of very smart men, well-trained, dedicated, and fully capable of meeting any challenge that came our way. Where would the next three years bring us? What challenges would we face together? My name is Captain Minard.

Retired Navy Captain of a nuclear powered submarine, J.J. Mackin, was the technical advisor for this book. The above autobiography of fictional Captain Minard is based on facts.

Chapter Two

SUBMARINE SCHOOLING

T he Naval Academy, up until 1964, did not issue a college degree. It issued a military science diploma which, in effect, was a Warrior Creed diploma. When I graduated in 1998, things had changed. There were women. There was a choice of college majors ranging from computer science to history. Of course, the physical training was as intense as ever. I majored in physics, and right after graduating the Naval Academy went to Nuclear Power School in Orlando, Florida and then on to prototype training in Charleston, South Carolina. I had to practically memorize about six feet of nuclear manuals. Six hours of sleep became a dream. Often, it was less. I also had to complete a course at the Naval Submarine School in Groton, Connecticut.

We had to be self-reliant and be prepared for any material problem. That ranged from equipment malfunction to a fishing net ensnarled on a propeller and making noise that would have us detected by our adversaries. Additionally, every step to dive and surface a submarine was committed to memory, all weapons systems and backup systems had to become reflex actions. Finally, every potential enemy threat from a mine to an incoming torpedo had to be mind-gamed. He who kept his mind above the game, watching the biggest picture, lived another day.

On top of all that, there is always navigation, sonar, weather, tides, traffic, and depth contours to deal with. Oddly enough, thinking about intelligence failures becomes a little known aspect of commanding a nuclear submarine.

For example by 2016 China had about 750 warships focused only her coast and her historic domain of the South China Sea. Of the 750 warships about 70 were submarines. Some of these were Russian Kilo Class very quiet