While escorting supertankers in and out of the Persian Gulf, the crew of the USS Wadsworth is called upon to rescue a stricken naval vessel. Setting sail without the ship’s officers, Ted Lawson becomes the ship’s reluctant de facto commander. With the support of a seasoned crew, Ted must make one command decision after another as the tiny warship takes on the Iranian Air Force and Navy.
Adventurer, traveler, baseball fan, and dealer of death and destruction, Tom Lohr spent twenty-four years in the United States Navy as technician and operator for surface-to-air and cruise missile systems. Serving mainly on guided-missile destroyers and frigates, he survived several tours patrolling the Persian Gulf, including a stint during the Iran–Iraq War.
It’s like sailing on a mirror, Commander William Preston III thought, leaning back in the captain’s starboard bridgewing chair, his feet propped up on the railing as he enjoyed forty-five minutes to himself before a Port of Manama security briefing. He would have to remember to hunt up some new leather dockside boat shoes in Bahrain; his were on the verge of becoming unserviceable. One of the small luxuries of being the captain was being able to set the uniform standards as he liked. In the boiling inferno, he allowed the crew to cut off and hem their uniform pants to create pseudo-shorts, and to wear only tee shirts to keep from burning alive. Because of the inherent hazards of shipboard life, he did not allow the 200 Wadsworth crew members to give up wearing the required steel-toed safety shoes affectionately known as boondockers. He, as captain, could wear a skirt if he desired, but the only personal luxury he allowed himself in the realm of uniform differentiation was wearing topsiders just like the ones he had worn all his life when sailing.
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