March Anson and Scoot Bailey of the U.S. NavyMcClintock, Marshall
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March Anson and Scoot Bailey of the U.S. Navy
McClintock, Marshall
World War, 1939-1945 -- Juvenile fiction
“It seems like that at first,” Sutherland said. “But after you do it a
few times, you get used to it. Just think—driving a car is pretty
complicated if you’ve never even seen a car before. You’ve got to see
the emergency brakes are on, that transmission’s in neutral, then turn
on ignition, step on electric starter, perhaps choke it a little to
start, then push back choke, step on foot throttle, warm up engine,
release emergency brake, push in clutch, move gearshift lever, let in
clutch, step on throttle, shove in clutch, take foot from throttle,
move gearshift lever in another direction, let in clutch and step on
throttle for a time, then shove in clutch, take foot from throttle,
move gearshift lever, let in clutch, step on throttle again. And all
this time, steer the car where you’re going, watch out for pedestrians,
for traffic lights, for cars behind, for cars on side streets. Why,
there are dozens of things you have to do, but when you’ve driven a car
a little while, most of them are almost automatic.”
“I’d never though of it that way,” Stan said. “But it must take quite a
while of handling a dive to get used to it.”
“Not so long as you think,” Sutherland said, “if you’re any good at
all. If not, you wouldn’t be here. And don’t worry—before you leave
this school you’ll be able to take her down—in three or four different
ways—without worrying about it for a second.”
The executive officer then led them through the rest of the boat,
giving them a quick once-over of the entire ship during their first
trip. Stepping over the high door edges of the bulkhead doors leading
from one compartment to another, March realized that a fat man would
have difficulty getting around on a submarine. He noted how the doors
could be fastened watertight and airtight so that any compartment could
be sealed off from all the others.
They saw the engine room, with its two banks of heavy Diesels, now
quiet and at rest as the ship traveled under water. Stan would have
stayed there for the entire trip, talking to the engineers and looking
over the power plants, but they moved on to the motor room where the
whine of the two electric motors was loud and high-pitched. March knew
that the motors could be switched to act as generators driven by the
Diesels when the ship surfaced, charging the batteries.
The battery room did not hold their attention for long, although the
two banks of huge cells were impressive, but the torpedo room
fascinated them. Here was the real reason for the existence of the
entire ship, which was nothing more than a vehicle to get the deadly
TNT charges into the side of an enemy ship. It was almost the largest
of the rooms they had seen, perhaps seeming so because of the
additional clear space in the middle. There had to be plenty of room to
swing the big torpedoes into position before their tubes.
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