Tuesday, 15 March 2005
Assembly Building Submarine Yard, Electric Boat Division Groton, Connecticut 1553 hours EST
"You're aware, of course, Commander, that I am completelyopposed to this...this tax-dollar-guzzling hole in the water?"
Tom Garrett glanced at the man beside him, wondering if Blakeslee was deliberately trying to push his buttons, or if it simply was the man's acid attitude. How, he wondered, could such an unpleasant man be a successful politician? Damn this asinine babysitting duty, anyway. There were better uses of a boat captain's time.
The two of them were walking through the mammothassembly building above the New Groton ways, Garrett in his blue uniform with its three bright gold stripes like rings at the ends of his jacket's cuffs, Congressman Blakeslee in a conservative gray suit. Both men, however, as per shipyard regulations, wore bright yellow construction helmets against the possibility of tools or other deadly objects dropping fromoverhead. Above them, like a huge tapered cigar, thepressure hull of the submarine yard's premier constructionproject hung suspended from overheadcranes.
"Oh, yes, Congressman," he replied with as easy asmile as he could muster. He had to speak loudly to beheard above the whine of machinery, the sharp clangand clatter of metal on metal. "I've been well briefed."
"I damn well imagine you have." John Blakeslee,the honorable representative of the twenty-third Districtof his state, placed his hands on his hips andstared up at the smooth and gently rounded cliff ofmetal hanging above them. The flare of an arc welderdazzled and sparked just above the shroud maskingthe eight-bladed screw at the cigar shape's aft tip. "TheCold War is over," he said after a moment more. "Wedon't need these monsters any longer. The tax dollarsare better spent elsewhere."
It must be tough, Garrett thought with a suppressedsmile, to be a member of both the House ArmedServices and Appropriations Committee and the CongressionalMilitary Appropriations Oversight Committee.Blakeslee's double-barreled quals made him anextraordinarily powerful figure within the governmentbut must also leave him a bit scattered in his job focusat times.
"With respect, sir," Garrett said carefully, "that'snot an opinion shared by everyone on your appropriationscommittee." And thank God for that, he added,keeping the thought well concealed.
"What are you talking about, Captain? The ColdWar was over when the Berlin Wall came down."
"I didn't mean that, sir," Garrett replied. "I meantabout not needing these beasts or the money being betterused elsewhere. The Virginia is going to pull herown weight, believe me."
"Oh, really? And I say it's about time we found thatpeace dividend everyone's been talking about for thepast sixteen years! Submarines are damned expensivetoys, Captain, and they're toys we can now do without."
Garrett had heard the sentiment before, had arguedagainst it more than once.
"Congressman, the peace dividend wasn't leftovermoney in the national budget. It was forty-some yearsof peace."
"Indeed?" Blakeslee snorted. "Our veterans of Vietnam,Korea, and the Gulf Wars would be most interestedin that sentiment."
The man, Garrett decided, was definitely testinghim, pushing him to get a reaction. No man could bethat obtuse, even if he was a politician.
"Peace between us and the other superpowers, Congressman.Somehow we made it through the fifties, thesixties, the seventies, the eighties...and not once dideither side in the Cold War fire a nuclear missile. Notonce was an American -- or Russian -- city incinerated.We fought wars, yes, sir -- Korea, Vietnam -- but wewere never in a...
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