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On dealing with (stupid) officers,
[or how the CO taught one man a lesson].
The modern submarine is called upon to visit many of the oceans of the
world and to execute a variety of duties therein. The crew, competent to
a man, are skilled in dealing with a wide variety of events and
emergencies which may overtake the modern boat; even the errors made by
officers. HM Submarine Troutbridge was returning to her dock following a
successful series of test dives after a period of time in the hands of
the dockyard fitter; a cruise more to remind the crew just which piece
of new kit did what and under what circumstances, as well as to restore
confidence in that which had been fitted and still was. Down to the
very limit of her depth did she sink, up to the surface for a breather
and down to the cold depths again for more tests. By this time even the
crew were in need of a good break, and the officers were looking forward
to a dining-in night. With hitherto unheard-of accuracy, the boat
surfaced a few feet from her designated position in order to tie up.
The crew were all ready to open the hatches and heave the lines to
secure the boat in the approved position, and a couple of the ASDIC team
were ready at the accommodation hatch forward in the boat. Anticipaion
of the evening's delights made the crew eager to get on and get out.
Other men were similarly poised at the aft hatch, when the command to
open the hatches was given. Eager hands gripped the handles to release
the forward hatch, but it would not budge. Manfully, strong arms were
applied in increasing force, but still no movement from the recalcitrant
handles. The order was given to use hammers, and a couple of brawny crew
wielded then with a will; but still they remained stuck.
Enquiries were voiced as to the identity of the twerp responsible for
such a state, and whilst the sweating group of sailors awaited the reply
and further orders, questions were asked of all who were likely to have
had access to the hatch. After some discussion and amid dark mutterings
of faulty designs, stupidity, sabotage and so forth, the culprit was
discovered in the form of the ASDIC Officer whose duties included the
supervision of the Sonar equipment. It transpired that whilst dived
deep, he had noticed that the latches appeared insecure, and had taken
up the slack on his way aft to attend to his duties. Since the water
pressure at these depths can often be measured in tons per square inch,
the seals on the hatch were naturally under some compression; a force
maintained by the expanding seal at shallower depths. With less water
pressure, the seals exerted enough force to make movement of the latches
impossible. There was nothing else for it but to go back out, dive to a
suitable depth and ease the compressed latch handles.
If a submarine could be said to have a red face, Troutbridge did as she
slid with as much dignity as possible under the waves and out to the
open sea. Orders were crisply given and promptly obeyed, but there was a
marked atmosphere in the several messes and even the wardroom as the
boat headed for the open sea. Some time later, she dived to a suitable
depth and the handles were duly eased. It was not long then, when in
what was fervently hoped would be a smarter manner, Troutbridge again
approached her dock. The skipper instructed the ASDIC Officer to open
the hatch personally, and unbeknown to him, had issued further
instructions to adjacent crew to vacate the immediate vicinity. With a
slight increase in air pressure in the boat, and at a depth of a foot or
two, the order was given to open the forward hatch. The handles moved
easily, and as the hatch swung open, several cubic meters of very cold
seawater descended upon the unsuspecting head of the ASDIC Officer, and
soaked the mess below.
As he disappeared around the bend in the road to his flat, the chief
ASDIC operator pondered upon the nature of justice, and even pitied his
boss cleaning up the mess, dry his uniform and then attend a dining-in;
with the Admiral in attendance with his Lady.
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as told to:- G8UYZ
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