into space. After a moment Leakham said, âOkay, Iâm ready to share on tactics.â
âShare?â Hwang repeated. âNot sure what you mean, Captain. I mean, Commodore. We use the standard tactics. Out of ATP 28.â
âI mean some things we came up with out of JIMPAC.â The joint U.S.-Japanese exercises a few months before. âI was in Sasebo for the hot washup, and it really opened my eyes. Some new ideas the Japs are coming up with. Special shallow-water tacticsââ
âWe know the Eastern Sea,â Hwang said, and Dan saw that yes, despite the courteous tone he was annoyed. âWe know what tactics work there. Itâs just a matter of adjusting to environmental conditions, sea state and so on. And guessing the intent of the enemy, of course.â
âIn this case, the Red side,â Shappell put in.
âNo, you need to think outside that box,â Leakham said, reeling a little as he sat. Sweat ran down his face as he drained his beer. âYou know Kasugata? Admiral Kasugata? The Japs are putting a lot of study into this. Getting really smart on it. Heâs got a new way to use towed arrays in shallow water. A hunting matrix, he calls it. Hereâs how they work.â
He searched around for paper. But Jung said coldly, âI donât really care what Kasugata thinks. We know our seas better than any of the Japanese.â
Dan remembered how much the Koreans hated the Japanese, whoâd behaved with appalling brutality during the occupation. Obviously Leakham either didnât know or didnât care. Shappell was shifting on his cushion. He tried to break in, but Leakham interrupted. âThereâs never a point where you say, you know it all, Commodore. You go by ATP 28, youâre back in the seventies as far as tactics go.â
âWe know our seas,â Jung repeated stubbornly.
Leakham beamed, patting the air like a used-car salesman tryingto close a stubborn customer. Sweat dripped from his chin. âHey, thatâs why
weâre
here, Commodore. Weâll work with you, no problem. Get you some help, get you up on the step hereââ
Jung said nothing; his eyes were slits. His chief of staff leaned forward and tapped a finger on lacquered wood. âThat is not the point of this exercise, Commodore.
Youâre
here to learn from
us
. Our expertise, in our home waters. Who caught the Sang-o yesterday, after all? We did.â
âOh, like hell, man,â Leakham blustered, a man-to-man tone that might have worked in a stateside golf club. âLetâs not bullshit each other, okay? The USNâs always been number one at this game. And the Japanese, theyâre a close second. That piece of junk broached and self-destructed. You guys had no idea she was there until she popped up. And
then
you let âem scuttle.â He glanced at Dan. âRight, Lenson? You were there, yes-no? Didnât I hear you went down to the wreck?â
Jung was struggling to his feet, scowling. Dan caught Owensâs glance of alarm. Yet she was sitting still, saying absolutely nothingâ¦. He realized why. She couldnât step into this; being rescued by a woman would lose Jung even more face.
He cleared his throat and said, âYouâre wrong, Commodore.â
Leakham froze. âHuh?â
ââand youâre right. Just as you, Commodoreââhe turned to Jungââare right, but also mistaken. Weâre doing SATYRE 17 to learn from each other, and bring new ideas to the table. No one country has a monopoly on seamanship. Neither the heroic Korean Navy nor the equally brave U.S. Navy.â
Hwang put a hand on his bossâs shoulder. Said something rapidly and low in his ear. Jung grunted, swayed, at last sank to his cushion again. But Dan caught Leakhamâs glare. He hoped he hadnât made himself an enemy.
The silence was interrupted by a thin wail that began outside the