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quills. Their written orders said only that they were to report to the "USS Classified."
It was the spooks' job to monitor the enemy, to bring home the intelligence, to give warning if a sub was detected by Soviet ships and coastal installations that were starting to scan the oceans with radar and sonar. Soviet patrol boats had already given chase after several U.S. subs. These were, after all, the years leading up to the Cuban Missile Crisis. It was a time when the Soviet propaganda machine found fodder even in the fairy tale "Hansel and Gretel," churning out a version in which the children of hardworking collective farmers were enslaved by a fat capitalist in a plutocratic residence in the evil West. And Soviet "pen pals" were writing Americans with offers to exchange pictures of "beautiful cathedrals" for scenes of North American coastlines-perhaps including ports and harbors. As the men of the Gudgeon prepared to embark, few of them doubted that they were fighters in an undeclared war. Several American spy planes had been shot down, and Gudgeon's crew could only guess what the Soviets would do if they ever cornered an American submarine.
Gudgeon was one of the Navy's newest subs, one of the first diesel boats designed from the start with a snorkel and electronic eavesdropping equipment. From its fabled old shipyard in Groton, Connecticut, Electric Boat Company had already finished the Navy's first two nuclear-powered subs, the USS Nautilus (SSN-571) and the USS Seawolf (.SSN- 575), but Hyman Rickover, now an admiral, wasn't at all sure that he wanted to send his boats directly into the path of the Soviet Navy. He easily wielded enough power to keep them home.
Rickover was already a master at power politics. Born in the Jewish pale of Makow, Poland, about 50 miles north of Warsaw, his family used congressional connections to get him into the Naval Academy. When he first began working on early experiments with nuclear power, he pushed the Navy to begin building nuclear subs by first getting himself appointed to a top staff job at the Atomic Energy Commission. He was so brash that the Navy twice denied him a promotion to rear admiral, but Rickover called upon a friend in Congress and got that as well.
Now he was employing his nuclear subs as public relations starsthe Navy budget seemed to get another boost every time another congressman got a nuclear-propelled ride. Indeed, Nautilus was preparing for the ultimate in showmanship: the Navy was trying to mark her as the first submarine to slip under the Arctic ice and reach the North Pole.
So it was the diesels that were doing all of the spying work, Gudgeon among them as she steamed north toward Vladivostok, the Soviets' largest naval base in the Pacific. She neared her station for this special operation, or "spec op," in early August, carrying three or four spooks, some already hard at work listening for any signs that their approach had been detected.
Extra eavesdropping equipment was crammed wherever it could fit. One communications tech, trained in Russian, scanned ship-to-shore transmissions for any Soviet cries of "submarine spotted." Another spook began working the electronic countermeasures, listening for radar sweeps that could pick up Gudgeon and signal her need to dive. If he could, he would record a blast of that radar so that U.S. intelligence could look for ways to lain Soviet radar sweeps in the future. A sonar specialist stood ready to help record the "sound signatures" of any passing Soviet subs and ships. Those unique fingerprints of propeller and machinery noises might later help U.S. forces identify Soviet ships and subs at sea.
As always, what the spooks would ultimately collect had as much to do with luck as skill. There was no way to predict how the mission would unfold.
Bessac didn't allow his sub to linger long before he gave the orders that sent her creeping up to the 12-mile territorial limit claimed by the Soviets, then just inside. His orders
It was the spooks' job to monitor the enemy, to bring home the intelligence, to give warning if a sub was detected by Soviet ships and coastal installations that were starting to scan the oceans with radar and sonar. Soviet patrol boats had already given chase after several U.S. subs. These were, after all, the years leading up to the Cuban Missile Crisis. It was a time when the Soviet propaganda machine found fodder even in the fairy tale "Hansel and Gretel," churning out a version in which the children of hardworking collective farmers were enslaved by a fat capitalist in a plutocratic residence in the evil West. And Soviet "pen pals" were writing Americans with offers to exchange pictures of "beautiful cathedrals" for scenes of North American coastlines-perhaps including ports and harbors. As the men of the Gudgeon prepared to embark, few of them doubted that they were fighters in an undeclared war. Several American spy planes had been shot down, and Gudgeon's crew could only guess what the Soviets would do if they ever cornered an American submarine.
Gudgeon was one of the Navy's newest subs, one of the first diesel boats designed from the start with a snorkel and electronic eavesdropping equipment. From its fabled old shipyard in Groton, Connecticut, Electric Boat Company had already finished the Navy's first two nuclear-powered subs, the USS Nautilus (SSN-571) and the USS Seawolf (.SSN- 575), but Hyman Rickover, now an admiral, wasn't at all sure that he wanted to send his boats directly into the path of the Soviet Navy. He easily wielded enough power to keep them home.
Rickover was already a master at power politics. Born in the Jewish pale of Makow, Poland, about 50 miles north of Warsaw, his family used congressional connections to get him into the Naval Academy. When he first began working on early experiments with nuclear power, he pushed the Navy to begin building nuclear subs by first getting himself appointed to a top staff job at the Atomic Energy Commission. He was so brash that the Navy twice denied him a promotion to rear admiral, but Rickover called upon a friend in Congress and got that as well.
Now he was employing his nuclear subs as public relations starsthe Navy budget seemed to get another boost every time another congressman got a nuclear-propelled ride. Indeed, Nautilus was preparing for the ultimate in showmanship: the Navy was trying to mark her as the first submarine to slip under the Arctic ice and reach the North Pole.
So it was the diesels that were doing all of the spying work, Gudgeon among them as she steamed north toward Vladivostok, the Soviets' largest naval base in the Pacific. She neared her station for this special operation, or "spec op," in early August, carrying three or four spooks, some already hard at work listening for any signs that their approach had been detected.
Extra eavesdropping equipment was crammed wherever it could fit. One communications tech, trained in Russian, scanned ship-to-shore transmissions for any Soviet cries of "submarine spotted." Another spook began working the electronic countermeasures, listening for radar sweeps that could pick up Gudgeon and signal her need to dive. If he could, he would record a blast of that radar so that U.S. intelligence could look for ways to lain Soviet radar sweeps in the future. A sonar specialist stood ready to help record the "sound signatures" of any passing Soviet subs and ships. Those unique fingerprints of propeller and machinery noises might later help U.S. forces identify Soviet ships and subs at sea.
As always, what the spooks would ultimately collect had as much to do with luck as skill. There was no way to predict how the mission would unfold.
Bessac didn't allow his sub to linger long before he gave the orders that sent her creeping up to the 12-mile territorial limit claimed by the Soviets, then just inside. His orders
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