Harry Turtledove - Breakthroughs

Klaxons hooted the call to battle stations. George Enos sprinted along the deck of the USS Ericsson toward the one-pounder gun near the stern. The destroyer was rolling and pitching in the heavy swells of an Atlantic winter storm. Freezing rain made the metal deck slick as a Boston Common ice-skating rink.

Enos ran as confidently as a mountain goat bounding from crag to crag. Ice and heavy seas were second nature to him. Before the war sucked him into the Navy, hed put to sea in fishing boats from Bostons T Wharf at every season of the year, and gone through worse weather in craft a lot smaller than this one. The thick peacoat was warmer than a civilian slicker, too.

Petty Officer Carl Sturtevant and most of his crew were already at the depth-charge launcher near the one-pounder. The other sailors came rushing up only moments after Enos took his place at the antiaircraft gun.

He stared every which way, though with the weather so bad he would have been hard pressed to spot an aeroplane before it crashed on the Ericsson s deck. A frigid gust of wind tried to yank off his cap. He grabbed it and jammed it back in place. Navy barbers kept his brown hair trimmed too close for it to hold in any heat on its own.

Whats up? he shouted to Sturtevant through the wind. Somebody spot a periscope, or think he did? British, French, and Confederate submersibles all prowled the Atlantic. For that matter, so did U.S. and German boats. If a friendly skipper made a mistake and launched a spread of fish at the Ericsson, her crew would be in just as much trouble as if the Rebs or limeys had attacked.

Dont know. The petty officer scratched at his dark Kaiser Bill mustache. Shit, you expect em to go and tell us stuff? All I know is, I heard the hooter and I ran like hell. He scratched his mustache again. Long as were standing next to each other, George, happy New Year.

Same to you, Enos answered in surprised tones. It is today, isnt it? I hadnt even thought about it, but youre right. Back when this damn war started, who would have thought itd last into 1917?

Not me, Ill tell you that, Sturtevant said.

Me, neither, George Enos said. I sailed into Boston harbor with a hold full of haddock the day the Austrian grand duke got himself blown up in Sarajevo. I figured the fight would be short and sweet, same as everybody else.

Yeah, so did I, Sturtevant said. Didnt quite work out that way, though. The Kaisers boys didnt make it into Paris, we didnt make it into Toronto, and the goddamn Rebs did make it into Washington, and almost into Philadelphia. Nothin comes easy, not in this fight.

Aint it the truth? Enos agreed fervently. I was in river monitors on the Mississippi and the Cumberland. I know how tough its been.

The snapping-turtle fleet, Sturtevant said with the good-natured scorn sailors of the oceanic Navy reserved for their inland counterparts. Having served in both branches, George knew the scorn was unjustified. He also knew he had no chance of convincing anyone who hadnt served in a river monitor that that was so.

Lieutenant Armstrong Crowder came toward the stern, a pocket watch in one hand, a clipboard with some increasingly soggy papers in the other. Seeing him thus made Enos relax inside, though he did not ease his vigilant posture. Lieutenant Crowder took notes or checked boxes or did whatever he was supposed to do with those papers.

After he was done writing, he said, Men, you may stand easy. This was only an exercise. Had the forces of the Entente been foolish enough to try our mettle, I have no doubt we would have sunk them or driven them off.

He set an affectionate hand on the depth-charge launcher. It was a new gadget; until a few months before, ashcans had been launched by rolling them off the stern. Crowder loved new gadgets, and depth charges from this one actually had crippled a Confederate submarine. With a fishermans ingrained pessimism, George Enos thought that going from one crippled boat to a sure sinking was a long leap of faith.

Eventually, Lieutenant Crowder shut up and went away. Carl Sturtevant rolled his eyes. He had even less faith in gadgets than Enos did. If that first torpedo nails us, he said, odds are were nothing but a whole raft of The Navy Department regrets telegrams waiting to happen.

Oh, yeah. George nodded. The all-clear sounded. He didnt leave the one-pounder right away even so. As long as he had reason to be here by the rail, he aimed to take a good long look at as much of the Atlantic as he could. Just because the call to battle stations had been a drill did not mean no enemy submarines lurked out there looking for a target.

Quite a few sailors lingered by the rail, despite the rain and sleet riding the wind. Dont know why Im bothering, Carl Sturtevant said. Half the Royal Navy could sail by within a quarter-mile of us and wed never be the wiser.

Yeah, Enos said again. Well, this makes it harder for the submersibles to spot us, too.

I keep telling myself that, the petty officer answered. Sometimes it makes me feel better, sometimes it doesnt. What it puts me in mind of is playing blindmans buff where everybodys got a blindfold on and everybodys carrying a six-shooter. A game like that gets scary in a hurry.

Cant say youre wrong, Enos replied, riding the deck shifting under his feet with automatic ease. He was a good sailor with a strong stomach, which got him respect from his shipmates even though, unlike so many of them, he wasnt a career Navy man. Could be worse, though-we could be running guns into Ireland again, or playing hide-and-seek with the limeys around the icebergs way up north.

Youre right-both of those would be worse, Sturtevant agreed. Sooner or later, we will cut that sea bridge between England and Canada, and then the Canucks will be in the soup.

Sooner or later, George echoed mournfully. Before the war, the plan had been for the German High Seas Fleet to break out of the North Sea and rendezvous with the U.S. Atlantic Fleet, smashing the Royal Navy between them. But the Royal Navy had had plans of its own, and only the couple of squadrons of the High Seas Fleet actually on the high seas when war broke out were fighting alongside their American allies. Sooner or later, Enos went on, Ill get some leave and see my wife and kids again, too, but Im not holding my breath there, either. Christ, George, Jr., turns seven this year.

Its hard, Sturtevant said with a sigh that made a young fogbank grow in front of his face. He peered out at the ocean again, then shook his head. Hellfire, Im only wasting my time and trying to fool myself into thinking Ill be able to spot anything anyhow.

That was probably true. George shook his head. No, that was almost certainly true. It didnt keep him from staring at the sea till his eyelashes started icing up. If he saw a periscope-

At last, he concluded he wasnt going to see a periscope, not even if a dozen of them were out there. Reluctantly, he headed back toward the bulkhead from which hed been chipping paint. One big difference hed discovered between the Navy and a fishing boat was that you had to look busy all the time in the Navy, regardless of whether you were.

Smoke poured from the Ericsson s four stacks. No one had ever claimed beauty for the destroyers design. There were good and cogent reasons why no one had ever claimed beauty for it. Some people did claim she looked like a French warship, a claim that would have been vicious enough to start barroom brawls during shore leave if it hadnt held such a large measure of truth.

Enos picked up the chisel hed set down when the exercise began. He went back to work-chip, chip, chip. He spotted no rust under the paint he was removing, only bright metal. That meant his work was essentially wasted effort, but hed had no way of knowing as much in advance. He went right on chipping. He couldnt get in trouble for doing as he was told.