So there we were, loafing along at 10,000 feet, nothing between us and… oops, wrong story…Ahem…Back in the mid-late 80s it was always a guessing game as to how many Russian subs were actually IN the Mediterranean at any one time…So we happened to be chasing a Victor III class boat, designated as a Schuka; but we called them “Walkers” because of all the s**t John Walker gave them. Link HERE.
Note- I NEVER saw ‘this’ particular view of one…
Anyhoo… We’re tasked on this guy and had a pretty good idea where he was going to be, so we got out ahead of him and got a pattern in the water and lo and behold there he was. So we’re figuring a quiet 6 hours onstation…
Yeah, right…
Well, we called it in; and the next thing I hear is a pair of VS guys flying S-3s asking if they can get in on the tracking…
So being the nice guys we were, we said SURE, come on over…
Stacked em above us, and once they had a handle, we went high and let the first one have his turn. About a half hour later, his wingman went low and took his turn…
So now we’re the meat in the sandwich between two S-3s and about that time here comes a plummy British voice on the net, to the effect of “Hey mate, you got something and can we come play?”
Sigh… Sure, Nimrod you’re highboy, take your turn and right now you’re number FOUR in the stack!
They come back with something like, “FOUR, Blimey who ELSE is out here?” So I list everybody off, and then we drop back down to take our turn again.
Get the Nimrod integrated into the chase, and cycle off for the first S-3 to jump back in; and ANOTHER damn voice comes on the net…
HHHey, WWWWeee HHHeear YYyou GGGot CCCONTACT, CCCan weeee PPPLlllayyy?
Oh joy, NOW we get a helo that wants in…
Sure Helo, you’re number FIVE in the stack, take highboy, and you’ll get a turn in a bit.
SSSSay WWWHHHAAATTT?
You’re highboy, climb like hell! List who’s there and his altitude assignment and of course the helo guys start bitching…
Get them integrated, the first S-3 cycles off, and it’s the second S-3s turn…
At this point vertically it’s S-3, Nimrod, Helo, P-3 and S-3….
And the helo bubbas are paranoid… They are NOT used to being in the middle of a sandwich with multiple airplanes, much less having jets running around below AND above them…
The second S-3 cycles off, the Nimrod takes over, and the S-3s decide they are low fuel so it’s time to go back to the bird farm…
The Nimrod decides he’s had enough fun, so he cycles off and departs, so the helo FINALLY gets his turn (and calms down)!
He tracks for a bit, then HE decides he’s gotta go back to the small boy, so he departs.
Finally, some peace and quiet… sigh…
We finish out our onstation and turn over to our relief and WE RTB.
Now this is where it gets funny…
See, everybody went to a different location… Birdfarm, small boy, Brit base, US base…
And everybody reported submarine contact… At different times, from different locations…
So there for a while, there was PSH in higher headquarters as to HOWINTHEHELL did FOUR submarines get in the Med, and nobody knew… And then ‘somebody’ finally looked at the positions and times; Oh, just ONE sub…
And WE later got our butts chewed for letting the others play…
So much for being a nice guy!