Larry Bond - Dangerous Ground

Jerry started to lean toward her, then quickly pulled back. Hardy’s prohibition still loomed over him. “Ah, where’s Dr. Patterson?” he asked.

Emily nodded toward Hardy’s stateroom. “She’s going over the mission report before we leave.”

As she spoke, the door opened and Patterson stepped out, followed by Hardy. “Mr. Mitchell, please find the XO and tell him I want all officers and chiefs on the pier — and anyone else who wants to say good-bye to our guests.”

Jerry found the XO in the wardroom, talking to the submarine warfare director and the squadron commander. Bair immediately pulled him over. “Admiral Barber, this is Lieutenant Mitchell.”

He couldn’t salute indoors, of course, but Jerry instinctively braced. Some of his anxiety must have made it into his expression, because Barber laughed warmly and offered his hand. ‘‘Relax, Lieutenant.” As Jerry shook it, the admiral said, “It sounds like the aviation community’s loss is our gain. Well done, mister.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad it worked out.”

Barber, still smiling, asked, “Which one: you or the mission?”

“Both, sir.”

“And both appear to have succeeded beyond our expectations. As I said. Mr. Mitchell, I believe the submarine community has gained a valuable member. Expect to be put to use.”

All Jerry could say was, “Yes, sir,” as unformed possibilities ran though his mind. He remembered the Captain’s message and passed it on to the XO. Bair dismissed him after that and Jerry hurried up and onto the pier.

Jerry got topside in time to see the second warhead case being lifted across to the pier. A forklift then placed it into one of the trucks, where it was quickly tied down and covered. As soon as the warheads were loaded, the marines and technicians piled back into their vehicles and the entire convoy drove off, headed for the military terminal at Glasgow Airport.

A car and driver remained for the ladies, and with more room on the pier, Memphis’ crew filed off the deck and waited in the summer twilight.

Emily Davis, followed by an enlisted man with her bags, was first, and crossed the brow to scattered applause. “Are you that happy to see me leaving?” she asked, smiling. She came over and stood with the several of the officers, including Jerry.

The XO came next, just a minute later, carrying a folded seabag. He stopped at the quarterdeck for a moment and Jerry heard the word being passed on the IMC. “Dr. Patterson and Dr. Davis are departing.” A few more sailors hurried off the boat, and Jerry saw that almost every sailor not on watch was on the pier.

It was another few minutes before Captain Hardy appeared, followed by Dr. Patterson, and then two ratings with her luggage and instruments.

Bair didn’t form the crew into ranks. He did call, “Attention on deck” as Hardy stepped onto the pier. The Captain immediately ordered, “At ease,” as he waited for Patterson and then escorted her over to the group.

Hardy said softly, “Gather around,” and the crew formed a semicircle, with the Captain, Bair, and the ladies in the middle.

The Captain was silent for a moment, even after everyone had settled into position. Finally he spoke, and Jerry was amazed to see him smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers that I was not enthusiastic about women aboard Memphis” That got a laugh, and he waited, then continued. “I’m still not convinced it’s a good idea, unless it’s two very special women.”

Jerry could see both Patterson and Davis blushing, even in the darkness, as Hardy continued to speak. “Doctors Patterson and Davis — Joanna and Emily — have shown us that skill, bravery, and dedication are not peculiar to the male sex. They have become such a part of our crew that it will be hard to image Memphis sailing without them. But I think the XO will nonetheless be happy to get his stateroom back.”

“Hear, hear,” shouted Bair enthusiastically.

Hardy nodded to the XO, who opened the seabag he was holding. Bair passed a pair of ball caps and jackets to Hardy, both of which were emblazoned with Memphis’ seal and name. Both ladies quickly put them on as Hardy said, “Although Memphis will soon be decommissioned, I hope you will always think of yourselves as part of her crew.”

Bair then passed two large, flat plaques to the Captain. Hardy held one of them up.

Hardy explained. “The photograph in the middle was taken during the Bluenose ceremony and shows you two ladies during the meal. It’s not the most flattering image, but as far as we’re concerned, beauty runs deep.” He pointed to the area surrounding the photo. “Each member of the crew has signed these. We hope you will remember us with the same warm feeling we will always have for you.”

Jerry was amazed. He didn’t know Hardy had it in him. Both of the ladies were crying as they took and hugged their plaques. The crew applauded and Emily quickly handed her plaque back to Bair, then hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Then she started working on the crew, and everyone in the front row received a public display of affection. He might have imagined it, but Emily seemed to take a little longer with him than Lenny Berg or Master Chief Reynolds. Jerry hoped Hardy’s warning was now moot.

Dr. Patterson, also sniffling, waited for the applause to end and then spoke haltingly. “I am so proud of knowing all of you, of what you’ve done.” She had to stop, then continued, “I will always remember what I’ve learned on this mission, especially about the wonderful people that serve on our submarines.”

She handed her plaque to Bair and then turned to the Captain. Embracing him, she kissed Hardy passionately, deeply, and to Jerry’s surprise, Hardy returned it. In fact, as Jerry watched, he realized Hardy didn’t look too surprised. And as they continued to embrace, Jerry began to wonder if this was the first time they had kissed.

The crew, at first as stunned as Jerry, applauded, and if their kiss had gone on any longer, might have added a few comments, in spite of Hardy’s rank. The applause ended as they separated, but Jerry noticed that they remained close, with Hardy’s arm around Patterson and hers around him.

“We have to go,” Patterson said, “but we’ll be waiting for you when Memphis comes back to New London. And there will be a brass band and some of my friends to meet you.” Jerry didn’t have to wonder who those friends would be.

As the crew applauded again, she turned to Hardy. She spoke softly, but everyone in the front rank heard her. “I’ll see you on the sixteenth, then. I’ll start looking for a place the minute I’m back. Remember, we’ll have to establish residency in the third district.” Hardy nodded reassuringly and said something back, but too softly to be heard.

It took Jerry a minute to process what he had just heard. While he did, Patterson hugged and said good-bye to Bair, Master Chief Reynolds, and many others. She reached Jerry and bussed him heartily on the cheek. “Thank you for everything,” she said happily.

She remembered her plaque and then, with Emily following, headed for the waiting car. The crew was applauding and waving and Jerry wandered over toward the XO. Lieutenant Commander Bair had a strange expression on his face, and Jerry realized he’d been as surprised as everyone else.

“Don’t stare, XO, it isn’t polite,” Jerry said softly, with a hint of revenge.

Bair, without blinking an eyelash, elbowed Jerry in the ribs and replied, “Don’t be a smart ass, Mr. Mitchell. You’re not the Bull Ensign.” Bair had a huge grin on his face.

“Happy news, eh?” said Jerry and Bair nodded. Then, as if rousing himself, Bair turned to the Captain, who was watching the car drive off into the twilight.