Fun deployment story about LCS-1. We were on top of some bubbas in a motorboat full of bam bam, and we call for endgame. We have 3 hours left on station, and get a call back that our endgame is 65 miles away. The entire crew lets out a groan, since most of the FFGs in the area move at a stately pace of about 10 knots, 5 hours at a time before they break down. That would only make this like the eleventybillionth time in the past month where we've seen smugglers, but haven't been able to do anything about it, which means we will stay onstation as long as we can, and then go home emptyhanded after an 11 hour flight. Fucking sweet.
Our controlling agency calls back with "Endgame will be on station in 1.5 hours with a helo." Sure. They'll do 40 knots the whole time and get there before we check offstation or these guys make it somewhere we can't get them....riiight.
Long story short, they hauled ass, showed up on time shooting a wake you could see from 15 miles away, and caught the bad guys with a metric shit ton of blow, to boot. Pretty neat little billion dollar cigarette boat.
Our controlling agency calls back with "Endgame will be on station in 1.5 hours with a helo." Sure. They'll do 40 knots the whole time and get there before we check offstation or these guys make it somewhere we can't get them....riiight.
Long story short, they hauled ass, showed up on time shooting a wake you could see from 15 miles away, and caught the bad guys with a metric shit ton of blow, to boot. Pretty neat little billion dollar cigarette boat.