‘Sir； 3rd SOG was always short of officers。 They kept getting shot up。 I was the group operations officer for two months； and we all knew how to plan insertions。 We had to； that was the most dangerous part of most missions。 Don‘t take this wrong； sir； but even enlisted men know how to think。‘
Maxwell bristled a little。 ‘I never said they didn‘t。‘
Kelly managed a grin。 ‘Not all officers are as enlightened as you are； sir。‘ He looked back down at the map。 ‘You plan this sort of thing backwards。 You start with what do you need on the objective； then you backtrack to find out how you get it all there。‘
‘Save that for later。 Tell me about the river valley；‘ Maxwell ordered。
Fifty hours； Kelly remembered； picked up from Danang by helo； deposited aboard the submarine USS Skate； which then had moved Kelly right into the surprisingly deep estuary of that damned stinking river； fighting his way up against the current behind an electrically powered sea…scooter； which was still there； probably； unless some fisherman had snagged a line on it； staying underwater until his air tanks gave out； and he remembered how frightening it was not to be able to hide under the rippled surface。 When he couldn‘t do that； when it had been too dangerous to move； hiding under weeds on the bank； watching traffic move on the river road； hearing the ripping thunder of the flak batteries on the hilltops； wondering what some 37mm fire could do to him if some North Vietnamese boy scout stumbled across him and let his father know。 And now this flag officer was asking him how to risk the lives of other men in the same place； trusting him； much as Pam had； to know what to do。 That sudden thought chilled the retired chief bosun‘s mate。
‘It‘s not a really nice place； sir。 I mean； your son saw a lot of it； too。‘
‘Not from your perspective；‘ Maxwell pointed out。
And that was true； Kelly remembered。 Little Dutch had bellied up in a nice thick place； using his radio only on alternate hours； waiting for Snake to e and fetch him while he nursed a broken leg in silent agony； and listened to the same triple…A batteries that had splashed his A…6 hammer the sky at other men trying to take out the same bridge that his own bombs had missed。 Fifty hours； Kelly remembered； no rest； no sleep； just fear and the mission。
‘How much time； sir？‘
‘We‘re not sure。 Honestly； I‘m not sure if we can get the mission green…lighted。 When we have a plan； then we can present it。 When it‘s approved； we can assemble assets； and train； and execute。‘
‘Weather considerations？‘ Kelly asked。
‘The mission has to go in the fall； this fall； or maybe it‘ll never go。‘
‘You say these guys will never e back unless we get them？‘
‘No other reason for them to set this place up in the way they did；‘ Maxwell replied。
‘Admiral； I‘m pretty good； but I‘m just an enlisted guy； remember？‘
‘You‘re the only person who‘s been close to the place。‘ The Admiral collected the photographs and the maps。 He handed Kelly a fresh set of the latter。 ‘You turned down OCS three times。 I‘d like to know why； John。‘
‘You want the truth？ It would have meant going back。 I pushed my luck enough。‘
Maxwell accepted that at face value； silently wishing that his best source of local information had accumulated the rank to match his expertise； but Maxwell also remembered flying bat missions off the old Enterprise with enlisted pilots； at least one of whom had displayed enough savvy to be an air…group mander； and he knew that the best helicopter pilots around were probably the instant Warrant Officers the Army ran through Fort Rucker。 This wasn‘t the time for a wardroom mentality。
‘One mistake from Song Tay；‘ Kelly said after a moment。
‘What‘s that？‘
‘They probably overtrained。 After a certain period of time； you‘re just dulling the edge。 Pick the right people； and a couple of weeks； max； will handle it。 Go further than that and you‘re just doing embroidery。‘
‘You‘re not the first person to say that；‘ Maxwell assured him。
‘Will this be a SEAL job？‘
‘We‘re not sure yet。 Kelly； I can give you two weeks while we work on other aspects of the mission。‘
‘How do I get in touch； sir？‘
Maxwell dropped a Pentagon pass on the table。 ‘No phones； no mail； it‘s all face…to…face contact。‘
Kelly stood and walked him out to the helicopter。 As soon as the Admiral came into view； the flight crew started lighting up the turbine engines on the SH…2 SeaSprite。 He grabbed the Admiral‘s arm as the rotor started turning。
‘Was the Song Tay job burned？‘
That stopped Maxwell in his tracks。 ‘Why do you ask？‘
Kelly nodded。 ‘You just answered my question； Admiral。‘
‘We‘re not sure； Chief。‘ Maxwell ducked his head under the rotor and got into the back of the helicopter。 As it lifted off； he found himself wishing again that Kelly had taken the invitation to officer…candidate school。 The lad was smarter than he‘d realized； and the Admiral made a note to look up his former mander for a fuller evaluation。 He also wondered what Kelly would do on his formal recall to active duty。 It seemed a shame to betray the boy‘s trust … it might be seen that way to him； Maxwell thought as the Sea…Sprite turned and headed northwest … but his mind and soul lingered with the twenty men believed to be in SENDER GREEN； and his first loyalty had to be to them。 Besides； maybe Kelly needed the distraction from his personal troubles。 The Admiral consoled himself with that thought。
Kelly watched the helo disappear into the forenoon haze。 Then he walked towards his machine shop。 He‘d expected that by this time today his body would be hurting and his mind relaxed。 Strangely； the reverse was now true。 The exercise at the hospital had paid off more handsomely than he‘d dared to hope。 There was still a problem with stamina； but his shoulder； after the usual start…up pain； had accepted the abuse with surprisingly good grace； and now having passed through the customary post…exercise agony； the secondary period of euphoria had set in。 He‘d feel good all day； Kelly expected； though he‘d hit the bed early tonight in anticipation of yet another day‘s punishing exercise； and tomorrow he‘d take a watch and start exercising in earnest by rating himself against the clock。 The Admiral had given him two weeks。 That was about the time he‘d given to himself for his physical preparation。 Now it was time for another sort。
Naval stations； whatever their size and purpose； were all alike。 There were some things they all had to have。 One of these was a machine shop。 For six years there had been crashboats stationed at Battery Island； and to support them； there had to be machine tools to repair and fabricate broken machine parts。 Kelly‘s collection of tools was the rough equivalent of what would be found on a destroyer； and had probably been purchased that way； the Navy Standard Mark One Mod Zero machine shop selected straight out of some service catalog。 Maybe even the Air Force had the same thing for all he knew。 He switched on a South Bend milling machine and began checking its various parts and oil reservoirs to make sure it would do what he wanted。
Attendant to the machine were numerous hand tools and gauges and drawers full of various steel blanks； just roughly machined metal shapes intended for further manufacturing into whatever specific purpose a technician might need。 Kelly sat on a stool to decide exactly what he needed； then decided that he needed something else first。 He took down the 。45 automatic from its place on the wall； unloaded and disassembled it before giving the slide and barrel a very careful look inside and out。
‘You‘re going to need two of everything；‘ Kelly said to himself。 But first things first。 He set the slide on a sturdy jig and used the milling machine first of all to drill two small holes in the top of the slide。 …The South Bend machine made an admirably efficient drill； not even a tenth of a turn on the four…handled wheel and the tiny cutting bit lanced through the ordnance steel of the automatic。 Kelly repeated the exercise； making a second hole 1。25 inches from the first。 Tapping the holes for threads was just as easy； and a screwdriver pleted the exercise。 That ended the easy part of the day‘s work and got him used to operating the machine； something he hadn‘t done in over a year。 A final examination of the modified gun slide assured Kelly that he hadn‘t hurt anything。 It was now time for the tricky part。
He didn‘t have the time or equipment to do a really proper job。 He knew how to use a welding set well enough； but lacked the gear to fabricate the special parts needed for the sort of instrument he would have liked to have。 To do that would mean going to a small foundry whose artisans might have guessed what he was up to； and that was something he could not risk。 He consoled himself with the thought that good enough was good enough； while perfect was always a pain in the ass and often not worth the effort anyway。
First he got a sturdy steel blank； rather like a can； but narrower and with thicker walls。 Again he drilled and tapped a hole； this time in the center of the bottom plate； axial with the body of the ‘can；‘ as he already thought of it。 The hole was 。60 inches in diameter； something he had already checked with a pair of calipers。 There were seven similar blanks； but of lesser outside diameter。 These he cut off to a length of three quarters of an inch before drilling holes in their bottoms。 These new holes were 。24 inches； and the shapes he ended up with were like small cups with holes in the bottom； or maybe diminutive flowerpots with vertical sides； he thought with a smile。 Each of these was a ‘baffle。‘ He tried to slide the baffles into the ‘can；‘ but they were too wide。 That earned Kelly a grumble at himself。 Each baffle had to go on his lathe。 This he did； trimming down the outside of each to a shiny； uniform diameter exactly one millimeter less than that of the inside of the can； a lengthy operation that had him swearing at himself for the fifty minutes it required。 Finished； finally； he rewarded himself with a cold Coke before sliding the baffles inside the can。 Agreeably； they all fit snugly enough that they didn‘t rattle； but loosely enough that they slid out with only a shake or two。 Good。 He dumped them out and next machined a cover cap for the can； which had to be threaded as well。 Finished with that task； he first screwed it into place with the baffles out； and then with the baffles in； congratulating himself for the tight fit of all the parts … before he realized that he hadn‘t cut a hole in the cover plate； which he had to do next； again with the milling machine。 This hole was a scant 。23 inches in diameter； but when he was done he could see straight through the entire assembly。 At least he‘d managed to drill everything straight。
Next came the important part。 Kelly took his time setting up the machine； checking the arrangements no less than five times before doing the last tapping operation with one pull on the operating handle … that after a long breath。 This was something he‘d observed a few times but never actually done himself； and though he was pretty good with tools； he was a retired bosun； not a machinist‘s mate。 Finished； he dismounted the ba