Even in the blacked out CIC, I had the con. I was the one driving the ship. I didn't order flank reverse and never would (I was CHENG and reverse power blows the hell out of weaker engine head gaskets.) So I didn't do it, while wearing a rig that made my every breathing word audible to every single person on the 1MC which included the helmsman and lee helmsman.
At which point came the voice of the aft lookout on the 1MC screaming that there was a mine we were now backing into.
We found the rest on my way out of the mine field.
People reach positions of power far beyond their acumen. They are dangerous. They will kill you.
Allow me to tell you just precisely who those people are:
They graduated from Harvard.
They graduated from Yale.
They graduated from Princeton.
If you can kill them before they take office, we all might survive. To be honest, if I still had them, I'd nuke every single one of them. They are nothing less than the utter embodiment of absolute evil. They love and snuggle with Cuba and Venezuela and they're too obtuse and stupid to realize how devastating socialism is.
Yea, the pitch. 3 full feet in reverse. Waukeshas could barely handle that, my home ship would have exploded as every single cylinder blew out on Packard's. Been there, done that, a lot.
What was amazing to me that it was my DCA who gave the order over the Bitch Box to Main Control and he knew better.
He's probably a Congressman or Senator by now.