Beds. Scalpels. Needles. Especially needles. There are never enough.”
So the medics had treated his wounded as well as they could, but left
them in one of the sitting rooms in the palace, which had been
transformed into a makeshift temporary hospital. If they could just
establish communications again with the CBG. .. if they could arrange at
least for helicopters to fly in and carry off the wounded, they could
receive decent treatment aboard ship. The Saipan, especially, the MEU’s
Tarawa-class LHA, had a three-hundred-bed hospital aboard, with some of
the finest military medical facilities afloat.
If they could just reach her. ..
That, he decided, was a large part of the feeling of helplessness he’d
been enduring over the past several hours. It had him pacing restlessly
back and forth at the top of the steps to the palace, with occasional
stops to stare out across the blue of the sea at the southern horizon.
.. and the battle group invisible beyond it.
Pamela had been able to read what he was feeling, even if he hadn’t put
those feelings into words. “You know,” she told him, “that there are
some things even the Navy can’t fix.”
He wished she would lay off the Navy. For some reason, the pride he felt
for the Navy, justifiable pride, had always seemed to grate on her. He
guessed that was one of the incompatibilities she’d talked about at the
restaurant. He’d known they had differences, but he was willing to try
to work them out.
It still galled him that Pamela didn’t exhibit the same willingness.
There’d been little enough time to worry about that since the attack,
however. In the two and a half hours since the assassination attempt,
Tombstone had managed to round up all of the Americans in the party and
get them into one place–a difficult operation in itself, given the
confusion that seemed to be gripping everyone in the White Palace
complex. He’d put Chief Geiger in charge of all personnel, including the
officers, by declaring him to be “chief of the boat” and delegating to
him the responsibility of keeping everyone together and out of the
Russians’ way.
Chiefs did not outrank officers in the command hierarchy, but Tombstone
had found long ago that they often outranked them in sense. Almost
immediately after making the assignment, he’d overheard a brief exchange
between Geiger and Commander Sedgwick, who wanted to go up the beach
with a party of Marines to find a place where Navy boats could come
ashore and take them all off. Geiger had said, simply, “The captain
wouldn’t like that, sir,” in his characteristic deep-throated rumble,
and that had been the end of it.
Kardesh he kept with him as his personal translator, while Tomboy Flynn
became his aide. Tomboy made herself invaluable by taking on the duties
to which he had originally been assigned–serving as his liaison with
the nearly one hundred press and TV news representatives who had become
his personal responsibility.
Both women carried out their assigned tasks with quiet efficiency.
Kardesh spoke excellent Russian–her mother, she told him, was
Russian–while Joyce proved to be a born public relations expert,
fielding questions and handling complaints with a light, personal touch
that Tombstone knew he never could have managed. .. even if he’d had the
time.
And he’d been working with Pamela a lot during the past few hours, too,
trying to set up a radio connection with the battle group. The available
Russian equipment, it turned out, didn’t have the range to reach
American aircraft which were, in any case, below the horizon, and they
didn’t have the codes–for reasons that were fairly obvious–that would
allow them to tap into U.S. military communications satellites.
American Cable News, however, had equipment that was better in some
respects than that of the American military. They’d originally flown
into Simferopol Airport with a van-load of sophisticated electronics,
including a satellite up-link that gave immediate and secure
communications with ACN headquarters in Washington, D.C. It had been a
fairly simple task, then, to organize a patch to HQ-NAVTEL, the Naval
Telecommunications Command headquarters in Washington, which in turn
routed the communications channel through a MILSTAR communications on.