Trumanthe Yellow Sea General quarters! General quarters! General quarters! Man your battle stations! Prepare to launch jets!” The booming voice of the Truman’s executive officer thundered over 1MC, the ship’s public-address system. His words blared into every compartment of the giant supercarrier, echoing against the steel bulkheads and off the flight decks. Five thousand United States Navy crew members scrambled in chaotic precision to various parts of the ship, manning stations to defend her from enemy attack. Rear Admiral James Hampton was taking no chances. Now that two Super Hornets had been fired on by North Korean MiGs and the Hornets had blown both MiGs out of the air, an attack on the Truman could be imminent. “Has anybody found Commander McCormick yet?” Hampton demanded as he paced back and forth, checking his watch. He glanced down at the latest intelligence communiqué generated by Lieutenant Jim Porter. As a junior lieutenant, Porter was bright enough, but he was young and green.
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