Post by William Torrance on Nov 20, 2016 15:28:00 GMT -5
....two days after departing West Point....
"General, we're approaching the Macombs Dam Bridge," William called out as the MV River Rose - laden with troops and supplies for an extended stay in the Big Apple - slowly approached the bridge connecting the South Bronx to Manhattan; visually, the bridge looked like it had been barricaded up - on which end, he couldn't tell - but the city still had that dead-to-the-world appearance. Ahead of the riverboat, he could see the four landing assault craft - the LACs' - puttering quietly ahead, leaving small but broad wakes behind them.
"Tally-ho! I have Yankee Stadium off the portside bow, Captain," Tanya, the riverboat's first mate called out from the helm; walking over to the portside windows, William, along with General McArthur, President Michner and Major McKenna, could see the stadium off in the distance. "There's our destination, folks," President Michner said quietly.
"That is true, sir," General McArthur replied, adding, "But first we've got to dock somewhere close...Captain Torrance?"
Looking out ahead, William saw a nice place just downriver of the bridge. "Speaking of locations," grabbing a microphone from the nearby intercom; pushing the talk button, he waited a few seconds. "Brett, Kane, go ahead and engage the hydraulics, cut power to the paddlewheels. Once they've stopped moving, engage the impellers and we'll dock close by. Out." Setting the microphone back down, he continued. "Tanya, go ahead and cut the power to the paddlewheels from up here; we'll left the current talk us downriver a bit. Once we get past the bridge, we'll use the impellers to dock just down from the bridge. Meanwhile," picking up a outside radio microphone, he added, "Let's see if anyone at Yankee Stadium's listening," pausing to key the radio mic. "Yankee Stadium, Yankee Stadium, this is the merchant vessel River Rose approaching the Macombs Dam Bridge; I have your location off my portside bow and I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge, over...."
"General, we're approaching the Macombs Dam Bridge," William called out as the MV River Rose - laden with troops and supplies for an extended stay in the Big Apple - slowly approached the bridge connecting the South Bronx to Manhattan; visually, the bridge looked like it had been barricaded up - on which end, he couldn't tell - but the city still had that dead-to-the-world appearance. Ahead of the riverboat, he could see the four landing assault craft - the LACs' - puttering quietly ahead, leaving small but broad wakes behind them.
"Tally-ho! I have Yankee Stadium off the portside bow, Captain," Tanya, the riverboat's first mate called out from the helm; walking over to the portside windows, William, along with General McArthur, President Michner and Major McKenna, could see the stadium off in the distance. "There's our destination, folks," President Michner said quietly.
"That is true, sir," General McArthur replied, adding, "But first we've got to dock somewhere close...Captain Torrance?"
Looking out ahead, William saw a nice place just downriver of the bridge. "Speaking of locations," grabbing a microphone from the nearby intercom; pushing the talk button, he waited a few seconds. "Brett, Kane, go ahead and engage the hydraulics, cut power to the paddlewheels. Once they've stopped moving, engage the impellers and we'll dock close by. Out." Setting the microphone back down, he continued. "Tanya, go ahead and cut the power to the paddlewheels from up here; we'll left the current talk us downriver a bit. Once we get past the bridge, we'll use the impellers to dock just down from the bridge. Meanwhile," picking up a outside radio microphone, he added, "Let's see if anyone at Yankee Stadium's listening," pausing to key the radio mic. "Yankee Stadium, Yankee Stadium, this is the merchant vessel River Rose approaching the Macombs Dam Bridge; I have your location off my portside bow and I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge, over...."