Не разминулись

Удар пришелся строго перпендикулярно. Часть экипажа уже на палубе.

Подлодка типа Balao USS Stickleback (SS-415) была передана флоту 29 марта 1945го года и вышла в свой первый боевой поход 6го августа 1945го года. Естественно пока она дошла до Японии то война закончилась и ни одной победы она не достигла. После войны она продолжала службу в Тихом океане и в 1952ом году прошла модернизацию по программе GUPPY IIA. После модернизации лодка проводила свое время в учебных походах пока 29 мая 1958го года она не вышла в море из Перл Харбора на учебные стрельбы вместе с торпедоловом и эскортным эсминцем USS Silverstein (DE-534) который играл роль цели. После нескольких заходов в атаку лодка маневрировала и собиралась уйти на перископную глубину, но вдруг у нее встали двигатели и вместо этого выскочила на поверхность в 180м прямо перед носом эсминца. Не смотря на машины дающие обороты на полный назад, эсминец врезался в лодку в районе центрального отсека. На помощь бросились другие лодки и корабли находящиеся вблизи - кроме самого эскортника, на помощь пришли подлодка USS Sabalo (SS-302), спасательный корабль USS Greenlet (ASR-10) и еще один эскортник USS Sturtevant (DE-239). Экипаж был снят, а попытки спасти лодку не увенчались успехом и она вскоре затонула на глубине в 3300м. С счастью никто не погиб. Подлодка стала одной из четырех американских подлодок погибших после войны, три другие это USS Cochino (SS-345), USS Thresher (SSN-593) и USS Scorpion (SSN-589).

2. Silverstein отходит от поврежденной лодки. Весь экипаж уже на палубе. Как написал один из матросов лодки - пробела между попами и головами матросов при эвакуации не было.

3. Крен увеличивается. На рубке стоит командир лодки с матюгальником.

4. Попытка завести концы

5. Лодка начинает погружаться

А это серия цветных фото сделанных матросом с борта подлодки USS Sabalo которая подошла на помощь
6. Лодка и эсминец

7. По ближе

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9. Еще одна попытка подойти

10. Лодка снимает экипаж

11. Когда подошел спасатель, лодка отошла что бы не мешать ему

А вот обещанное описание посещения Таити подлодкой USS Stickleback:
We had 10 days alongside in Papeete Tahiti. It was a Polynesian backwater in 1958. No tourism to speak of, one airplane flight in and out per week. The main drag through Papeete was a dirt street with board sidewalks. I was Maneuvering Watch Starboard Lookout when we came into the harbor. I was looking through binoculars at the beach off to starboard as we pulled in and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The women on the beach were half naked! There were a lot of officials and a band on the pier to meet us.

After we tied up and put the brow over a lot of visitors came aboard, a lot of them were Tahitian women with armloads of leis. They would put a lei over our heads and kiss us. I was topside standing next to our Chief Engineman “Pappy” Rail. I said to him, “holy shit Pappy, these women don’t have any clothes on!” And he said to me, “This is going to be one hell of a liberty for you guys!” and it was! The pier where we tied up looked right down the main street of Papeete. I had the duty the first day in port. I had the 2000 to 2400 topside watch that night. You know how the weather is in the tropics. We had a torrential downpour that night. While I was on watch, I saw one of our division riders headed back to the boat in this downpour. When he got to the brow he was soaking wet and his white uniform was all muddy from the knees down from walking in the mud of the street and boy was he is drunk, I mean paralyzed! He made it over the brow to the boat, staggered a few steps toward the Escape Trunk then just collapsed in a pile on the deck. I called the Section Leader and he got the Duty Officer who came topside. The Duty Officer took one look at this guy and says, “Have the Below Decks Watch get a torpedo cover from the Forward Torpedo Room and just cover him up. He is to big to move.” He was still lying there, in the rain, under a torpedo cover when I got off watch at 2345. I gave the gun to my relief and went ashore. I walked right down the street from where we were tied up to a bar called “Quinn’s Tahitian Hut.” I had a couple of drinks there, met a girl and got laid. That night there was no one on the boat except the Section Leader, watchstanders, Duty Chief, and Duty Officer. By the end of the fourth day no one had any clean uniforms left with all the rain and mud. By then the guys were going ashore in anything including Sarongs and t-shirts. I swear, it was like some South Seas movie! There were more women aboard the boat than guys in the duty section. I mean the women were sleeping in the after battery! You would go into Hogan’s Alley and there would be a woman sleeping in your bunk! The beer was something else, it was called Hinano Beer. It was green beer and it would give you the shits, everyone had the shits from it. We couldn’t even depart on time. When we mustered on sailing day, half the crew was missing. We were supposed to sail at noon, and we finally got underway at about 1600 in the afternoon. It took a couple of days just for everyone to recover. The skipper was in his rack for the first three days underway. He was a mess; the stewards threw some of his clothes over the side because they were so filthy. After he recovered and was up and about, he started holding Captains Mast for all the offenders. We had over 30 Captains Mast’s on the way back for the guys who showed up late for duty days or didn’t show up at all for duty days, and missing muster on sailing day. That was my first foreign liberty port and even with two WesPacs on Wahoo, I never saw another one like that.

Отсюда. Там-же есть описании самой аварии с точки зрения матроса в лодке.

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