From the financial news, we have a rumor of a possible maybe that Israel will bomb Iran this weekend. Such rumors are common (after all, if you could make a $Million by going long gold futures and floating a rumor about war… )
Chatter that Israel is gearing up
By Adam Button
March 23, 2012 at 14:04 GMT
I don’t make up the rumors but oil traders will believe anything. The rumor is that “Israel is mobilizing”.
If you believe an attack is coming on the weekend, you would want to be long yen, long oil and probably long gold. Long USD would be a safe bet as well.
So, in that spirit, here is a FICTIONALIZATION of a point of view on how I’d do it, were I the folks running things. Yes, this a a ‘warming up’ practice bit of FICTION, to see how well I do at it, and what parts “need work”. So, enjoy the story, and (gently please, it’s my first time ;-) provide feedback…
Captain Rodriquez was proud of his Hispanic heritage. He felt it had given him ‘what it took’ to rise to his present post, Captain of the U.S. Navy Guided Missile Frigate USS Halyburton.
What he lacked in height, he made up for with energy and ambition. Little escaped his attention on His Ship. Right now what he noticed was a bit of a stir rushing toward him.
The junior officer was clearly excited: “Sir, the Iranians are going crazy, sir!” Rodriquez tried to calm him down a bit, new crew always took a while to settle in. “Perhaps you can be more specific?”
“Something has happened at several places over Iran. Small conventional explosions were detected, they are believed to have been air burst bombs of modest size. Israel is suspected, but no notice was given and no claim made; and sir, we did not detect any aircraft… Iran has deployed their navy and gone on alert. We are awaiting further information from satellite observations. Sir, it just doesn’t make any sense, sir. No damage was reported and no causalities reported. Who bombs empty air, Sir?”
Rodriquez thought for a moment. They were just entering the Strait of Hormuz, headed inbound. What was supposed to be a routine tour might now have much more risk involved. He didn’t care who did it, or why their bombs were ineffective (if that were even true). They would know soon enough the who and why. Right now what mattered was that he was heading inbound to a mess.
“Launch the helicopters. See what they can find. We need to be alert and aware of any subs in the area.” It was at that moment that they hit the mine. The Iranians had been busy.
The mystery of who and why would have to wait. When the USS Samuel B. Roberts had struck an Iranian mine in 1988, it had taken two days of fighting fires and 10 sailors evacuated for medical treatment to save that sister ship. Rodriquez expected to better that, and he had a ship to save.
Joshua was tired, and still tense. He had done well on his mission. The bombs had been released as planned. The EMP detectors had reported a proper Electromagnetic Pulse formed. They ought to have knocked out most electronic and many electrical devices for several kilometers around, including the underground nuclear weapons facilities. The Mossad had reported poor shielding of the Iranian facilities. The EMP ought to have followed the wires deep underground. EMP bombs were fussy, and it was always a bit questionable what would be damaged, but they would find out in time.
Now he had a couple of hours more of flight time to get home, and it would not be as easy as the outbound flight, then there had been little reason to look for him. Now it would be different. The explosions were air burst at altitude, so little ground damage done. Hopefully the Iranians could not admit what was done, electrically frying their officially non-existent nuclear bomb facilities. But they would go on alert, and the explosions would be observed. In the Middle East, if your neighbor was on alert, you worried. Now Joshua worried that Saudi Arabia would be worried; but he hoped they would remember “My enemies enemy is my friend”, and the Sunni saw the Shiia as their enemy.
His was a very special plane. They had a few more years before they would take delivery of the order for US made stealth fighters, but they had not waited.
Only a few were in existence, but only a few were needed. Designed as a prototype for testing, it was a standard airframe, but customized. Not as stealthy as the Americans, but certainly enough. That had just been proven. Some customized surface reshaping, and very special paint.
It had been planned as a backup path if the sales from America fell through. Now it was on the front lines of a new type of war. And it had worked (at least when everyone had been half asleep…) He had a rendezvous with a fuel tanker to make, and then the flight home over the more empty parts of Saudi Arabia and Jordan. The radio reported those countries were preparing to launch air craft and their air defenses were going on alert. The real test was yet to come.
Ibrahim was not expecting a call, but there it was. His was a clandestine transport mission, nothing more. To be contacted in the middle of it, that was only for emergencies. Yet there it was. It took time to decode the message. What it said made his heart beat faster, fear and joy, mixed as only Allah could grant. He was not to be just an errand boy, delivering boxes, passing as a Greek Freighter. He was to become a martyr. Bypass the entrance to the Strait, continue through the Red Sea. Head toward Crete, then turn. It would take a few days. He could prepare his body and his spirit. Tomorrow a specialist with the arming key would be delivered. Tonight? Tonight he was ordering the cook to prepare the best lamb on board. Tonight was to be a feast. But first, he needed some time for prayers. Those he did only in his cabin. He was, after all, to keep up appearances as a Greek Freighter Captain.
What happens a few days from now will change the course of history, cause mighty nations to tremble and lesser nations to fall. Then the real trials and tribulations begin for all mankind… Don’t miss it! Tune in next week for “When Ibrahim Meets Joshua” or “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”…