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le dot appeared in the center of the north span's bridge deck。 A puter system would keep it there until told to do otherwise； and a videotape recorder would make a visual record of the raid's success or failure。
〃The target is lit；〃 Eisly said。 〃Still no fire…control radars on us。〃
〃Nemo； this is Shade 4。 The target is lit。〃
〃Roge。〃
Fifteen seconds later the first Aardvark screamed south a bare thirty feet over the water； popped up； and loosed a single GBU…15 Paveway laser…guided bomb before it turned hard to the east over Hohenroarthe。 An optical…puter system in the bomb's nose noted the deflected infrared beam； centered it； and adjusted the fins accordingly。
South of the bridge； the SAM battery mander was trying to decide what the noise was。 His search radar did not show the Frisbee。 He had been told not to expect the presence of 〃friendly〃 aircraft…the safe travel lane was fifteen miles to the north； over the Frontal Aviation base at Mahlminkel。 Maybe that's where the noise was ing from； he thought。 No special alarm has been sent out…
The northern horizon went bright yellow。 Though he did not know it； four Luftwaffe Tornados had just made a single pass over Mahlminkel； leaving hundreds of explosive cluster munitions in their wake。 A half…dozen Soviet Sukhoi attack fighters went up in flames； sending a fireball of jet fuel that rose up into the rain…filled sky。
The battery mander hesitated not at all…he shouted an order for his men to switch their fire…control radars from stand…by to active； and trace them around 〃their〃 bridges。 A moment later； one detected an F…111 ing upriver。
〃Oh； shit！〃 The Aardvark's systems operator instantly loosed a Shrike antiradar missile at the SAM battery； another for good measure at the search radar； a second Paveway at the bridge； then the F…111 turned violently left。
A missile…launch officer blanched as he realized what had just appeared from nowhere onto his scopes； and salvoed his three missiles in return。 The ining aircraft had to be hostile； and had just separated three smaller objects 。 。 。
His first SAM struck and exploded on the high…tension power lines that spanned the river just south of the bridges。 The entire valley was strobelighted as the power lines fell sparking into the river。 The other two SAMs raced past the surreal explosion and locked onto the second F…111。
The first Paveway impacted precisely in the center of the northern span。 It was a delayed…action bomb； and penetrated into the thick concrete before exploding a few yards from a battalion mander's tank。 The north span was strong…it had been in use for over fifty years…but the 945 pounds of high explosive ripped it apart。 In an instant the graceful concrete arch was cut in two； a ragged twenty…foot gap appearing between the two unsecured flying buttresses。 They were not designed to stand alone； particularly with armored vehicles rumbling over them。 The bomb released by the second Aardvark struck closer to shore； and the eastern side of the span failed entirely； taking eight tanks into the Elbe with it。
The second F…111 did not live to see this； however。 One of the racing SA…6 missiles struck it broadside and blew it to pieces three seconds after the aircraft…launched Shrikes obliterated the pair of Soviet radar vehicles。 Neither side had time for grief。 Another F…111 screamed upriver as the surviving SAM crews frantically searched for targets。
Thirty seconds later； the north span was totally destroyed； brick…sized chunks of ferroconcrete scattered on the river bottom from three smartbomb impacts。
Eisly switched his laser…designator to the south span。 It was clogged with tanks； logjammed by a BMP…l personnel carrier blown whole from one bridge span to the other by the first bomb； torn asunder and blazing on the west end of the bridge。 The fourth Aardvark lofted a pair of bombs which homed in remorselessly on the laser…spot now stuck on the turret of a stopped tank。 The sky was alight with blazing diesel fuel and streaked with hand…launched SAMs that had been blind…fired by panicked riflemen。
Both Paveways exploded a scant ten feet apart； and the entire bridge span failed at once； dropping a pany of armored vehicles into the Elbe。
One more thing to do； Ellington told himself； there！ The Soviets had stockpiled bridging equipment on the secondary road paralleling the river。 The engineers were probably nearby。 The Frisbee screeched over the rows of trucks； each of which carried a section of ribbon bridge； and deployed a row of flares before skimming back west toward the Federal Republic of Germany； and safety。 The three surviving Aardvarks came in one at a time； each dropping a pair of Rockeye canisters into the truck park； ripping the bridging equipment to bits； and； their pilots fervently hoped； killing some of the skilled bridging engineers as well。 Then the Aardvarks turned west to follow the F…19 home。
By this time； a second team of F…15 Eagle fighters had darted into East Germany to clear four lanes for the returning NATO strike aircraft。 They fired their radar…and infrared…guided missiles at the MiGs trying to vector toward the returning fighter…bombers…but the American fighters still had their aerial radars to direct them； and the Soviets did not。 The results reflected it。 The Soviet fighters had not had time to reorganize after the loss of the Mainstays； and their formations were savaged。 Even worse； the SAM batteries that were supposed to support the MiGs were ordered to engage the invading aircraft； and the surface…to…air missiles began to pluck targets out of the sky entirely without discrimination as the NATO aircraft clung to the nap of the earth。
By the time the last aircraft recrossed the border into West Germany； Operation Dreamland had lasted a total of twenty…seven minutes。 It had been a costly mission。 Two of the priceless Frisbees and eleven strike aircraft had been lost。 Yet it had been a success。 Over two hundred Soviet all…weather fighters had been destroyed by the NATO fighters； and perhaps a hundred more by 〃friendly〃 SAMs。 The most elite squadrons of the Soviet air…defense force had been brutalized； and because of it； for the time being NATO would own the night skies over Europe。 Thirty…six major bridges had been targeted： thirty had been destroyed and all of the rest damaged。 The initial Soviet ground attack scheduled to begin in two hours would not be supported by the second echelon； nor by specialty units of mobile SAMs； engineers； and other crucial late…arrivals fresh from special training in the Soviet homeland。 Finally； the attacks against airfields would give NATO air parity； at least for the moment。 The NATO air forces had fulfilled their most crucial mission： the much feared Soviet ground superiority was decisively reduced。 The land battle for Western Europe would now be fought on nearly even terms。
USS PHARRIS
It was still the previous day on the American East Coast。 USS PHARRIS led the way out of the Delaware at 2200 hours。 Behind her was a convoy of thirty ships； with a dozen escorting vessels。 In both cases it was all that could be assembled on the short notice。 Dozens of American and foreign flag vessels were racing to American ports； many taking southerly routings to keep as far away as possible from the Soviet submarines reported surging south from the Norwegian Sea。 The first few days would be tough； Morris knew。
〃Captain； please e to munications；〃 the announcing system squawked。 Morris immediately went aft to the always…locked radio room。
〃It's for…real。〃 The munications officer handed him the yellow message form。 Morris read it in the dim lights。
Z0357Z15JUNE
FR：SACLANT
TO： ALL SACLANT SHIPS
TOP SECRET
1。 EXECUTE UNRESTRICTED AIR AND SEA WARFARE AGAINST WARSAW PACT FORCES。
2。 WARPLAN GOLF TAC 7。
3。 STOUT HEARTS。 SACLANT SENDS。
Rules of Engagement War Option Seven。 That meant no nukes； he was perfectly happy to see…PHARRIS didn't have any at the moment。 He was now free to engage without warning any East Bloc warship or merchant vessel。 Well 。 。 。 Morris nodded。 He tucked the message form into his pocket； returned to the bridge； and went without a word to the microphone。
〃This is the captain speaking。 Listen up： It's official。 We are now in a shooting war。 No more drills； gentlemen。 If you hear an alarm from now on； it means there's a Bad Guy out there； and they have live weapons； too。 That is all。〃 He hung up and looked over to the officer of the deck。 〃Mr。 Johnson； I want the Prairie/Masker systems operating continuously。 If they go down； I want to know about it at once。 That goes in the order book。〃
〃Aye； Captain。〃
Prairie/Masker was a system for defeating submarine sonars。 Two metallic bands surrounded the frigate's hull； fore and aft of the engine spaces。 This was Masker。 It took pressed air and bled it into the water around the ship in the form of millions of tiny bubbles。 The Prairie part of the system did the same with the propeller blades。 The air bubbles created a semipermeable barrier that tended to trap sounds made by the ship； letting only a fraction of her propulsion noises escape…which made the ship extremely difficult for a submarine to detect。
〃How long till we clear the channel？〃 Morris asked。
〃We'll be at the sea buoy in ninety minutes