Word: klaxons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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During a practice firing, announced by an ear-shattering klaxon that called the 158-man crew to battle stations, Farmer assumed his post in front of the sub's dual periscopes. As crewmen ticked off information about bearing and depth, the captain verified each reading and repeated in a low but firm voice, "I agree." Then, checking a console screen to his left that showed the status of his 24 weapons, he ordered, "Make missiles ready." In the missile control center one deck below, Weapons Officer Lieut. John Hardenbergh worked at two other consoles that control the silos...
...jarring note was the loud whine of a smoke-alarm klaxon, which briefly startled the crew. Because a fire or any outpouring of gas in Challenger's confined atmosphere would have lethal potential, the shuttle has seven fire extinguishers primed for instant use. However, a quick check showed that the alarm was set off by a sensor in the cargo area's aft bay No. 1 that had a history of being supersensitive, like a home smoke detector that goes off at the merest cigarette puff. Other sensors on Challenger's control panel were normal...
Dive. Dive. The klaxon sounds. Periscopes go down. The Atlanta, commissioned a month ago, is on a test run, honing ship and crew for duty, before they go on station as a stealthy picket in the outer rim of U.S. defense. Vice Admiral Steven White, Commander Submarine Force U.S. Atlantic Fleet, inspects his newest ward- The U.S.S. Atlanta on a sea trial in the Atlantic one of 81 submarines under
When the shrieking Klaxon sounded general quarters, many of the Nimitz's 5,000 crewmen were asleep. Remembered one enlisted man: "They didn't say this wasn't a drill, but when the guy came over the p.a. system he was stuttering, and I knew then something was badly screwed up." Fire-fighting crews clambered across the deck and started laying down gallons of water and "purple K" foam, but to no immediate effect: the blaze had begun its own chain reaction...
...passed finally, and let out into their city. Eerily quiet. Horns are not allowed in Moscow, so the hum of traffic, as one would expect from a klaxon-less society, is occasionally punctuated by the shriek of rubber tires under stress. Not a teen-ager anywhere. They are in the summer camps, we are told. The city is spotless and newly painted - a kind of Disneyland gilt. The Misha bear, with his Olympic-rings belt, smiles at one from everywhere. He began to get to me after a while - largely because of the mascot's eyes: astonished above...