Korea Strait: A Novel (Dan Lenson Novels)
David Poyer
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0312360495
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
United States Navy officer and Medal of Honor winner Dan Lenson’s mission is to observe an international military exercise involving the navies of South Korea, Japan, Australia, and America.
It should be routine duty for Dan, but old alliances are unraveling, as North Korea threatens the U.S. and China expands its influence. Acting as both adviser and adversary to a ruthless South Korean task force commander, Dan must stop a wolfpack of unidentified submarines, armed with nuclear weapons, which is trying to elude Allied surveillance and penetrate the Sea of Japan. Is it the start of an invasion . . . or an elaborate feint, to divert attention from a devastating attack?
Battling faulty weapons, a complacent Washington establishment, and a fierce typhoon season at sea, Dan must act on his own---even if doing so means the end of his career, the lives of his observers, and the risk of nuclear war. Featuring fierce action at sea and political intrigue at the highest levels, Korea Strait is both a first-class thriller and a prescient look at how the next major war might begin.
being sick, trying to catch it in his palm till the outboard roll, but not having much success. That was the only sign of human weakness in the dour visages that glared down as they neared. A door slammed open at the base of the tower. Two men peered out. They wore blue cotton uniforms, a lighter hue than that of the South Koreans. One fingered a coil of line. They pointed alongside, gesturing furiously. The coxswain blipped the horn to acknowledge and swung to parallel the sub’s axis. Someone
Dan felt they were getting deeper and deeper into something bad. He chose his words carefully, but spoke quickly; he saw Owens headed their way, a thunderhead riding over her. “Yes—I’ve seen them together before. I have witnesses who can testify she went to his room last night. At our hotel. Willingly. I can’t swear as to what happened here today. I didn’t see it. But to call it rape seems—unlikely.” The officer thought that over. He turned Carpenter’s hands over, looking at the fingers. Then
Yu stood in his chair to turn it up, riding the motion like a movie cowboy standing up in the saddle. Kim came over to listen. ”Dae Jon,” he said. ”Monjae ka sang keot seo.” Dan got the gist from their expressions: the message was from Dae Jon, and bad news. He wedged himself in front of Yu and plunged his face into the black rubber scope hood. It smelled like grease pencil, rubber, vomit. Jellyfish light ebbed and eddied, but he made out the smeared pip of the old destroyer. He ratcheted the
“North Korean? Uh, sir, I don’t think so—” “I know. I thought they were Chinese too.” “I don’t think that’s possible. The North doesn’t have wake homers, far as we know.” “If those were advanced torpedoes, the Chinese must have furnished them. But this is from intelligence. Very high confidence level, they say.” Which could mean anything, including a spy carrying Kim Jong H’s golf bag in Pyongyang. Dan pursed his lips, debating whether to accept it. He didn’t really want to. He had no love
wake turbulence and follows it to its source. You can’t jam it or decoy it. And it runs out at fifty knots, so unless you have a long head start, you can’t outsprint it either.” “None of this sounds promising. You think that’s what hit Mok Po? A wake homer?” “That’s consistent with the stern damage, and she had her Nixie streamed and turned on. So it was either a wake homer, or a real lucky shot with a straight runner.” Dan contemplated the screen, which now displayed the 53-65’s wavy approach