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When they were at five hundred feet, a sailor wearing headphones carabbed Bradley by the ar hi the sailor away His highest priority was putting the KC on the surface

The sailor was now sobbing He staggered over to a panel and pulled a switch

Bradley juht be doing so to launch a torpedo while its tube door was closed

But he realized what the sailor was doing when he heard the faint noise of a siren rising and falling The switch was the collision alarm Now Bradley understood why the sailor had headphones on He was a sonar operator

Bradley couldn’t hear what the sailor was yelling now, but it didn’t matter He could read the man’s lips

Brace for impact!

Theand stumbled out of the control room toward the bohile Bradley raced into the sonar roo

There was a huge cliff in their path They were heading right for the edge of the continental shelf

He ran back to the diving control and yanked the wheel around The suban to turn, but too slowly

The Kansas City jerked violently to port as they slaht ar pain shot up to his shoulder He didn’t have to hear the snap to knoas broken

Warning lights flashed throughout the control roo to a halt as it scraped across the cliff He couldn’t tell if the engine rooer turning

Bradley pushed hiood left ar, the Kansas City was at a full stop The depth gauge, which was at two hundred feet, started to fall The sub listed to port as it scraped down the side of the cliff

Bradley readie

d hi the hull would i pressure, but there was a sudden jolt, and the sub stopped, its bow tilted forward The depth read three hundred twenty-five feet They e

Bradley made his way to the co frequency radio, he’d be able to communicate the Kansas City’s situation and position to the Navy and request a rescue