The Caribbean Sea is still warm in December, and the U.S. troops stationed at Guantánamo are having fun as usual.
Life here is simply too peaceful, there is nothing to do every day except for training and maintenance of the base.
Although the scenery here is good, there is nothing new after years of viewing.
The American GIs stationed here felt like they were going to be out of luck.
They live in a country that is not an ally of the United States, so the chances of them leaving the barracks are slim.
The soldiers here envied the Japanese or Filipino soldiers who were assigned to Asia, and they could leave the barracks to have fun with the local girls.
But it's much better than here.
Although relations between the United States and Cuba are not good, Guantanamo is safe and sound most of the time.
Merchant ships bound for Cuba were free to pass through the waters controlled by the Americans, and local fishing boats were in and out of the bay every day under the noses of the American military.
Although they are hostile to each other, they are close to each other.
The soldiers here have a very different feeling from the freedom that the U.S. government professes, and they feel like they're in jail, trapped in the base.
Boris called almost every day to ask when he would start, but Lebed continued to scout unhurriedly.
The freighter that set sail from Rostov arrived in advance off the coast near Cuba.
Boris boarded the freighter with his artillerymen and seized all the time to get acquainted with the Katyusha rocket launcher.
For this operation, Valentin almost emptied the arsenal near Odessa.
After a few more days, Lebed finally decided to do it.
He contacted Boris by phone to discuss the exact timing of the operation.
"What do you think of doing it at night?"
suggested Boris, who in his mind that doing it at night could be a surprise.
"No, Boris, we do it in the afternoon, it would not be normal if the fishing boat returned to port in the evening, and we don't have night vision devices.
It is we who suffer in the evening," Lebed vetoed.
"Okay, everything is up to you" Boris did not dwell too much on this.
"Okay Boris, before you act, I want you to repeat the whole operation steps," Lebed finally asked.
On a Saturday morning in December 1985, U.S. troops at Guantanamo began their day, as usual.
Today there is a baseball game between the Flying Corps and the Marine Corps.
This is already a big deal at this base, and many of the lads are secretly betting to have fun.
And for the Cubans in Guantanamo, today seems a little different.
Since the morning, a number of fishing boats from Colombia have docked near Guantanamo Bay.
Local fishermen wonder why Colombians come to Cuban waters to fish Some curious fishermen went to inquire, and although they belonged to different countries, they all spoke Spanish.
So there's no problem communicating at all.
These Colombian fishermen seem to look down on people and are always reluctant to answer Cuban inquiries.
This made the hospitable Cuban fishermen feel a little unpleasant.
"Hey, you Colombians don't fish well, what are you doing in our waters," some fishermen asked unceremoniously.
"You're not here to steal our fish, this is Cuba's territorial waters," the Cuban fisherman asked warily.
"Get out of the way, who is rare with your stinky fish and rotten shrimp, Lao Tzu is here to do big things" The somewhat angry Colombian "fisherman" who was entangled by the Cuban fisherman retorted unceremoniously.
After about 12 o'clock, more and more small fishing boats poured into Guantanamo Bay, numbering in the hundreds.
The area around Guantanamo Bay, which is usually empty, suddenly became lively.
But these ships just float on the surface of the sea, neither docking nor fishing.
Many local fishermen find it a little baffled.
An hour later, a 10,000-ton freighter sailed into Guantanamo Bay.
Seeing this, many local fishing boats in the bay honked their whistles.
I don't know how long it has been since a large ship docked.
Looking at the containers on their deck, there must be a lot of foreign goods coming in at this moment.
Due to the blockade imposed by the Americans, few merchant ships docked in Cuba on weekdays, so the local Lao Bai was very welcoming to foreign merchant ships.
Because then they can purchase some foreign goods.
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"Goddess Fiona, please reduce the speed to less than one section, our navigator will guide you to shore safely, please do not deviate from the course" The port tower radioed the seafarers on the 10,000-ton freighter.
The underwater situation in Guantanamo Bay is still somewhat complicated, and it has been a long time since such a large ship has docked.
Therefore, the situation of the waterway is not familiar even to the local maritime authorities.
However, the sailors on this ship seem to be reluctant to communicate "Warning, the Goddess Fiona has deviated from the course three times, please adjust the course" The navigator who had been guiding the Goddess Fiona to dock found that the ship was still off course, and hurriedly reminded him.
That's when a shocking scene emerged.
"Goddess Fiona, what are you doing, why did you raise the speed to ten knots, you are not heading the right way, in this case you will run aground" "Call the Goddess Fiona, stop, are you blind that you have deviated thirty degrees from course."
"Goddess Fiona, stop" After a loud "boom", the Goddess Fiona, who did not listen to the command, finally stopped.
The loud crash made a muffled sound underwater.
Many people in the bay saw this, and the Fiona Goddess rushed to the reef at great speed, and then got stuck on it.
Anyone with sailing experience understands that this 10,000-ton giant ship is on the beach.
"I'm sorry Mr.
Navigator, there seems to be something wrong with our drivetrain," the crew of the Fiona replied unhurriedly.
There doesn't seem to be a rush at all.
"Why don't you listen to the command, your ship is so big, how much horsepower tugboat will need to drag you back to the deep water," the navigator said in annoyance.
"It's okay, don't rush to rescue us, Mr.
Navigator, you are a good person, something big is going to happen here in a while, I advise you to hurry to the shore" The staff who put on this sentence completely cut off the radio.
The sight of the Fiona Goddess on the beach was soon noticed by the Americans, who were amused to see the big creature stuck on the reef and unable to move.
This is a memorable event that has happened over the years.
At this time, someone saw several black spots suddenly appear on the sea in the distance.
"One, two, three, four, five, why are so many ships docking at Guantanamo today," the soldier standing on the lookout said to himself.
However, at this moment of speaking, the speed of those ships continued unabated, and they rushed straight towards the breakwater of the US military base t1706231537: