National Geographic : 1965 Feb
I looked down at the deck where two six-inch hoses were joined to the ship's fueling connections. Abruptly they parted and went snaking overboard into the roiling water, spewing oil as they went. Captain Colbert took over from the young officer of the deck. "Left 10 degrees rudder," he commanded. Then-"Left 20 degrees rudder ... left 30 degrees rudder." And then-"All engines ahead flank." We turned sharply to port and pulled away from the helpless, wal lowing tanker, which was sheering toward us. Our deck was covered with oil where the hoses had been disconnected, and the sailors were thoroughly splashed by it. But there wasn't one of us who didn't feel like cheering. Later that Sunday, I saw another kind of replenishment-the spir itual kind. After our chaplain conducted religious services for our 1,500 officers and men, Boston sent him out to the smaller ships. That day he would conduct six or more services, transferring from ship to ship by highline. Emerging into an Arctic world of eerie silence and icy beauty, the nuclear submarine Skate shatters the polar pack in March, 1959. Her skipper, Comdr. James F. Calvert, made the picture 300 miles from the North Pole at one of numerous "skylights" of thin ice in the 12-foot-thick frozen cover. On the historic voyage, Skate surfaced 10 times-once squarely at the Pole. Navy icebreaker Atka smashes through frozen Antarctic seas, sculptured by raging winds into fantastic crags. She keeps channels open in the summer season (September to March) to support Americans quartered at the bottom of the world.