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  "description": "Experience and the confidence it produces are great assets. But it can be overdone. ",
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  "publishedAt": "2026-04-10T20:00:06.000Z",
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  "textContent": "_Continued from_ The Pipeline: Doubt.\n\n_An excerpt from_ Ian’s_journal, April 2014._\n\nI may not have been an expert tactician or an authority on the Aegis Weapons System, but I knew ship driving.\n\nI was a midshipman who steamed a nuclear cruiser in formation. An ensign the captain assigned to the most challenging situations. A department head exclusively trusted to coach conning officers when leaving or entering port.\n\nI can drive the hell out of a ship. When it came time to practice in the simulators, I knew I could finally prove to myself that I deserved to be in the Surface Commanders Course.\n\nOur class broke up into groups of three for each session. On this afternoon, the instructor placed the three of us in near perfect conditions for our first attempt at landing a ship on a pier. A slight onsetting breeze. Near slack current. Clear visibility.\n\nI had done this so many times as a department head. Naturally, I volunteered to go first.\n\nWith the simulator in run, I aligned the ship in the center of the channel, marked the bearing to the south corner of the pier and put on a left full rudder to bring us into the slip slightly left of center. Perfect.\n\nAligned in the slip, parallel to a ship moored next to my assigned berth, it was time to reduce speed. As a department head on a frigate, we would start the auxiliary propulsion unit on the bow to balance our single screw pushing ahead. So, I attempted the same idea on a destroyer.\n\n“Port engine ahead one third, starboard engine back one third,” I ordered.\n\nThe instructor took a deep breath. My two classmates whispered. I knew my approach was unconventional, but I also knew they would come to understand my plan as it unfolded.\n\nI checked speed through the water, expecting a cool three knots.\n\nZero.  _What?_\n\nSpeed dropped almost immediately. A ship without propulsion is at Mother Nature’s mercy, and the sea teaches you that Mother Nature couldn’t care less about your puny little ship. The ship’s heading fell slowly to the left as the wind set her down right onto the other ship.\n\nI needed to regain control, and fast.\n\n“All engines ahead one third.”\n\nAnother gasp.\n\n“All … all engines ahead one third for three knots,” I stammered.\n\nThe ship moved in slow motion past the other ship, bollards and light posts gliding through my narrowing vision. I crossed my arms to hide my shaking hands.\n\n_Control the stern. With a twist? Left rudder, right? Wait. The bow! It's falling toward the pier. What's the order for a tug? Frigates don’t need tugs. How do the vectors work?_\n\n_What do I do?_\n\nNine thousand tons of steel continued to slide toward an immovable object.\n\n“All stop!”\n\nIt was all I could manage. I felt like a fish on a boat struggling to breathe.\n\nBy some cosmic act of mercy, the onsetting breeze was just enough to set the ship on the pier gently, and her forward momentum stopped fifty feet from the quay wall. Dead quiet but for the whine of the gas turbine engines and the ringing in my ears.\n\nThe room felt so hot and so cold. I wanted to fold inward, to collapse like a dying star until I disappeared.\n\nI turned around. My classmates had their hands in their pockets and eyes on their shoes. The instructor stood stone faced.\n\n“Captain,” he growled, “you gave up the ship.”\n\nTo be continued_..._\n\n_This is a work of fiction based on actual events._\n\n* * *\n\n_**Like what you’ve been reading?** Please consider subscribing _for free_ to receive every new post directly in your inbox. Click “Subscribe” below:_\n\nSubscribe\n\n _I only ask for an email address so I know where to send it._\n\n**_If you know someone who may be interested, please pass this along!_**\n\n* * *\n\n_**Have a question or any feedback?** Please leave a comment - I'd love to hear from you! You have a couple options:_\n\n  1. _You can send me a comment directly using_ this contact form_. It will not be posted publicly, and I will do my best to respond quickly._\n  2. _If you are a subscriber, you can also comment directly on this post._\n\n",
  "title": "The Pipeline: Shame",
  "updatedAt": "2026-04-17T20:14:21.406Z"
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