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"...Silent, deadly, stolen..." Submarine crews are in search of the Russian Submarine, Red October. Captain Ramius and his crew have stolen this Typhoon Class "Boomer" and are defecting. Everyone is after the Red October. The Russians want it sunk. The Americans just want it. |
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"Sub Quals" |
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| Students watch the movie, "Hunt for Red October", as the instructors graphically describe the plot on the white board. | images/HFRO
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| Each day, prior to watching the video, students practice plotting headings, bearings, and ranges. | images/hfro sb 3.jpg | |||
| Plotting is practiced in math and science classes also. During the game students must plot accurately and use good strategy to catch the Red October. | images/HFRO
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Duties |
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Captain:
Makes final decisions and selects strategy after receiving information from the crew. |
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Radioman:
Receives and sends message traffic through the game controller. |
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Quartermaster:
Plots positions of all known contacts on team's plot chart. |
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Sonar
Technician: Reads sonar graphs to identify contacts. |
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Community & Parent Volunteers |
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Bravo Zulu |
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(selected) Lyrics and Music by Basil Poledouris Russian Translation by Herman Sinitzen |
| Holodna hmoora.
Eemruchnoh v'doosheh Kak mohg znat ya shtoh tee oomriosh? |
Cold, hard,
empty. Light that has left me, How could I know that you would die? |
| Do svidonia,
byehreg rodnoy Kak nam troodnag pridstahvit shtoh eto nyeh sohn. Rodina, dom radnoy, Do svidonia Rodina. |
Farewell
again, our dear land. So h ard for us to imagine that it's real, and not a dream. Motherland, native home, Farewell, our Motherland. |
| Ay. Avepakhod,
avepakhod, nass val nahmarskaya zhdyot nyehdazh dyotsyah. Nass zah vootmarskaya dah, ee preeboy! |
Let's go;
the sea is waiting for us. The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides! |