Book 2 - Letters From The North
Murmansk By Richard Hardenburg British Salmoa Times Correspondent, on board USCGC Healy, Arctic Ocean As the Polar Night settles over the Arctic Ocean, the USCGC Healy holds steady against the dark. From its deck, I look back on the extraordinary days of the Severnaya Zemlya Expedition. To make sense of them, I must set them down in order. On November 8th, we flew to Murmansk aboard a Russian Il-96, shadowed by a Sukhoi Su-35S in blue digital camouflage. Passengers pressed to the windows, uneasy at the fighter’s presence, a reminder that even at thirty-five thousand feet, we were never beyond reach. Minutes before landing, a woman in a navy-blue uniform stepped to the front of the cabin, picked up the aircraft’s microphone, and spoke. “Good evening. My name is Senior Lieutenant Ludmilla Smirnov, and I am a coordinator for the expedition. Due to recent events, the expedition’s directors have made changes to accommodations in Murmansk, and we will be temporarily staying at th...