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From National Review

Our Islands in the Storm
Carriers as the new phalanxes
December 13, 2002, 8:45 a.m.
Victor Davis Hanson

Sometimes a distinctive weapon -- a Venetian galley or British man-of-war
becomes emblematic of an entire culture. For three centuries, the phalanx --
columns of armored hoplites in a forest of raised spear points -- obliterated
any Persians foolish enough to stand in its way. Plutarch said at the battle
of Plataea that its very look instilled terror, comparing the Greeks'
approach to some sort of enormous aroused hedgehog. "There came over the
entire phalanx," he wrote, "suddenly the look of some ferocious beast as it
wheels at bay and stiffens its bristles."
Picture: Two U.S. Navy S3-B Vikings are launched at the same time from the deck of the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Arabian Sea, November 11, 2001. At left is a row of F/A-18C Hornet fighter-bombers that were launched against Taliban targets a short time later.

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No wonder the vast imperial army of the Persian king collapsed when the
Spartans' spears bore down and ripped it to shreds.

But the phalanx was more than a singularly deadly infantry unit or a psychological weapon of terror. Its dense columns also reflected the solidarity of free men, who willingly donned heavy armor under the Mediterranean sun, crowded with one another in cumbersome rows, marched in unison -- and defined courage as following orders, advancing on command and
in rank, and protecting one's comrade on the left.

Picture: SENT VIA NAVY COMMUNICATIONS--A U.S. Navy traffic director signals to a Navy pilot as he directs him to catapult one on the deck of the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Arabian Sea on Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2001. Steam pours from the catapult slot after each launch of aircraft that are destined for strike missions against the Taliban in Afghanistan.

Aristotle thought the city-state -- the very beginning of Western
civilization -- was identified by the emergence of such a strange way of
fighting. Indeed, the polis arose, he wrote, when a new class of farmers -
Europe's first middle class of free property owners -- began to fight in
unison in these serried ranks, armored columns that other men, whether
aristocrats, the poor, or those outside the Greek world, could not or would
not emulate.

Our aircraft carriers are this nation's phalanxes, at once frightening
weapons and symbols of American freedom. Few countries can build such
behemoths; fewer still operate them with any degree of efficiency. Germany
in its darkest hours never launched a single one. Japan's were long ago sent
to the bottom of the Pacific. Russia's attempts resulted in abysmal failure.
England has a couple, France one -- in the aggregate all lack the power of a
single American carrier. And we have twelve of these colossuses - $5
billion, 80,000-90,000-ton monsters, each home to a crew of 5,000. Their
flight decks cover 4.5 acres, and the 70 (and more) planes on each wield
more destructive power than do most countries.

Picture: SENT VIA NAVY COMMUNICATIONS--A U.S. Navy traffic director signals to a Navy F/A-18C Hornet On the aircraft carrier USS Theodore Roosevelt Thursday, Nov. 15, 2001

Carriers are as much small cities - 15,000 meals served each day -- as they
are ships. Visually their arrival produces a psychological effect not unlike
the approach of B-52s or C-5s, their size, speed, and wake seemingly defying
the laws of nautical physics. Critics cite their costs and vulnerability,
suggesting that robots, drones, and more sophisticated missiles on the
horizon are a better investment. But I am not so sure of their purported
obsolescence.

First, like the phalanx, the American carrier is more than a weapon of
destruction or even a tool of deterrence. It is a microcosm of America
itself at its best. I spent two days recently on the John F. Kennedy and
watched from out in the Atlantic as it unceasingly received and launched
F-14s and F-18s. The average age of its crew seemed about 19 or 20. Most
Americans don't trust their children to take out the family van on Saturday
night; our navy entrusts $50 million jets to teenagers, whose courage and
maturity trump those of most adults.

At Stanford University, where our wealthier and supposedly more educated
reside, silly theme houses exist with names like Casa Zapata and Ujama, as
upscale students are segregated by race in a balkanized and separatist
landscape. My own university in California has auxiliary but separate
graduation ceremonies for Mexican Americans.

By contrast, in the far less comfortable but much more real world of the
Kennedy, blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and whites are indistinguishable in the
manner in which they eat, sleep, and work, united as they are as Americans
in a common cause, not separated by race, class, and tribe.

African-American officers supervise whites, and vice-versa in a meritocracy
where equality is a natural, not an induced, phenomenon. Women fly planes
that men service or the other way around or both. And recently graduated
Naval Academy ensigns learn from tough men with tattoos and calluses who
inhabit primordial places of fire and oil in the ship's bowels or who work
on the flight deck where a momentary lapse in concentration can get one
disemboweled or vaporized in seconds.
US Navy Photograph
crew member gives an "OK" to another who gives a signal an aircraft launch aboard the
USS John C. Stennis at an undisclosed location Saturday, Dec. 15, 2001.

Our universities might do better to mothball Ethnic Studies and send the
entire freshman class to the USS Kennedy for a semester.

Yet these men and women are hardly janissaries. Like Greeks, they are
citizen-soldiers, and so do strange things that a Socrates or Aeschylus, who
fought in the phalanx, might have approved of. Apart from its bombs and
missiles, the Kennedy, like its eleven deadly siblings, has a chapel, library, and hospital. Its media experts produce state-of-the-art videos; its wardroom still displays the paintings of its first skipper, Admiral Yates, who also designed the ship's seal, Latin motto and all.

The Kennedy's present captain, Ronald Henderson, Jr., like the ship's revered
namesake, is a Harvard graduate who prepared for college by reading another
warrior-scholar - Xenophon - in the original Greek. His job description is
deterrence and so mandates that he keep ready at a moment's notice deadly
weapons to convince evil regimes not to dare try attack the United States.
He does that hourly without flaw, seemingly without sleep; but he is also a
skilled university provost of sorts whose vast floating campus accepts
18-year-olds -- who often enter reckless, but who graduate as mature and
experienced citizens for the service and security they give us. Accountants
remind us of the Kennedy's cost, but how can we measure its real worth over
34 years, when some 150,000 Americans have graduated as far better people
from its rigorous curriculum?

Picture: US Marines "Extraction" exercises
A view of the flight deck from a participant in a SPIE
(Special Insertion and Extraction) Demonstration.

During the Cold War there was much talk that such floating airfields were
anachronistic and too vulnerable in a battle of guided missiles and
submarines. But they survived that conflict and evolved in ways that have
made them more, not less critical in the current age of asymmetrical
warfare. Indeed, no carrier has been sunk by hostile fire since World War
II.

In uncertain times we pay no foreign rent for their flight decks nor haggle
with autocrats for permission to use their runways. GPS bombs from the
Kennedy's planes can streak into the windows of terrorists, who would have
trouble even finding such a rapidly moving ship -- it runs faster than most
ski-boats -- blacked out by deep night on a wide ocean. I would prefer to
entrust our jets to our sailors on our own floating runways than to Egyptian
or Saudi or Kuwaiti military police. And so in the hours after September 11,
our president didn't need to ask whether that week the Turks were friendly
or whether Mr. Schroeder might give permission to use German air space.
Instead, he no doubt demanded, "Where are the carriers right now?" [And, as
he is about to go to war, he is asking: "Where are my combat stevedores
right now? ;-)]
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Picture: An F-14 takes off from the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise in the Arabian Sea, Sunday, Oct. 14, 2001.

Presently the open seas are ours; and such 23-storey enforcers go where they
wish and do what they please -- not only ensuring America's freedom, but
guaranteeing that the Japanese can buy oil, the Chinese can ship Wal-Mart
their sundry goods, and our food reaches hungry Africa. Ships that helped
obliterate the Taliban and may do the same to the fascist Republican Guard
in Iraq also save sailors of foreign navies on the high seas who are on the
brink of death and need life-saving operations, or stop to pick up the
anonymous dead who float routinely in the Arabian Sea - careful to notify
surrounding nations of their losses and to provide a dignified Islamic
funeral as if the drowned were our own.

The skill and courage of pilots have transformed the nightmarish -- and,
frankly, terrifying to watch -- ordeal of receiving and launching planes on a
rolling deck into a routine, albeit a deadly one. A half-century history of
training and the tragic lessons learned from hundreds of deaths in peace and
war have all honed pilots' skills to a fine art. These men risk destruction
daily -- to make less money than a middling college professor. They call
"sporty" what we call terrifying. An empty ocean, jet fuel, sparks, heavy
metal, and speed, after all, do not exactly combine to make a safe
environment.

The carrier's efficiency and lethality, however, are not a consequence of
mere technological superiority, but of the dividends of a peculiarly
American set of values. If we gave the Truman to Egypt it would sink on its
maiden voyage. The French Charles de Gaulle I imagine has better food than
the Roosevelt, but far fewer planes and even fewer launches. Israel has
astonishing pilots, but few if any could land on the Vinson. Even the Swiss
or Dutch could not build a Ronald Reagan. China claims they can soon launch
a simulacrum to our carriers; but though they can steal the technology of an
Enterprise, they still cannot emulate the ethic and creed at the heart of
its success -- unless China too first creates a culture of freedom. Carriers,
in other words, are an American thing, and I am glad we at least will never
have to meet such things in battle.

As we ponder the cost of building and manning them -- the newest and last of
its class is to be the George H. W. Bush - we should consider how the value
of such icons transcends the mere tonnage of their weapons.

Tonight we sleep reasonably well in part because the Kennedy and her sisters
do not -- and can turn up anywhere to convey just that message to our
enemies. If we must go to war, and if we must send a half-dozen or so of
these giant and uniquely American ships and our nation's best with them into
harm's way, then let us at least give them the support and assurance to
finish the job and bring them home with victory and resolution rather than
with another decade of no-fly zones and an endless and hazardous stalemate.
Anything less will be beneath the courage of their crews and the deadly
risks they must take.

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[And when it's all over and they are marching down Broadway, they will the
echo of the word of John F. Kennedy:

"Any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life
worthwhile, I think he can respond with a good deal of pride and
satisfaction, 'I have served in the United States Navy.' "