Kings Bay in Georgia erased decades of lax security and personnel procedures in the months following the sinking of USS Georgia with all hands. One operational method they used was never admitting when or how they spent time in dock, even when undergoing long term repairs or maintenance. As the months turned into years and then decades, historians know that Georgia retired or lost some of their ballistic missile submarines as maintenance became harder and more expensive. But they never admitted it. All boats remained on their fleet registers and were officially “on patrol” at all times. Even their funding and expenditures remained at a level required to operate their entire official fleet. They banned funerals and memorial stones for crewmembers who died in the line of duty. Social media presences remained active, and letters continued to go to family as usual. Pay accrued and was deposited into family accounts as usual until they officially died of old age or a random illness that had nothing to do with their duty on board a nuclear boat. Because all of Georgia’s boats continued to operate as the final deterrent to any foreign power that may have ill intent towards America. Everybody knew it was a lie at the time, but no one knew where the lie was, so they had to treat the lies as possibly true.
The ballistic missile submarine crews from Kings Bay became far more distrustful of strangers after the USS Georgia was sunk. Their screening procedures became far more intensive, and they held themselves further apart from the other American military services. They overhauled their training systems and followed more vigorous policies when it came to removing people from the boats for what was once considered minor reasons. Anyone or anything could be a threat to them after all. So it was only prudent to remove as many threats as possible to reduce the chances of Bad Things happening. And they became even more determined to disappear into the oceans whenever they deployed. Decades of lax policies were trimmed and they became the wraiths of the oceans once more, keeping away from both their foes and their friends. Assuming they had any friends of course.
The ballistic missile submarine crews who made Kings Bay their home became more insular after one of their number followed Federal orders to fire on America before being immediately sunk. They had always been a bit squirrelly by the metrics of other sailors, but they withdrew further after that incident. They were angry at the friends who pulled the trigger, on both sides. They never wanted to see anything like that happen again, and so they set about making certain it never would. Their first action was to investigate all current crewmembers for potential foreign or Federal entanglements, and then unilaterally kicked dozens of men and women off the literal boat. They changed the screening procedures that investigated potential crewers for submarine duty, and improved their psychological and financial support structure. Georgia desperately wanted to keep them in Kings Bay and supported every effort to reform and rebuild. Against all odds, they succeeded.
Kings Bay in Georgia had been a ballistic missile submarine base for over half a century when the Second Great Depression began. The crews were famous for remaining underwater, acting like holes in the ocean, for months on end. Always ready to fire missiles that could end civilization as we knew it. Aware that if the balloon ever went up, they could be the last surviving Americans in the world. Or that some Soviet or Chinese attack submarine could kill them before they knew it. Mutually Assured Destruction was the entire basis of their existence. They hoped they would never be required to fire their weapons, but if they did, they would kill as many Soviets, Russians, Chinese, or whatever the target of the decade was. Then one of their number fired missiles on America. On Virginia. The worst part for the crews of Kings Bay is that the crew that fired on home was not a phantom threat to them. They knew each other. They went to the bars together. Many had served on every boat. They were faces and names and friends. And then other Americans killed them after they followed the worst orders in the world. It is impossible to underestimate how that affected them.
There were three American submarine bases on the East Coast when the Second Great Depression began. New London in Connecticut, Kings Bay in Georgia, and Norfolk in Virginia. The sinking of USS Georgia after it fired nuclear missiles on Virginia would have drastic effects on all three bases. Connecticut would join the New England Federation when it formed, just as Georgia and Virginia would join the Confederation of Dixie in time. But the submarine service was united in its wish to not be ordered to fire on Americans again. No matter which flavor of Americans they were. Which is why, once the Convention of States reformed the Federal government, the submarine bases became joint commands of the States they resided in and the new Federal government. With the binding agreement that they would never be deployed against any other American State. Ever. Under any circumstances.
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