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U.S.S. Buchanan

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El 13 de Junio del 2000 el USS Buchanan tomo parte en los ejercicios RIMPAC 2000 como buque blanco en Pacific Missile Range Facility, al norte de las islas hawaianas de Kauia. Fuerzas Canadienses, Americanas u Australianas trataron de hundirlo por mas de 24 horas. Sufrió tres impactos de misiles Hellfire diparados desde helicopteros SH-60 LAMPS, tres misiles Harpoon disparados por F-111 de la RCAF y P-3 Orion de la US Navy de varios buques aliados; y un GBU-24 (bomba guiada por laser de 24.000 lbs). El torpedo MK-48 del USS Buffalo que lo debia hundr funciono mal y el Buchanan quedo a flote toda la noche. En la mañana del 14 de Junio, un grupo de demolicion lo abordó y le coloco 200 lbs de C-4 en lugares determinados. 16 minutos y 3 segundos luego de prender las cargas el Buchanan con gracia se fué al fondo con la proa hacia abajo, bajo las aguas del Oceano Pacifico. A las 21:26:30Z (11:26:30 AM HST) del 14 de Junio del 2000 Davy Jones le toco el silbato de bienvenida a bordo en su lugar final de descanso de 22:54.38N, 160:27.68W , 64 millas nauticas de tierra en 2540 fathoms de agua. Un tripulante escribio este poema, que es muy dificil de traducir correctamente: A Tough and Gallant Lady The glory days
were over, after a long and proud career, On the wrong end
of a tow line, trailing in NAVAJO's wake, BUCHANAN was her
name, a feisty DDG, Pulled behind a
fleet tug, enroute a point offshore, Knowing what was
coming, she declined a show of fright, First she shook
her shackles, to once again be free, Beneath the
morning sun, another beautiful Hawaiian day, One dart hit to starboard, another burst up high, Next came a fast Aussie, a F-111 from the "
down under," Now hit three times, she stood to take some more, Two warheads hit to port, forward of the gun, A repeat of the HELLFIREs, again they numbered two, "Death from above," failed to get the job
done, But again it was a TM round, with little bang for
the buck, A third warhead 'POON, up on the bow to port, Next came that F-111, from down ol' King's Cross
way, Two bombs left her wings, to even up the score, Forward of the ASROC, where her mast had once
stood, Ten times they'd made her shudder, and injured did
she feel, No planes left to throw at her, the ships had also
left, Sleek and silent, did the fast attack creep, But BUCHANAN's luck held, and a hit was not
achieved, The weight of the fleet, they'd thrown at her
today, She knew deep in her heart, that her time was
coming near, But she had taken everything, they could throw at
her today, So when it is her time, to go down and sleep with
Davy,
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