CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Commander Ali Mahasi stood upon the bow of the Jamar, an Iranian Moudge-class frigate and lead ship of the blockade facing the Persian Gulf. He scratched at his dark beard idly; it was a tic he had developed years earlier, scratching at his chin whenever he was in a particularly pensive position—as he found himself currently.
The Jamar was a ninety-five-meter-long ship, among the larger vessels in the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, outfitted with anti-submarine torpedoes, surface-to-air missiles, and anti-ship box launchers.
Yet the threat that they faced currently was hardly one they were prepared to deal with.
Ship from the United States’ Fifth Fleet had come from seemingly every direction, less than a mile between them and the Strait of Hormuz, where the Ira
