Paul had no idea how his words were being received by the members of the court-martial or any of the spectators or even Wakeman himself. He kept his eyes locked on Lieutenant Commander Garrity, afraid his composure might be rattled beyond repair if he saw negative reactions too clearly displayed. "Yes, ma'am. That's what I said."
"Given that interpretation, did Captain Wakeman's actions fall within the parameters set by his orders?"
"Yes, ma'am, I would argue that they did in most cases." There was a rustling sound, as of people whispering and moving, but Paul stayed fixed on Garrity.
"You think Captain Wakeman did the right thing in every instance cited by the prosecution?"
Paul licked his lips, trying to wet his dry mouth and throat before answering. This one question could make or break my credibility. Careful. Careful. "No, ma'am. I do not think he did what I would personally consider the right thing in every instance."
"Then why are you defending the fact that he took such actions, Ensign Sinclair?"
"I'm not defending Captain Wakeman's actions. I'm not saying they were right. I'm saying that his orders could be interpreted by a reasonable person to have authorized Captain Wakeman to do much of what he did."
"You're saying he acted according to his orders."
"In most cases, yes, ma'am."
"Because those orders were worded broadly enough, vaguely enough, that they authorized Captain Wakeman tremendous freedom to act in carrying out a mission he was required to carry out."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't you believe Captain Wakeman should be held accountable for the errors in judgment he made as a result?"
Paul stared at her, perplexed. Why is she arguing against Wakeman? Or is she just trying to bring out stuff Wilkes is sure to bring out when he gets a shot at me? "Yes, ma'am. We all have to be held accountable when we make mistakes. But if you give me an order, and word it so vaguely that I'm not sure what it is I'm supposed to do or how, and I guess wrong, then I'm not the only one responsible for whatever happens. Whoever issued the orders shares responsibility."
"You're saying Captain Wakeman's errors occurred as a result of the orders he was operating under? That therefore holding him solely accountable for those errors would be . . . what?"
"Unjust, ma'am." Another rustle of sound. Paul hoped he wasn't sweating, at least not so anyone could tell.
Garrity came to stand directly before Paul, her face stern. "Let's establish something for the record, Ensign Sinclair. Do you like Captain Wakeman?"
"Ma'am?"
"Captain Wakeman. Do you like him? As an individual?"
"No, ma'am."
"Do you respect him? Do you think he was a good commanding officer?"
Paul licked his lips again. "No, ma'am."
"A good leader?"
"No, ma'am."
"Did you personally agree with most of the decisions made by Captain Wakeman during the period leading up and including the encounter with the SASAL ship?"
"No, ma'am."
"Then why are you here, Ensign Sinclair? Why did you volunteer to testify in his defense? For a man you neither like nor respect as a commanding officer?"
"Because . . . I thought it was my duty to do so."
"Your duty? To strive for what result?"
"A just result, ma'am."
"Thank you, Ensign Sinclair. No further questions."
Paul took several deep breaths as Garrity walked back to the defense table, then stopped, afraid of hyperventilating. He kept his eyes lowered and unfocused, not willing to scan the crowd of spectators.
"Trial counsel, you may cross-examine."
Commander Wilkes walked briskly up to the witness stand, then eyed Paul with just a trace of disdain apparent. "Ensign Sinclair, how long you have been a naval officer?"
Paul had expected a question along those lines. "Almost five years, sir."
Wilkes raised one skeptical eyebrow. "Five years? I'm not talking about time at the Academy, Ensign. I'm asking how long you've been a commissioned naval officer."
"Almost five years, sir."
Captain Nguyen broke into whatever Wilkes had been planning to say next. "Excuse me, Commander Wilkes, Captain Holmes. Midshipmen at the US Naval Academy are commissioned naval officers. Ensign Sinclair's answer is accurate."
Wilkes nodded, recovering quickly. "Thank you, Captain. Let me put it this way, Ensign Sinclair. Aside from periods spent in school or training, how much time have you spent in actual fleet operations?"
The question stung coming from Wilkes, someone Paul was certain had never spent a day in the fleet, but Paul kept his voice from betraying that emotion. "About six months, sir."
"Six months? That's all?"
"Yes, sir."
"Whereas Commander Garcia has over sixteen years of fleet experience?"
"Yes, sir."
"And whereas Lieutenant Sindh has six years of fleet experience? But you only have six months?"
Lieutenant Commander Garrity stood. "If it please the court, trial counsel is badgering the witness. The defense is prepared to stipulate that Ensign Sinclair has relatively less fleet experience than the other officers who have testified."
Judge Holmes nodded. "Very well. Let the record so stipulate. Move on, Commander Wilkes."
"Yes, Your Honor. Ensign Sinclair, how would you characterize your performance as a fleet officer?"
"Objection."
"Sustained. Commander Wilkes, copies of Ensign Sinclair's fitness evaluations to date have been entered in the court records. We don't need to go over that ground in your questioning."
"Yes, Your Honor. Ensign Sinclair, your legal experience is limited to four weeks, isn't that correct?"
"No, sir. My legal training is limited to four weeks. Since reporting to the Michaelson and being designated the ship's legal officer, I have been involved in legal issues on almost a daily basis."
"I see. Do you think this qualifies you as a lawyer?"
"No, sir."
"Do you aspire to be a lawyer?"
"No, sir."
Wilkes indicated his data link. "I have a supplemental statement from Commander Garcia which I'd like to enter into the record. Commander Garcia states in it that Ensign Sinclair used his legal duties as an excuse to avoid carrying out his line officer duties."
Judge Holmes looked over at Garrity. "You're not objecting?"
Garrity stood and smiled. "No, your honor. The defense would also like to enter a supplemental statement into the record. A statement from Commander Herdez, Commander Garcia's superior officer, to the effect that Ensign Sinclair spent time on ship's legal officer duties only in direct response to tasking from her and Captain Wakeman."
"I see. This appears to come down to a personnel management issue. What would the members recommend?"
Admiral Fowler grinned. "Let's junk both of them."
Wilkes actually looked rattled for a moment. "Admiral?"
"You heard me. I don't see where entering these statements into the record will prove anything. I'm sympathetic to the feelings of a department head that one of his subordinates is being diverted from his primary duties by a collateral duty. But I am also sympathetic to the demands made upon the time of a junior officer and the need to devote time to responding to appropriate collateral duty tasking from his superiors. Unless Commander Garcia's statement contains an itemized list of incidents and times where Ensign Sinclair failed to carry out his primary duties as a result of lower-priority tasks related to his job as ship's legal officer, I don't regard it as proving anything. Captain Nguyen? Captain Feres?"
Nguyen nodded. "I agree, Admiral."
Feres frowned, then nodded as well. "I can see grounds for complaint on Garcia's part but . . . yes, Admiral. There's no point in introducing these statements."
"Captain Valdez? Captain Bolton? Do you also agree? It's unanimous, Captain Holmes."
Wilkes seemed ready to continue to his argument, but Judge Holmes forestalled him with one ha
nd held up in a stop gesture. "It's decided, Commander Wilkes. The members make a persuasive case. Neither supplemental statement will be entered into the court record. Please continue with your questioning of Ensign Sinclair."
"Yes, Your Honor. Ensign Sinclair, when Captain Wakeman prepared to fire a warning shot at the SASAL ship, did he ask you for advice on his authority to do so?"
"Yes, sir."
"And what did you tell him regarding his use of force at that point?"
"I told him that my interpretation of our orders was that they authorized him to fire the warning shot."
"You told the captain he could fire on the SASAL ship?"
"No. Sir. I told the captain our orders said he had discretion to act as he deemed necessary and appropriate. That was about firing a warning shot across the bow. The issue of actually firing on the ship was never addressed to me."
"Didn't Commander Herdez, the ship's executive officer, question the captain openly about the wisdom of firing that warning shot?"
"Yes, sir, she did. That's why the captain asked for my opinion on whether our orders authorized him to do it."
"So, in the face of obvious concern by the ship's executive officer, you told Captain Wakeman that he pretty much had a free ticket to do whatever he wanted?"
Paul took a moment to answer, trying to ensure his voice remained steady. Experience in reporting to, and being chewed out by, seniors like Garcia and Wakeman gave him the confidence to do so. "No, sir. The Captain asked me about whether our orders authorized him to fire a warning shot. I told him I thought they could be interpreted to do so."
"Didn't that warning shot cause the SASAL ship to change course and precipitate the events which led to Captain Wakeman destroying that ship?"
"Objection. We cannot determine the cause of the SASAL ship's actions."
"I'll rephrase the question. Didn't the SASAL ship immediately change course after the Michaelson fired that warning shot, a course change which led to Captain Wakeman's decision to fire on the ship?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you bear some of the responsibility for this tragedy as well, don't you?"
"Objection. The preliminary investigation of these events did not implicate Ensign Sinclair as being in any way responsible."
Wilkes shook his head. "Perhaps that conclusion should be revisited. If Ensign Sinclair's advice led Captain Wakeman to take a decisive action, his role in this should be closely examined."
Garrity faced the judge even though she addressed her question to Wilkes. "Are you claiming Ensign Sinclair's advice was inaccurate or incorrect to the best of his knowledge at the time?"
"I don't have to claim that. If he told his captain something that helped precipitate the chain of events which led to the destruction of another ship, then that taints his testimony."
"Wait a minute," Admiral Fowler interrupted the lawyers' verbal sparring. "Captain Holmes, may I?"
"Certainly, Admiral."
"Commander Wilkes, you seem to be asking Ensign Sinclair why he answered to the best of his ability a question put to him by his commanding officer. Captain Wakeman asked Sinclair what their orders said regarding his discretion to act. In response, Sinclair provided the information his commanding officer asked for. As my mother always says, 'what're you gonna do?'"
"That's right," Captain Feres agreed. "What was Ensign Sinclair's alternative? Are you suggesting Sinclair should have refused to answer, or provided information he believed to be incorrect?"
Commander Wilkes smiled briefly. "No, sir. Of course not. But if Ensign Sinclair's advice contributed to the course of action followed by Captain Wakeman, then that would motivate Ensign Sinclair to attempt to exonerate Captain Wakeman and, by extension, himself."
Fowler frowned, looking at his fellow officers to either side. "That seems like a real Catch-22 to me, Commander. If he gave his captain bad advice, then he's indeed guilty of contributing to these unfortunate events. But you're saying if he gave his captain good advice, or simply advice which to the best of his knowledge accurately reflected a portion of the orders under which they were operating, then he's still guilty because he'd be motivated by a desire to exonerate himself. Your line of questioning doesn't seem to leave Ensign Sinclair any proper course of action to follow. I repeat, what're you gonna do?"
Lieutenant Commander Garrity turned to face the judge. "If it please the court, I'd like to stipulate that during the verbal exchange in question Ensign Sinclair gave Captain Wakeman a response which to the best of his knowledge accurately reflected the information in the relevant portion of their operating instructions."
Commander Wilkes shook his head. "I would object to such a stipulation, sir."
Holmes twisted one corner of her mouth, looking towards the members to gauge their feelings. "I'm not willing to declare that Ensign Sinclair's advice was necessarily correct, but there's a presumption it reflected a reasonable interpretation of the Michaelson's orders unless the trial counsel is willing to provide evidence to the contrary. Do you intend to present such evidence, Commander Wilkes?"
"No, your honor. I am not prepared to do that."
"Very well. Objection sustained. Commander Garrity's objection, that is. You may continue your questioning, Commander Wilkes."
Wilkes eyed Paul for a moment, his face hardening. "Ensign Sinclair. You've indicated you have little legal training and little fleet experience. You earlier stated you dislike your captain personally and professionally. Your department head expressed dissatisfaction with your performance as one of his subordinates. Are you prepared to state why you believe your testimony has any value compared to the other witnesses who have appeared before this court?"
"Objection. Trial counsel is harassing the witness."
The judge looked to the members once more. "Do the members of the court-martial believe the witness should be compelled to answer this question?"
Admiral Fowler nodded. "I'd certainly like to hear Ensign Sinclair's reply."
"Overruled. The witness is directed to answer the question."
Paul hesitated. And it's a real good question, isn't it? Why should anyone care what I have to say? Not enough experience and a lot of screw-ups in the little experience I have had. He still didn't look around, still afraid of what he might see on the faces of the others in the courtroom. Jen believes in me. I hope. Does anyone else. Do I? Ever since I reported to the Michaelson I've been wondering whether I can handle this. Whether I'm good enough. Whether in a couple of more years I'll be another Jan Tweed, hiding from my bosses and from myself.
Reporting to the Michaelson. Worried. All too aware of his inexperience. The first member of the crew he'd encountered, the man who'd brought him across the gangplank to the quarterdeck for the first time. Senior Chief Kowalski. "You're doin' okay, sir. I think you're a good officer." Even as he recalled that brief bit of praise, Paul knew it held the answer he wanted. Paul looked straight at Commander Wilkes. "I believe my testimony has value because I am an officer in the United States Navy, sir."
Wilkes stared back for a long moment, then turned away. "No further questions."
Judge Holmes looked to Lieutenant Commander Garrity. "Do you wish to redirect?"
"No, your honor. No further questions."
"Do the members of the court-martial wish to question Ensign Sinclair?"
"I do." Admiral Fowler regarded Paul for a moment, while Paul tried to fight down dizziness born of mixed tension and relief that the bout with the lawyers was over. "Ensign Sinclair, what was your major at the Academy?"
"International Relations, sir."
"A bull major, huh?" Non-technical majors at the Academy were always labeled bull majors on the assumption that unlike hard science they primarily involved something similar to the end product of a bull's digestive process. "I guess you did a lot of reading."
"Yes, sir."
"Do you figure you're an expert on language as a result?"
"No, sir."
"What about l
egal language? Do you understand that real well?"
Paul swallowed before answering. "No, sir. Not real well. Enough to get by."
"You seem to have some pretty firm opinions about what those orders meant. How do you square that with what you say is your lack of expert language abilities?"
For some reason, that question caused defiance to flare briefly in Paul. "Sir, I didn't think operational orders were supposed to require experts in legal language in order to understand them."
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