However, he tried one more tack. With just nineteen frigates and destroyers left in the Royal Navy after the last round of defense cuts, Bush knew that the Task Group would be lucky to get more than a handful of escorts to provide the all-important anti-submarine and anti-aircraft defense systems needed to ensure the protection of Queen Elizabeth. Some were in long-term, planned refit, others in dock for servicing and repairs, yet others in far-flung parts of the world, and while they might be making best speed to return, they would not be back in time to join the Task Group before it sailed. Back when the Royal Navy had a fleet of some size they had always been able to make do when a crisis unexpectedly erupted. Now the navy was so small—“lean” was a favorite expression spouted by politicians trying to sell a negative as a positive—there was no longer anything to spare in the cupboard.

“Sir, are you happy with the makeup of the Task Group?” he asked Narborough.

The Captain narrowed his eyes. “What’s bugging you, Number One?” he demanded in his high-pitched, nasal voice. “We’ll have the amphibious ship Bulwark with a Royal Marine Commando on board along with us. I’d hoped for the second amphibious ship, Albion, as well, but sadly . . . well . . . you know how it is. After the last round of cuts we can’t man both of them as well as the carrier any longer. As for escorts, Fleet HQ has promised two Type 45s: Daring and Dauntless. They’re the most capable destroyers ever launched, as well as the world’s best air-defense ships. Our anti-submarine protection will be provided by the hunter-killer sub Astute—and there’s no better way to defend against subs than with another sub. Our anti-sub escorts will be two Type 23s: Kent and Lancaster. So, together with our two Royal Fleet Auxiliaries for logistic support, I reckon we’ll be quite a punchy Task Group.” Narborough looked pleased.

Bush knew his time was running out but decided to press on, although he knew when to concede a point.