Six Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean

When I first hear this song I only knew the title and not what it was about and I honestly felt like I was trapped at the bottom of the ocean when I listened to this for the first time. Then I found out about the history.

When the Kursk went down and the international media homed in on the plight of the 118 submariners trapped in the vessel at the bottom of the Barents Sea, I thought of the millions of other souls whose lives were surrendered to Soviet communism.
In August 2000, not quite 10 years after Soviet communism turned belly up before the eyes of the world, those 118 people just doing their jobs died in a Soviet-built, torpedo-laden submarine, at the mercy of Russian rescuers. They, like millions before them, had paid the ultimate price for the vanity of Leninism.
The British television journalist Robert Moore meticulously pieces together every minute of the increasingly frantic effort to save the submariners, who, he summises, must have known there was a good chance Russian rescuers would fail to reach them in time. The thought probably didn’t occur to them that foreigners might want to assist in the rescue.
During an exercise in home waters with 32 Northern Fleet ships and three other friendly submarines, one of the Kursk’s torpedos exploded. Most of the sub’s men died instantly, but those who survived the blast were, like their fallen comrades, trained for every possibility except the one they now faced.
They knew how long they could survive, battling with each other for oxygen. They knew that every breath each of them drew was one not available to the others. They knew, too, that had fewer survived the explosion, the survivors might have lived longer. Even so, they could not have survived.