Land of Flatwater: Protect and Survive Middle America
- Thread starter Chipperback
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From Roma to Kassel to Geneva (Nebraska that is)
Protect and Survive before the war heats up. Mario Rossi has an update coming
Once his update is in, then Land of Flatwater joins Mac, Patton and Stalkere on the other side.
(Sorry, Mr. Bragg. That song has been in my head all morning)
”GOOD AFTERNOON NEBRASKA! What’s left of it, I’m Otis XII.”
”And I’m Diver Dan Doomey…And this is US…on, can you believe this? Nebraska Public Radio?”
”Yes, it’s true,” Otis XII said in his familiar smooth style. “We are together in a ‘secure’ location. At least more secure than I-80 is right now.”
Otis loaded a cart, “knock-knock-knock-knock-knock CAN DAVE COME OUT AND PLAY?”
”Don’t worry,” Otis reassured, “He’ll be along later.”
"Next up…we got a flashback for you…Something we are all trying to do. Those Gibb boys out next at 12:05, on….dang, this station needs a better name.”
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Colfax County Airstrip – Monday February 20, 1984 11:30am CST/1730 ZULU
"I pledge that I will serve faithfully in the Civil Air Patrol Cadet Program, and that I will attend meetings regularly, participate actively in unit activities, obey my officers, wear my uniform properly, and advance my education and training rapidly to prepare myself to be of service to my community, state, and nation.”
"Congratulations," Beechcraft Bob said. "You are all members of the Nebraska Civil Patrol Emergency Cadet Auxiliary. Due to the extreme emergency, flight training and your uniforms will be delayed, but I am very pleased that you have come out to help. I know you are scared, but our area, our state and our country need us. Let's get these planes unloaded."
Chip was one of two-dozen kids who showed up, to help unload emergency supplies for the hospital. A dozen Cessnas flew in with medicines, and equipment.
It was a chance for Chip to get to know the rest of the cadet unit. If nothing else. He was making new friends, and continuing to get close to an old friend. Jill was there, too.
Chip's dad volunteered him. He wanted Chip to stay busy and stay away was watching the news. Every box taken out of the planes served as reminder enough.
Bundesautobahn A6 near Heilbronn, Germany –Monday February 20, 1984 –same time
Wir laufen 'rein in Düsseldorf City
Und treffen Iggy Pop und David Bowie
Trans Europa Express.
“Fire!” Tony yelled to the Gunner. The new guy again brought the shell across the Warsaw Pact tank. It impacted and cause a solid bit of damage. One of the other members of the team, Bundeswehr armor in a Leopard made the killshot. The force holding a Soviet advance to the Northwest was part of a united net along the plains and forests outside of Stuttgart. On this line there are at least one combat troop from all the members of NATO. The Bad News Bears Go To War.
Tony gripped the controllers of his tank the way a lover would his woman. The tank was his, and for the last five days...He has driven an Abrams harder than anybody in this war. He may be weary. He may hungry. He may be living on pure fear, hate, love and adrenalin. But he was still alive, and he had a promise to keep."
WATCHTOWER to GROUP DEFIANT...New contact 15 clicks moving Northwest. INTERCEPT AND DESTROY....AIR SUPPORT TO FOLLOW.
"Chip," Tony thought. "This next kill is for you Lil' Man.
coming next: The Plan. The Woman Behind The Man. The Endgame.
"This is an Emergency Notification Message for the State of Nebraska...Important instructions will follow."
A special Nebraska welcome to DrakonFin!!! Land Of Sad Songs -- Protect and Survive Finland!
Protect and Survive before the war heats up. Mario Rossi has an update coming
Once his update is in, then Land of Flatwater joins Mac, Patton and Stalkere on the other side.
(Sorry, Mr. Bragg. That song has been in my head all morning)
”GOOD AFTERNOON NEBRASKA! What’s left of it, I’m Otis XII.”
”And I’m Diver Dan Doomey…And this is US…on, can you believe this? Nebraska Public Radio?”
”Yes, it’s true,” Otis XII said in his familiar smooth style. “We are together in a ‘secure’ location. At least more secure than I-80 is right now.”
Otis loaded a cart, “knock-knock-knock-knock-knock CAN DAVE COME OUT AND PLAY?”
”Don’t worry,” Otis reassured, “He’ll be along later.”
"Next up…we got a flashback for you…Something we are all trying to do. Those Gibb boys out next at 12:05, on….dang, this station needs a better name.”
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Colfax County Airstrip – Monday February 20, 1984 11:30am CST/1730 ZULU
"I pledge that I will serve faithfully in the Civil Air Patrol Cadet Program, and that I will attend meetings regularly, participate actively in unit activities, obey my officers, wear my uniform properly, and advance my education and training rapidly to prepare myself to be of service to my community, state, and nation.”
"Congratulations," Beechcraft Bob said. "You are all members of the Nebraska Civil Patrol Emergency Cadet Auxiliary. Due to the extreme emergency, flight training and your uniforms will be delayed, but I am very pleased that you have come out to help. I know you are scared, but our area, our state and our country need us. Let's get these planes unloaded."
Chip was one of two-dozen kids who showed up, to help unload emergency supplies for the hospital. A dozen Cessnas flew in with medicines, and equipment.
It was a chance for Chip to get to know the rest of the cadet unit. If nothing else. He was making new friends, and continuing to get close to an old friend. Jill was there, too.
Chip's dad volunteered him. He wanted Chip to stay busy and stay away was watching the news. Every box taken out of the planes served as reminder enough.
Bundesautobahn A6 near Heilbronn, Germany –Monday February 20, 1984 –same time
Wir laufen 'rein in Düsseldorf City
Und treffen Iggy Pop und David Bowie
Trans Europa Express.
“Fire!” Tony yelled to the Gunner. The new guy again brought the shell across the Warsaw Pact tank. It impacted and cause a solid bit of damage. One of the other members of the team, Bundeswehr armor in a Leopard made the killshot. The force holding a Soviet advance to the Northwest was part of a united net along the plains and forests outside of Stuttgart. On this line there are at least one combat troop from all the members of NATO. The Bad News Bears Go To War.
Tony gripped the controllers of his tank the way a lover would his woman. The tank was his, and for the last five days...He has driven an Abrams harder than anybody in this war. He may be weary. He may hungry. He may be living on pure fear, hate, love and adrenalin. But he was still alive, and he had a promise to keep."
WATCHTOWER to GROUP DEFIANT...New contact 15 clicks moving Northwest. INTERCEPT AND DESTROY....AIR SUPPORT TO FOLLOW.
"Chip," Tony thought. "This next kill is for you Lil' Man.
coming next: The Plan. The Woman Behind The Man. The Endgame.
"This is an Emergency Notification Message for the State of Nebraska...Important instructions will follow."
A special Nebraska welcome to DrakonFin!!! Land Of Sad Songs -- Protect and Survive Finland!
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Right idea, wrong cat.
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Few hours left. Sorry to you all for the delays. I hope it will be worth your patience.
TheKinkster
Banned
If I'm sitting up here at 930 pm ready to tear my !@#@!# knee off at the hinges despite morphine, you **** well better post an update!!!
Just kidding! Don't shoot!
Seriously, looking forward to it. Just out of curiosity, is there a specific reason you're waiting for the Italian update before yours?
Just kidding! Don't shoot!
Seriously, looking forward to it. Just out of curiosity, is there a specific reason you're waiting for the Italian update before yours?
Orville_third
Banned
You put in CAP and Kraftwerk in the same post? This is one of the happiest moments I've had on these forums, even if the world is about to go up in flames soon...
Thank you for giving us the heads up on Civil Air Patrol to begin with.
In a state like Nebraska they would a big part of the puzzle.
And Beechcraft Bob's work with kids through the years will pay in a huge dividend in what's to come. (Spoiler alert
)Land Of Flatwater: Threat To Continuity
Fremont City Hall -- 12 Noon/1800 ZULU Monday February 20, 1984
"I'm glad we could do lunch, Mr. Mayor," Tyler Tyles said.
"You know how I feel about you contacting me here," the Mayor of Fremont said in an annoyed tone.
"Listen friend, I should have an office here and soon I will," Tyles said in a hard tone. "I've put myself at risk for you to protect your town against Federal meddling, and you wish to talk down to me."
"Fremont is my town, Mr. Tyles," the Mayor said.
"And its being protected by my know-how and manpower," a self assured Tyles said.
"Soon our position will be strengthened" Tyles said. "I plan on eliminating certain parts of the equation."
"What does that mean?"
"It means people that give us problems will get smashed, and that could be you. Especially if you decide to let the federal government in here.”
The Mayor nodded. "What are you doing about getting that plant back from the National Guard? If I had that plant and a way to feed ourselves I wouldn’t have to consider letting those troops in."
"I'm planning to make a move on the Hormel Plant later in the week. Don't worry. You just do your job, and stay out of mine.”
”And what if I decide I want a different deal,” the Mayor said.
Tyles chuckled, his Foster Grants hiding the hard contempt in his eyes. “If you decide you want a different deal? I could just have Sheriff Ham and Eggs shut you down. I could just kill you, or have one of the Average White Power Band do it for me. Or I could just send your wife these, and then she will kill you.”
Tyles showed the Mayor pictures of town’s chief executive in an intimate, naked moment with a brown-haired girl who was maybe 15.
”OR, I could send my associate here to deal with you. My executive assistant she's from these parts you know. I understand you and her are related, closely.”
The Mayor turned white as a sheet.
As Tyler Tyles left the office, one man was left wondering who was in charge. The man who was leaving the office was confident that he was in charge.
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 1:30pm CST/1900 ZULU
This is a Special Report from ABC News. I’m Terry Dunsmore in New York. Pentagon sources say, that NATO forces in West Germany are battling a second strong counteroffensive by Warsaw Pact forces. Another Soviet push in the Fulda Gap has worried both NATO and UN officials, who are furiously attempting to reestablish diplomatic relations to end the crisis between the superpowers.
The makeshift camp was filled with trucks, materials and people feverishly trying to parcel aid across the immediate area. Each news bulletin brought an additional urgency.
At the other end of the camp was the military response. A company of Nebraska Army National Guard was gathered here. Two other platoons are manning position near Fremont. Mainly to hold the Hormel Plant and guard the FEMA personnel who have not been allowed access to the town.
Two troopers set up a group of diagrams and photos. As the troops sat in a makeshift ready room. There were maybe 200 or more troops, state patrol and county deputies and support people there in BDUs. One war was erupting across the Atlantic. Another war threatened on the Nebraska side of the Missouri River.
”Atten-HUT…” said one of the staff sergeants as the ANG commander, Brigadier General Griswold entered, with the Troop A commander of the state patrol, Agent Clayton, and Frank (wearing his fatigues with his green beret from back in ’68 in ‘Nam) following close behind.
”At ease everybody,” Griswold said.
The ANG commander looked across the room. He always wanted to lead troops into battle. There was a gleam in his eye, only counteracted by the duty. He never thought that his trial under fire would come against a Nebraska town.
”People, we have a direct order from the Governor of Nebraska,” he began. “Our mission is to neutralize an identified anti-Government element that has committed criminal acts against our state, and threatens the effectiveness of the current Emergency Plan the state is under.”
”The opposition is a group of about 200 armed members of a Neo-Nazi organization. The state police has been monitoring this group for almost 2 years. Last spring that affected a raid on a compound in southeastern Nebraska were they found illegal caches of weapons and held hostages.”
Griswold pointed at the pictures of the white supremacist leaders. “These are the ringleaders of this operation. They have reorganized and relocated to an area just off of Snyder Lake. They have a compound there, a set of six corrugated structures.
Griswold pointed to two other pictures to his left. “I want you to take a good look at this man and this woman,” he said sternly. “They are priority targets.”
”FBI special agent Clayton here has tracked these two for four years…Agent?”
Clayton pointed at the picture of the man. “This man is Lieutenant Tyler Tyles, United States Army. He is special forces. Green Beret. Highly skilled in several military disciplines. He was an attack helicopter pilot during the conflict in Vietnam. On the surface, a real American hero.”
”In 1972, Tyles was thought to be MIA. Turns out he was really AWOL. He was engaged in criminal activities. Currency speculation, arms trafficking, drug trafficking. And he was in business with both sides. He sold information to the North Vietnamese and the South Vietnamese. He is driven purely by self-advancement.”
”Tyles resurfaced in Bangkok, Thailand. Intelligence sources say around 1975, near the time of the fall of South Vietnam, His operations had grown into a syndicate that stretched across Asia. He even found time to get into another business."
”Tyles began to work in prostitution. It became very lucrative for him. He would specialize in young Amerasian girls, and sell them to potentates, officials, anyone who could broker enough official favor to help his other enterprises.”
”What brought him back to the USA was a deal, and this woman,” Clayton said pointing to the picture of the attractive woman on the board. ”Her name is Jacqueline Leigh Gilliard. She’s a native to Fremont,Nebraska They met in Bangkok, 1978. At the time she was an exotic dancer and a co-owner of a club. She was the go-between for Tyles and this supremacist group here.”
The Agent pointed to the pictures of weapons. “Together they brokered a series of weapons purchases between 1979 and 1983. Street value conservatively around $25 million, across 14 states. The last two caches of weapons sold to this local group came in crates marked in Cyrillic, “Made in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.”
The last sentence caused a ripple in the room.
”Tyles has become a darling for the militia groups in the midwest and the south. He's made contacts and deals from Georgia to Montana. It’s a whole new market and he’s the guy running the bazaar for every lowlife arms dealer in the world.”
”We have good intel that Tyles is holding up to 15 young girls, ranging in ages from 12-16, at this camp,” Clayton growled. "Gilliard serves as a trainer. A sort of a cross between a country schoolmarm and a madam. Her job before meeting Tyles was an as escort, and she didn't come cheap. That what's she training these young ladies to be. Comfort girls who can act as enforcers and informants for Tyles' business ventures."
”This man has to go down! This is a priority situation in peacetime, but if things deteriorates to the point of nuclear war? This man has set himself up to be in a serious position to harm the extensive recovery planning that this state has put together. We can confirm that he has compromised the Mayor of Fremont and his senior officials.”
Clayton retreated back to the wall. The ANG commander would now get into the guts of the briefing. Throughout the crowd, more tension. Many of these citizen-soldiers are fathers. They each imagined if that was their little girl held captive with her body for sale. The thought scared them all.
Fremont City Hall -- 12 Noon/1800 ZULU Monday February 20, 1984
"I'm glad we could do lunch, Mr. Mayor," Tyler Tyles said.
"You know how I feel about you contacting me here," the Mayor of Fremont said in an annoyed tone.
"Listen friend, I should have an office here and soon I will," Tyles said in a hard tone. "I've put myself at risk for you to protect your town against Federal meddling, and you wish to talk down to me."
"Fremont is my town, Mr. Tyles," the Mayor said.
"And its being protected by my know-how and manpower," a self assured Tyles said.
"Soon our position will be strengthened" Tyles said. "I plan on eliminating certain parts of the equation."
"What does that mean?"
"It means people that give us problems will get smashed, and that could be you. Especially if you decide to let the federal government in here.”
The Mayor nodded. "What are you doing about getting that plant back from the National Guard? If I had that plant and a way to feed ourselves I wouldn’t have to consider letting those troops in."
"I'm planning to make a move on the Hormel Plant later in the week. Don't worry. You just do your job, and stay out of mine.”
”And what if I decide I want a different deal,” the Mayor said.
Tyles chuckled, his Foster Grants hiding the hard contempt in his eyes. “If you decide you want a different deal? I could just have Sheriff Ham and Eggs shut you down. I could just kill you, or have one of the Average White Power Band do it for me. Or I could just send your wife these, and then she will kill you.”
Tyles showed the Mayor pictures of town’s chief executive in an intimate, naked moment with a brown-haired girl who was maybe 15.
”OR, I could send my associate here to deal with you. My executive assistant she's from these parts you know. I understand you and her are related, closely.”
The Mayor turned white as a sheet.
As Tyler Tyles left the office, one man was left wondering who was in charge. The man who was leaving the office was confident that he was in charge.
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 1:30pm CST/1900 ZULU
This is a Special Report from ABC News. I’m Terry Dunsmore in New York. Pentagon sources say, that NATO forces in West Germany are battling a second strong counteroffensive by Warsaw Pact forces. Another Soviet push in the Fulda Gap has worried both NATO and UN officials, who are furiously attempting to reestablish diplomatic relations to end the crisis between the superpowers.
The makeshift camp was filled with trucks, materials and people feverishly trying to parcel aid across the immediate area. Each news bulletin brought an additional urgency.
At the other end of the camp was the military response. A company of Nebraska Army National Guard was gathered here. Two other platoons are manning position near Fremont. Mainly to hold the Hormel Plant and guard the FEMA personnel who have not been allowed access to the town.
Two troopers set up a group of diagrams and photos. As the troops sat in a makeshift ready room. There were maybe 200 or more troops, state patrol and county deputies and support people there in BDUs. One war was erupting across the Atlantic. Another war threatened on the Nebraska side of the Missouri River.
”Atten-HUT…” said one of the staff sergeants as the ANG commander, Brigadier General Griswold entered, with the Troop A commander of the state patrol, Agent Clayton, and Frank (wearing his fatigues with his green beret from back in ’68 in ‘Nam) following close behind.
”At ease everybody,” Griswold said.
The ANG commander looked across the room. He always wanted to lead troops into battle. There was a gleam in his eye, only counteracted by the duty. He never thought that his trial under fire would come against a Nebraska town.
”People, we have a direct order from the Governor of Nebraska,” he began. “Our mission is to neutralize an identified anti-Government element that has committed criminal acts against our state, and threatens the effectiveness of the current Emergency Plan the state is under.”
”The opposition is a group of about 200 armed members of a Neo-Nazi organization. The state police has been monitoring this group for almost 2 years. Last spring that affected a raid on a compound in southeastern Nebraska were they found illegal caches of weapons and held hostages.”
Griswold pointed at the pictures of the white supremacist leaders. “These are the ringleaders of this operation. They have reorganized and relocated to an area just off of Snyder Lake. They have a compound there, a set of six corrugated structures.
Griswold pointed to two other pictures to his left. “I want you to take a good look at this man and this woman,” he said sternly. “They are priority targets.”
”FBI special agent Clayton here has tracked these two for four years…Agent?”
Clayton pointed at the picture of the man. “This man is Lieutenant Tyler Tyles, United States Army. He is special forces. Green Beret. Highly skilled in several military disciplines. He was an attack helicopter pilot during the conflict in Vietnam. On the surface, a real American hero.”
”In 1972, Tyles was thought to be MIA. Turns out he was really AWOL. He was engaged in criminal activities. Currency speculation, arms trafficking, drug trafficking. And he was in business with both sides. He sold information to the North Vietnamese and the South Vietnamese. He is driven purely by self-advancement.”
”Tyles resurfaced in Bangkok, Thailand. Intelligence sources say around 1975, near the time of the fall of South Vietnam, His operations had grown into a syndicate that stretched across Asia. He even found time to get into another business."
”Tyles began to work in prostitution. It became very lucrative for him. He would specialize in young Amerasian girls, and sell them to potentates, officials, anyone who could broker enough official favor to help his other enterprises.”
”What brought him back to the USA was a deal, and this woman,” Clayton said pointing to the picture of the attractive woman on the board. ”Her name is Jacqueline Leigh Gilliard. She’s a native to Fremont,Nebraska They met in Bangkok, 1978. At the time she was an exotic dancer and a co-owner of a club. She was the go-between for Tyles and this supremacist group here.”
The Agent pointed to the pictures of weapons. “Together they brokered a series of weapons purchases between 1979 and 1983. Street value conservatively around $25 million, across 14 states. The last two caches of weapons sold to this local group came in crates marked in Cyrillic, “Made in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.”
The last sentence caused a ripple in the room.
”Tyles has become a darling for the militia groups in the midwest and the south. He's made contacts and deals from Georgia to Montana. It’s a whole new market and he’s the guy running the bazaar for every lowlife arms dealer in the world.”
”We have good intel that Tyles is holding up to 15 young girls, ranging in ages from 12-16, at this camp,” Clayton growled. "Gilliard serves as a trainer. A sort of a cross between a country schoolmarm and a madam. Her job before meeting Tyles was an as escort, and she didn't come cheap. That what's she training these young ladies to be. Comfort girls who can act as enforcers and informants for Tyles' business ventures."
”This man has to go down! This is a priority situation in peacetime, but if things deteriorates to the point of nuclear war? This man has set himself up to be in a serious position to harm the extensive recovery planning that this state has put together. We can confirm that he has compromised the Mayor of Fremont and his senior officials.”
Clayton retreated back to the wall. The ANG commander would now get into the guts of the briefing. Throughout the crowd, more tension. Many of these citizen-soldiers are fathers. They each imagined if that was their little girl held captive with her body for sale. The thought scared them all.
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Land Of Flatwater: Thorns of Goldenrod
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 --- SECURE BRIEFING
”We will divide into four teams, “ the commander said.”
”TEAM ALPHA – You will set up at Beaver Lake. Army Corp of Engineers will be there and set up a pontoon. You cross from there, Armor and trucks up front. We’ve managed to get out hands on seven tanks. Older M60 variants. Three tanks will lead this group. Your main mission will be to secure the airport and the medical center, in addition to backing up the county sheriff’s units. You have permission to engage, pacify and/or destroy any opposition.”
”Team BRAVO – You will assault US-77 with armor, pacify the checkpoint and roll up to East Military Avenue, from there you will secure the Police department building, the City clerk/Mayor’s office. A separate team will given an address. That is the Mayor’s home. You are to capture him for arrest. You have permission to engage, pacify and/or destroy any opposition.”
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 --- SECURE BRIEFING
”We will divide into four teams, “ the commander said.”
”TEAM ALPHA – You will set up at Beaver Lake. Army Corp of Engineers will be there and set up a pontoon. You cross from there, Armor and trucks up front. We’ve managed to get out hands on seven tanks. Older M60 variants. Three tanks will lead this group. Your main mission will be to secure the airport and the medical center, in addition to backing up the county sheriff’s units. You have permission to engage, pacify and/or destroy any opposition.”
”Team BRAVO – You will assault US-77 with armor, pacify the checkpoint and roll up to East Military Avenue, from there you will secure the Police department building, the City clerk/Mayor’s office. A separate team will given an address. That is the Mayor’s home. You are to capture him for arrest. You have permission to engage, pacify and/or destroy any opposition.”
Land Of Flatwater: Thorns of Goldenrod (con't)
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 --- SECURE BRIEFING
”Team CHARLIE -- you will set up behind Snyder Lake and advance across the creek into their southern flank. You will back up TEAM DELTA, who will be coming in on four helicopter gunships. If and when those gunships have to fire, that is your cue to storm the area.
"When you get inside CHARLIEs, you storm buildings 1-5. 1. Vehicles and weapons. Agent Clayton has informed me that these men are armed to the teeth. Small arms mostly but they have a lot, plus that is a barracks. Remember, these people have managed to build a small army.
2. Communications 3. More weapons storage 4. and 5. More "office space" You are to pacify and secure as much of this as possible. Anybody not on our side, capture or kill. If you see Tyler Tyles or Jacqueline Gilliard WRAP THEM UP TIGHT! THEY ARE WANTED FEDERAL CRIMINALS! And the rest of them? Remember. THESE ASSHOLES HAD THE TEMERITY TO COME TO A PEACEFUL DEMOSTRATION IN MY STATE AND SHOOT UNARMED PEOPLE...AND SHOT ONE OF OUR NATIONAL GUARD PEOPLE AND A STATE PATROLMAN."
TEAM DELTA -- DZ Chopper lands first, you're the DROP ZONE. Land and support the ground forces. Don't be afraid to drop some rockets on them. They have RPGs. CZ Chopper. You are the CRUNCH ZONE. If anybody tries to secure the weapons or the vehicles, lay down a nice strip of rifle fire. Next, AZ and RZ Choppers "ANGEL" and "RESCUE" You have one primary mission. BUILDING 6. That is where the kids are being held. GET THEM OUT AT ALL COST. K-Teams on DZ and CZ, your only job is getting their leadership. Find them, capture them. If they don't surrender, kill them."
”Troops,” the commander finished. “These people are bad people. We have the talent in this room, and we have the tools. Study your role. Study your buddy’s role. Get some sleep tonight. We will mass at the armory at 0100, teams will move out by 0230. The operation commences at 0500.”
NEMA-ANG Camp. 25 miles southwest of Fremont. – Monday February 20, 1984 --- SECURE BRIEFING
”Team CHARLIE -- you will set up behind Snyder Lake and advance across the creek into their southern flank. You will back up TEAM DELTA, who will be coming in on four helicopter gunships. If and when those gunships have to fire, that is your cue to storm the area.
"When you get inside CHARLIEs, you storm buildings 1-5. 1. Vehicles and weapons. Agent Clayton has informed me that these men are armed to the teeth. Small arms mostly but they have a lot, plus that is a barracks. Remember, these people have managed to build a small army.
2. Communications 3. More weapons storage 4. and 5. More "office space" You are to pacify and secure as much of this as possible. Anybody not on our side, capture or kill. If you see Tyler Tyles or Jacqueline Gilliard WRAP THEM UP TIGHT! THEY ARE WANTED FEDERAL CRIMINALS! And the rest of them? Remember. THESE ASSHOLES HAD THE TEMERITY TO COME TO A PEACEFUL DEMOSTRATION IN MY STATE AND SHOOT UNARMED PEOPLE...AND SHOT ONE OF OUR NATIONAL GUARD PEOPLE AND A STATE PATROLMAN."
TEAM DELTA -- DZ Chopper lands first, you're the DROP ZONE. Land and support the ground forces. Don't be afraid to drop some rockets on them. They have RPGs. CZ Chopper. You are the CRUNCH ZONE. If anybody tries to secure the weapons or the vehicles, lay down a nice strip of rifle fire. Next, AZ and RZ Choppers "ANGEL" and "RESCUE" You have one primary mission. BUILDING 6. That is where the kids are being held. GET THEM OUT AT ALL COST. K-Teams on DZ and CZ, your only job is getting their leadership. Find them, capture them. If they don't surrender, kill them."
”Troops,” the commander finished. “These people are bad people. We have the talent in this room, and we have the tools. Study your role. Study your buddy’s role. Get some sleep tonight. We will mass at the armory at 0100, teams will move out by 0230. The operation commences at 0500.”
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Land Of Flatwater: Hard Damn Decisions
Conference call with state medical personnel -- BASE ALPHA – Geneva, Nebraska Monday February 20, 1984 3:00pm/2100 ZULU
The Governor was in the main conference room, flanked by medical, scientific and agricultural personnel. On the phone were there counterparts at each regional control point and they projected surviving cities.
”Doctor Suhr,” the governor looking at his scientific advisor, “what kind of initial number looking at?”
The brown-haired, 40-ish woman answered with her usual cheery voice, but tinged with a grim resignation. “Governor, the numbers will be…high… My staff projects initial casualties will be around 100,000 dead another 200,000 injured. That taking evacuation into a account. Projecting strikes on Omaha, Lincoln and the missile sites. Now note this is taking 1 device dropped at each site. Obviously we don’t know the Soviet war plan, but I am of the belief that our higher casualty numbers will be within a month after the attack.”
The Mayor of North Platte was on the line, “100,000 dead, that’s almost 10% of our population gone immediately, and you say that’s only the beginning!”
”Sir,” Dr. Suhr, “We have to take into account many factors. Remember our state will be a fallout zone. Based on the wind models we’ve gotten from NWS/NOAA. A set of strikes on the SAC bases and silos in the Dakotas are going to fall in on Nebraska. Not to mention what could hit Kansas and Missouri.”
”Doctor Suhr is actually shooting some conservative numbers here,” Agriculture Director Newell said. “Right now a lot of Nebraska is crawling down the Interstates and main roads. It’s taking maybe 5-10 hours to get out of what we would call the hot zones. Nebraska agriculture will be wounded for quite some time, and quite frankly, I hope the death toll is higher.”
A gasp came across the phone lines, one of the other personnel said, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
The Director didn’t back down. “We need to get real here. The more people who die, the more food left for those who don’t die. Even a simple farm boy from Doniphan understands that! And if you don’t get that, YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND IT DAMN FAST. We are doing every we can do at DeptAg. I have semis full of cows heading to two shelters one of the meat packers has set up near Kearney. Another group of semis is heading towards an area south of Dorchester. Remember the idea Roberts Dairy had in the 50s?
They got that going again. We got some dairy cows that are going to hopefully make more milk, and have little baby cows that can make more milk. Milk that is not enriched with Strontium-90.”
”Geezus Steven,” the lieutenant governor said.
”It’s the fact’s folks. This is what I’ve sent to every damn county extension service in the state. Planting season starts in a little more than a month. How many people are we going to have left in a month. How many HEALTHY people are we going to have?”
”Governor,” he continued. “I believe strongly in what we are trying to do, but we need to be realistic. This isn’t like rationing in World War II. We have to deal with fuel shortages, food shortages, medicine shortages, possible lawlessness, anarchy. Now, how will people living on maybe 1,200 calories a day deal with all of that? We need to seriously ask that question.”
Baker’s Supermarket – Columbus, Nebraska – Monday February 20, 1984 – 3:40 CST/2140 ZULU
The desperate mob was growing restless. “WE NEED FOOD!”
”WERE IS THE FOOD! THERE’S NO FOOD!
”Disperse immediately,” the police officer yelled through a bullhorn. “We are working on food shipments.”
”WORKING ON IT?” another yelled. “THERE’S GODDAMN SEMIS FULL OF FOOD AT THE EDGE OF TOWN!”
”LET THE TRUCKS IN!”
The riots escalated. The officer panicked.
The shots were fired.
”Excuse me, Governor,” an aide said. “We need you in the radio room now.”
”What’s wrong?”
”There was a riot at a grocery store in Columbus. Apparently, the policemen panicked and opened fire.”
”Everybody we will reconvene in a couple hours, excuse me,” the Governor said.
As he ran out, he gave an instruction to one of the ANG liaisons. “Get HAMMER on the radio, ASAP!”
”I want the Mayor of Columbus’ head on a plate,” the Governor thought angrily.
to be continued
Conference call with state medical personnel -- BASE ALPHA – Geneva, Nebraska Monday February 20, 1984 3:00pm/2100 ZULU
The Governor was in the main conference room, flanked by medical, scientific and agricultural personnel. On the phone were there counterparts at each regional control point and they projected surviving cities.
”Doctor Suhr,” the governor looking at his scientific advisor, “what kind of initial number looking at?”
The brown-haired, 40-ish woman answered with her usual cheery voice, but tinged with a grim resignation. “Governor, the numbers will be…high… My staff projects initial casualties will be around 100,000 dead another 200,000 injured. That taking evacuation into a account. Projecting strikes on Omaha, Lincoln and the missile sites. Now note this is taking 1 device dropped at each site. Obviously we don’t know the Soviet war plan, but I am of the belief that our higher casualty numbers will be within a month after the attack.”
The Mayor of North Platte was on the line, “100,000 dead, that’s almost 10% of our population gone immediately, and you say that’s only the beginning!”
”Sir,” Dr. Suhr, “We have to take into account many factors. Remember our state will be a fallout zone. Based on the wind models we’ve gotten from NWS/NOAA. A set of strikes on the SAC bases and silos in the Dakotas are going to fall in on Nebraska. Not to mention what could hit Kansas and Missouri.”
”Doctor Suhr is actually shooting some conservative numbers here,” Agriculture Director Newell said. “Right now a lot of Nebraska is crawling down the Interstates and main roads. It’s taking maybe 5-10 hours to get out of what we would call the hot zones. Nebraska agriculture will be wounded for quite some time, and quite frankly, I hope the death toll is higher.”
A gasp came across the phone lines, one of the other personnel said, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
The Director didn’t back down. “We need to get real here. The more people who die, the more food left for those who don’t die. Even a simple farm boy from Doniphan understands that! And if you don’t get that, YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND IT DAMN FAST. We are doing every we can do at DeptAg. I have semis full of cows heading to two shelters one of the meat packers has set up near Kearney. Another group of semis is heading towards an area south of Dorchester. Remember the idea Roberts Dairy had in the 50s?
They got that going again. We got some dairy cows that are going to hopefully make more milk, and have little baby cows that can make more milk. Milk that is not enriched with Strontium-90.”
”Geezus Steven,” the lieutenant governor said.
”It’s the fact’s folks. This is what I’ve sent to every damn county extension service in the state. Planting season starts in a little more than a month. How many people are we going to have left in a month. How many HEALTHY people are we going to have?”
”Governor,” he continued. “I believe strongly in what we are trying to do, but we need to be realistic. This isn’t like rationing in World War II. We have to deal with fuel shortages, food shortages, medicine shortages, possible lawlessness, anarchy. Now, how will people living on maybe 1,200 calories a day deal with all of that? We need to seriously ask that question.”
Baker’s Supermarket – Columbus, Nebraska – Monday February 20, 1984 – 3:40 CST/2140 ZULU
The desperate mob was growing restless. “WE NEED FOOD!”
”WERE IS THE FOOD! THERE’S NO FOOD!
”Disperse immediately,” the police officer yelled through a bullhorn. “We are working on food shipments.”
”WORKING ON IT?” another yelled. “THERE’S GODDAMN SEMIS FULL OF FOOD AT THE EDGE OF TOWN!”
”LET THE TRUCKS IN!”
The riots escalated. The officer panicked.
The shots were fired.
”Excuse me, Governor,” an aide said. “We need you in the radio room now.”
”What’s wrong?”
”There was a riot at a grocery store in Columbus. Apparently, the policemen panicked and opened fire.”
”Everybody we will reconvene in a couple hours, excuse me,” the Governor said.
As he ran out, he gave an instruction to one of the ANG liaisons. “Get HAMMER on the radio, ASAP!”
”I want the Mayor of Columbus’ head on a plate,” the Governor thought angrily.
to be continued
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A gripping update Chipperback. Thanks for the photos, they're helpful (is that your farm?).
Very detailed and promising. I feel a little bit guilty of having delayed such a good update.
Good luck to the Colonel on his hospitalization/surgery. My bad on the chem weapons..was off by a few years.
Agree 100% that chem weapons more "hassle" than dangerous for well trained troops - I've been in full gear in the heat, and done triage/simulated casualty treatment and decon. Uncomfortable & tiring & reduces efficiency. with chem weapons, best thing to do is get out of the area if you can - and a lot depends on the type of agent (nerve vs blister vs choking vs blood), its persistence and the temperature and weather (rain helps clean things up, heat degrades etc). WP gas gear was way less user friendly than NATO - troops would rapidly overheat/dehydrate.
One thing huskers can be doing is seeing how many greenhouses folks can build for themselves - this allows for growing of things like vegetables, even some fruits that will provide both nutrition and vitamins and also be protected from fallout. Certainly every existing greenhouse - commercial, small florists, private, should be planting food crops right now not flowers.
Agree 100% that chem weapons more "hassle" than dangerous for well trained troops - I've been in full gear in the heat, and done triage/simulated casualty treatment and decon. Uncomfortable & tiring & reduces efficiency. with chem weapons, best thing to do is get out of the area if you can - and a lot depends on the type of agent (nerve vs blister vs choking vs blood), its persistence and the temperature and weather (rain helps clean things up, heat degrades etc). WP gas gear was way less user friendly than NATO - troops would rapidly overheat/dehydrate.
One thing huskers can be doing is seeing how many greenhouses folks can build for themselves - this allows for growing of things like vegetables, even some fruits that will provide both nutrition and vitamins and also be protected from fallout. Certainly every existing greenhouse - commercial, small florists, private, should be planting food crops right now not flowers.
Don't be guilty at all. Your update helped me write my update and it gave me time to get the maps the way I wanted them.
The Standoff of those who wish to be the Commendatore is a perfect starting point for what I have coming next.
"Nuclear missiles will impact in the Continental United States in the next 15-to-20 minutes. We urge you to seek shelter if you have not already. If you are driving, we urge you to seek shelter in the area you are in now.
This is the Emergency Broadcast System...serving the Central Nebraska area. The United States of America is under nuclear attack....we urge you to remain calm."