Land of Flatwater: Protect and Survive Middle America

...Considering the triage / mass-casualty - post earlier: I started to wonder long ago whether society's complete attitude towards euthanasia (not in the 3rd Reich sense) would change, even to the extent of the churches embracing it...

It's certainly conceivable. In sheer practical terms, there are going to be far more people in need of care than that which can be provided. When you think that many people are going to be beyond help due to injury, radiation sickness and disease but keeping them alive will consume needed resources despite the inevitablility of their eventual death, such decisions might well be made. When you think about things like this, it really brings home what a horror this would be to live through and how conventional concepts of morality can easily be turned on their head. Of course, there is then the problem of the slippery slope -- if you start denying resources for the hopelessly sick, it isn't much of a leap to extend the same "logic" to the disabled, the elderly and those unable to "contribute" to recovery and reconstruction. And I believe this point was already made in the original P&S storyline with respect to infants.

The question, though, is whether such revised concepts of morality would take hold as permanent societal values or be expedients necessary to deal with an emergency. One would hope for the latter, but I suspect that the longer the return to some semblance of normality, the more likely that some of the moral expedients become societal norms.
 
An awful lot of our moral norms presently have the prerequisite that we live in a VERY high surplus society (so high, in fact, that obesity is a larger problem among those we call poor than is starvation). Being pushed back to a low surplus (with a temporary NEGATIVE surplus) will change social mores profoundly. For one thing you're almost certain to see retribalization, because that's the most likely Schelling point for deciding who to cut off when resources are genuinely very scarce.
 
I suspect that - depending upon how long the "recovery" period takes- there might develop an attitude of "we all did things to survive during the war and immediate post-war years that we're not proud of and that we just don't talk about".
 
I suspect that - depending upon how long the "recovery" period takes- there might develop an attitude of "we all did things to survive during the war and immediate post-war years that we're not proud of and that we just don't talk about".


Yes, I predict that'll happen around the time high surplus conditions are restored plus about a generation or so.
 
Its hard to say how attitudes would change but the post-war generation persons born in the 1980-90 interval would certainly have radically altered views about the world than in real life.With recovery lasting decades by the time things stabilise some attitudes born during the war would probably become permanent.
 
Turner Gill shouldn't worry...

Palestine, Texas, is about 110 miles southeast of Dallas, so, unless a Soviet missile goes way off course, his mother and relatives should live through the strike. (1)

(Of course, the aftermath is another thing entirely, especially if the fallout from the DFW strikes hits Palestine. (2))

(1) It is in the coverage of DFW TV stations, as well as Tyler TV stations, according to Wikipedia.

(2) Since Tyler wasn't mentioned in the list of cities in Texas in the Protect and Survive universe, I'm assuming it's still standing.
 
Noticed it the second time around in the address post...

Ah, yes, John DeCamp, listening with Ernie Chambers, of all people, to the address, known in OTL as the man who made a fool of himself with the book The Franklin Cover-Up.

Over 100,000 words, Chip. Pretty impressive for a short amount of time.

Waiting for the next update.

Here's hoping the Huskers beat Penn State. (1)

(1) I hope Sandusky rots in prison and everyone who enabled him is ruined. What he did is horribly, horribly, evil.
 
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Two issues wrt "triage":
(1) Expect that medical care & supplies will be significantly rationed. Not only in the case of those severely injured/sick from "combat" trauma & radiation/fallout but other problems as well. Limited supplies will be utilized for those most "useful" - skills/age/physical condition etc. An 80 yr old with treatable pneumonia will NOT get antibiotics in order to save a 25 yr old with the same problem & so forth.
(2) I expect you will some some "active" euthanasia of terminally ill/injured (fatal radiation doses etc) mostly/usually by request of the victims not desiring to linger in agony early on. I doubt you will see much killing of elderly/disabled etc, they will be given less food/care and mostly fade away but not be "exterminated". Of course, there will be exceptions.
 
Land Of Flatwater: Global Thermonuclear War.

F.E. Warren Air Force Base, Wyoming – February 21, 1984 8:00am Mountain Standard Time/1500 ZULU

Almost 130 years ago, this space in Wyoming was Fort Russell. It was a platform for the defense of the young, wild western territory. It was built to protect the “Iron Horse”, the transcontinental railroad. It was once a series of forts and Gatling guns.”

This very spot is where F.E. Warren Air Force Base stands today.

Named for the first governor of state of Wyoming, Warren Air Force Base commands the Gatling guns of this age. The 90th Strategic Missile Wing.

From the base just outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming, this arm of Strategic Air Command controls over 150 LGM-30G Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missiles. The missiles are spread out in silos through eastern Wyoming, northeast Colorado, the Nebraska panhandle, and western Kansas.

On this morning, the base is tense, nervous, and active. In the last two hours. Two nuclear weapons have been deployed in the European battleground of World War III, and the final rotations of fresh missile launch crews are heading into the Minuteman silos.

”NIGHTWATCH GUARDIAN to all SAC Ops. All wings report in.”

”This is Warren Operations, standing by.”

Minuteman Missile Silo I-5 “Jeannette Rankin” – near Lodgepole, Nebraska – 8:00am MST/1500 ZULU

Missile Combat Crew Commander (MCCC) 1st Lieutenant Derrick Brown, United States Air Force. Meriden, Connecticut.
Deputy Missile Combat Crew Commander (DMCCC) 2nd Lieutenant Bill Bayless, United States Air Force. Durango, Colorado

The dark blue Chrsyler made its way up the dirt road toward the entry gate.

The guard at the gate checked their credentials. “Gentlemen…the code phrase please.”

The MCCC responded, “Sky. Blue. Ice. Dawn.”
”Code authenticated. See you in 24, sirs.”

Inside the control shed. Another gate, another code.

”Dayword – MOONLIGHT”
”Actionword – CICERO"

The sentry dialed a number and put sent the report 100 feet below. “Sentry control. New team deploying.”

Brown and Bayless met the crew they were replacing.

”Morning fellas,” the departing MCCC said. “Heard anything new. Warren’s been sending a lot of coded traffic out.”

”Since the second detonation, nothing. Still at COCKED PISTOL.”

”I see. Hopefully we’ll see you back at Warren in 24.”

The new crew entered their silo, and the steel blast door closed behind them. For the next 24 hours, this installation would be home.

At their command is 10 Minuteman IIIs, because they care enough to send their very best.

”Lets start with a camera check of all the silos,” Lieutenant Brown said.

”Starting with Missile 1, sir,” Lieutenant Bayless replied. “You think we’ll have to deploy them. How many more nukes are they gonna throw around over there?”

Lieutenant Brown hesitated to answer, “The next one won’t be the last that’s for sure.”

Hastings Airport. Hastings, Nebraska 9:25AM CST/1525 ZULU
Frank had been on the ground maybe 15 minutes, still in his fatigues and with his field pack. With an arm around his daughter.

As he walked towards the terminal he saw a familiar looking man step out of a National Guard jeep. It is a rare Nebraskan who doesn’t know this man.

Suzette walked with Frank as the other man walked towards them. “JARHEAD…Meet JIMINY.”

JIMINY smiled, he still was getting used to having a codename. “Please, just call me ‘Tom’”

Frank laughed. “Wait a minute! Coach Tom Osborne is JIMINY?”

”I know,” Coach Osborne said. “It is kind of silly. But that’s what Governor Kerrey wants.”

”You mean…PEGLEG?”

Everyone got a good laugh out of that.

”Sir,” Coach Osborne said. “Governor Kerrey wants you to stay here for a few days instead of headed back to his HQ. We could use your language skills, plus you’d be a calming influence because they recognize you.”

Frank smiled wider. He’d get more time with Cao Vieh.

“We have a radio set up at the college you can use for the 1130 briefing the Governor wants you at.” Osborne said. “We have a military secure set up just like the Guard does.”

BASE HOTEL – Seward, Nebraska – same time
Agent Clayton was still in his camo. Still trying to come down from the battle that started his day…And getting a good dose of FBI bureaucracy.

”You are confined to HOTEL until further notice,” The FBI field chief said. “You were given express orders to NOT be a part of the National Guard action.”

”The Governor of Nebraska and the head of the National Guard requested me.”

”WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION,” The field chief said. “YOU WERE GIVEN AN ORDER BY A FEDERAL AUTHORITY! YOU ARE LUCKY I DON’T JUST TAKE YOUR BADGE NOW.”

”Take your fucking badge,” Clayton growled. “I’m not even bureau. I’m on loan to catch a criminal, arms-dealing terrorist bum! My job is getting Tyler Tyles , not messing around with you.”

”You are working with the bureau on loan,” the Field Chief growled back. “In short boy, you do what I tell you to do.

Clayton went eyeball to eyeball with the field chief. “If wasn’t tired right now, I would kick your ass for calling me ‘boy’….you know what?.”

Clayton thrusted a quick hard right hand into the Field Chief's stomach. And it knocked the FBI man’s wind out.

"By doing what you just did, you are no different to me than Tyler Tyles.” Clayton spoke softly. “If you ever throw another slur in my direction, I will do a helluva lot more than suckerpunch you in your flabby gut. It’s because of you FBI-J Edgar Crossdresser wannabees that I have to go scortched earth to get this sonabitch. And now he’s working with all sorts of crazy-assed people.”

“You think those attacks the Governor talked about just happened from nothing?. I have the proof. Tyles sold all these people who killed those native folks their gear.”

Agent Clayton is more than a little pissed.

"I don’t give one flying fuck if Armageddon comes in the next second! I will ride the fallout wasteland to take Tyles down.”

Clayton snatched his weapons and heading toward the main building. He had proven his point, and now he wanted some chow.

Stetton, Germany --- 1530 ZULU/9:30 am CST

”FINISH LINE to all forces, radar indicating AIR ATTACK INCOMING! AIR ATTACK INCOMING!!!”

Warsaw Pact air forces quickly ended the cease fire with a fast striking aerial assault where NATO had dug in. Su-25s, MiG-21s MiG-23s, MiG-25s went all in on a deadly air gambit. NATO retaliated with a scramble of interceptor aircraft. F-15s and F-16s plus Naval F-14s and Harriers charged into the fray that extended across West Germany and into East Germany.

The biggest aerial dogfighting in world history was taking place, as ground forces continue to pound away at each other.

And right in the battle was Yankee 3-1, one of the few American tanks to survive the Wurzberg massacre and the seemingly endless siege at Untergruppenbach.

”Tony, flank ‘em” Lieutenant Michelle yelled. “lion 2-3 and lion 2-6…PROVIDE COVER! Red Star Heavy Metal trying to sneak through..”

Tony and his Chieftain escorts turned to close off a flank, and a tank-to-tank shootout was on.

Overhead was a bigger shootout. Almost 300 aircraft crammed into triangle between Stuttgart, Frankfurt to as far west at Munich and the Inter-German border. Closer to the ground were the group of Harriers. The little RAF jets were providing ground cover. Teasing the Soviet APCs and the motorized SAMs. Now you see them. Now you don’t.

At the lead was their cocky Squadron Leader.

Squadron Leader Steven Christopher Hacker, Royal Air Force. Derby, England.

Steve Hacker grew up in a military family. He has had at least one ancestor fight in every English war there has even been back as far as the middle ages. In the 20th century, the Hackers were flyers. Steve’s grandfather flew a Sopwith Camel in the Great War, and taught Steve’s father how to fly. Steve’s father was among the brave pilots who saved the Realm in their Supermarine Spitfires, and then escorted Lancasters into occupied Europe. When war ended, Hacker stayed in Her Majesty Forces, and flew the RAF’s first jet fighters and trained the next generations of RAF pilots. His first student was his son.

Steve Hacker got two things from his grandfather and father. One was “the touch”. Little Steve had that special control of his body and himself. Whether it was in a plane or on a football pitch. He was just gifted. Had he not gone into RAF, he probably could have been a strong midfielder in the First Division.

The second thing was a ridiculous self-confidence. He believed as far back as day one of RAF flight training that there was no one who could beat him in the air. That’s how he got his call sign/nickname “Clough”. He was exactly like the bombastic football boss: Stubborn, confident, and proud.

”Lads,” Squadron Leader Hacker said. “They cannot hit us. We will hit them.”

Hacker and his mates hovered, dive-bombed and basically drove the Soviet, Czech and Bulgarian ground forces crazy. The Russians had to divert MiGs from the high-altitude skirmish above to deal with the cheeky British pests below.

But the pitched duel-to-the-death across West Germany was broken up by an ominous warning.”

”GAS! GAS! GAS! GAS! GAS!

FIREBASE FINISH LINE – Hockheimring, West Germany – 1545 ZULU

”Nerve gas attacks!!!!!” Colonel Gerhardt was beside himself, yelling through the mask of his NBC gear. “How many strikes”

His aide give him the rundown, “Eight strikes confirmed, SCUD delievered…One those reached…Hamburg..”

Gerhardt’s mind could see the image. Thousands writhing and twitching…dying in their streets and homes.

He sighed. “There’s no going back now”

This is a special report from NBC News….”Roger Mudd here from NBC News Washington. The Pentagon is receiving reports that Warsaw Pact forces have initiated the use of nerve gas against NATO troops in West Germany. We have received a report that one of the rockets used in the assault was deployed on a population center near the Inter-German border..

--click—

ABC News has learned, that American airborne forces have landed in Denmark and Finland in a effort to repel Soviet troops..

--click—

Pentagon sources confirm to CNN that U.S. Air Force, British Royal Air Force, and West German Luftwaffe have retaliated against the mobile launch sites in East Germany and Czechoslovakia that commenced nerve gas salvo against West Germany.

Communication between National Airbone Command Post E-4Bs NIGHTWATCH/”Guardian” and “Colossus” -- 1610 ZULU.

”This just got damn ugly,” Admiral Jonas said from Colossus to the CINC-SAC on Guardian. “I HOPE ‘Enterprise’ gets RAWHIDE out of Washington and soon.”

”Is ‘Enterprise’ preflighted” CINC-SAC asked. “They should be!”

”I guess Ogarkov gave Reagan an answer,” Admiral Jonas said. “According to what we got from Casper Weinberger, Ogarkov made some shitty demands.

”What the hell did he want?”

Captain Glenn entered the CINC-SAC’s ready room, “He demanded that NATO forces retreat to France and allow a ‘Natural Soviet border at the Rhine’”

”And President Reagan obviously didn’t like that.”

”Reagan’s exact words, according to Cap?” Admiral Jones said. “ 'General Secretary, regrettably, we are at an impass.' President Reagan's language after he got off the hotline was a lot earthier. I have never heard Ronald Reagan more upset that I did at that moment."

The CINC-SAC radioed to Omaha, and gave his next order. This is “Guardian to SAC-Offutt Ops”

”SAC Offutt Ops, requst authentication…”
”Action word: BUFFALO”
”Day word: JERICHO”
”Special Authetication – Tango, Lima, X-Ray, Three, Five, One, Eight.”

”Authentication Confirmed – Good to hear your voice, sir.”

”Ops direct order…All aerial assets evacuate Offutt immediately. Button down Command HQ, get all Looking Glass and Extenders in the air now.”

Another phone rang.
”Yes sir,” the CINC-SAC replied. “Yes we are calling for evac of Offutt.”

The CINC-SAC turned to Glenn, “Captain, we are going to need ‘The Box’”
Glenn turned to get a red metal box in a locker near CINC-SAC’s working desk.

‘The Box’ contained all the codes pertaining to fully executing the Strategic Integrated Operations Plan. Washington and Cheyenne Mountain were beginning to come into line. The first step was taken.

General Bennie L. Davis, United States Air Force. McAlester, Oklahoma

The Air Force man began his military career…at West Point. He went into the Air Force after graduation, became a commander of B-47 in the early days of the U.S. nuclear deterrent. He’s lived the motto of SAC, ‘Peace Is Our Profession’, spending an entire career in the Strategic Air Command.

He looked down at the printouts and the SIOP projections.

His voice stayed rock solid and calm. “I agree with stage one release authorization and confirm at ”

From Washington to NORAD to SAC to TACAMO to the Submarines in sea and the silos in the ground, things had escalated.

Offutt Air Force Base’s flight line began to fill up.

In Olney, Maryland, FEMA officials assessed their options.

At SAC bases in America, and RAF bases in Englan, B-52s, Vulcans and Victors were fueled and armed.

In Europe the battles raged as the command staff began to finalize target profiles. Pershing and Lance launchers moved into place.

A bunker near Ukhta-Sosnogorsk, USSR 1625 ZULU

General Nikolai Vasileyevich Ogarkov, Generalnogo Shtaba Vooruzhennykh Sovietskogo Soyuza, Molokovo, Soyuz Sovetskikh Sotsialisticheskikh Respublik.

Chief of the General Staff. Marshal of the Soviet Union. General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. The hefty resume of a man known as the “formidable soldier”. General Ogarkov was one of the generation of men driven by a single word: “Barbarossa”.
Each of the men sitting around him and at the other leadership bunkers were men who were young soldiers when the Nazi Wehrmacht drove on the Motherland. To this day they saw the Americans and the British leading a new Barbarossa, led by the Cowboy in Washington and the Iron Lady of London.

He saw further reports that the NATO forces responded to the nerve gas attacks with some of their own. Ogarkov ordered the nerve gas and the biological agents to be introduced, over the objection of many of his generals. Sergei Akhromeyev was the loudest in opposition, and he was one of the great heroes of the Great Patriotic War. “This is going too far,” he pleaded. “If we advance to chemical and biological weapons, it will only lead to nuclear weapons. Do not give Reagan the excuse. Do not throw our Motherland on the pyre!”

Ogarkov ignored the generals who disagreed. He was still smarting from the imperialist arrogance he received from President Reagan.

Ogarkov saw the next move in simple terms. The west will submit, or they will die by rocket fire.

Rick’s Farm – Schuyler, Nebraska – 10:40am Central Standard Time/1640 ZULU ZULU
Rick and Ed have returned from Dana’s garage. Both returned to hugs from their wives.

Keflavik Air Force Base, Iceland – same time.

Major Ralph Rochelle, United States Air Force. Morrillton, Arkansas.

Major Rochelle awaits in his B-52. In his hands are a change of his orders. His B-52 Razorback 1-1, received new orders. The entire wing coming from Blytheville, Air Force Base Arkansas received new orders.


He’s thinking of summers in Arkansas, fishing at the creek near the family home. He’s thinking of fall and winter in Nebraska. Playing football and basketball with his little brother Ed.

”Navs, plot the course in your orders….our main target – is an area called…Ukhta-Sosnogorsk….Says here it’s a Soviet leadership bunker.”

”Plotting sir.”

1645 ZULU -- SAC APPROVES PRE-AUTHORIZED RELEASE AUTHORITY PENDING ORDER OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. ALL NUCLEAR FORCES ON 'HAIR TRIGGER' ALERT.


BASE FOXTROT – McCool Junction, Nebraska – same time
The pilots and crews of the Nebraska 173rd were in the break room, playing cards, or watching television or deep in thought.

Lieutenant Todd Trofholz, Nebraska Air National Guard. Schuyler, Nebraska.

Todd Trofholz learned how to fly when he was 12, he was a prized pupil of Beechcraft Bob and was a Civil Air Patrol cadet and an Eagle Scout. He tried to get into the Air Force Academy, but he just didn’t have the grades. He went into the Air National Guard while he was student at Midland Lutheran College in Fremont.

That is when his life changed. It was after one of his best games. First game he started as a sophomore point guard for the basketball team. He met Cyndi. She grew up in North Bend, and was the smart girl who wanted to be a nurse. She was bookish, a little geeky, but somehow Todd and Cyndi became friends, and their friendship grew after the graduated. It was maybe 3 years ago when it hit Todd. He loved her, but wouldn’t pursue her because he didn’t think he was worthy of her. Here she was a young chief of nursing at the county hospital, she was looking at starting medical school. And here’s Todd, a foreman at a grain elevator who is a weekend fighter jock and barely finished college.


It took Cyndi to pursue him aggressively for Todd to realize the best thing for him was right in his face. They were married two years ago and they pushed each other to go for their dreams. Todd and Cyndi planned on returning to school together next fall. Cyndi to start medical school at University of Nebraska Medical Center in Omaha, and Todd to study engineering at University of Nebraska-Lincoln.

Todd looked at the picture of them together. Cyndi was adorable, even with her glasses and the big blonde locks that seemed to go every which way. Todd with medium brown hair, rugged and handsome.

He was missing her so much. Wondering what she was doing. “She’s probably getting ready at the hospital should things get worse. “That’s Cyndi. I hope she has the KI pills I gave her before I left.” Todd thought.

This is CNN at noon here in Atlanta. The continuing situation in Europe is grim at this hour. Sources in the white house and the pentagon confirm that both Warsaw Pact and NATO forces have used chemical and biological weapons against troops. We have also receiving confirmation that the Soviet conducted a nerve gas attack on the city of Hamburg, West Germany, no word on casualties at this hour in response U.S. tactical air forces conducted an air strikethe Soviet Army command headquarters at Madgeburg, East Germany. We are receiving reports from Radio Moscow, the American forces retaliated with a nerve gas attack on Brno, Czechoslovakia. The Pentagon has denied this. At this hour a number of neutral nations are trying to mediate between the United States and the Soviet Union.

For the next hour, chemical and biological attacks are mixed in with the tactical force strike from both sides. The NATO forces, thanks to better protective measures gain the first true upper hand they’ve had in the conflict. Soviet advances, especially in southern Germany,are hampered by blowback nerve agents. At 1732 ZULU, Ogarkov reaches for his next card in the game. Hoping to bluff Reagan.

1732 ZULU – SOVIET GENERAL STAFF GIVE TACTICAL RELEASE AUTHORITIES TO FIELD COMMANDERS AS CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL ATTACKS ESCALATE.

1735 ZULU – U.S. ARMY EUROPE LANCE AND PERSHING MISSILES GO ON OPERATIONAL ALERT. NUDET RETREAT ORDERS PASSED THROUGHOUT MILITARY FORCES NOT ACTIVELY IN URBAN SECTORS.

[FONT=”System”]1745 ZULU – NATO AND WARSAW PACT TACTICAL NUCLEAR EXCHANGE[/FONT]

CNN had received reports that a nuclear detonation of undetermined strength has been detected near the U.S. Joint Command Headquarters at Heidelberg, West Germany.

This is Radio Moscow, NATO forces have initated nuclear strikes against Soviet military positions in East Germany. The Soviet Foreign Ministry confirms that U.S. forces used a nuclear weapon and destroyed a Soviet military instillation in the German Democratic Republic.

[FONT=”System”]1750 ZULU – SOVIET EMERGENCY COMMITTEE OF THE POLITBURO AUTHRORIZES STRATEGIC WEAPONS RELEASE[/FONT]

[FONT=”System”]1753 ZULU – PRESIDENT REAGAN EVACUTING TO ANDREWS AIR FORCE BASE – SENDS EMERGENCY ACTION NOTIFICATION TO U.S. FORCES WORLDWIDE. – SOVIET NUCLEAR ROCKET FORCES LAUNCH STRATEGIC WEAPONS AGAINST TARGETS IN WESTERN EUROPE AND NORTH AMERICA[/FONT]

EC-135 “Looking Glass” in communication with E-4Bs 1753 ZULU/11:53 am Central Stand Time

”We’ve received EAN from the President.”

Emergency Action Notification CONFIRMED FROM NATIONAL COMMAND AUTHORITY.

Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center, Colorado – same time

”WE HAVE A CONFIRMED SOVIET LAUNCH DETECTION CONFIDENCE IS HIGH…I REPEAT CONFIDENCE IS HIGH!”

National Airbone Command Post E-4Bs NIGHTWATCH/”Guardian” – same time

“We have a valid launch order from the President of United States,” CINC-SAC said mournfully. “All Bombers at fail safe are at Go! Send the codes to the silos!"

Glenn was on the line to Andrews, “Andrews this is GUARDIAN, launch order received..IS RAWHIDE CLEAR?.....WE HAVE CONFIRMED SUB LAUNCH EAST AND WEST COAST CONUS…GET RAWHIDE THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!”

B-52G “Razorback 1-1” at positive control point – 1757 ZULU/11:57 Central Standard Time

”Sir,” the Navigator said “We have a valid message from SAC. Confirmed GO! Confirmed GO!”

Major Rochelle began to thrust the Stratofortress with the icy sea below. “Course confirmed heading 041,” the Navigator said.

”Well boys, I guess we goin’” Major Rochelle said. “Nuclear combat toe to toe with the Russkies…as that old movie said.”

”Boys, for a least a minute ask that you indulge a country boy named Ralph for a minute…after this..We do our duty,” Major Rochelle announced. “I have to tell you boys. We are taking out a very important target here. The man who runs Russia is at the place we will kill. We will do the job…”

”Now fellas if you’ll excuse me, I always said I’d do this if we ever had to fly a bomber to Russia, I have to call the hogs one last time!……WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PIG! SOOIE!!!!!,” Ralph projected, as if he was in Fayetteville on gameday. Every Arkansan knows the crescendo.

”WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PIG!!!! SOOIE!!!!!! RAZORBACKS!!!

Hit that line! Hit that line!
Keep on going!
Take that ball right
down the field!
Give a cheer. Rah! Rah!
Never fear. Rah! Rah!
Arkansas will never yield!
On your toes, Razorbacks,
to the finish,
Carry on with all your might!
For it’s A-A-A-R-K-A-N-S-A-S
for Arkansas!
Fight! Fight! Fi-i-i-ight!

(Author’s note if you want to know what this sounds like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqRSFeNl-Es )
(The fight song with the words http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKSqZW6UYV0 )

Minuteman Missile Silo I-5 “Jeannette Rankin” – near Lodgepole, Nebraska – 1058am MST/1758 ZULU

The alert was going off again…”Another test,” Lieutenant Brown thought…but it wasn’t.

”BUFFALO!…THIS IS SNAP COUNT WITH A RED DASH ALPHA MESSSAGE IN TWO PARTS!!!…

”Oh hell no!” Brown said.

”BREAK! BREAK! RED DASH ALPHA!!!! KILO! MIKE! ROMEO! TANGO! LIMA! ECHO! UNIFORM! VICTOR!

”The Lieutenants furiously wrote in the alpha codes..

”AUTHENTICATION… THREE! SIX! ONE! EIGHT! FIVE! FOUR! NOVEMBER! HOTEL!”

”I have a valid message, stand by to authenticate!”
”I agree with authentication also, sir.”

The two men open the locks and grabbed the red command cards inside.

KMRTLEUV
361854NH

Both men looked at what they wrote and what the cards said…and both were hit with a large wave of fear. It was for real. These birds would fly.

”Enter launch code,” Lieutenant Brown said crisply. Trying to use protocol to block out emotion.

”Entering launch code.”

Lieutenany Bayless entered the launch code on his card….In one second, he got the response.

LAUNCH ORDER CONFIRMED

”Launch order confirmed,” Bayless said in a crisp tone.

”Goddamnit,” Bayless continued under his breath.

Bayless screen showed the next signals.

TARGET SELECTION COMPLETE
TIME ON TARGET SELECTION COMPLETE
YIELD SELECTION COMPLETE

ENABLE MISSILES: T-MINUS 60 SECONDS

”Insert launch keys….turn to SET on my mark….three, two, one MARK

As the two-man system dictates the Missile Combat Crew Commander (MCCC) and the Deputy Missile Combat Crew Commander (DMCCC) turn the keys simultaneously. The launch panels light up. Ten Minutemen IIIs are ready to fly. 50 seconds to launch.

Across the western Nebraska plains, blast doors open. The late morning sun filters in to the silo. The light striking the silver heads of the missiles.

Lieutenant Brown swallowed hard, fighting to maintain composure….”Enable…Missiles,” he strained to get the words out.

Lieutenant Bayless began flipping a series of red switches.. “Missile 1 enabled, 2 enabled,3 enabled 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, ten all missiles enabled!”

T-MINUS 30

In the silos, the engines were coming to life. In many other silos in the country missiles had already gone. The missiles from the Soviet Union had been in flight for anywhere from 5-10 minutes. Many cities in West Germany had mushroom clouds growing, or were close to it.

In Britain, RAF Fylindales was already gone along with a number of strategic targets. V-bombers were charging to Russia leaving behind nothing but fire, and death. NATO headquarters in Brussels was a crater. Sub launched missiles on both sides began depositing MIRVs on the coastlines of both nations.

Both men knew what would happen soon. Dozens of Soviet warheads would descend upon them.

There is a plan for helicopters to come in and extricate the crews.

That’s what the plans say. The men in silos know better.

T-MINUS 20, 19, 18, 17,

”On my mark, rotate keys to launch….(oh God..)”

T-MINUS 16, 15,14, 13, 12, 11,

”MARK!”

Neither man hesitated. They both turned their keys.

T-MINUS 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….ZERO.

All ten missiles catapulted from the panhandle dunes of western Nebraska. Fluffy white contrails hang in the skies.

Lake McConaughy, Nebraska – same time.

John and Ruth looked up at the skies and saw the plumes in the far distance. They felt the rumble. At the moment both thought about their 5 children. She knew two of their daughters left for Schuyler. The middle daughter and their older son stayed in Omaha. Their younger son works for Hughes Aircraft in California.

Both began to pray…and weep. It was Noon in Omaha now.

1201pm/1801 ZULU. ICBMs are launched from the Soviet NRF facility at Olovynnaya. One of the warheads is a 5 MT yield
The target: Omaha, Douglas City-County building. Omaha, Nebraska. The warhead groups headed for Offutt Air Force Base launched with the initial strike 6 minutes ago.

This is Nebraska Public Radio -- The United States is under nuclear attack. A number of areas on the East and West coast have been hit by Soviet nuclear weapons, according the Associated Press. We urge you to remain calm and seek shelter immediately. I repeat the United States is under nuclear attack ---


THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES HAS DIRECTED THAT WE INTERRUPT OUR NORMAL PROGRAM.
THIS IS THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM

THE OFFENSE OF CIVIL DEFENSE HAS ISSUED THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE. THIS IS AN ATTACK WARNING! REPEAT! THIS IS AN ATTACK WARNING! THE UNITED STATES IS UNDER NUCLEAR ATTACK. AT 11:55 AM CENTRAL STANDARD TIME A NUCLEAR ATTACK ON THE UNITED STATES WAS DETECTED. PROTECTIVE ACTION MUST BE TAKEN IMMEDIATELY. THIS STATION WILL REMAIN ON THE AIR TO BROADCAST NEWS, OFFICIAL INFORMATION AND INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE STATE OF NEBRASKA.

Rick’s Farm – Schuyler, Nebraska – 12:01 CST/1801 ZULU

”EVERYBODY IN THE SHELTER NOW!”

BASE FOXTROT – McCool Junction, Nebraska same time

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

The alert pilots of the 173rd raced out to their fighter planes. Lieutenant Todd Trofholz is one of them. He’s leading a group of four F-4s to guard the area between Kearney and North Platte. Another group will fly cover over Hastings and Grand Island, A third over Seward, a fourth and fifth covering the area from Northwest Nebraska to Sioux City.

Todd straps into the F-4 Phantom. Wings loaded with Sidewinders and Sparrow missiles. The gatling gun in the nose is loaded and ready.


THIS IS AN EMERGENCY ACTION NOTIFICATION MESSAGE FOR THE STATE OF NEBRASKA. AT 11:55 AM CENTRAL STANDARD TIME A NUCLEAR ATTACK ON THE UNITED STATES WAS DETECTED. PROTECTIVE ACTION MUST BE TAKEN IMMEDIATELY. GO IMMEDIATELY TO A HOME OR PUBLIC FALLOUT SHELTER. IF YOU ARE TRAVELLING, SEEK SHELTER IN YOUR IMMEDIATE AREA. THIS STATION WILL REMAIN ON THE AIR TO BROADCAST NEWS, OFFICIAL INFORMATION AND INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE STATE OF NEBRASKA.

The carrier tone of the Emergency Broadcast System continued, the pre-recorded voice was replaced by the familiar voice of Carol Schrader. She is the anchorwoman for Omaha's top news station and a rising star. On February 21, 1984, her new career arch began, as the voice of an entire state.

”The United States is under nuclear attack." She said emphatically. "We urge you to remain calm and seek shelter immediately, this is the Emergency Broadcast System for the State of Nebraska. It is 12:05pm Central Standard Time. 10 minutes ago, U.S. military confirmed that an attack against the United States was underway. We have received reports from the wire services saying that a number of military installations have been hit. We do know that Washington D.C. was confirmed destroyed by enemy missiles. Again, I urge you to seek shelter. Missile could reach areas here in Nebraska anytime in the next few minutes!"

National Airbone Command Post (NEACP) E-4B NIGHTWATCH/”Guardian” 12:06pm/1806 ZULU

The E-4B was buffeted fighting the winds coming from the nuclear explosions on the west coast.

”So far,” CINC-SAC. “We lost the Washington Metro, New York, Boston, Newport News, Miami…Loring, Maine, Elmendorf, Beale, Vandenberg. We lost contact with Hawaii two minutes ago.”

Another General asked. “What about allies?”

”England's taking a pounding. French military sites are gone. NATO headquarters in Brussels is gone.”

”Sir” Glenn said. “We should start seeing the land-based strategic missiles hitting CONUS in an estimated 15-17 minutes.

Rick, Ed and their families are huddled in their bomb shelter on the farm. Chip is listening close to the radio broadcasts. He is softly crying. He is thinking of his grandparents…and thinking of Jill.

”I miss Jill” Chip thought. “I wish she was here.”

In a shelter underneath their parent’s home in Howells, Walt mans his radio set. Getting information. Jennifer holds Jill as the young girl sits against the wall.

She is crying. Thinking of her friends back in Omaha who did not evacuate.

She was thinking of Chip. “I wish Chip was here hugging me,” she thought.

Carolina Welch listens to the radio hoping its all a dream. Her son realizes it won’t be. Dina hangs onto Matt and all their parents hold on to each other. “

Cao Vieh and the other girls are all worried and sad. Frank is trying as best he can to calm them down.

Governor Kerrey is in his private quarters. In the middle of a briefing he needed a minute to compose himself. He is not alone. The Actress is there, too. They hope to reach an explosion of their own before the missiles come.

Jacqueline Gilliard is pensive and alone in her thoughts. She was cleaning a weapon in the emergency bunker Tyler Tyles built in an abandoned ranch near Wayne, Nebraska. She has her weapons, an NBC suit and a map to the Dodge County Jail.

Tyler Tyles is listening in on the desperate pleas on the Emergency Broadcast System to “seek shelter”. He is smiling, for he sees this as part of a prophetic certainty. "I AM THE PHOENIX,” he thinks with glee.

Refugees pour into the control centers or anywhere they can find. Thousands are still stuck on Interstate 80 as far east as the outskirts of Omaha.

A group of students and Nebraska football players huddle underneath Memorial Stadium in an older aera near the fooball weight room. An elderly man was already there, sipping on a protein shake.

One of the players can’t believe it, “You shouldn’t be here, sir! What are you doing here?”

”There’s no place I’d rather be, lad,” he said in that familiar tone. “I’d rather be here at Memorial Stadium at the end than anywhere else.”

[FONT=”System”]1809 ZULU[/FONT]
[FONT=”System”]AMERICAN SLBMS HIT SOVIET TARGETS IN EUROPEAN RUSSIA AND SIBERIA ARCHANGELESK MURMUANSK PETROPOVLASK[/FONT]


[FONT=”System”]1811 ZULU[/FONT]
[FONT=”System”]SOVIET ICBM LAUNCHED FROM MOBILE ICBM LAUNCHER IN WESTERN SIBERIA -- TARGET... MUNICIPAL AIRPORT, LINCOLN, NE USA [/FONT]

”The United States is under nuclear attack. We urge you to remain calm and seek shelter immediately, this is the Emergency Broadcast System for the State of Nebraska," Carol Schrader continued. "According to the Associated Press, a number of major cities on the East and West Coasts of our country have been destroyed..."

National Airborne Command Post (NEACP) E-4B NIGHWATCH “Guardian” 1818 ZULU/12:17pm Central Standard

The CINC-SAC, assorted generals and Captain Glenn are busy ripping and filing the printouts from the battle staff at the SAC underground command is Omaha. They need to get as much as they can. Offutt isn’t long for the world.

”Here’s what we know,” the deputy commander/General said from Omaha. “Washington is gone, but there is a surviving FEMA team at Olney, and President Reagan did get away. We got a radio contact as he was heading west. Most of the Boston-New York-Philadelphia corridor is gone. Groton, Newport News, Northern Maine is the same. Elmendorf, Beale, Sea-Tac and now they are going after silos..what didn’t get out of the ground yet, anyway…”

”Why would Reagan head west?” Glenn asked.

”Captain, there was talk about a western redoubt near Cheyenne Mountain, but the Soviets didn’t know about Greenbrier…or did they?”

”Either way, he missed Washington going up by 2 minutes,” the deputy CINC said.

”Bennie,” the deputy CINC said. “It has been an honor to serve with you, sir.”

”I feel the same, Dolph.” The CINC said. “God Bless.”

”You too, General…” the deputy CINC said. “Captain Harper, keep that plane flying, Navy.”

”Aye, aye sir!”

Offutt Air Force Base, Nebraska 12:24pm CST/1824 ZULU

The first warhead made a straight descent for a point above Offutt. There were maybe 5 planes left. Three extenders and 2 EC-135s. One of the KC-10s got away and the pilot flew North to Northwest as fast as three engines would take them.

One minute later… 20 megaton airburst… The four planes on the ground melt to the runaway. Any personnel not in a shelter is dead. Any personnel in one are asphyxiated.

At 1827 ZULU the next warheads come. Two 100 kiloton weapons to knock out communications links to the base. Two more 100kt weapons take out the bridges connecting Interstate 80 to Interstate 480 and the bridge connection to US-75 near Bellevue.

A 20 megaton ground burst goes nose-on against the what houses the SAC underground command post. The Hole would survive the blast, but the personnel inside are entombed.

Grandma Margaret and Aunt May-May’s house in North Omaha.

”The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” Grandma Margaret and Auntie May-May read together. "He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.”

Margaret and May were born exactly 4 minutes part. They’ve been inseparable throughout their lives.

They came into this earth together. They lived on it together. They met the Lord together.

At 1829 ZULU/12:29pm Central Standard Time..The onslaught truly began. Minot. Ellsworth. Warren. The silos. The bases. Decapitate and destroy any means to fight back. Tinker AFB, Oklahoma, the bases in Texas…gone…Denver, Colorado…Cheyenne, Wyoming gone...

At 1832 ZULU/ 12:32pm Central Standard Time, a 10 megaton warhead ground burst at the Omaha-Douglas City-County Building. Much of Omaha was already decimated by the attacks on Offutt. This put up maximum damage toward Omaha’s western suburbs.

At the time of the initial impact at Offutt, the Omaha metro area had an estimated 305, 000 people still in or around it. The initial immediate death rate is at approximately 85,000. In two hours it would be around 150,000…and counting, as those trying to escape would face high rads, and heavy fallout.

The Soviet warheads, each rated between 250 and 500 kilotons rained down on the silos. Most were already empty, a few just got their counterforce strikes out. A precious few didn’t. 3% of the warheads failed. The United States faces similar conditions when their weapons reached the Soviet Union. The Nebraska silos alone got an estimated 165 warheads of varying strength

By 1840ZULU/12:40pm Central time – Major population centers and secondary bases saw mushroom clouds rising…including Chicago. Detriot. Pittsburgh. Little Rock.....Toronto..Edmonton…Montreal

Nebraska Air National Guard A-7 “Husker 1-8” nearing Lincoln, NE

”Husker 1-8 to FOXTROT…acknowledge…”

The radio was filled with static. With intermittent signals…

”This……Iowa……Des Moines….THIS FIRESTORM……”

”Seek Shelter….This…..Dakota Civil…….”

”Our home and native……”

”Which Art In Heaven….”

The pilot saw a light in the sky arching toward Lincoln…He banked away from city. Seeing the warhead falling…He was hoping to shield himself if there was a blast…”

The pilot was expecting the a blast....Three-and-a-half minutes later....NUDET.

The blast wave didn’t seem as strong as the pilot thought it would be ..He rode out the blast and bank his plane back toward the city……

He looked deep in the distance…He could see Memorial Stadium….

The football stadium was still standing.



Nebraska Air National Guard F-4 Phantom “Husker 1-4” north of Kearney, Nebraska.. 2:20pm CST/2020 ZULU

It was either head back or hold for an Extender…and as fate what have it, a KC-135 just happened to be in the neighborhood.

”Husker 1-4, hailing Extender 1-3-5 do you copy,” Todd said in his radio.

”Extender 1-3-5 to Husker 1-4…what unit is that call sign..”

”Nebraska Guard. Doing out sweeps and we could use some fuel, can you spare some for a few Huskers.”

”Sure can, Nebraska Guard, hell we flew out of Offutt. What’s left of it.”

Todd led his fighters into line with the extender. During the refuelings. Todd tried to get some news.

”Have you heard anything? I’ve been up here since it started.”

The extender pilot replied. “I really don’t know that much. I know Omaha’s gone, and I know Washington’s gone. But look on the bright side, so is Moscow…"

”What about the President?”

”That I don’t know, Hopefully he got out of Washington in time. I remember one of the brass in Omaha saying he hadn’t left yet, when they made us leave. This KC-10 right here was one of the last to get out of Omaha alive.

Approaching Ukhta-Sosnogorsk, USSR.

Major Rochelle was ready…4 miles to target…and it had to be something the Soviet wanted to protect. SAMs sites guard the perimeter.

The bomb bay doors. open

”2 miles to target…get ready to drop both….”


BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!

”1 mile to target..”

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

”Major, they have SAM lock on us.

Major Rochelle said…”Too late for them now….5,….4…..3….2…..1 BOMBS AWAY!!!”

Major Rochelle climbed sharp as both nuclear bombs fell. A pair of bombs headed down as the SAM climbed toward the B-52…

Rochelle closed the curtain as he used to instruments to track the streaking missile…”

The Navigator monitor the explosion…”4….3…2….1……”

The two flashes said it all. 5 megatons that caved the bunker and made it unliveable. The communications were completely destroyed and structurally its cave it in hard. It was sealed up, heated up and nobody was leaving it alive. No one was leaving it at all.

General Nikolai Vasileyevich Ogarkov was badly burned in the bombing of the bunker.. He would die of his injuries and radiation poisoning 2 hours later, over the next 72 hour the entire roster within the bunker would die.

Rochelle raced away jink violently to evade the missile…He was partially successful…the missile impact exploded as the B-52 jinked away.

”Major Rochelle could smell the smoke from the damaged electric wires…”Navs DAMAGE REPORT..

The good news is, we are flying.,” the Navigator said. “The bad news is…We are leaking fuel…It damaged a fuel line…recalculating rate of fuel loss and probably landing areas.

”Damn Ralph,” Major Rochelle thought. “Why didn’t you just take that damn missile up the ass? It ain’t like we got something to go home to”


BASE ALPHA – Governor’s Briefing – 3:00pm CST/2100 ZULU ATTACK+ approx 3 hours.

Nebraska remains under a state of emergency. Radiation levels statewide are DANGEROUS! Remain inside until further notice.

”Okay, what do we know?” Governor Kerrey asked.

”Omaha is Gone,” the lieutenant governor said. “Observers say Omaha took maybe 5 warheads.”

”We received a report on Lincoln, but it is disputed. Someone outside of the city say Lincoln got hit, but we got a garbed message from one of the pilots say it a good deal of the city is still standing,” the national guard communication op said.

”Next the silos out west,” Governor Kerrey said. “Any word.”

”Yes, we got a comminications via Morse Code from the Game and Fish warden at Lake McConaughy, ” the NEMA chief said as he handed the note to Governor Kerrey.

[FONT=”system”]”Heavy fallout from Missile bases to the south and from F.E. Warren. Maybe 100 rads an hour.”[/FONT]

”Good Lord. They have completely destroyed the panhandle.”

”That’s a lot of the state right now, Bob,” Dr. Suhr, the medical officer said. “Heavy fallout all over. The Soviets threw everything they could the silos. You can bet on it. Nebraska has what? 80-85 Minuteman silos? The Soviet probably allocated one warhead per silo at least, They may have put 2 or more on many of them. That’s 160 at least.…at roughly 500 kilotons per warhead? That’s a lot of megatonnage.”

”The Soviets hit the hell out of the silos,” Dr. Suhr said slowly. “I underestimate how much they’d wiped them out. We’re talking 100 rads/hour in a lot of places. Out there it could 200 or 300. Anything west of Ogallala is dead. Anything east of Lincoln is dead. And a lot of people were caught out in the explosions, especially in Columbus and Dodge County.”

How about food distribution, Steve?”

The state agriculture director was blunt. “Three weeks, maybe four if the current fallout numbers hold up. ”

near North Platte, Nebraska – 3:30pm/2130 ZULU

Husker 1-4, Husker 1-5, Husker 1-6 and Husker 1-7 have fuel. The F-4 Phantoms continue their patrol through the darkened skies, every few minutes sending back a fallout report. The fallout looked like snow. It will be pretty, if it wasn't deadly.

Most population centers in Nebraska weren’t hit, but the missile silos 100 or more miles away were devastated. F.E. Warren Air Force Base, more than 170 miles away was a crater surrounded by a devastated Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Todd checked his radar it was clean for a second….but then…He saw two blips…about 15 miles off.

”Guys are you picking up anything on the radars”

”Yeah,” Husker 1-6 reported “2 contacts 15 miles out…”

”Lets intercept and investigate,” Todd said. “Husker 1-4 to FOXTROT…We have a radar contact..we are just checking it out.”

”Roger 1-4…”

The four jets flew to see what the contact was.

15 miles away, two sleek, gray jets fly through the post-attack dusk.

Twelve hours ago, the men in the planes were at their base – In Soviet Siberia.

Sleek supersonic shapes cutting through the skies over Nebraska.

Within 6 minutes, the Phantoms made visual contact. Gray jets….Red stars on the tail…Tu-22M3 “BACKFIRE” Bombers.

Todd got on his radio, “Attention…identified aircraft….you are in Nebraska airspace, please acknowledge.”

Husker 1-5 didn’t want to wait. “LOOK!!!!! Red Stars! RUSSKIES!!!!”

Todd saw the red star on the tail in A short flash of sunlight. He put on his oxygen mask…”ENGAGE ON THEM NOW!!!!!!”

”Husker 1-4 to FOXTROT ENGAGING! I REPEAT ENEMY CONTACT WE ARE ENGAGING!”

BASE FOXTROT Control – 3:40pm/2140 ZULU

”Husker 1-4 to FOXTROT ENGAGING! I REPEAT ENEMY CONTACT WE ARE ENGAGING!”


BASE ALPHA – 3:41pm/2141 ZULU

”We’re still gathering reports from the area near the hydro plants. As for Radio Nebraska, they had some minor damage, but they say they can resume programming in a few hours they hope. Their fallout situation is a little bit better..but,”

One of the military men busted in..”EXCUSE ME, SIRS…Governor Kerrey, you are needed in the situation room…Now, sir!”

”What’s happened?”

”Our pilots with Nebraska 173 made contact with some Soviet bombers near North Platte, sir. They are engaging!"

The entire room headed to the situation room., quickly.


Todd took his Phantom into a sharp turn and dove into an attack angle, noticing how the two Backfire were dropping altitude..

Todd began working on a lock. Working the head-ups display…He decided to get closer. No missiles…He switched to his guns.

”WELCOME TO NEBRASKA!” he yelled as he fired on one of the bombers.

The Soviet pilots evaded the initial shots. They stayed together. They had a mission and they would conduct it.

”Watch for rear guns, guys.”

The bombers had variable geometry wings…and the pilots had the skill to use them to get needed speed and maneuverability. The Nebraskans had numbers, but the Russians had experience. And then used it to force Husker 1-7 off the scent…It over shot the the fighter and was thrown off course behind the second Backfire…Husker 1-7 was gun candy…and the Soviet gunner was at the candy shop..

”I’m hit!!!!!” screamed Husker 1-7…The cannon fire rendered his Phantom inoperative…The damage shorted out both ejection levers. The pilot, a farm equipment mechanic from Wood River, Nebraska when not a citizen-soldier, would be a casualty of the Third World War.

The two Backfire bombers broke off. One headed south and was on his burners, one headed north. Both readying nuclear weapons. Both had a target just minutes away.”

”Husker 1-6, take 1-5 and catch that guy!!!! HE’S GOING FOR THE NORTH PLATTE HYDRO PLANT! ”

What about you?”

”The other guy is starting a bombing run…I’m closest to him..”

Todd punched the Phantom for all it was worth. He knew the Backfire had to slow down if they were going for the target he thought they were going for.

”Bailey,” Todd thought. “They want to take out the rail yard!”

The bomber heading South had the wings swept back in a headlong rush to make the bombing run. Husker 1-5 worked his way into a missile lock...

”Husker 1-5…Fox 1!”

A Sparrow missile lept off his wing and made a beeline for the Backfire…”

The Soviet pilot was no rookie…He deployed his chaff, and the missile bought it…Negative impact.

The gunner in the back had his bead on 1-5. The cannon fire forces 1-5 to spin away and return. Husker 1-6 scrambling to get in fight went over the top of the Backfire...The Soviet navigator is plotting the final course. The Nebraskans may only get one more chance at the speed he was going.

Todd was drawing on everything Beechcraft Bob taught him about how to get the most speed possible. The Soviet pilot jinked, banked and turned, but Todd was staying with him. For Todd, this was the moment he wanted his whole life. The kid who wasn’t smart enough for the Air Force Academy. The ne’erdowell student, but good flyer, was now in the middle of a battle in World War III.

The Soviet pilot needed to turn to gain another pass on the rail yard 4 miles away. Union Pacific Bailey Yard is the world’s largest rail terminal. With the corporate terminus of the Union Pacific at Omaha destroyed, keeping alive Bailey is critical.

Todd chased the Soviet pilot with a grim determination. This was his Orange Bowl. The Nebraska Cornhuskers vs. The Soviet Union.

Three miles to target…The Backfire had the wings swept back. The target was ahead. The big rail yard. The place that the Yankees could use to put their imperialist nation back together. The pilot remembered the words of the KGB zampolit prior to take off from Siberia. "This place reminds me of my home in the Ukraine," the Soviet pilot thought. "I wonder if Pripyat is still there. Perhaps not. There was nuclear facility near the town. The Yankees certainly would have destroyed it."

Major Piotr Yevgenyvich Bonchenko, Voenno-Vozdushnye Sily Sovetskaya Soyuza. Pripyat, Ukraine.

Todd had his man…He had him…”One move too many, Commie!” Todd thought.

”Husker 1-4….FOX 2!

The Sidewinder was slightly right…but still on line. The Soviet pilot tried the flares but the sidewinder didn’t bite…It was locked on the engine heat.”

Out of desperation, the Backfire climbed…The missile made contact and damage the plane…Putting it in the tailspin…

Todd let out a wild yell…”YEEEEEEAH!!!! GO BIG RED!!!!!!!!!!! SIRS, ONE BOMBER DOWNED ABOUT 6 MILES SHORT OF HIS TARGET!!!!! Saw two possibly three ejections…”

Three members of the bomber's crew punched out and fell toward the cold earth below.

Todd regained his head and and reoriented his plane north to turn south he felt his . He closed his eyes for an instant to refocus.…

He open his eyes….He could still see..and what he saw was the mushroom cloud to the south..

”THEY TOOK THE HYDRO DAM,...SONOFABITCH!!!!!! Ray’s gone!!!! And they bombed the plant!!!!!!! SWEET JESUS,” Cried Husker 1-5.

2ND Lieutenant Doug Kroeker, Nebraska Air National Guard. Wood River, Nebraska KILLED BY ENEMY ACTION. 21 FEBRUARY 1984

2ND Lieutenant Ray Federspiel, Nebraska Air National Guard. Dannebrog, Nebraska
KILLED BY ENEMY ACTION. 21 FEBRUARY 1984

”Husker 1-4 to FOXTROT…Come in FOXTROT.”

”FOXTROT to Husker 1-4, acknowledge.”

”Sirs, we have NUDET confirmed at 2200 ZULU. I’m sorry sirs. They took out North Platte Hydro,” Todd said, nearly in tears.

”Husker 1-4 this is the Governor,” Governor Kerrey said. “What happened to the other bomber.”

Todd was still nearly in tears, “I shot the other one down about 8 miles short of Bailey Yards. I saw ejections from the bomber, sir..but….but…..”

Todd broke down and sobbed as he hovered over North Platte..”We lost Doug and Ray,” he wailed. “God bless them both…”

”Husker 1-4, 1-5 return to base immediately and report to decontamination upon arrival…FOXTROT out…”

”Men,” the Governor said. “You got one of them, and that was worth a lot. Get home safe.”

”Yes sir,” Todd said.

Todd saw the burning dam out to his right. He noticed some fire trucks in the area, trying to put out the burning dam and the nuclear firestorm. It was foolish. It was suicide. For Todd it was a sign of the failure of the day, despite the intact Bailey Yards behind him.

Lieutenant Todd Trofholz, Nebraska Air National Guard. Schuyler, Nebraska CONFIRMED KILL ON SOVIET Tu-22M3 OVER NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA 21 FEBRUARY 1984

Lieutenant Lance Smithey, Nebraska Air National Guard. Omaha, Nebraska ENGAGED SOVIET Tu-22M3 OVER NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA 21 FEBRUARY 1984

The Battle of North Platte, Nebraska like the rest of World War III, ended with no winners, only survivors.
From here, a new war begins. The struggle to survive day-by-day.

”This is Radio Nebraska. It is 5:00pm Central Standard time, Tuesday February 21, 1984. Nebraska is under a state of Emergency. These are the following radiation reports for major areas in the state…. Radiation levels statewide are DANGEROUS! Remain in protective shelters until further notice. I repeat, REMAIN IN PROTECTIVE SHELTERS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE...."
 
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Good update, Chip...

Let me guess, the elderly man was Bob Devaney (he would have been sixty-eight in February 1984)?

Damn, I hope Tony is still alive (even though, as I said, he has about a 10-20 percent chance of surviving).

This brings the horror of nuclear war home, moreso than The Day After.

What targets were destroyed and which ones are still standing, Chip?

When our Turtledove awards begin nominations, you are at the top of the list.
 
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This was powerful. Amazing. Tragic.
And I'm surprised the silo was named for a pacifist... (And that I'm the first to mention it...)
 
Ogarkov is dead. May he enjoy the fires of Hell, as he topped everyone in Hell by sheer numbers.

The only question is, where will Ralph land (if he doesn't crash)?

Memorial Stadium is still standing...the missile must have gone off course.

Hoping Jackie and Tynes get theirs.

Hope Gail's parents get underground, and stay there.
 
I just checked and if I amnot mistaken, the only line in operation in 1984 was Paris-Lyon. I don’t knowif a speedlink makes sense there afterwards…

However, in the long run, Francemight revive the project. I am sure that railway traffic earlier regainsimportance than flight. Hard to think of cities to link. Bordeaux will be one,as Dunois seems hell-bent to let it survive. And then…?

The LGV line will be less impacted by the strikes than the normal line which goes through via Dijon. I could therefore perhaps see it as becoming less and less of an high speed line but more a normal line.

As for Bordeaux no decisions are made yet, but it is worth remembering that in Britain comparatibely large cities like Leicester, Gloucester, Swansea have survived either by virtue of not being a target or by virtue of having a lucky miss, Portsmouth's miracle being the best illustration of this. Compared to Britain on the other hand, France will likely lose more her steelmaking, refining and general industrial capacity. The first two of which are critical to get any kind of industry going again.

To be fair though, in France Paris's importance in all spheres is a gigantic and its irreplacable loss will have huge effects on France. Effects which are very hard to predict, especially when society enters a stage away from survival and into recovery. France will have lost part of her soul I think, something made many times worse by the fact that as far as I am aware, no preparations existed to evacuate the major artworks in the Museums.

In the very long term I think that French identity itself will be changed somewhat due to the effects of the war. In Britain, a lot more people have survived the war in Northern Ireland, Wales and Scotland than in England. England's won't therefore have the same weight in the post war United Kingdom and this will have consequences down the line.
In France, the post war borders in say 2011 might be different from the pre war one's after all, especially if Germany is heavily depopulated. Most of the population in France has always lived in the Eastern parts of the nation, but post war this will shift dramatically to the west. Heavily populated regions like the Pas de Calais, Lorraine, Alsace and the Marseilles area won't have the same weight in TTL 2011 France compared to OTL. Brittany if it has been lightly hit might represent 10% of the French population for example, unlike the present 5%. To which extent this will change French culture I am not sure, but I can easily see the dishes of surviving regions (especially if they don't require imported produce) becoming the new mainstream dishes of French cuisine for example. The mainstream French accent could also change slightly, away from Parisian towards the Loire valley and general western accents.

What is also interesting is what will emerge from the war philosophically speaking decades down the line. In surviving albeit badly mauled places like Britain, France, Italy or America. This will have been the third major war in a century. Nihilism could take hold on a truly unprecented scale along the lines of "why bother rebuilding if it will be destroyed again in twenty years time". Pacifism could gain huge traction, especially if associated with a religious revival of some kind think about something like "the answer to war, is peace under the cross and Jesus ...". Science could get discredited or alternatively enhanced especially if recovery is swift (which I believe it can be with the right policies and decisions).
Some people have said that one the effects of the Black Plague in Europe, was to raise wages and allow the conditions for the industrial revolutions down the line. Might we see something similar happening there but with robotics, forty or fifty years down the line (robots could also clean up black zones)?
This is fascinating stuff in a way I find!
 

TheKinkster

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One minor quibble...Reagan would NEVER have told Ogarkov to "go screw yourself". In that situation, with everything on the line, he wouldn't have said something to provoke Ogarkov. Wouldn't have happened.
 
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