Here it is my first thread, parts I and II previously posted here: https://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=214970
Northern wind, part I
Paul had said it to me one morning we were waiting for the school bus; “This Reagan dude, he’s going to kill us all”. I said, “yeah, - sure”. And we started to talk about girls. We were 15 years old, who cared about politics. Girls, cigarettes, alcohol and music, that’s what’s important.
Haakonsvern naval base, Bergen – Norway.
29. January 1984.
“Med bakgrunn i den siste tidens internasjonale hendelser er det fra forsvarsjefen side besluttet at det fra og med I dag kl 0800 er innført høyeste beredskap på alle forsvarets installasjoner. ” (From the chief of the Norwegian forces; due to the increasing international crisis, From today 0800 it is highest alert on all Norwegian defense forces installations).
The worker sighed, and went of the buss facing the entrance to the naval base. He knew what to expect from the security personnel; only one thing was troubling him. This time they had live ammo, this was not a drill. And one thing he knew for sure; conscripts with live ammo tended to be trigger happy. Everything could happen. But the job had to be done, in these times everybody knew how important it was to get the destroyer ready. Should the Soviets try to invade, well RNN needed every ship available. But the worker knew everything would happen in Germany and in the North of Norway. The land of the midnight sun could be the land of thousand suns. He knew he was safe in the bunker. That was unless the unspeakable would happen.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
The janitor cursed, this was to much for one man. To many books had to be carried away, and where to? He knew nothing. All he was told was to empty the shelters in the basement of the school. Get rid of all the shit that was laying about. He had to see the principal, he needed help. It’s just to many books, and what should we do with the darkroom? It’s a mess out there, it’s a mess in here. Fuck this shit!
KNM “Nordkapp” , Ekofisk oilfield 320 Km of the coast of Norway.
“We got contact!” No panic in the voice, but still there was a different tone. A whole new reality was thrown upon us this week. No more looking for Spanish pirate-fishermen. The chopper that used to search for trawlers was now on the lookout for a different kind of fish. “It’s the same kind as yesterday – Soviet” The captain order us to follow him, sonar only. “Get the chopper down now, might need it later. Report the coordinates and heading to Naval Command”. It’ was the third sub we’ve encountered that week. We all looked forward to a week in drydock.
I went to see Paul that evening. He might have got some new records. He’s my best friend, but could be a complete ass sometimes. He always said what he felt, but then again. You never had to wonder what he was thinking or where he was heading.
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Northern wind part II, Norway, February 1984.
The retrofitting of the ship was nearly finished. They’ve gotten two more racks of depth charges and the new and bigger main gun. The order to go south and help out with the guarding of the off-shore oil fields had come as a surprise. The long and boring days of chasing trawlers in the midst of arctic storms was replaced with the thrill of scouting for subs and jets. But it soon got clear to them that the ship needed more armament. They got the two anti submarine torpedo tubes, but needed more depth charges. They were old fashioned but even so, very effective at the shallow waters in the North Sea. A rack for the Penguin missiles and some extra AA guns were mounted on pre made positions, somebody had caught a brainwave when designing this ship. The retrofitting went alright and we were more than happy to be allowed on shore leave, the big party we were expecting did not occur. Bergen seems to be a quiet town these days.Back on the ship our captain kept us busy so we didn’t think too much. Emergency drills, weapons drills, first aid drills, everything to make us prepared and keep the fear at bay. A few more days of work and then off to guard the oilrigs.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
In the basement of the school a totally new and refurbished shelter was almost ready to use. The janitor was amazed of the progress of the last two weeks. The transition from a makeshift storage to a shelter in two weeks, was more than he had expected to be possible. Accommodations for 100 people were in place. As soon as the water and food was brought in they could stay there for 3 weeks, if necessary. The janitor hoped that things would quiet down. The news was depressing. Today Heimevernet (the National Guard) had been called out. Things were growing darker, checkpoints all over the place. Half of the pupils and one third of the teachers were not at school these days. The janitor wished he had a reason to stay at home.
Haakonsvern naval base
The worker was dead tired. 14 hours of work a day was not to his liking, but they were under orders. The coastguard ship and that damn retrofitting was a real pain in the ass but they were almost ready. And that Frigate in the dry dock needed a little bit more TLC before it was ready. Give us a week and things will be quieter. Maybe he then could take a week off and head for the mountains. A little bit of rest, red wine and stargazing would be nice.
The band fell apart before my eyes. I guess we all were a little distracted by the events in the world. The drummer’s father was called out to do his duty as a soldier in Heimevernet (National Guard). The bass player was gone with the rest of his family, nobody knew where. The rest of us stopped caring, I went to see Paul. He had a lot of music, we could sit around listen to records and smoke all night. Could have been good times, but there where checkpoints to pass, curtains to be drawn, makeshift shelters to build. We could not wrap our heads around it. We sat down and talked about it, and agreed that if the bomb came to the airport or the naval base we were fucked. The blast would cross the fjord and kill us all.
On the way to the school the next day we were stunned to see Heimevernet (National Guard) at the tank park belonging to Shell and Mobile. Serious guys with submachine guns. Fathers and uncles posing as soldiers. It was a cold winter day with snow falling, no wind blew.
Northern wind, part I
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
The band was rehearsing in the basement of one of my friend’s house. We were all feeling like big rock stars but I supposed we were as crappy as our instruments. But none the less we were young and full of guts. This evening we lacked the energy. Stopped playing and just sat around, smoking. For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Paul had said it to me one morning we were waiting for the school bus; “This Reagan dude, he’s going to kill us all”. I said, “yeah, - sure”. And we started to talk about girls. We were 15 years old, who cared about politics. Girls, cigarettes, alcohol and music, that’s what’s important.
Haakonsvern naval base, Bergen – Norway.
29. January 1984.
“Med bakgrunn i den siste tidens internasjonale hendelser er det fra forsvarsjefen side besluttet at det fra og med I dag kl 0800 er innført høyeste beredskap på alle forsvarets installasjoner. ” (From the chief of the Norwegian forces; due to the increasing international crisis, From today 0800 it is highest alert on all Norwegian defense forces installations).
The worker sighed, and went of the buss facing the entrance to the naval base. He knew what to expect from the security personnel; only one thing was troubling him. This time they had live ammo, this was not a drill. And one thing he knew for sure; conscripts with live ammo tended to be trigger happy. Everything could happen. But the job had to be done, in these times everybody knew how important it was to get the destroyer ready. Should the Soviets try to invade, well RNN needed every ship available. But the worker knew everything would happen in Germany and in the North of Norway. The land of the midnight sun could be the land of thousand suns. He knew he was safe in the bunker. That was unless the unspeakable would happen.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
The janitor cursed, this was to much for one man. To many books had to be carried away, and where to? He knew nothing. All he was told was to empty the shelters in the basement of the school. Get rid of all the shit that was laying about. He had to see the principal, he needed help. It’s just to many books, and what should we do with the darkroom? It’s a mess out there, it’s a mess in here. Fuck this shit!
KNM “Nordkapp” , Ekofisk oilfield 320 Km of the coast of Norway.
“We got contact!” No panic in the voice, but still there was a different tone. A whole new reality was thrown upon us this week. No more looking for Spanish pirate-fishermen. The chopper that used to search for trawlers was now on the lookout for a different kind of fish. “It’s the same kind as yesterday – Soviet” The captain order us to follow him, sonar only. “Get the chopper down now, might need it later. Report the coordinates and heading to Naval Command”. It’ was the third sub we’ve encountered that week. We all looked forward to a week in drydock.
I went to see Paul that evening. He might have got some new records. He’s my best friend, but could be a complete ass sometimes. He always said what he felt, but then again. You never had to wonder what he was thinking or where he was heading.
___________
Northern wind part II, Norway, February 1984.
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
KNM “Nordkapp”, Haakonsvern Naval Base Bergen. Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
The retrofitting of the ship was nearly finished. They’ve gotten two more racks of depth charges and the new and bigger main gun. The order to go south and help out with the guarding of the off-shore oil fields had come as a surprise. The long and boring days of chasing trawlers in the midst of arctic storms was replaced with the thrill of scouting for subs and jets. But it soon got clear to them that the ship needed more armament. They got the two anti submarine torpedo tubes, but needed more depth charges. They were old fashioned but even so, very effective at the shallow waters in the North Sea. A rack for the Penguin missiles and some extra AA guns were mounted on pre made positions, somebody had caught a brainwave when designing this ship. The retrofitting went alright and we were more than happy to be allowed on shore leave, the big party we were expecting did not occur. Bergen seems to be a quiet town these days.Back on the ship our captain kept us busy so we didn’t think too much. Emergency drills, weapons drills, first aid drills, everything to make us prepared and keep the fear at bay. A few more days of work and then off to guard the oilrigs.
Askøy County – Kleppestø.
In the basement of the school a totally new and refurbished shelter was almost ready to use. The janitor was amazed of the progress of the last two weeks. The transition from a makeshift storage to a shelter in two weeks, was more than he had expected to be possible. Accommodations for 100 people were in place. As soon as the water and food was brought in they could stay there for 3 weeks, if necessary. The janitor hoped that things would quiet down. The news was depressing. Today Heimevernet (the National Guard) had been called out. Things were growing darker, checkpoints all over the place. Half of the pupils and one third of the teachers were not at school these days. The janitor wished he had a reason to stay at home.
Haakonsvern naval base
The worker was dead tired. 14 hours of work a day was not to his liking, but they were under orders. The coastguard ship and that damn retrofitting was a real pain in the ass but they were almost ready. And that Frigate in the dry dock needed a little bit more TLC before it was ready. Give us a week and things will be quieter. Maybe he then could take a week off and head for the mountains. A little bit of rest, red wine and stargazing would be nice.
The band fell apart before my eyes. I guess we all were a little distracted by the events in the world. The drummer’s father was called out to do his duty as a soldier in Heimevernet (National Guard). The bass player was gone with the rest of his family, nobody knew where. The rest of us stopped caring, I went to see Paul. He had a lot of music, we could sit around listen to records and smoke all night. Could have been good times, but there where checkpoints to pass, curtains to be drawn, makeshift shelters to build. We could not wrap our heads around it. We sat down and talked about it, and agreed that if the bomb came to the airport or the naval base we were fucked. The blast would cross the fjord and kill us all.
On the way to the school the next day we were stunned to see Heimevernet (National Guard) at the tank park belonging to Shell and Mobile. Serious guys with submachine guns. Fathers and uncles posing as soldiers. It was a cold winter day with snow falling, no wind blew.
Thats it for now. There will be one more update before the nukes fly in Norway.
Here is my list of possible targets in Norway:
Here is my list of possible targets in Norway:
- Oslo, capitol
- Gardermoen, Airport north of Oslo.
- Sola Airport outside Satvanger.
- Haakonsvern Navalbase outside Bergen.
- Flesland airport outside Bergen.
- Early warning radarsite outside Bodø.
- Bodø airport, main fighter base of Norway.
- Bardufoss Airport and airbase in Troms, Norway.
