1. "GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM....I REPEAT ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. "
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Land of Flatwater: Protect and Survive Middle America
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I missed this August 20th update!
Lucky me
It felt good to see it and read it.
The best type of white supremacist: a dumb one! YESSS!
One or Five work for me.
One especially since you've been floating it about and I haven't caught its significance yet...
Chipperback's Christmas Gift/Land Of Flatwater: PETER-SUGAR
A home in Lincoln, Nebraska -- Tuesday December 25, 2013 6:00am
"Good Morning and Merry Christmas from all of us at Radio Nebraska. It is 6am, welcome to our morning report on this Christmas Day, I'm Kimberly Arms"
Pope Augustine V called on the nations of the world to, "Continue a Godly, committed effort to agape love, and godly relationship worldwide." during the annual Christmas Mass in San Pedro Basilica in Nuevo Paulo, Brazil. Nebraska Archbishop, Cardinal Bartholomew Williams was on hand for the Mass, and we'll have an interview with him later this morning.
Here at home, a group of clergy of all faiths, along with social activists and citizens are setting up for a special morning service at the Chalco Hills Peace Park Overlook, the 10th annual Christmas Prayer for Peace Services with a backdrop overlooking the Omaha Exclusion Zone. Matt Welch, the head of Nebraskans For Peace, talked about the service last night during an interview with Radio Nebraska of why this service still resonates and why its necessary.
MATT WELCH: "At this special time of year, this service is a personal way for me to count blessings and at the same time to remember. Remember those who have been lost over this hard years since The Day The Missiles Came. And also celebrate another holiday with those still with us."
Programming notes for today -- Radio Nebraska will carry two live special addresses on this Christmas Morning. At 9am, Governor Turner Gill will make his annual Christmas address. At 10am, we will switch over to the Voice of America for the annual Presidential Christmas Address. President Harper will speak to the nation live from Columbia, Washington. Sources close to the President say the bulk of the speech will center around the coming summit talks toward American reinstatement in the United Nations."
At Noon today -- Radio Nebraska begins its special year-long series of programming centering around the events of the year of 1984. The series titled "30 Years Later" will begin today with special one-in-one conversation with University of Nebraska history professor Dr. E.D. Rochelle Jr., the author of what has been called a "Definitive history of post-war Nebraska" Land Of Flatwater.
Chip could already hear the stirring of young children as he woke up to the radio. The clock radio was more than 30 years old, but it was still working. One could actually get a new one these days, but why spend the Cal-Dollars when you don't need to.
Even with Radio Nebraska buzzing away, he stayed still. The man wrapped in a pair of soft arms, embracing a pleasant sleepy smile. He could hear his children giggle in their bedroom. If only he knew..
In the bedroom a little girl with an impish smile and spiky red hair was looking in a scrapbook, along with her younger brother.
"Look at them," the little girl exclaimed as she saw the picture. "Wow!" Her brother agreed.
"They looked like us," the girl said again, checking out the picture of the little boy and the little girl together.
"Is that mom and dad," the boy said.
"Yeah," the girl answered with another giggle. "Look at them."
There were so many pictures. Lots of pictures, surprisingly well-preserved in the three decades since they were taken. For children of this time, they were scenes from another planet.
The girl's eye focused on one picture. It was of their mom and dad..as kids....wrapped in each other's arms fast asleep.
The little boy looked at the picture. "What was that? Where was that?'
Chip listened to giggles and wonder in that next room, and had to know what was going on. He got up from bed, gazing at his wife sleeping peacefully, and ambled toward their bedroom..
He peeked inside and saw his two kids...looking at the scrapbook.
He smiled. "Seeing something you like in there?"
"Daddy," the little girl exclaimed. "Good morning, daddy."
"Good morning, My Princess. Good morning, Eddie. Merry Christmas. I see you found one of your gifts already."
"Gift?"
"Yes," Chip said. "That scrapbook is for you and your brother. Mom and I made it. "
"Dad, where did these come from?" Chip's daughter asked. "Is that you and mommy?"
Chip climbed onto the bed and looked over his daughter's shoulder. He looked down at the picture showing two happy little kids on a beach seemingly a world away. His heart beat faster all over again.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Chip held his son and daughter close. He felt a slight tear beginning to form.
"Daddy?" His daughter noticing the tear. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answered. "These picture mean a lot to me and your mother."
"Where were you?" The son asked.
"A place far south from here, son. I was about you two's age then so was your mother."
"What happened there?"
"It was a vacation, and it was the first time that I really knew..."
"Knew what daddy,"
"The first time that I really knew how much I love your mother."
As he said that another voice entered the room.
"Hey scoot over," the mother said. "What are you all looking at, huh?"
"They found the scrapbook, honey," Chip said.
Chip's wife giggled, "You two went snooping around for your presents. Something don't change do they."
She scrunched in between her son and her husband..The family huddled together.
"Mommy," the daughter said. "Daddy said this is where he knew he loved you."
She smiled as felt a soft puddle form in her eye. "He did, huh?"
As the mom and dad explained each picture both smiled at the memories of a special time. A special trip. It was Miami Beach, 1983.
Her felt her hand touch his. She felt each of his fingers interlock with hers. They both felt goosebumps again.
"Merry Christmas, Jill. I love you."
"I love you too, Chip."
The 1984 Orange Bowl
FEMA National Reconstruction Headquarters/Columbia, Washington Tuesday April 24, 1984 -- 7:00am
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM....I REPEAT ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT."
24 hours a day, every day for the last month, this message has been spoken across the secure EBS networks.
A Diogenes of the airwaves.
Looking for a true successor.
Lieutenant Wendolyn Boye, United States Air Force. Leigh, Nebraska.
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM...."
Lt. Boye had said it so much this morning, she had memorized it. Every 15 minutes, in addition to manning the public networks, she had to send out the message..
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM."
"Could somebody tell me exactly what I'm saying here..anybody?"
"LIEUTENANT!" said a voice through the dim light of the radio pod.
"YES SIR!" She snapped to attention in her seat.
"At ease Lieutenant...."
"Boye, sir. Lieutenant."
"I've heard of you," the voice said. "Recent promotion part of the FEMA-Services continuity task group."
The voice stepped from the shadows. Lt. General Colin Powell was awake early today.
"Lieutenant, that message is the most important thing being broadcast today."
"But what does it mean, sir?"
"GOLF-OSCAR -- Gathering Orders. You remember as you were getting here, we sending these out to get the forces in position right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Same deal, but a different objective -- that is where the next codewords come in"
"Peter Sugar? Sounds like a porn star or something"
"Very funny Lieutanant...PETER-SUGAR is what we are calling for...Possible Successor to the President of the United States. All the numbers are codes. Every member of the cabinet has a control card with the response codes on them. The codes are different for each member. If the response code matches then we may have a successor."
"Sir, if someone answers -- How do we find them."
The Lt. General was perplexed. "Lieutenant Boye, we'll cross that bridge when and if we come to it.."
Kansas National Guard/Kansas Emergency Management aid camp -- Great Bend, Kansas same time.
The base was teaming with refugees still, even after 2 months. Most were survivors of the attacks on Wichita, which was blown off the face of the earth in the early salvos of the nuclear exchange.
The radio op heard the same message, again.
"They've been running this same message on the SECURE EBS, at least its a different voice..."
"It could be another call for troops. Looking to see who's where."
"Why would we need more troops?"
The CO of the unit was looking on silently. "PETER-SUGAR....That's not a code word for battle...Has to be something else... FEMA-related.."
The CO left the radio room and went out into a slightly drizzly spring morning.
He headed toward a hardened bunker. It was the "office" space for the civilians. Surviving area political leadership and such.
There was a couple of federal-level people. He needed for them to hear what he heard.
He walked in on a meeting. A discussion on a unification of Kansas' two bodies claiming to be the emergency state government.
The CO had his eye on two people in particular.
"Kansas need to speak as one voice right now," the man intoned. He was definitely important and spoke with a gravity that people listening to. From the sound you could tell and one time he was in the military.
He was. Forty years ago as young man. He was one of those who went from the wheat fields to the battlefields to free Europe from Hitler. He was cited for bravery. He paid a price for it.
All eyes were on him.
One pair of eyes were occupied between the man up front and a notepad, furiously taking down what we being said, but also brainstorming options.
These were the two people the CO figured would know what the strange message from the west means.
"Excuse me, sir." the CO said. "I need you to hear something sir."
He looked to the person taking notes as well. "Ma'am I think you need to be in on this, too."
All three left the "office" and across the rainy marsh to the radio room..
As they walked in the message started..
ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM...
"This is what you are getting from.,..Walla Walla?," The man barked.
"They are calling the place 'Columbia' now, sir...ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR?"
"I'm not sure what that is," the man said.
The woman knew. "Honey, I do."
"Captain," she said to the CO, "Can we return a message on the secure channel?"
"Yes, we have the capablity to do it."
"Good," the woman said.."If I may.."
The woman asked the radio op for his headset. He gave it to her.
She put it on, cleared her throat...And then reached into a pocket in a flannel shirt she was wearing...and pulled out a card...the card contained a set of codes and numbers..
"PROPEL. PROPEL. PROPEL. PETER-SUGAR ACTUAL...FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN...ACKNOWLEDGE."
"Sir?" Lieutenant Boye asked. "A response?"
Lt. Gen Powell stayed calm. "Ask for a repeat of the message please."
The Lt. Gen then turned to aides. "Quickly get Gates in here, and tell him to bring the master cabinet code list...NOW! We have to confirm whom is answering."
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PLEASE REPEAT REPONSE PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM....I REPEAT ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT PLEASE REPEAT RESPONSE."
"GOLF-OSCAR I SAY AGAIN..."PROPEL. PROPEL. PROPEL. PETER-SUGAR ACTUAL...FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN..."
Ten minutes later Bob Gates came into the room with both aides carrying the codes
"Colin, what do we have.."
"A response on PETER-SUGAR..."
Lieutenant Boye had written down the response. The aides had quickly scanned the list..
FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN
SECRETARY OF TRANSPORTATION: DOLE, ELIZABETH.
"Sir," one of the aides said slowly. All codes and action word check...This is actual."
Powell took over the radio. "Attention. ADVANCEMENT CONFIRMED AS ACTUAL. PLEASE STATE COORDINATES AND STAND-BY KEEP FREQUENCY SECURE, ACKNOWLEDGE."
"Standing by, sir."
The woman asked the CO. "What are the coordinates?"
"Transmitting now ma'am..."
"Attention...ADVANCEMENT...Who are you? Can I ask that?"
"This is FEMA Command...Columbia. You have been confimed as actual. We have found you "RUNWAY".
The man raised an eyebrow, "RUNWAY?"
She blushed, "I know it's a little silly."
"We have your coordinates confirmed. Please hold position. We will make contact again in 2 hours...ADVANCEMENT Columbia OUT."
The entire radio room in the middle of Kansas looked at the woman.
"What exactly happened just now," The CO asked.
The old man looked at the woman. "Sweetheart, I get the feeling that this may mean a change of title for both of us."
The woman managed a smile..on the outside. But inside, she was scared.
"Of an entire cabinet...I'm the last one left? God help me."
to be continued.
A home in Lincoln, Nebraska -- Tuesday December 25, 2013 6:00am
"Good Morning and Merry Christmas from all of us at Radio Nebraska. It is 6am, welcome to our morning report on this Christmas Day, I'm Kimberly Arms"
Pope Augustine V called on the nations of the world to, "Continue a Godly, committed effort to agape love, and godly relationship worldwide." during the annual Christmas Mass in San Pedro Basilica in Nuevo Paulo, Brazil. Nebraska Archbishop, Cardinal Bartholomew Williams was on hand for the Mass, and we'll have an interview with him later this morning.
Here at home, a group of clergy of all faiths, along with social activists and citizens are setting up for a special morning service at the Chalco Hills Peace Park Overlook, the 10th annual Christmas Prayer for Peace Services with a backdrop overlooking the Omaha Exclusion Zone. Matt Welch, the head of Nebraskans For Peace, talked about the service last night during an interview with Radio Nebraska of why this service still resonates and why its necessary.
MATT WELCH: "At this special time of year, this service is a personal way for me to count blessings and at the same time to remember. Remember those who have been lost over this hard years since The Day The Missiles Came. And also celebrate another holiday with those still with us."
Programming notes for today -- Radio Nebraska will carry two live special addresses on this Christmas Morning. At 9am, Governor Turner Gill will make his annual Christmas address. At 10am, we will switch over to the Voice of America for the annual Presidential Christmas Address. President Harper will speak to the nation live from Columbia, Washington. Sources close to the President say the bulk of the speech will center around the coming summit talks toward American reinstatement in the United Nations."
At Noon today -- Radio Nebraska begins its special year-long series of programming centering around the events of the year of 1984. The series titled "30 Years Later" will begin today with special one-in-one conversation with University of Nebraska history professor Dr. E.D. Rochelle Jr., the author of what has been called a "Definitive history of post-war Nebraska" Land Of Flatwater.
Chip could already hear the stirring of young children as he woke up to the radio. The clock radio was more than 30 years old, but it was still working. One could actually get a new one these days, but why spend the Cal-Dollars when you don't need to.
Even with Radio Nebraska buzzing away, he stayed still. The man wrapped in a pair of soft arms, embracing a pleasant sleepy smile. He could hear his children giggle in their bedroom. If only he knew..
In the bedroom a little girl with an impish smile and spiky red hair was looking in a scrapbook, along with her younger brother.
"Look at them," the little girl exclaimed as she saw the picture. "Wow!" Her brother agreed.
"They looked like us," the girl said again, checking out the picture of the little boy and the little girl together.
"Is that mom and dad," the boy said.
"Yeah," the girl answered with another giggle. "Look at them."
There were so many pictures. Lots of pictures, surprisingly well-preserved in the three decades since they were taken. For children of this time, they were scenes from another planet.
The girl's eye focused on one picture. It was of their mom and dad..as kids....wrapped in each other's arms fast asleep.
The little boy looked at the picture. "What was that? Where was that?'
Chip listened to giggles and wonder in that next room, and had to know what was going on. He got up from bed, gazing at his wife sleeping peacefully, and ambled toward their bedroom..
He peeked inside and saw his two kids...looking at the scrapbook.
He smiled. "Seeing something you like in there?"
"Daddy," the little girl exclaimed. "Good morning, daddy."
"Good morning, My Princess. Good morning, Eddie. Merry Christmas. I see you found one of your gifts already."
"Gift?"
"Yes," Chip said. "That scrapbook is for you and your brother. Mom and I made it. "
"Dad, where did these come from?" Chip's daughter asked. "Is that you and mommy?"
Chip climbed onto the bed and looked over his daughter's shoulder. He looked down at the picture showing two happy little kids on a beach seemingly a world away. His heart beat faster all over again.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Chip held his son and daughter close. He felt a slight tear beginning to form.
"Daddy?" His daughter noticing the tear. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answered. "These picture mean a lot to me and your mother."
"Where were you?" The son asked.
"A place far south from here, son. I was about you two's age then so was your mother."
"What happened there?"
"It was a vacation, and it was the first time that I really knew..."
"Knew what daddy,"
"The first time that I really knew how much I love your mother."
As he said that another voice entered the room.
"Hey scoot over," the mother said. "What are you all looking at, huh?"
"They found the scrapbook, honey," Chip said.
Chip's wife giggled, "You two went snooping around for your presents. Something don't change do they."
She scrunched in between her son and her husband..The family huddled together.
"Mommy," the daughter said. "Daddy said this is where he knew he loved you."
She smiled as felt a soft puddle form in her eye. "He did, huh?"
As the mom and dad explained each picture both smiled at the memories of a special time. A special trip. It was Miami Beach, 1983.
Her felt her hand touch his. She felt each of his fingers interlock with hers. They both felt goosebumps again.
"Merry Christmas, Jill. I love you."
"I love you too, Chip."
The 1984 Orange Bowl
FEMA National Reconstruction Headquarters/Columbia, Washington Tuesday April 24, 1984 -- 7:00am
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM....I REPEAT ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT."
24 hours a day, every day for the last month, this message has been spoken across the secure EBS networks.
A Diogenes of the airwaves.
Looking for a true successor.
Lieutenant Wendolyn Boye, United States Air Force. Leigh, Nebraska.
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM...."
Lt. Boye had said it so much this morning, she had memorized it. Every 15 minutes, in addition to manning the public networks, she had to send out the message..
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM."
"Could somebody tell me exactly what I'm saying here..anybody?"
"LIEUTENANT!" said a voice through the dim light of the radio pod.
"YES SIR!" She snapped to attention in her seat.
"At ease Lieutenant...."
"Boye, sir. Lieutenant."
"I've heard of you," the voice said. "Recent promotion part of the FEMA-Services continuity task group."
The voice stepped from the shadows. Lt. General Colin Powell was awake early today.
"Lieutenant, that message is the most important thing being broadcast today."
"But what does it mean, sir?"
"GOLF-OSCAR -- Gathering Orders. You remember as you were getting here, we sending these out to get the forces in position right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Same deal, but a different objective -- that is where the next codewords come in"
"Peter Sugar? Sounds like a porn star or something"
"Very funny Lieutanant...PETER-SUGAR is what we are calling for...Possible Successor to the President of the United States. All the numbers are codes. Every member of the cabinet has a control card with the response codes on them. The codes are different for each member. If the response code matches then we may have a successor."
"Sir, if someone answers -- How do we find them."
The Lt. General was perplexed. "Lieutenant Boye, we'll cross that bridge when and if we come to it.."
Kansas National Guard/Kansas Emergency Management aid camp -- Great Bend, Kansas same time.
The base was teaming with refugees still, even after 2 months. Most were survivors of the attacks on Wichita, which was blown off the face of the earth in the early salvos of the nuclear exchange.
The radio op heard the same message, again.
"They've been running this same message on the SECURE EBS, at least its a different voice..."
"It could be another call for troops. Looking to see who's where."
"Why would we need more troops?"
The CO of the unit was looking on silently. "PETER-SUGAR....That's not a code word for battle...Has to be something else... FEMA-related.."
The CO left the radio room and went out into a slightly drizzly spring morning.
He headed toward a hardened bunker. It was the "office" space for the civilians. Surviving area political leadership and such.
There was a couple of federal-level people. He needed for them to hear what he heard.
He walked in on a meeting. A discussion on a unification of Kansas' two bodies claiming to be the emergency state government.
The CO had his eye on two people in particular.
"Kansas need to speak as one voice right now," the man intoned. He was definitely important and spoke with a gravity that people listening to. From the sound you could tell and one time he was in the military.
He was. Forty years ago as young man. He was one of those who went from the wheat fields to the battlefields to free Europe from Hitler. He was cited for bravery. He paid a price for it.
All eyes were on him.
One pair of eyes were occupied between the man up front and a notepad, furiously taking down what we being said, but also brainstorming options.
These were the two people the CO figured would know what the strange message from the west means.
"Excuse me, sir." the CO said. "I need you to hear something sir."
He looked to the person taking notes as well. "Ma'am I think you need to be in on this, too."
All three left the "office" and across the rainy marsh to the radio room..
As they walked in the message started..
ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM...
"This is what you are getting from.,..Walla Walla?," The man barked.
"They are calling the place 'Columbia' now, sir...ADVANCEMENT. PETER-SUGAR?"
"I'm not sure what that is," the man said.
The woman knew. "Honey, I do."
"Captain," she said to the CO, "Can we return a message on the secure channel?"
"Yes, we have the capablity to do it."
"Good," the woman said.."If I may.."
The woman asked the radio op for his headset. He gave it to her.
She put it on, cleared her throat...And then reached into a pocket in a flannel shirt she was wearing...and pulled out a card...the card contained a set of codes and numbers..
"PROPEL. PROPEL. PROPEL. PETER-SUGAR ACTUAL...FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN...ACKNOWLEDGE."
"Sir?" Lieutenant Boye asked. "A response?"
Lt. Gen Powell stayed calm. "Ask for a repeat of the message please."
The Lt. Gen then turned to aides. "Quickly get Gates in here, and tell him to bring the master cabinet code list...NOW! We have to confirm whom is answering."
"GOLF-OSCAR ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. PLEASE REPEAT REPONSE PETER-SUGAR TWO, ONE, SIX, THREE, BRAVO, LIMA CONFIRM....I REPEAT ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT. ADVANCEMENT PLEASE REPEAT RESPONSE."
"GOLF-OSCAR I SAY AGAIN..."PROPEL. PROPEL. PROPEL. PETER-SUGAR ACTUAL...FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN..."
Ten minutes later Bob Gates came into the room with both aides carrying the codes
"Colin, what do we have.."
"A response on PETER-SUGAR..."
Lieutenant Boye had written down the response. The aides had quickly scanned the list..
FIVE, TWO, EIGHT, THREE, CHARLIE X-RAY...DAYWORD: TRAVELLER ACTION WORD: CARAVAN
SECRETARY OF TRANSPORTATION: DOLE, ELIZABETH.
"Sir," one of the aides said slowly. All codes and action word check...This is actual."
Powell took over the radio. "Attention. ADVANCEMENT CONFIRMED AS ACTUAL. PLEASE STATE COORDINATES AND STAND-BY KEEP FREQUENCY SECURE, ACKNOWLEDGE."
"Standing by, sir."
The woman asked the CO. "What are the coordinates?"
"Transmitting now ma'am..."
"Attention...ADVANCEMENT...Who are you? Can I ask that?"
"This is FEMA Command...Columbia. You have been confimed as actual. We have found you "RUNWAY".
The man raised an eyebrow, "RUNWAY?"
She blushed, "I know it's a little silly."
"We have your coordinates confirmed. Please hold position. We will make contact again in 2 hours...ADVANCEMENT Columbia OUT."
The entire radio room in the middle of Kansas looked at the woman.
"What exactly happened just now," The CO asked.
The old man looked at the woman. "Sweetheart, I get the feeling that this may mean a change of title for both of us."
The woman managed a smile..on the outside. But inside, she was scared.
"Of an entire cabinet...I'm the last one left? God help me."
to be continued.
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Wow. And Bob Dole is First Gentleman.So Liddy Dole is the new President, huh?
(I do hope James Edwards might have made it out OK. On the one hand, he might have been behind Liddy in the order of succession. Then again, he may have resigned by the time the war broke out- and his new job as head of MUSC in Charleston might have resulted in his death. (Side note: I'm not sure if he'll die in a different 1980's TL I have bouncing around...))
Welcome back Chip and welcome back Land of Flatwater. A great, wide-ranging update.
Good glimpse on the future, Chip!
I believe you meant São Pedro Basilica or Basilica de São Pedro, in São Paulo.
Good to see Colin Powell around!
Elisabeth Dole might be a good POTUS, if her position as first in the line of succession is confirmed, she will be a good bipartisan president.
I believe you meant São Pedro Basilica or Basilica de São Pedro, in São Paulo.
Good to see Colin Powell around!
Elisabeth Dole might be a good POTUS, if her position as first in the line of succession is confirmed, she will be a good bipartisan president.
That was chilling and thrilling. Very nicely done.
The pic attached is from Colin Powell's first appearance on Meet The Press, more or less from that time period.
Granted, the pic and vid (below) is from 1988, and, we can assume he's aged a few years in ttl in the space of a month or two.
This link gives video, showing what he sounded and looked like, http://video.msnbc.msn.com/meet-the-press/39156096#39156096
The pic attached is from Colin Powell's first appearance on Meet The Press, more or less from that time period.
Granted, the pic and vid (below) is from 1988, and, we can assume he's aged a few years in ttl in the space of a month or two.
This link gives video, showing what he sounded and looked like, http://video.msnbc.msn.com/meet-the-press/39156096#39156096
I went for similar with the Doles.
The pics of the couple are from 1988. The "insert" of Dole is from 1984.
Here is Bob Dole in a 1984 Meet The Press interview, http://video.msnbc.msn.com/meet-the-press/42421466#42421466
The couples pics are from http://www2.ku.edu/~archon/cgi-bin/index.php?p=digitallibrary/digitalcontent&id=1754
The pics of the couple are from 1988. The "insert" of Dole is from 1984.
Here is Bob Dole in a 1984 Meet The Press interview, http://video.msnbc.msn.com/meet-the-press/42421466#42421466
The couples pics are from http://www2.ku.edu/~archon/cgi-bin/index.php?p=digitallibrary/digitalcontent&id=1754