Land Of Flatwater: Chip Meets World Part 9: North Platte
To: Kay Orr. Resources Executive, NCEG
Fr: Jon Kolbo. City Administrator, North Platte Emergency Council
RE: Staging for Op Plan 10W40
CONFIRMED 100 VOLUNTEERS FOR 10W40. MANY FROM WELL MANAGEMENT CONCERNS IN THE AREA. THEY HAVE BEGUN TO HEAD SOUTH FOR TARGET AREA BACKED BY NCF 35th PLANSMEN GROUP.
BAILEY WORKS RUNNING AT 85% BEST YET. FABRICATORS WORKING ON TRACTOR PRIORITY. LOCAL IMPLEMENT COMPANIES HAVE GOOD ROLLING STOCK.
WHAT IS THE STATUS OF THE OTHER MANUFACTORIES?
AND WHAT IS THE STATUS OF OUR REQUEST WITH BLACK ANGUS WEST?
North Platte, Nebraska. A railroad town along the west central plains. One of the early birthplaces of the Transcontinental Railroad. The country home of the Union Pacific.
For almost forty years, its population hovered around 25,000. A steady beacon. A gateway to the Panhandle, and the rest of the west.
That was until February 1984.
From the late fall of 1983, through the last week of peace in Nebraska, North Platte was serious about preparation. The mayor of the town and the city administrator got the varied organs of city government working from the very minute the mayor returned from a November 1983 secret meeting of the various community chief executives and the governor of the state.
North Platte had a structure in place even before GOLDENROD was fully enacted. It was the smart move and the influx of refugees, evacuating troops and law enforcement confirmed the wisdom of that structure.
By the time missiles roared from the plains in hate on February 21, the population of North Platte ballooned to over 85,000. Many of those fleeing the coming devastation of the Panhandle, Cheyenne and the Colorado Front Range.
North Platte was not spared from a mushroom cloud. A Soviet bomber destroyed a hydroelectric facility 16 miles southeast of the city. It was low-yield pin-point strike, but it disrupted North Platte, and cost the lives of hundreds, including brave, but futile attempts by local firefighters to minimize the damage.
North Platte's structure, through fallout, logistical problems, sickness and banditry stayed intact.
The town emergency council acts in a manner similar to a British-style regional command. The varied units of the Nebraska Combined Forces maintain a controlled, constant vigil. From the streets of the town, to the western frontier 35 miles west. Troops stationed on the fringe of some of worst damage to the state. 70 miles past this border lies a no-mans land over 160 nuclear strikes. Soviet strategic targeting of Minuteman silos. A destruction that basically emptied Nebraska western fifth. Most the Panhandle is depopulated.
In the northern edge of the town lies the Union Pacific Bailey Rail Yards. The world's largest rail yard is now a group of repair bays and mini-factories. The factories in a group of 4 shifts and often runs for days at a time, only curtailed by power shortages and maintenance work on the survive hydroelectric generators and coal plants.
Bailey is a command point for Nebraska's group effort to stockpile, recycle and reproduce any critical assets. Cars are dismantled and parts rebuilt to keep essential vehicles going. Farm implements are reconditioned from the start of planting. Munitions and weapons are reconditioned or manufactured. This is one of a limited number of areas where this work is done.
Manpower comes from the line of refugee centers and camps along the northern fringe, in combination with the numbers of skilled specialized workers identified and placed in the local hotels across the area.
Such organization is critical now. The big need is for oil workers. Wildcatters, if you will. The mission is dubbed "10W40". The state of Nebraska has a supply of oil. Fields lie in in the extreme southwest corner of the state and in the southern Panhandle. The fields of the Panhandle are within a fallout zone still too hot for any human exploration and will probably be so for years.
Nearly 100 miles south is an area where radiation patterns will allow for limited exploration and repair. Over 500 oil wells and an estimated 10-15 million barrel lie there. It's not Saudi Arabia, but every drop would be precious..and 2 motor coaches carrying over 100 wildcatters, and a semitrailer full of tools and materials are linking up with a number of other workers down US-83. A small army was heading south.
Another army was already encamped to the north. Hunter groups of national guard, police, and sheriffs continued the manhunt. On February 21st, an Nebraska Air National Guard pilot shot down an attacking Soviet bomber. Three member of the crew of Tu-22M3 ejected and survived. Three wanted men on the run.
Another group was massing at the main medical center. A group of school buses, and a number of patients lining up outside an overfilled hospital.
Great Plains Regional Medical Center/FEMA NEMA Medical Command-- North Platte, Nebraska -- 10:25am Central Standard Time. Thursday March 29, 1984
There were loading supplies into a van when the saw the school buses. A lot of hundreds of people herded on to them.
Chip looked over at them.
He looked in the distance.
Did he really see them?
Are they really here?
He walked along the parking lot.
He did see them.
"Grandfather John! Gram!" He yelled.
"Gram!!!! Grandfather John!!" He yelled again.
"Cadet!" Cadet Captain Wecker snapped. "GET BACK HERE!!"
Chip didn't listen.
One of the guards stopped him. "Son, this is restricted," he said firmly. "GO AWAY!"
Chip didn't listen.. "Grandfather John! Gram!"
Tina and other cadet began to chase.
The faint young voice made the old woman's head turn. She looked sickly...But she knew the voice.
"GRAM!!!"
She turned...She thought she was seeing things..."Chip?"
The old man also looked. He was suffering. He was sickly. "Grandson..." He moaned softly.
"Chip!!" The woman said. "What are you doing here?"
"MOVE!" A voice said firmly.."Get on the bus!"
The guard restrained him. "You cannot go here! IT IS RESTRICTED!"
The old woman said tried to reach for him, "I love you, Chip."
"LEMME GO! LEMME GO!" Chip screamed. "LET ME SEE MY GRANDMOTHER!! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER???"
"LEMME GO! LEMME GO!!!"
His grandfather tried to resist as they forced him into the bus. "I want to see my grandson.," he said.
By this time, all the cadet where there, as was Nurse Trofholz. "Cadet Rochelle, YOU CANNOT RUN OFF LIKE THAT!"
Chip was frantic. "That's my grandmother and grandfather!" He pleaded. "WHERE ARE THEY TAKING THEM?"
"Chip, it'll be okay," Cyndi said. "They are taking them to another place. It's important, they'll get better care. Triage care."
A nurse and a doctor from the hospital is with them. The doctor said under his breath. "He's young enough to where he doesn't know what that means."
"NOOOO! THEY'LL KILL THEM!!!!!"
"Chip, calm down they won't kill them," Cyndi pleaded.
He looked at nurse Trofholz in tears and anger. "YOU SAID TRIAGE! TRIAGE MEANS THEY'LL BE KILLED! THEY WILL BE LEFT TO DIE!"
"Attention Cadet!" Tina snapped again. Chip wasn't listening.
Nurse Trofholz and Jill both hugged him as the buses loaded up and pulled away. Chip wanted to turn in look. Both tried to stop him, but he wouldn't let them..
The buses turned out of the lot and onto a street. Then onto a another...and out of sight.
"GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Cadet Captain Wecker snapped. "When you pull yourself together, you are in trouble!"
Chip glared at her through tears. He was numb to anything Tina Wecker had to say at that moment.
Nurse Trofholz whispered to the other nurse. "Where are they going?"
The other nurse was in tears as well, she pulled Cyndi away from the commotion.
"I shouldn't tell you this," she swallowed hard.
"They are all terminal radiation patients. I know those two. They were caught at Lake McConaughy. The fallout was extreme there. I'm surprised they lived this long."
to be continued.