Land Of Flatwater: But no other country Than Finland does it without risk
Rick's Farm -- Schuyler, Nebraska -- 10:00pm Central Standard Time Monday March 5, 1984. Attack + 13 days
Radio Nebraska News at Ten O'Clock..... Due to concerns over the recent flu outbreaks, the Emergency Government has decided to delay food distribution at least for a 3-5 more days to allow time to vaccine shipments to reach key distribution points. All area authorities are asked to stay with these regulations until noted otherwise by the control points or the Emergency Government.
There is good news on the atmospheric report tonight. Most area of Nebraska are reporting significant decreases in radiation levels, however there are concerns that there may be a upspike later in the week if weather forecasts calling for snowfall prove accurate. Radio Nebraska will keep you advised of any change. We urge you to remain in protective shelter if you do not need to be outside.
"I'm glad we're doing okay for food," Rick said as he heard the radio. "It's going to be mess if they don't get more food out to the camps."
Ed nodded his head as he listened, but his mind certainly was in another place.
Rick noticed the faraway look in Ed's eye. "Ed?....Hello Ed?"
"Huh," Ed answered. "Oh, sorry man...guess I was just spaced out for a minute.."
"Everything okay?"
"I'm cool, Rick. I'm just thinking about...How much family have I lost? I wonder about my peoples in Arkansas.....I wonder about....Ralph."
(from an official account high-ranking member of the Ostrobothnian police force...) "Some days after the bombs I heard that a Border Guard unit had captured a group of foreigners, claiming to be airmen, somewhere around Kalajoki or Raahe. They said there was some wreckage, too, from something big, like a bomber. And that a high-ranking officer would have been sent to interrogate them. But after a few weeks the story disappeared,"
A police station in Raahe, Finland -- 11:00am local time Tuesday March 6, 1984.
The room was cold and dark, much like the day outside. The interrogator had come from an emergency bunker. Summoned when told that a bomber crew was picked up by provisional police two days ago. The radio traffic had clamored about them for days. The rumors that one American bomber was shot down. A bomber that dropped nuclear death on their country.
In the 1984 War, Finland was of those rare places on earth that both sides in the showdown of the superpowers hit.
Major Ralph Rochelle waited in the cell situated below the police station. With he and the members of his crew. All of them tired, stressed out and hungry.
Co-pilot Lieutenant Beau Braswell, United States Air Force. Wentzville, Missouri
Navigator Captain Norman Rittinen, United States Air Force, Albert Lea, Minnesota.
EWO 2nd Lieutenant Todd Rossman, United States Air Force. Shaker Heights, Ohio.
Gunner Tech Sargeant Xavier Apisa, United States Air Force. Hilo, Hawaii
Ralph had been to this sort of the dance before. Ducking and dodging to avoid capture as a pilot during the Vietnam conflict. But he had an idea of what to expect from the Viet Cong. There were a known enemy. But this was way beyond him. "What the hell beef did we ever have with these people. If these people aren't Russians? Hell, they don't look Russian. And I don't think the Russians would let anybody listen to that stuff this policeman's playing!"
Poliisi ajaa sinisellä autolla, uaa, sinisellä autolla
Poliisilla on pillit katolla, uaa, pillit katolla."
Between the unknown of being detained and the droning Finnish punk rock radiating through the cell block, Ralph was completely disoriented.
"Major, you awake?" 2nd Lt. Rossman said.
"I'm awake Rossie," Ralph said.
"What the hell's going on," Rossie said worriedly. Its been maybe a day or two."
"You are asking me?" Ralph answered back. "I'm not sure where we are...Any ideas, Navs"
"Sir," Captain Rittinen said. "We're somewhere in Finland. These are my people..."
"Well maybe you can put in a good word for us. I hope you speak...whatever the hell they speak..
"Actually, Sir...I can," the Captain said. "When you grow up around a lot of people from the old country...they kinda make sure you know something in the old language."
"Captain, I thought you said you were from Minnesota, " Tech Sargeant Apisa protested. "There's no Finnish people in Minnesota...is there?"
"Where do you think Scandinavia's North American Headquarters is located, huh?" the Captain shot back.
"On mukavaa ajaa sinisellä autolla, uaa, sinisellä autolla
Mukavaa pamputtaa kumisella pampulla, uaa, kumisella pampulla..
"Good Lord!" Ralph exclaimed as the infernal music started again.. "Hey Navs, maybe you could ask whoever playing this stuff if he has another song he could play!!...WHAT IN THE WORLD IS BEING SAID ON THIS STUFF ANYWAY??"
"Well sir...The song is about young people being kinda pissed off with authority...in this case, with the police."
The music stopped as the door opened...two officers in makeshift uniforms flanking someone looking a little more official. A tall man with close-cropped blonde-brown hair and blue eyes. He had a slight frown to his face. He didn't look happy. He looked like most of the other natives they have ran across.
The interrrogator pointed at Ralph. "Your name, and your unit."
"Rochelle. Ralph A. Major. 575321."
"Why were you flying over our country?"
"Rochelle. Ralph A. Major 575321."
The interrogator pointed at Beau. "You will tell me your mission or you will die."
"Braswell. Beau E. Lieutenant 184778"
The interrogator mumbled something to one of the policemen. Rittinen knew what was said.
The guards opened the cell. Two other policemen came from upstairs to join them. They were going to grab Lieutenant Rossman. Major Rochelle stood in front of him.
There was commotion among the police. The interrogator spoke sternly in his native tongue.
Rittinen scrambled to translate. "Major Rochelle, they are looking for the ranking officer. They think Rossman's the guy. They think you are covering for him.
The interrogator pointed at Rittinen.."You! Your name...now..."
"Rittinen. Norman T. Captain.. 346926"
"Rittinen?" The Interrogator queried. "You. Come with us!"
The policemen, snatched up Rittinen and took him away.
"Major??"
"Don't tell 'em a damn thing, son!"
They led the navigator through the door and upstairs. And then the music continued. At least it was a little bit different...
Vaikka Harrisburgissa täytyy ikkunat sulkea
Voi Suomessa aina huoletta kulkea
Harrisburg on jossain toisella planeetalla
Ei sellaista voi sattua
Koivun ja tähden alla
Voiko täydellisyyttä olla olemassa missään muodossa
Tottahan toki, muun muassa Olkiluodossa
Ei mikään oo niin viisas kuin insinööri
On täydellisiä
Joka nippeli ja rööri
Uraani halkeaa
Ja tuottaa lamppuun valkeaa
Mutta millään muilla mailla
Kuin Suomella se ei oo riskiä vailla..
to be continued...