I think that would be a very dumb thing to do in the P&P universe. Biodiesel is nothing more than burning FOOD and the land needed for planting can't be used for feeding people/livestock.
Depends on circumstances. The Gulf (of Mexico) oil fields remain of course, but I'd think the Soviets would target the major wells. A lot depends on how dispersed individual wells are of course; if they are all grouped within a kilometer of each other a big strike can take out the pumps in one shot; even a small warhead is too much to waste on some individual pump somewhere miles away from any others. Surely the refining and other processing centers have been taken out. Will they go for offshore rigs? Maybe attack subs are tasked with either seizing them or blowing them up as opportunity permits.

Will the Soviets have trashed Mexican and Venezuelan wells and industry the same degree, to deny surviving Yankees the resources to recover? What about Trinidad?

In all cases, the oil is at any rate in the ground. It is not gone whereas the demand for it has been reduced, in the short run to zero (people want it all right but there is no means to get it) and when someone gets around to reestablishing pumping and refinery operations again, perhaps having to build the infrastructure from scratch, by sheer necessity many people surviving who wish they could get some petroleum products have adapted in the meantime to doing without, and either have adapted their engines to some other feedstock, cannibalized the engines for parts useful in other applications, or their engines have suffered from neglect. So the real effective market is a fraction of the number of survivors who wish they could be in it. Known, proven fields will be suitable for a long time to come...provided we recall that some fields that have been heavily pumped were in operation pre-exchange because of measures taken to pressurize them to squeeze out the last dregs--those fields are effectively exhausted in the new context, unless either strategic reasons force someone to try to exploit them anyway or until someday far in the future when the better fields have been brought low and it becomes cost effective to work the more labor-intensive ones again.

So in the abstract--people should concentrate on using oil, not biodiesel. Except that the people who most want the oil might not have easy, close access to an oil field, and the ones they can reach are all bombed out, lousy with fallout on the surface where they have to perform new drilling and pump assembly and pipeline and tank operations, the refineries are gone and need to be rebuilt somewhere. The whole infrastructure is shot to hell, quite deliberately.

If the Soviets did not have a missile to spare for Tallahassee, I suppose the amount of targeting they can afford just to kill resources American survivors might want overseas is limited and they will stick to decapitating the most vulnerable chokepoints. Meaning Mexican and Venezuelan crude might be going begging for a market--enter Graham's envoy, or eventually President Regan's, with some cutters and destroyers along with a couple hidden attack subs, escorting decent sized tankers--who knows, maybe even a first class giant supertanker and offering a mix of New Dollars and immediate barter--the New Dollars are mainly good for saving up and buying stuff from the USA in the future when the nation is producing for export again. But are they getting any better offers? And how valuable is what the Yankees have to barter immediately to them? In this case, oil imports and new refinery production--possibly from new refineries ginned up by the engineering students at the universities--might start flowing before the prewar reserves that survived in the region are depleted.

But on the other hand, suppose there are no petroleum refineries left to speak of, and making a serviceable one is not a summer project for half trained undergrads and grad students but something that needs tools to make the tools, and it will be 5 years or more before globally traded petroleum is a thing again? Suppose it takes longer than that to drill on the Texas fields again, and the offshore operations fail for lack of repair parts and are just a drop in the bucket?

If the people of Florida and the Gulf region generally are starving for lack of basic staple crops, then yes it might be impossible to devote anything to biodiesel. But--Florida is humid and Florida is sunny, it is land that grows biomass pretty lushly. So is the southern tier of Alabama and Georgia. Meanwhile, land that is perfectly good for growing plants as such might be bad for growing food for human consumption! A lot of good cropland has been contaminated with fallout and the food chain just concentrates it. As the years pass the radiation levels will drop and between natural processes and human guided ones, radioisotopes and merely chemical contamination from the daughter products will be lowered...though a major portion of what is dangerous in fallout is plutonium, from unfissioned weapons core material, and a little bit of that goes a long way. Half-life is on the order of either 10,000 or 100,000 years I forget which--either way, vast swathes of otherwise perfectly good looking land must be avoided, because of plutonium contamination. The animals of the ecosystem will perforce take their chances, and it will be a race between natural processes somehow sequestering the Pu away, the natural exponential decay into something else, and the flora and fauna adapting to have selective advantage in such an environment, developing plutonium tolerance. On the scale of human lifetimes and even civilizations none of this progress will be visible I think--for thousands of years to come, unless we figure out ways to actively scrub out the plutonium, the majority of good land on Earth can produce food that can be eaten only by those prepared to accept the consequences of cumulative plutonium contamination. From around the periphery it might be possible to pick and choose products that can be eaten for 4 or 5 years cumulatively and only take 10-20 years off life expectation. Deeper in, just breathing the air might cost years of life expectancy.

But there would be relatively little harm done if the biomass grown there could be refined into biodiesel, and this or its chemical precursors filtered somehow chemically to get the incidence of plutonium down. If such biodiesel fuel is abundant enough in terms of the number of human workers who work on it and need to be fed by others, it might be possible to filter the exhaust so as to trap the Pu that remains and prevent use of the engines from contaminating the corridors the vehicles operate on. PU contaminated jet fuel might be OK for flights that avoid going over the good land that is left. It could be good for ships at sea, and someday transport that uses the heavy contaminated zones as corridors for obnoxious modes of transport---SSTs for instance--might indifferently use it.

The point being, the land no longer can be used to raise food anyway. But it can provide fuel. The question becomes, does it make sense to devote the necessary human labor to grow and harvest suitable biodiesel or other biomass projects for fuel use.

My intuition is that a certain level of biodiesel cultivation is going to make sense in the Gulf region for about 5-10 years until the global or anyway hemispheric petroleum business gets restarted. Once the minimum necessary levels of mining and refining are restored to fully satisfy military and vital productive process needs, surplus petroleum products will go on sale and as people re-adapt to the opportunity to simply purchase mined petroleum products again that market will spiral upward while the bottom falls out biodiesel, and the fields are abandoned.

Another valid objection is that obviously, even if workers can be shielded from taking in any ambient radio-nuclei, work in these zones will be both difficult and dangerous. They will be quite hot, unless they work mainly at night, even then probably pretty hot if they wear protection suitable for keeping the bad atoms out. They must live, when not fully suited up, in small, confined clean volumes and only considerable labor and material (imported from outside the hot zones, or in some lucky cases cleansing local materials such as concrete might prove suitable enough) can build these protected volumes. Their food must be imported, their drinking water either trucked in too or fanatically scrubbed. Who will do such work?

Two categories come to mind.
1) volunteers who are very well rewarded. Since Graham is reasonably liberal but no socialist, I suppose they would simply be offered large paychecks in New Dollars, and undergo hardship the way oil rig workers and miners and so forth do, for high pay.
2) Conscripts. Specifically, Florida (and the neighboring states' and Federal) prisoners. Generally speaking the hard part of running a prison or work camp is keeping the inmates from heading for the hills and taking their chances in the wilderness. Well, if they run, they die. They would be plonked down in the midst of a radioactive hellscape. Graham was rather famous, or infamous depending on what side you were on OTL for a high execution rate as governor--I am not sure if this carries over into a harsh attitude toward convicts in general or just a special hardness toward those who crossed the line into capital offenses. But we've already seen them rounded up and shot. A lot of people remain behind bars left over from before the Exchange. It seems reasonable to offer many of them the opportunity to earn their freedom before their sentences would run out on extra hard work. Perhaps if they were also paid, not in cash but in New Dollar denominated bonds or something like that, on a decent pay scale, the combination of intense stick--"if you run, God have mercy on your soul and you will have quite a low priority for what terminal radiation sickness treatment we can manage to offer" versus carrot--"We will instruct courts and urge private hiring practices to be lenient about pre-Exchange criminal records for those who serve out the labor camp programs with OK compliance and diligence, and shorten the sentence, and pay you in cash-worthy savings you can spend when you get out, with bonuses for outstanding performance and you also get a reasonable priority for resources you need to be decently comfortable off the job and safe on it" might add up to few escape attempts, decent productivity, and high levels of production of material for processing.

I might also add that with much of the population dead and the rest under rationing, with usage of available fuels organized toward the most cost-effective options--say, bus services that operate only when the bus is full up, not on a fixed schedule, and only for those with suitable travel permits, trucks loaded at the waterway docks to the limit to haul goods with mass efficiency, the land is not being used for anything else and so methods that use land area prodigally and conserve on labor and resources are appropriate.

I mentioned biodiesel on the assumption that petroleum will be hard to come by in Florida and immediate surrounds, but land, sunlight and rain are abundant--especially since we can use land that is otherwise quite dangerous for human beings simply to inhabit, let alone live off of.

Being doctrinaire based on textbook arguments developed in one situation will not work well when the situation is radically different. The balance of economic resources is drastically changed in the post-Exchange world; many outcomes that would seem wacky or be just plain impossible in our world are favored in the new circumstances. Exactly what they are depends on very detailed analysis. Where can Florida get the oil they'd need to sustain minimal and rationed forms of the basics of 1980s standards of living? If it need not all be oil the outcomes may be quite a lot better than if only petroleum mined from the ground could possibly do. The rationality of using some other resource might be temporary, but if it helps get over a tough hump, better we at least consider it than reject it out of hand because some wiseacre proved to someone's satisfaction in a book that it can't help the global situation of OTL.
 
People may have the impression I dislike P&S just because I eventually concluded the author was indulging in Mad Max postapocalyptic vengeance fantasy, creating a fiction to justify hardass attitudes in the OTL. Well I do think that is one strand in postapocalyptic fandom across the board--some fans are clearly in it for the "first we kill all the lawyers" fantasy. Perhaps I am a bit embittered by the approach taken by professionally published writers who frankly I admired the work of despite my distaste for their little political asides and gotchas they loved to litter through such works as Niven and Pournelle's Lucifer's Hammer--and they do it again in Footfall, and in their "magic goes away" canon such as The Burning City and so on--making expies for political foes and friends and making out the former to be vile hypocritical scum and the latter to be diamond in the rough natural born heroes. Well, it is a legitimate thing to do and in sober fairness, the original P&S author indulged the whim a lot less blatantly--some would argue not at all I suppose. Me, I think he assumed certain things would go a certain way because of a certain world view, and everything happens logically from that. So it is a matter of taste there I suppose. I found it grim but believable, despite a certain grating attitude, until we got to the bit where HMG decides to order Buenos Aires destroyed--after that I lost all interest in trying to conform my mindset to the author's. To be sure even then the author may merely have been projecting what he thought a bunch of Thatcherites would do, and might himself have done differently in their place.

But no, there is more to it. Taking on a project like gaming out WWIII is something I imagine the Pentagon allocates at a wild guess, $100 million dollars a year every year to figure out. Matters of great detail come into play, and do so on a global scale. If you kill off 99 percent of humanity in one fell swoop--in 1984 that still leaves 40 million people alive to react to the situation. So when I say "this is not a very reasonable or comprehensive target list" I say with respect for the fact that making a very comprehensive and reasonable projection is a big project.

The reason for instance I would be morally certain every one of the 50 state capitals is on the target list is that there were so many Soviet weapons to be targeted somewhere that setting aside 50 of them without even bothering to do a strategic analysis of what it would take out beside state government centers themselves is a trivial diversion. Making it guarantees all 50 states, big or small, are disrupted, and as a bonus you might take some other target other lists working down best applications of a thousand military priorities. For instance, if all we have is 10 ICBMs, it is not likely any Soviet planner is going to prioritize taking out the Air University, now is it? That is literally academic! The priority has to be first of all where the muscle is, first of all the American ICBMs, then the bomber bases, then the naval bases, somewhere in there it is important to derange our air defenses so Soviet bombers can get through, etc. Sooner or later though there are just so many frontline, ready response bases across the world to take out, and our military list maker, given more than enough missiles for that task, will work their way down to the Air Force Academy, West Point, Annapolis, and the Air University at Maxwell AFB, Alabama, where the Air Force sends its officers for culture and enlightenment! And to be sure, mainly, to go over recent and classic aspects of war fighting doctrine. A certain fraction of the USAF's more creative minds are based there, and taking them out has a certain justification. It does not take priority over taking out the plants where the engines are made, but having done that already, it gives another Soviet made missile something useful to do.

If meanwhile some other comrade planner has already targeted Montgomery just because it is a state capital, that is one more item kicked back to the military planner to find some other use for.

But how many state capitals do you see on the Prospero List?

Here's the thing. It is a huge mistake to think the PL is some sort of Soviet master target list. It is far too short and sporadic to be that! Clearly what we have here is British reception of a hasty last minute inventory on the fly of some of the US cities that are known to have been massively attacked successfully already. It is not a comprehensive list of all US cities that had in fact been nuked as of the moment it was compiled...the sender of this message to their British allies was disorganized, off the cuff. I would speculate he actually knew of yet other cities destroyed and simply forgot to list them, and was ignorant of many more that were in fact struck but his office had not heard of it as communications were being pounded to flinders. Yet more strikes would hammer home after the facility that send this last message from the prewar US government buys it itself, including of course the one that gets these men.

So the whole and limited value of the Prospero List is, if a city is on the list, you know it was hit hard. If a city is not on the list, that proves absolutely nothing.

The Soviets must have had at least 1000 targets in ConUS alone.








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Excellent update. I think the Bahamas will be radioactive hell holes being down wind from Miami. Of course depends how winds were when nukes went flying. Safe bet CoCo cay won't be accepting tourists for awhile.
 
As wonderful as Chipperback's tale was, (and yours by quite the margin as well,) I'd still say GAB-1955's Pro Aris et Pro Focis gets FAR too little love in the P&S-verse. That tale should be mandatory for anyone wanting to go down the P&S rabbit hole.

That is, indeed, a damned good spinoff. I wish it'd gone longer, I'd love to know how the families made out, but regardless, it was spectacular.
 
People may have the impression I dislike P&S just because I eventually concluded the author was indulging in Mad Max postapocalyptic vengeance fantasy, creating a fiction to justify hardass attitudes in the OTL...

But no, there is more to it. Taking on a project like gaming out WWIII is something I imagine the Pentagon allocates at a wild guess, $100 million dollars a year every year to figure out. Matters of great detail come into play, and do so on a global scale. If you kill off 99 percent of humanity in one fell swoop--in 1984 that still leaves 40 million people alive to react to the situation. So when I say "this is not a very reasonable or comprehensive target list" I say with respect for the fact that making a very comprehensive and reasonable projection is a big project.

The reason for instance I would be morally certain every one of the 50 state capitals is on the target list is that there were so many Soviet weapons to be targeted somewhere that setting aside 50 of them without even bothering to do a strategic analysis of what it would take out beside state government centers themselves is a trivial diversion. Making it guarantees all 50 states, big or small, are disrupted, and as a bonus you might take some other target other lists working down best applications of a thousand military priorities. For instance, if all we have is 10 ICBMs, it is not likely any Soviet planner is going to prioritize taking out the Air University, now is it? That is literally academic! The priority has to be first of all where the muscle is, first of all the American ICBMs, then the bomber bases, then the naval bases, somewhere in there it is important to derange our air defenses so Soviet bombers can get through, etc. Sooner or later though there are just so many frontline, ready response bases across the world to take out, and our military list maker, given more than enough missiles for that task, will work their way down to the Air Force Academy, West Point, Annapolis, and the Air University at Maxwell AFB, Alabama, where the Air Force sends its officers for culture and enlightenment! And to be sure, mainly, to go over recent and classic aspects of war fighting doctrine. A certain fraction of the USAF's more creative minds are based there, and taking them out has a certain justification. It does not take priority over taking out the plants where the engines are made, but having done that already, it gives another Soviet made missile something useful to do.

If meanwhile some other comrade planner has already targeted Montgomery just because it is a state capital, that is one more item kicked back to the military planner to find some other use for.

But how many state capitals do you see on the Prospero List?

Here's the thing. It is a huge mistake to think the PL is some sort of Soviet master target list. It is far too short and sporadic to be that! Clearly what we have here is British reception of a hasty last minute inventory on the fly of some of the US cities that are known to have been massively attacked successfully already. It is not a comprehensive list of all US cities that had in fact been nuked as of the moment it was compiled...the sender of this message to their British allies was disorganized, off the cuff. I would speculate he actually knew of yet other cities destroyed and simply forgot to list them, and was ignorant of many more that were in fact struck but his office had not heard of it as communications were being pounded to flinders. Yet more strikes would hammer home after the facility that send this last message from the prewar US government buys it itself, including of course the one that gets these men.

So the whole and limited value of the Prospero List is, if a city is on the list, you know it was hit hard. If a city is not on the list, that proves absolutely nothing.

The Soviets must have had at least 1000 targets in ConUS alone.

While my defense work is not on the nuclear side, I've had the opportunity to look through archives and read a lot on this topic. There's a few things to be noted here.

The first is the generally shoddy quality of Soviet hardware. They built in bulk for a reason--the failure rates of their equipment were quite high, around 30%. Even though the designers were first-rate, and quite ingenuous, the workforce was not first-rate. High alcoholism, uneven material quality, bad central planning (the One Big Factory for everything), machine tool issues, etc. These issues didn't affect their missiles so much, but here's what did--much of the Soviet nuclear arsenal at this point in time was liquid fueled. America had largely gone away from liquid fueling decades before because of things like the Damascus Incident in 1980, where a Titan II exploded in its silo and would've wiped out much of the state had its warhead detonated (it was thrown almost a mile out of the silo, and at 8MT, that'd ruin your day). The liquid-fueling made it likely that a number of Soviet launches would not have come off due to missile failures. Liquid-fueled missiles also can't be launched during an attack because they don't have the stability to survive it--they had to be first-launch, and not everyone can launch at the same time because of fratricide (killing one's own missiles in flight or at the target) issues. This means a number would've been destroyed in their silos by American missiles, bombs, etc. Finally, because of our alliances and far-flung bases, some of those ICBM's went to places like Australia, Diego Garcia, the Mideast, New Zealand, etc.

This means that while there were a boatload of targets inside CONUS, those targets were missile fields, military bases, major cities, major communications hubs, etc. Not all state capitals hold a lot of meaning, not in a state like Florida especially, where there are so many major airports and military complexes that Tallahassee isn't the priority that others were. That's why it was tertiary (third) level, only to be attacked after the primary and secondary targets were taken out. That targeting was a mix of ICBM's, SLBM's (sub-launched ballistic missiles) and bombers. The bombers hit several targets, but didn't make it to Pensacola. The SLBM's came from old Golf and Hotel-class missile subs, which didn't have the range to launch from afar, so they were in the mid-Atlantic and Gulf, while the Yankee and Delta-class subs were able to hide close to home, because they had the range to strike from the other side of the globe. What this meant, in strategic terms, is that the former two were aimed at lesser targets, because the latter two were designated for primary/secondary targets. American ASW forces were always able to easily track Golfs and Hotels because they were noisy subs and our sonar was great (I have a bit of experience in this area too over the past two years, and the more I've learned about it, the radder the technology is to me....anyway); this meant, in practical terms, that those subs were in our crosshairs the moment they began to launch, whether it be other subs, destroyers, helicopters, or P-3 Orions. Since they didn't finish their launches, their targets were spared.

At some point, I will do a map of every known location hit across the U.S. The count is, at my best estimate, in the high hundreds, which is more than enough to devastate the nation.

Hope this helps explain.
 
Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Ocala, Florida
March 14, 1984
0847 hours


With the recon mission back, the rescue mission was given the all-clear to proceed from their staging ground in Ocala. Anyone needing care would be taken to Munroe Regional Medical Center, while everyone else would be taken to the federal building and courthouse in Ocala. The Hueys lifted off, and the protective gear was strapped tight. A FANG master sergeant on one of the helos, who’d done a lot of time in Vietnam while on active duty, set up an old 8-track cassette player, just as he’d had in Vietnam, and as they lifted off, the soldiers in that Huey were treated to Creedence Clearwater Revival. John Fogerty’s voice came growling through the speakers.

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare, low, it's all so true
They told me, don't go walking slow, the devil's on the loose


Better run through the jungle
Better run through the jungle
Better run through the jungle
Don't look back to see


Thought I heard a rumbling, calling to my name
Two hundred million guns are loaded, Satan cries, "Take aim!"


The half-hour flight took them over lakes, over some scattered farms where they could see people working to plant, just as the seed program started by the governor had intended. The sun was cracking through today, not a lot, just enough to give some hope to those on the ground that they could get through this ordeal. The mission commander, a major in the Guard, thought to himself they should convince the governor and General Ensslin to start pushing out further and bringing help to these communities, give everyone a sense of togetherness they needed.

The pilots had deliberately chosen a path east of Leesburg after being informed of the detonation that had been discovered during the recon flight, but even at a distance, the black splotch was unmistakable to anyone looking in that direction. It was a chilling sight, a reminder of how quickly they could be snuffed out, a reminder that this war had not been declared over, and only God knew if fighting was still taking place in other parts of the world [editor’s note: it was.] Despite that, the flight was uneventful, and when they neared the bunker, the major set a timer. “Listen up,” he said over the radio, “you’ve got fifteen minutes to get in, get everyone out, and for us to get off the ground. There’s still active radiation around, so don’t take off those suits for anything! We’re keeping the choppers turning, so don’t do anything stupid like reach up and get yourself sliced apart. Let’s move!”

The lead squad disembarked from the Huey and jogged to the bunker entrance, a utility shed in the midst of the now-devastated orange grove that they only found quickly because it’d been marked for them and gave the agreed-upon signal on the steel door: three thumps, then one, then two more. The entrance opened upward on its hydraulics (installed by the state—before that, the 2,000 pound door would’ve stayed closed) a few seconds later, and the state official met them, smiling broadly. “Oh, thank goodness, you’re real, you’ve arrived! I was starting to worry we’d be left forever. We’re down to basic canned foods and the coffee’s almost gone, I couldn’t deal without coffee, I’d go mad. It’s one of the only things in the world I cherish deeply.” He led them down the hallway, past the decontamination room and a small mausoleum, through the second security door, into the recreational area as the lieutenant and sergeant leading this platoon traded masked looks. Something is off about this guy.

1st Squad entered the “living room” portion of the bunker to find families huddled together with duffel bags and blank stares on their faces. There were less people than they’d been told to expect, but the lieutenant radioed up for the second platoon to come with the MOPP suits for the families. As the soldiers helped the families get dressed, the sergeant from 1st Squad noticed that nobody was speaking a word. He came up to the lieutenant and said, “We need to have a look around this place. Nobody’s talking except our man, and he’s wired like he’s tied to a car battery. Something’s wrong, sir.” The lieutenant nodded. “Agreed. Let’s take a look around. I’ll let Derek from 2nd Squad know.” Lt. Daniels maneuvered over to Lt. Derek Morris, quickly explaining that they were checking out the rest of the rooms. The two men split up, each going down a hallway, door to door, checking each family’s quarters. As the lieutenant reach the end of his hallway, he faintly smelled something…off. He opened the door in front of him to find a water heater, then the door to the right, which was empty. He cautiously opened the door on his left to find it dark, unlike the others. He reached for the switch, and turned it on.

There were multiple bodies in the room.

Holes through their heads.

The woman’s clothes torn off her, the man and two teenage boys handcuffed to the bedposts.

JESUS.

There was a click.

The lieutenant turned to see the state official with a silenced pistol in his hand. “Oh, lieutenant, you shouldn’t have come back here. These people, they broke the rules. They tried to hoard coffee for themselves, you see, and we couldn’t have that. They didn’t want to listen to me, so I made them listen as I enforced the rules,” the official said.

“You sick bastard, you raped their mother and made them watch!” the lieutenant swore. The door was closed, and the walls were all soundproofed. He knew he could get away with it.

“No, lieutenant, I gave her something…pleasurable before I served sentence on them. She wasn’t really responsible, it was her boys and her husband who were disagreeable. I couldn’t let them do as they pleased. I had a duty to everyone here to keep them safe, to keep the rules enforced so everyone was treated equally. I changed the combination on the weapons safe to ensure I kept control, so nobody could just waltz over and arm themselves, and then I pulled them aside one night and said I was going to assign them extra space. You see, this hallway was mainly unoccupied, the only one that was. I took them down here, and then I locked them inside so I could carry out justice. That’s my job,” the official replied to Daniels.

“Now, I need you to take that rifle off your back and set it down, slowly. This is still my bunker…”

Back in the recreation room, the sergeant didn’t see Lt. Daniels. The others were headed out to the helicopters. “Sarge, we gotta go,” a lance corporal shouted. “We’re missing the ell-tee, Corp! Have you seen him?” replied the sergeant. “No, sir.” “Head out, I’m going to look around for him.” “Yes sir!” The lance corporal led his group of people out, as the sergeant headed down the halls on the opposite side. He checked his watch. Three minutes. The first hallway came up empty. The sergeant reached the second hallway, and at the back, noticed the door was locked. He shook the handle. “Lieutenant!” Muffled sounds from inside the room. It was a wood door, heavy, but breakable. The sergeant looked around, saw a metal toolbox inside the water heater closet. He picked it up, went against the far wall in the opposite room (the doors lined up perfectly), and charged the wooden door with the toolbox as a battering ram. The door flew open, the official turned his gun on the sergeant, and as he swiveled, Lt. Daniels took the switchblade he’d palmed in the glove of his MOPP suit, charging the official and driving the knife straight through his brain stem. The official dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The sergeant stared at the mess, at the family, at the official who lay dead at his feet. “Lieutenant, what the fuck?...” “No time, Sarge, let’s get the fuck outta here!” Daniels picked up his rifle and both men hustled all the way out of the bunker, hitting the emergency close button to slam the door shut behind them. They barely made it into the chopper. The major looked at them, started to ask where the official was, and Daniels put his finger to his mouth. The message got across. He’d ask Daniels when they returned to Ocala.

[A map of the Mount Dora bunker.]
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I worked hard to get a couple of chapters out before I leave to go to Europe midweek. I'll be gone until about the end of the month, so I hope this is enough to tide you all over and make up for my long absence. I will check comments when I can, including later tonight and tomorrow, and sporadically after that for the next couple of weeks.
 
If you want an idea on what happened in Louisiana, Mississippi, and western Alabama read The Island, which tells the story of the U.S. Gulf States Command, and totally coordinated with Chipperback
 
Holy shit. Holy SHIT...

That state official didn't suffer enough, methinks; a shame they had little time to do much else. IMO, he was already nuts, and the crisis let him think he could get away with it. Nice to know that isn't true, even here...

OTOH, the state official is going somewhere that's hotter, and with less humidity. And he'll be on the receiving end of what he was giving out, methinks...

On a side note, have you heard of the Dexter books and series, @wolverinethad? Here's a link: http://dexter.wikia.com/wiki/Home. The reason I ask is because the Dexter books and series are set in Miami (and, no, there is no Miami Metro Police Department; the closest equivalent is the RL City of Miami Police Department, the department Jan and Luis both work for).

Harry Morgan, Dexter's adoptive dad, is a police officer in Miami, and I could see him getting his family out of Miami before the bombs fell (in fact, looking up Debra Morgan's age, she's the same age as Jan's daughter in this story)...

I'm only asking because it'd be funny to have Harry and Jan and their families run into each other in Fort Myers and Jan noticing that there's something off with Dexter (being a police detective, he'd likely suspect something)...

Like the use of the song Run Through the Jungle by CCR...
 
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Holy shit. Holy SHIT...

That state official didn't suffer enough, methinks; a shame they had little time to do much else. IMO, he was already nuts, and the crisis let him think he could get away with it. Nice to know that isn't true, even here...

OTOH, the state official is going somewhere that's hotter, and with less humidity. And he'll be on the receiving end of what he was giving out, methinks...

On a side note, have you heard of the Dexter books and series, @wolverinethad? Here's a link: http://dexter.wikia.com/wiki/Home. The reason I ask is because the Dexter books and series are set in Miami (and, no, there is no Miami Metro Police Department; the closest equivalent is the RL Miami-Dade Police Department, the department Jan and Luis both work for).

Harry Morgan, Dexter's adoptive dad, is a police officer in Miami, and I could see him getting his family out of Miami before the bombs fell (in fact, looking up Debra Morgan's age, she's the same age as Jan's daughter in this story)...

I'm only asking because it'd be funny to have Harry and Jan and their families run into each other in Fort Myers and Jan noticing that there's something off with Dexter (being a police detective, he'd likely suspect something)...

Like the use of the song Run Through the Jungle by CCR...

Incorrect on the cop side. There is the City of Miami police department (whom Klima and company work for), and the Metro-Dade (later to become Miami-Dade) Police, who patrol the unincorporated areas of the county. Metro-Dade used to be the Dade County Sheriff, but voters chose to reorganize it in 1981, and then again in 1997 (when it became Miami-Dade). The city has always had its own police, though.
 
Incorrect on the cop side. There is the City of Miami police department (whom Klima and company work for), and the Metro-Dade (later to become Miami-Dade) Police, who patrol the unincorporated areas of the county. Metro-Dade used to be the Dade County Sheriff, but voters chose to reorganize it in 1981, and then again in 1997 (when it became Miami-Dade). The city has always had its own police, though.

Thanks; I must have gotten that mixed up, @wolverinethad...

Either way, both the Metro-Dade and City of Miami Police Departments don't exist TTL, sadly (along with many police departments in Dade County), due to the destruction in Miami-Dade County (and of many of the cities and towns within) in the events of the Exchange...
 
I worked hard to get a couple of chapters out before I leave to go to Europe midweek. I'll be gone until about the end of the month, so I hope this is enough to tide you all over and make up for my long absence. I will check comments when I can, including later tonight and tomorrow, and sporadically after that for the next couple of weeks.
This work is good and much appreciated! Follow your Muse and her timetable, she and you know what you are doing.

I accept the level of destruction of CONUS as stipulated because this is a spinoff of Protect and Survive, which has established a certain level that I believe objectively, in a properly war-gamed out model, would be at least ten times as bad in realistic terms. It is the author of that I have axes to grind with. Given the stipulations of that work...you are writing a fine story of the recovery of civilization somewhere and I applaud it. All my reservations relate to the canon setting you have accepted to work in, which I think was far too optimistic on the "you survived" side of things. In a real Able Archer war, we'd be far worse off, as individuals, as nations and more or less civilized regions, as a species. It might not be quite the ultra-apocalyptic imagery those of us who lived through the era envisioned, the entire land area of Earth turned into a lifeless sandy desert glowing faintly blue at night--a few notches back from that to be sure. But basically Poul Anderson's War of Judgement; every possible base of advanced civilization under attack, with the mass desperation of temporary survivors and ongoing miseries of fallout poisoning striking every ambition to recover low, reverting us back to a mix of gatherer hunting and primitive farming for hundreds of years and laying the foundations for a new Middle Ages with the world returning to something resembling Early modern terms many centuries or perhaps a thousand years hence.

If it is less bad, the picture is brighter. I think the author of P&S veered too far in the optimistic direction.
 
This work is good and much appreciated! Follow your Muse and her timetable, she and you know what you are doing.

I accept the level of destruction of CONUS as stipulated because this is a spinoff of Protect and Survive, which has established a certain level that I believe objectively, in a properly war-gamed out model, would be at least ten times as bad in realistic terms. It is the author of that I have axes to grind with. Given the stipulations of that work...you are writing a fine story of the recovery of civilization somewhere and I applaud it. All my reservations relate to the canon setting you have accepted to work in, which I think was far too optimistic on the "you survived" side of things. In a real Able Archer war, we'd be far worse off, as individuals, as nations and more or less civilized regions, as a species. It might not be quite the ultra-apocalyptic imagery those of us who lived through the era envisioned, the entire land area of Earth turned into a lifeless sandy desert glowing faintly blue at night--a few notches back from that to be sure. But basically Poul Anderson's War of Judgement; every possible base of advanced civilization under attack, with the mass desperation of temporary survivors and ongoing miseries of fallout poisoning striking every ambition to recover low, reverting us back to a mix of gatherer hunting and primitive farming for hundreds of years and laying the foundations for a new Middle Ages with the world returning to something resembling Early modern terms many centuries or perhaps a thousand years hence.

If it is less bad, the picture is brighter. I think the author of P&S veered too far in the optimistic direction.

It's interesting that you find P&S too optimistic. It was pretty goddamn grim reading it. I was only a child during this time period, but I have studied it intensely, along with the weapons, the deployment levels, the information that came out from Gordievsky and Mitrokhin, declassified documents, non-public items in our archives at work....the list goes on. Jack always noted that his target lists, so to say, were incomplete. Other spinoffs filled in areas across the world. Land of Sad Songs was another grim, well-written, realistic look at things. One of the nice things with Florida is that it was very open to work with. No one had really touched it, and it had the geography, the governor, the people, and the resources to be a really interesting take. It was a rare state that had the ability to prepare in part by growing more food, because its climate allowed for greenhouses and hothouses to be built and used to grow things that could be canned, or jarred. Gatorade was invented there. They had a great university in Gainesville that wasn't on any target list, because outside of the school, there was nothing there worth attacking, and it was sufficiently distant enough from any target to stay safe. I had a good story to work with, I felt, and I took it and ran.

I don't know exactly how much you've read into things, @Shevek23, but it seems like you've read quite a lot. You may already be aware of this, but both sides had far more warheads than they had delivery vehicles, and so while it was known that both sides had enough warheads to nuke every small town and hamlet on Earth, they didn't have the ability to deliver all of those warheads. Furthermore, while 13,000 warheads were deployed overseas at the height of the Cold War by the U.S., this number included bomber restocking, MIRV's, etc. A lot of factors would go into whether all of those got used or not. One missile being shot down or not launching could be up to 12 warheads being lost. A B-52 not lifting off is 18 bombs. A sub being sank is up to 60 warheads. There's a million ways to game things out. If you look at the original P&S and count how many warheads hit Britain, it's pretty ridiculous.

The point I'm getting at is that while there's a lot of reasons to believe things would be worse, there's a lot of reasons to also believe that some hope would exist, just because random chance or heroic action can change the numbers quickly.
 
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