That dammed bridge - ANOTHER P&S spinoff
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I agree. If the command HQ manages to stick together and find someone able and convincing to suceed the governor, this state shouldn't be that much worse off than before.
The changing style, despite less literary, really improved this thread recently (or is it just my impression?).
It was just my Impression that you quickened the pace (a Bit a La "duck&cover", which Makes more fluent Reading to me.
Forgive my spelling, I Blame the smartphone.
Significant damage at and in the vicinity of K I Sawyer AFB as a Soviet warhead detonated above and 4 miles SSW of the nearby town of Gwinn. None the less, a small number of intact and restored elements of the 410th bomber wing stand ready to assist.
Lovin' it
Enjoying the story so far! (In a perverse way, of course, being from MN...)
Two thoughts off the top of my head:
1. In a couple places, you mention "east Minneapolis" and "west Minneapolis." Although I can see that this was convenient, there are no such areas in Minneapolis, it's not divided that way.
1a. The scene with Rick and Prince (which I loved, btw), in my head I imagined as taking place somewhere near downtown, maybe just because I identify Prince with First Ave. Maybe in the Stevens neighborhood of south Minneapolis? Franklin & Lyndale or so?
1b. The scene where the nerve gas gets dropped, given that you mention anti-aircraft guns, I'd either place it in Prospect Park in southeast or Norwegian Hill over north; they are the two highest points in the city.
EDIT: After further consideration I'm gonna say Norwegian Hill. Given the casualty figures you cited, it wouldn't be in Prospect Park, because all the gas would blow into St. Paul. Also, even in the 1980s, the north side was where the poor folks lived, many of whom would not have been able to evacuate so would still be in town.
2. I've got this vague thought about all the cabins up by Brainerd. If the shit hits the fan, everyone who has a cabin is gonna go there, and it's gonna be a shitstorm. Do the lakes get fallout from the Dakotas? If so, that's gonna kill a lot of people because all those cabins are made out of nothin', there is no protection out there. Even if not, what happens up north when half the Minneapolis-St. Paul metro area tries to go up Highway 169 at once?
Again, great read, really enjoying it. Keep it comin'!
Enjoying the story so far! (In a perverse way, of course, being from MN...)
Two thoughts off the top of my head:
1. In a couple places, you mention "east Minneapolis" and "west Minneapolis." Although I can see that this was convenient, there are no such areas in Minneapolis, it's not divided that way.
1a. The scene with Rick and Prince (which I loved, btw), in my head I imagined as taking place somewhere near downtown, maybe just because I identify Prince with First Ave. Maybe in the Stevens neighborhood of south Minneapolis? Franklin & Lyndale or so?
1b. The scene where the nerve gas gets dropped, given that you mention anti-aircraft guns, I'd either place it in Prospect Park in southeast or Norwegian Hill over north; they are the two highest points in the city.
EDIT: After further consideration I'm gonna say Norwegian Hill. Given the casualty figures you cited, it wouldn't be in Prospect Park, because all the gas would blow into St. Paul. Also, even in the 1980s, the north side was where the poor folks lived, many of whom would not have been able to evacuate so would still be in town.
2. I've got this vague thought about all the cabins up by Brainerd. If the shit hits the fan, everyone who has a cabin is gonna go there, and it's gonna be a shitstorm. Do the lakes get fallout from the Dakotas? If so, that's gonna kill a lot of people because all those cabins are made out of nothin', there is no protection out there. Even if not, what happens up north when half the Minneapolis-St. Paul metro area tries to go up Highway 169 at once?
Again, great read, really enjoying it. Keep it comin'!
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I'm going to start this back up again!
Buffalo Pete: I use the terms west Minneapolis and east Minneapolis, while the "west" is more subjective, I refer to the east mostly as downtown and the border between that and St. Paul
The AA guns are placed in shielded rubble positions, but Headquarters and the "shiny" expensive AA weapons are placed atop Norwegian hill
Buffalo Pete: I use the terms west Minneapolis and east Minneapolis, while the "west" is more subjective, I refer to the east mostly as downtown and the border between that and St. Paul
The AA guns are placed in shielded rubble positions, but Headquarters and the "shiny" expensive AA weapons are placed atop Norwegian hill
Stillwater
"Minneapolis. Check in. Minneapolis. Check in. We have reports of multiple units heading south from our radar near the bridge. We need all available assets to scan the skies. We do not want a repeat of the gas attacks. Stay awake. We're looking into it."
"Minneapolis. Check in. Minneapolis. Check in. We have reports of multiple units heading south from our radar near the bridge. We need all available assets to scan the skies. We do not want a repeat of the gas attacks. Stay awake. We're looking into it."
So long child, it's awful dark,
And I've never felt the sun,
I dread to think of when,
When the wind blows
NARVIK, NORWAY 34TH AVIATION BRIGADE
"Good God, Lieutenant. It's fucking freezing, everyone is dead, we've shot two cannibals, and we can't even go home." said the sergeant, trying to control his jaw in the blistering wind, adjusting the straps on his rifle.
"Shut up! One more god damn whimper out of your sorry ass and I throw you into the harbor. Listen, if you men want to mutiny, then you are no better than those cannibals that we just shot. If you pussies want to kill your C/O, then I'm right here! Do it! Your families are dead." shouted the Lieutenant. Signs of the cold and isolation were beginning to take him over. He puffed his lip out and made hand signals obsessively. The men didn't know what to do. They were thousands of miles from anything even regarding remotely functioning. Bodies were strewn across the city. Their helicopters they would, in any normal situation be flying, were completely wrecked by the winter and the fire fights. Nuclear explosions are bad for the paint, they joked.
"Listen, Lieutenant, how do we return to our families? The airstrip is intact. There are still cargo aircraft on the tarmac that might work. It's worth a shot. Better than starving in this god-forsaken country." chimed in the private, trying to maintain contact with a horrifically battered Norwegian unit.
"I suppose you're right, but tell me, whats to say that our cute metro airport isn't completely melted. Good luck getting any sort of communication worth a damn."
A dash of gunfire cracks through the streets. Another looter dead. Some poor bastard trying to get food for himself, the private thought. He sat at the controls, trying every different frequency. He thought about his wife and newborn child in Montevideo.
"Madeline... " he said out loud.
"Stop fantasizing Private, you have a job." barked the Lieutenant.
"Lieutenant. We are sick and tired of your shit. We're going to die and you're too much of a pussy to even think about your own fucking family. How is that son of yours? You know, the police cadet? Burned into a brick in the IDS tower?" the Private snapped back. Tensions in the already frictional unit were boiling.
"Do not talk about Derek like that. I will shoot you." the Lieutenant said, drawing his pistol from its holster.
"I dare you, Lieutenant." replied the private, about to light a match over the circuit board of the radio. Possibly one of the last ones in Narvik.
And I've never felt the sun,
I dread to think of when,
When the wind blows
NARVIK, NORWAY 34TH AVIATION BRIGADE
"Good God, Lieutenant. It's fucking freezing, everyone is dead, we've shot two cannibals, and we can't even go home." said the sergeant, trying to control his jaw in the blistering wind, adjusting the straps on his rifle.
"Shut up! One more god damn whimper out of your sorry ass and I throw you into the harbor. Listen, if you men want to mutiny, then you are no better than those cannibals that we just shot. If you pussies want to kill your C/O, then I'm right here! Do it! Your families are dead." shouted the Lieutenant. Signs of the cold and isolation were beginning to take him over. He puffed his lip out and made hand signals obsessively. The men didn't know what to do. They were thousands of miles from anything even regarding remotely functioning. Bodies were strewn across the city. Their helicopters they would, in any normal situation be flying, were completely wrecked by the winter and the fire fights. Nuclear explosions are bad for the paint, they joked.
"Listen, Lieutenant, how do we return to our families? The airstrip is intact. There are still cargo aircraft on the tarmac that might work. It's worth a shot. Better than starving in this god-forsaken country." chimed in the private, trying to maintain contact with a horrifically battered Norwegian unit.
"I suppose you're right, but tell me, whats to say that our cute metro airport isn't completely melted. Good luck getting any sort of communication worth a damn."
A dash of gunfire cracks through the streets. Another looter dead. Some poor bastard trying to get food for himself, the private thought. He sat at the controls, trying every different frequency. He thought about his wife and newborn child in Montevideo.
"Madeline... " he said out loud.
"Stop fantasizing Private, you have a job." barked the Lieutenant.
"Lieutenant. We are sick and tired of your shit. We're going to die and you're too much of a pussy to even think about your own fucking family. How is that son of yours? You know, the police cadet? Burned into a brick in the IDS tower?" the Private snapped back. Tensions in the already frictional unit were boiling.
"Do not talk about Derek like that. I will shoot you." the Lieutenant said, drawing his pistol from its holster.
"I dare you, Lieutenant." replied the private, about to light a match over the circuit board of the radio. Possibly one of the last ones in Narvik.
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I know it's been almost a year since the last update, THD, and I don't even know if you'll see this, but if you do I just wanted to say "Great job." I just finished re-reading the whole thing, and it still gave me chills. Having read most of the P&S spinoffs, I think you did maybe the best job of anyone depicting the sheer chaos of the post-attack days, and the unfathomable personal strain these people would have been under. The suicide of the the lieutenant in Duluth was truly haunting.
Bravo!
Bravo!