RED STORM RISING [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 101
MOSCOW, R.S.F.S.R.
The Revolution has come to this, he thought. Sergetov was staring into the rubble. The sun was still high, even this late in the afternoon. The firefighters and soldiers were almost finished sorting through the wreckage, heaving the loose pieces into trucks a few meters from where he stood. There was dust on his suit. I'll have to have it cleaned, he thought, watching the seventh small body being lifted with a gentleness all too late and obscenely out of place. One more child was still unaccounted for, and there was still some lingering hope. A uniformed Army medic stood nearby, unwrapped dressings in his quivering hands. To his left a major of infantry was weeping with rage. A man with a family, no doubt.
The television cameras were there, of course. A lesson learned from the American media, Sergetov thought, the crews poking their way into the action to record every horrible scene for the evening news. He was surprised to see an American crew with their Soviet counterparts. So, we have made mass murder an international spectator sport.
Sergetov was far too angry for visible emotion. That could have been me, he thought. I always show up early for the Thursday meetings. Everyone knows it. The guards, the clerical staff, and certainly my Comrades on the Politburo. So this is the penultimate segment of the maskirovka. To motivate, to lead our people, we must do this. Was there supposed to be a Politburo member in the rubble? he wondered. A junior member, of course.
Surely I am wrong, Sergetov told himself. One part of his mind examined the question with chilling objectivity while another considered his personal friendships with some of the senior Politburo members. He didn't know what to think. An odd position for a leader of the Party.
NORFOLK, VIRGINIA
"I am Gerhardt Falken," the man said. "I entered the Soviet Union six days ago through the port of Odessa. I have been for ten years an agent of the Bundesnachrichtendienst, the intelligence apparat of the government of West Germany. My assignment was to kill the Politburo at its Thursday-morning session by means of a bomb placed in a storage room directly beneath the fourth-floor conference room in which they meet." Lowe and Toland watched their televisions in total fascination. It was perfect. "Falken" spoke perfect Russian, with the precise syntax and diction that schoolteachers in the Soviet Union sought to achieve. His accent was that of Leningrad.
"I have run an import-export business in Bremen for many years, and I have specialized in trade with the Soviet Union. I have traveled into the Soviet Union many times, and on many of these occasions I have used my business identity to run agents whose mission was to weaken and spy upon the Soviet Party and military infrastructures."
The camera closed in. "Falken" was reading in a monotone from a script, his eyes seldom rising to the cameras. Behind the glasses on one side was a large bruise. His hands shook slightly when he changed pages of the script.
"Looks like they beat up on him some," Lowe observed.
"Interesting," Toland replied. "They're letting us know that they work people over."
Lowe snorted. "A guy who blows little kids up? You can burn the bastard at the stake, and who'll give a good Goddamn? Some serious thought went into this, my friend."
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/08/20/national/main1914013.shtml
CBS News.com
AUSTIN, Texas, Aug. 20, 2006
"Pat, did you get her check before she left?" Rove quipped to the GOP group's executive director, Pat Robbins, as the crowd of 300 laughed, the newspaper reported.
"I don't question the patriotism of our critics. Many are hardworking public servants who are doing the best they can. Some of them are people looking for a free meal," Rove said, drawing more laughs.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-08-20-sheehan-protest_x.htm
Updated 8/20/2006 10:14 AM ET
Rove was speaking to the Associated Republicans of Texas, and ticket prices started at $200.
"Pat, did you get her check before she left?" Rove quipped to the GOP group's executive director, Pat Robbins, as the crowd of 300 laughed, the newspaper reported.
"I don't question the patriotism of our critics. Many are hardworking public servants who are doing the best they can. Some of them are people looking for a free meal," Rove said, drawing more laughs.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/08/19/AR2006081901000.html
The Washington Post
Sheehan, Others Protest at Rove Event
By ANGELA K. BROWN
The Associated Press
Sunday, August 20, 2006; 1:35 AM
AUSTIN, Texas -- Chanting "Try Rove for treason," Cindy Sheehan and more than 50 other war protesters disrupted a reception before President Bush's top adviser Karl Rove spoke at a fundraiser Saturday.
"Pat, did you get her check before she left?" Rove quipped to the GOP group's executive director, Pat Robbins, as the crowd of 300 laughed, the newspaper reported.
"I don't question the patriotism of our critics. Many are hardworking public servants who are doing the best they can. Some of them are people looking for a free meal," Rove said, drawing more laughs.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/08/20/national/main1914013.shtml
CBS News.com
AUSTIN, Texas, Aug. 20, 2006
'Peace Mom' Hurls Words At Karl Rove
One Arrested During Sheehan-Led Protest At Texas Republican Event
By Scott Conroy
(AP) Chanting "Try Rove for treason," Cindy Sheehan and more than 50 other war protesters disrupted a reception before President Bush's top adviser Karl Rove spoke at a fundraiser Saturday.
Police then ordered the group to leave, but some protesters had paid for rooms for the night. Those protesters went upstairs, including Sheehan.
One protester slipped inside the ballroom during the dinner but was escorted out after shouting about men and women dying, the Austin American-Statesman reported in its Sunday editions.
"Pat, did you get her check before she left?" Rove quipped to the GOP group's executive director, Pat Robbins, as the crowd of 300 laughed, the newspaper reported.
"I don't question the patriotism of our critics. Many are hardworking public servants who are doing the best they can. Some of them are people looking for a free meal," Rove said, drawing more laughs.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_propaganda
Nazi propaganda
Propaganda, the coordinated attempt to influence public opinion through the use of media, was skillfully used by the Nazi Party in the years leading up to and during Adolf Hitler's leadership of Germany (1933–1945). Nazi propaganda provided a crucial instrument for acquiring and maintaining power, and for the implementation of their policies, including the pursuit of total war and the extermination of millions of people in the Holocaust.
RED STORM RISING [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 252
The leading Kingfish exploded eight hundred yards from Nimitz's port quarter. The thousand kilograms of high explosive rocked the ship. Toland felt it, wondering if the ship had been hit. Around him, the CIC crewmen were concentrating frantically on their jobs. One target track vanished from the screen. Four left.
The next Kingfish approached the carrier's bow and was blasted out of the sky by the forward CIWS, too close aboard. Fragments ripped across the carrier's deck, killing a dozen exposed crewmen.
Number three was decoyed by a chaff cloud and ran straight into the sea half a mile behind the carrier. The warhead caused the carrier to vibrate and raised a column of water a thousand feet into the air.
The fourth and fifth missiles came in from aft, not a hundred yards apart. The after gun mount tracked on both, but couldn't decide which to engage first. It went into Reset mode and petulantly didn't engage any. The missiles hit within a second of one another, one on the after port corner of the flight deck, the other on the number two arrestor wire.
Toland was thrown fifteen feet, and slammed against a radar console. Next he saw a wall of pink flame that washed briefly over him. Then came the noises. First the thunder of the explosion. Then the screams. The after CIC bulkhead was no longer there; instead there was a mass of flame. Men twenty feet away were ablaze, staggering and screaming before his eyes. Toland's only thought was escape. He bolted for the watertight door. It opened miraculously under his hand and he ran to starboard. The ship's fire-suppression systems were already on, showering everything with a curtain of saltwater. His skin burned from it as he emerged, hair and uniform singed, to the flight deck catwalk. A sailor directed a water hose on him, nearly knocking him over the side.
"Fire in the CIC!" Toland gasped.
"What the hell ain't!" the sailor screamed.
Toland fell to his knees and looked outboard. Foch had been to their north, he remembered. Now there was a pillar of smoke. As he watched, the last Kingfish was detonated a hundred feet over Saratoga's flight deck. The carrier seemed undamaged. Three miles away, Ticonderoga's after superstructure was shredded and ablaze from a rocket that had blown up within yards of her. On the horizon a ball of flame announced the destruction of yet another - my God, Toland thought, might that be Saipan? She had two thousand Marines aboard ...
"Get foreward, you dumbass!" a firefighter yelled at him. Another man emerged to the catwalk.
"Toland, you all right?" It was Captain Svenson, his shirt torn away and his chest bleeding from a half-dozen cuts.
"Yes, sir," Bob answered.
"Get to the bridge. Tell 'em to put the wind on the starboard beam. Move!" Svenson jumped onto the flight deck.
Toland did likewise, racing forward. The deck was awash in firefighting foam, slippery as oil. Toland ran recklessly, falling hard on the deck before he reached the carrier's island. He was in the pilothouse in under a minute.
"Captain says put the wind on the starboard beam!" Toland said.
"It is on the fucking beam!" the executive officer snapped back. The bridge was covered in broken glass. "How's the skipper?"
"Alive. He's aft with the fire."
"And who the hell are you?" the XO demanded.
"Toland, group intel. I was in CIC."
"Then you are one lucky bastard. That second bird hit fifty yards from you. Captain got out? Anyone else?
"I don't know. Burning like hell."
"Looks like you caught part of it, Commander."
Bob's face felt as if he'd shaved with a piece of glass. His eyebrows crumpled to his touch. "Flashburns, I guess. I'll be okay. What do you want me to do?"
The XO pointed to Toland's water wings. "Can you conn the ship? Okay, do it. Nothing left to run into anyway. I'm going aft to take charge of the fire. Communications are out, radar's out, but the engines are okay and the hull's in good shape. Mr. Bice has the deck. Mr. Toland has the conn," XO announced as he left.
Toland hadn't conned anything bigger than a Boston Whaler in over ten years, and now he had a damaged carrier. He took a pair of binoculars and looked around to see what ships were nearby. What he saw chilled him.
Saratoga was the only ship that looked intact, but on second glance her radar mast was askew. Foch was lower in the water than she ought to have been, and ablaze from bow to stern.
"Where's Saipan?"
"Blew up like a fucking firework, Commander Bice replied. "Holy Jesus, there were twenty-five hundred men aboard!" Tico took one close aboard. Foch took three hits, looks like she's gone. Two frigates and a destroyer gone, too - just fucking gone, man! Who fucked up? You were in CIC, right? Who fucked up?"
From 12/14/2010 ( United States Title 18 Treason 2381 - the Barack Hussein Obama meeting with Microsoft's Bill Gates & all Barack Hussein Obama activity ) To 7/22/2011 ( the scheduled terrorist attack in Norway by Microsoft's Bill Gates Al Qaida with extensive damage and many casualties ) is 220 days
220 = 110 + 110
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 2/20/1966 ( Chester William Nimitz - United States Navy Fleet Admiral - deceased ) is 110 days
From 3/27/1965 ( premiere US TV series episode "Flipper"::"Sailor Bud" ) To 12/14/2010 ( United States Title 18 Treason 2381 - the Barack Hussein Obama meeting with Microsoft's Bill Gates & all Barack Hussein Obama activity ) is 16698 days
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/22/2011 ( the scheduled terrorist attack in Norway by Microsoft's Bill Gates Al Qaida with extensive damage and many casualties ) is 16698 days
From 5/22/1984 ( John Marley - deceased ) To 12/14/2010 ( United States Title 18 Treason 2381 - the Barack Hussein Obama meeting with Microsoft's Bill Gates & all Barack Hussein Obama activity ) is 9702 days
9702 = 4851 + 4851
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 2/13/1979 ( Anders Behring Breivik ) is 4851 days
From 8/27/1953 ( Peter Stormare ) To 12/14/2010 ( United States Title 18 Treason 2381 - the Barack Hussein Obama meeting with Microsoft's Bill Gates & all Barack Hussein Obama activity ) is 20928 days
20928 = 10464 + 10464
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/27/1994 ( United States Navy Fleet Admiral Thomas Reagan the pilot and plane crash survivor along with me Kerry Wayne Burgess - circa 1990 also known for official duty as Wayne Newman the Deputy United States Marshal - and the other Lockheed Martin L-1011 aircraft passengers and crew murdered in a scheduled terrorism-sabotage attack by Bill Gates-Nazi-Microsoft-Corbis-NASA-George Bush the cowardly violent criminal by causing the external mounted Orbital Sciences Pegasus space satellite booster rocket to explode under our aircraft ) is 10464 days
From 3/12/1947 ( Tom Clancy ) To 12/14/2010 ( United States Title 18 Treason 2381 - the Barack Hussein Obama meeting with Microsoft's Bill Gates & all Barack Hussein Obama activity ) is 23288 days
23288 = 11644 + 11644
From 11/2/1965 ( date hijacked from me:my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 9/19/1997 ( premiere US TV series episode "Pinky and the Brain"::"Brain Storm" ) is 11644 days
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2013676160_apusobamaeconomy.html
The Seattle Time
Originally published December 14, 2010 at 9:38 AM | Page modified December 14, 2010 at 4:07 PM
Obama talks economy with Buffett, Gates
The Associated Press
Obama, CEOs make peace, search for common ground
WASHINGTON —
President Obama invited two of the world's richest men to the White House Tuesday to discuss ways to boost the U.S. economy.
The White House says Obama's meeting with Bill Gates and Warren Buffett focused on ideas for spurring economic growth and making the U.S. more competitive. They also discussed opportunities to invest in innovative industries that have growth potential.
Obama has frequently consulted with Buffett on economic issues. The billionaire has said he favors letting the Bush-era tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans expire, a position Obama also held before striking a with congressional Republicans to allow the tax cuts to continue.
Gates' wife, Melinda, also took part in the Oval Office meeting.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Norway_attacks
2011 Norway attacks
The 2011 Norway attacks were two sequential terrorist attacks against the civilian population, the government, and a political summer camp in Norway on 22 July 2011. The first was a car bomb explosion in Regjeringskvartalet, the executive government quarter of Oslo, at 15:25:19 (CEST), outside the office of Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg and other government buildings. The explosion killed eight people and wounded several others, with more than 10 people critically injured.
The second attack occurred less than two hours later at a youth camp organized by the youth organization (AUF) of the ruling Norwegian Labour Party (AP) on the island of Utøya in Tyrifjorden, Buskerud. A gunman disguised as a policeman opened fire at the participants, killing 69 attendees, including personal friends of Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg and the stepbrother of Norway's crown princess Mette-Marit. The Norwegian Police Service arrested Anders Behring Breivik, a 32-year-old Norwegian right-wing extremist, for the mass shootings in Utøya and subsequently charged him with both attacks. The European Union, NATO and several countries around the world expressed their support for Norway and condemned the attacks.
The attack on Utøya is the deadliest attack by a single gunman in recorded history.
http://www.smh.com.au/national/modest-boy-who-became-a-mass-murderer-20110724-1hvh0.html
smh.com.au
The Sydney Morning Herald
Modest boy who became a mass murderer
Sean Rayment, London
July 25, 2011.
IN THE space of 48 hours Anders Behring Breivik emerged from the obscurity of an Oslo suburb to become the worst mass killer in peacetime Europe.
Breivik was born on February 13, 1979 and grew up in western Oslo where, until recently, he lived with his mother in the wealthy suburb of Skoyen. Superficially, his upbringing appears to have been both middle-class and unremarkable. He attended the Handelsgym High School in Oslo and graduated with a masters degree from the Oslo School of Management.
In his late teens, he completed compulsory national service, where he received military training and learnt how to shoot.
http://www.orbital.com/SpaceLaunch/Pegasus/pegasus_history.shtml
Orbital
Pegasus
Pegasus Mission History
Flight # Launch Date Vehicle Payload Result
6 June 27, 1994 Pegasus XL STEP-1 Failure
http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0053375/quotes
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Quotes for
Lev Andropov (Character)
from Armageddon (1998)
Armageddon (1998)
[after escaping the Russian Space Station explosion]
Freddy Noonan: Pretty intense, huh?
Lev Andropov: That's why I told you "touch nothing". But you're bunch of cowboys!
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Biography for
John Marley
Date of Birth
17 October 1907
Date of Death
22 May 1984
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Woltz
Jack Woltz
Jack Woltz is a fictional character from the Mario Puzo novel The Godfather and the 1972 film adaptation. In the film, he is portrayed by John Marley.
Woltz is a Jewish movie producer who refuses to cast the singer/actor Johnny Fontane in a war film that would revive Johnny's flagging career. Fontane asks Don Vito Corleone, who is the head of an organized crime family and his godfather, to lean on Woltz. Corleone sends his consigliere, Tom Hagen, to Hollywood to "reason" with Woltz.
Hagen offers to help Woltz with union trouble in return for casting Fontane. The offer may have been sincere, but could also be interpreted as a threat that union trouble will likely arise if Woltz does not cooperate. Woltz loses his temper, shouting anti-Italian slurs at Hagen, and refuses to bargain. Later, after learning Hagen represents Don Corleone, he appears more eager to listen, even inviting Hagen to dinner at his sumptuous estate. However, in the end, Woltz still refuses to cast Fontane, explaining to Hagen that Johnny had run off with one of his young female stars-in-the-making (with whom Woltz had been having an affair) and made him out to look ridiculous.
The self-made millionaire Woltz, who exudes the demeanor of a New York street tough, spurns the veiled threat of violence residing under Hagen's cool corporate attorney facade by telling him "I ain't no bandleader" (referring to the incident where Don Corleone secured Johnny's release from a personal services contract with a bandleader by having Luca Brasi threaten him with a gun). But the following morning, in one of the most famous scenes in movie history, Woltz wakes up to find the decapitated head of his prized stud horse, Khartoum, in his bed with him. Although he phones the Corleones and furiously threatens to bring the law on their heads, he ultimately gives in to their wishes and casts Fontane.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0580445/releaseinfo
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Release dates for
"Flipper"
Sailor Bud (1965)
Country Date
USA 27 March 1965
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Flipper (TV series 1964–1967)
Sailor Bud (#1.28)
Release Date: 27 March 1965 (USA)
http://www.tvrage.com/Flipper_1964/episodes/63198
TVRAGE
Flipper : Sailor Bud
Flipper Season 1 Episode 28
Airdate: Saturday March 27th, 1965
Mr. Hallson is called upon to investigate a drowning in the park. When he is bitten by a rare but poisonous sea snake, neither he nor his wife are able to navigate their yawl. Bud haps upon their craft and contacts his father over the Hallson's radio. Porter gives Bud instructions on setting the sails. With Bud at the prow and Mrs. Hallson at the tiller, Flipper guides the yawl through the treacherous reef.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=82473
George W. Bush [ UNITED STATES TITLE 18 TREASON ]
Statement by the Press Secretary: President Bush to Welcome British Prime Minister Tony Blair to the White House
May 23, 2006
President Bush will welcome British Prime Minister Tony Blair back to the White House on May 25, 2006.
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=46
George W. Bush [ UNITED STATES TITLE 18 TREASON ]
The President's News Conference With Prime Minister Tony Blair of the United Kingdom
May 25, 2006
President Bush. Thank you all. Good evening. I want to thank Prime Minister Tony Blair for coming to Washington
RED STORM RISING [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 115
NORFOLK, VIRGINIA
"Comrades. We see before us the innocent children of our nation," the Chairman began, speaking with slow, quiet diction that made Toland's translation job easier. CINCLANT's intelligence chief was at his side. "Killed by the infernal engine of State terrorism. Killed by a nation that has twice defiled our Motherland with unholy dreams of conquest and murder. We see before us the dedicated, humble servants of our Party who asked nothing more than to serve the State. We see martyrs to the aggression of fascists.
"Comrades, to the families of these innocent children, and to the families of these three fine men, I say that a reckoning will come. I say that their deaths will not be forgotten. I say that there will be justice for this vicious crime ..."
"Jesus." Toland stopped translating and looked over at his senior.
"Yeah. There's going to be a war. We have a linguistic team across the street doing a full translation, Bob. Let's go see the boss."
"You're sure?" CINCLANT asked.
"It's possible they will settle for something less, sir," Toland replied. "But I don't think so. Everything about this exercise has been run in such a way as to inflame the Russian population to a degree I've never seen before."
"Let's put this all the way on the table. You're saying that they deliberately murdered these people to foment a crisis." CINCLANT looked down at his desk. "It's hard to believe, even for them."
"Admiral, either we believe that or we believe that the West German government has decided to precipitate a war against the Soviet Union on their own hook. In the second case the Germans would have to be totally our of their fucking minds, sir," Toland blurted, forgetting that only admirals swear in front of other admirals.
"But why?"
"We don't know the why. That's a problem with intelligence, sir. It's a lot easier to tell the what than the why."
CINCLANT stood and walked to the corner of his office. There was going to be a war, and he didn't know why. He wanted the why. The why might be important.
"We're starting to call up reserves. Toland, you have done one hell of a good job over the past two months. I'm going to request that you get bumped up a grade to full commander. You're outside the normal zone, but I think I just might be able to handle it. There's an open intel billet with Com Second Fleet staff. He's put in a request for you if things go sour, and it looks like they are. You would be number three on his threat team, and you'd be out on a carrier. I want you out there."
"It sure would be nice to have a day or two with the family, sir."
The Admiral nodded. "We owe you that much. Nimitz is in transit anyway. You can meet her off the Spanish coast. Report back here Wednesday morning with your bags packed." CINCLANT came over to shake his hand. "Well done, Commander."
[ Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi the cowardly International Terrorist Organization violently against the United States of America federal government actively instigate insurrection and subversive activity against the United States of America federal government with all Bill Gates-Microsoft-Corbis-Nazi staff partners contributors employees contractors lawyers managers of any capacity as severely treasonous criminal accomplices and that are active unlawful obstructions, combinations, or assemblages, or rebellion against the authority of the United States that actively make it impracticable to enforce the laws of the United States in the United States and in the Severely Treasonous and Criminally Rebellious State of Washington by the ordinary course of judicial proceedings ]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Journal May 25, 2006
Is it possible that I was stationed in London at some point? That would explain the Whitehall detail. I do have memory of London that is probably there to deflect something about reality. And of course, Mogge was there. We were posing in front of a statue that I think is in front of Buckingham Palace.
That probably means too, that my memory of swimming in the ocean is much different than I remember. I remember being out by myself and I saw a pair of dorsal fins behind me, much to my surprise. But there is something about feeling surprised, almost like I was told to feel surprised, or that the normal reaction was to feel surprised to see the fins, but then I was relieved to see that they were dolphins, or porpoises, whatever I can't remember the difference. I also remember watching the sea snakes floating in the water from the deck of the Wainwright.
[ JOURNAL ARCHIVE 25 May 2006 excerpt ends]
