The Slow Fuse

http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=independence-day

Springfield! Springfield!


Independence Day (1996)


Alpha Zulu six eight niner, standing by.
Laser targeting.
Locked on.
We're locked on, sir.
Do you wish to deploy?
(General Grey) Mr. President, if you wish to
deploy, the time is now.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 7, 2006

I'm thinking again about that time Rachel Barnet wanting to watch that Swayze movie "Ghost" on video at my apartment on Wexler in Taylors. She didn't believe that I had not already seen it when I figured out who was the bad guy.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 07 August 2006 excerpt ends]










2002 film "The Sum of All Fears" DVD video:

00:07:33


President Fowler: Let's see. Who else has 27,000 nukes for us to worry about?

DCI William Cabot: It's the guy with one I'm worried about.










http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt


Tom Clancy

Red Storm Rising


20 – The Dance of the Vampires


USS NIMITZ

"Radar contacts! Designate Raid-1, bearing three-four-niner, range four-six-zero miles. Numerous contacts, count one-four-zero contacts, course one-seven-five, speed six hundred knots."

The master tactical scope plotted the contacts electronically, and a pair of plexiglass plates showed another visual display.

"So, here they come," Baker said quietly. "Right on time. Comments?"

"I-" Toland didn't get a chance.

The computer display went white.

"Clipper Base, this is Hawk-Three. We're getting some jamming," reported the senior airborne control officer. "We plot six, possibly seven jammers, bearing three-four-zero to zero-three-zero. Pretty powerful stuff. Estimate we have stand-off jammers, but no escort jammers. Contacts are lost for the present. Estimate burn-through in ten minutes. Request weapons free










http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/79701/Clancy_-_Red_Storm_Rising.txt


Tom Clancy

Red Storm Rising


36 – Shootout at 31 West!


"Sonar contact, sir. Classify as possible submarine, bearing three-five-six."

"Up dome!" O'Malley commanded.

The Seahawk lifted high and raced north for one mile. Hovering once more, O'Malley dipped his sonar a second time.

"Contact! Bearing one-seven-five. Sounds like a twin screw doing turns for maybe ten knots."

"We've bracketed him," the pilot said. "Let's set this one up." Ralston entered the numbers into the tactical computer.

"Bearing change, looks like he's turning to port-yeah," Willy confirmed. "Turning to port."

"He hear us?" Ralston asked.

"He might hear the convoy and be turning to get a fix on them. Willy, up dome," O'Malley ordered. "Romeo, Hammer, we have a maneuvering target, classify as probable submarine. Request weapons free."



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 12:23 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Friday 07 August 2015