http://www.chakoteya.net/movies/movie8.html
Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
BORG QUEEN: Is it becoming clear to you yet?
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Friday, August 23, 2013 11:08 PM
To: 'L1 - The Homestead'
Subject: Low priority - background information
As I get ready to move out this apartment next month and head for The Homestead I reminisce on my mindset from only four years when I first moved into this current place.
Taken me this long to understand that I actually do have a problem.
But I have lived here in this apartment I dislike for four years and in a tiny apartment in downtown Seattle for a few years before that and I seem to have control over my senses.
I know you have a lot of other residents to listen to and I am not going to take up a lot of your time, especially because I like to keep to myself, but I have been thinking maybe I should try to be a little more open with you than I was when I moved in here where I live now.
My silence did not really cause me any problems here that I am aware of but I think that giving you some background information on my mental condition might be therapeutic for me.
I still have a few friends and my sisters and brother I could continue to communicate with but they don’t live near me and I don’t want to move out of Washington State.
You might have read on my blog a lengthy set of similar reports I created about the suspicions death of one of my close friends from high school back in southwest Arkansas and you have to wonder: why? Why would anyone do that?
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/07/lesa-lynette-jewell.html
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/07/chicago-shakedown.html
Nobody I write to responds to me about any of this and I guess our good friends at the NSA understand that better than I but mainly I just wanted to get a few things off my chest and I think this is helpful to me to let the people I interact with directly, such as on a commercial basis, understand what is on my mind most of the time and this is sort of a summary of what I think about day and night. Mostly I just try to keep to myself and most days I just hope, without much success, I will get a good night’s sleep. But that is no new problem. I was having a lot of problem sleeping at night even more than ten years ago when I worked at Microsoft.
I started off here feeling pleased with myself about “fulcrum” and then I couldn’t stop writing more stuff. People that regularly follow my public blog are probably wondering by now why I have not posted anything in my blog for almost a full week and I have no plans at this point to ever make another blog post. Not making a difference anyhow, despite the highly compelling information I report. No reason to stop. I just decided to stop making new posts.
So anyway, I seem to be sort of a person waking from a deep sleep. That description is not very accurate, I thought after writing it. The condition with my brain, I started thinking in recent months, is that I was required – involuntarily to begin with - back in the late 1980’s, during my active service in the United States Navy, to consume some kind of security drug.
I started thinking in recent months about my theory that the security drug sort of rewires the memory functions of the human brain. My theory is that while consuming what I call the security drug then all memory formed in the human brain will be inaccessible to that person’s mind if that person is not actively consuming the security drug.
What I prove now today in every day of my life is that the security drug by itself does not cause a person to become seriously crazy.
No one, I have been thinking, authorized to do so in public is confirming or denying the information I report because the organization I was part of is still highly classified. Despite the illegal efforts of the criminal conspirators to bring that information into public knowledge that organization is still highly classified and is still highly protected by legitimate authority of the United States federal government, as the thoughts in my mind suggest.
I can talk about it because that is why I was brought into the organization, because of what I do now. The organization needs to know what will happen to the other people. Needless to say I am not the only person who has been under the influence of the security drug. Now we know how the criminal elements infesting the United States federal government will get revenge on us that are overseers.
Listed below is what I believe is an example of how my mind converts those security-drug-memories into a form my mind interprets as normal memory.
I am thinking more about that because I am sort of worried about how that is working. I have no control over it. I embrace the possibility of regaining those memories but I also am sort of frightened about how I seem to possess some kind of secret genius in my mind.
Something is still happening and I anticipate that it will still happen after I move away from here. Whatever it is seems more wonderful to me as time goes on. I am just confused about how certain thoughts form in my mind and I never know when it is going to happen again.
I seem to be a genius at subtlety. Only the people who know the truth could read what I write and know what I am talking about. I have never liked subtlety. I doubt anyone who has even known me would describe me as a subtle communicator. Although I don’t always say everything I think I would rather say what I think than mince words. However, in this case, that seems to be an asset, that skill I seem to have at subtlety.
The best example is from the year 2003 when I printed out a letter and mailed it through the United States Postal Service and addressed that letter to the United States Chief of Naval Operations at the Pentagon.
I wrote about how I should have received the Silver Star medal.
Any person afraid of the United States Marshals Service or any person afraid of a brigadier general of the United States Marine Corps would certainly be afraid to read that in a letter from me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, Mister Nobody.
Well, then I started seeing a pattern that indicates my message was read loud and clear. But only years later did I start to recognize that pattern of the year 2004 and 2005 and later and that pattern seemed to have been caused by my letter to the CNO in 2003.
So I sent the letter to the CNO during the year of 2003. A few months later, I watched the premiere of the television miniseries “Battlestar Galactica” and I watched the conversation between the “Commander” and his son and how he congratulated him on his promotion and then a few weeks later I put in my notice I was quitting my job at Microsoft and I documented that my final day there would be 06 February 2004.
I moved out of my apartment in Redmond Washington in March and moved to Spokane Valley.
I moved in to the Crossland hotel there on Sprague.
Only a few years later did it dawn on me: I wrote to the CNO about a medal in 2003 and then in 2004 I moved into someplace that now reminds me of the United States Navy Cross medal.
Did I plan all that a decade earlier when I was under the influence of the security drug?
Is there a part of my subconscious mind that has full access to those security-drug-memories and that is actively processing my perception of reality based on those security-drug-memories?
In the year 2002 there was the silver titanium Litespeed road bicycle I bought from REI for my participation in the Coeur d’Alene Ironman triathlon, which I completed in the year 2004. On my blog I document in detail the notion associated with the Litespeed bicycle. As I wrote above, I seem to have a genius for subtlety.
So the year 2002 and a bunch of stuff before that and the year 2003 CNO letter and the year 2004 Crossland and that’s all good and fun until someone gets hit.
And they hit me several times. The first instance I recall offhand was on a day precisely – PRECISELY – one year before the space shuttle Columbia was destroyed. I documented in my blog and in several reports to the federal government the highly compelling pattern I discovered.
Why me? Why would the highly compelling pattern be discoverable only by me? Why would the United States need secret NASA astronauts?
On that day 01 February 2002 riding my Schwinn bicycle to work at Microsoft I didn’t see anyone around me hiding behind the trees as I was lying flat on my back on the concrete sidewalk my face hit after my bicycle’s back wheel flipped up and I crashed but it’s hard to believe that was a simple accident. Over a year later on the bicycle trail in Redmond a walker deliberately hit my shoulder as I raced by him and I didn’t even crash from that. I was pretty angry at him and I yelled at him after I got off my bicycle and turned around to see him walking opposite his original direction and with my back to him he had turned around to walk back towards me and then I began to sense some kind of trap and I yelled at him some more and then got on my bicycle and rode back to my apartment in Redmond. I have written extensively about all that on my blog accessible to anyone on the internet. They got me again in Spokan Valley on the Centennial Trail where I normally started from Mirabeau park and rode towards Coeur d’Alene and I didn’t crash that time either.
The year 2002 and a bunch of stuff before that and the year 2003 CNO letter and the year 2004 Crossland and then the year 2005. I have moved back to the Seattle suburbs by that time of the year 2005 and I am living in Kent Washington. Nothing has changed and I go to the City of Kent police department to file a complaint against Microsoft and I also mention to the police officer that I have a complaint against George W. Bush.
The police officer was listening to me as we stood outside the city police office and he went inside and after a while he came back outside and told me he was taking me somewhere else. I don’t really recall now the precise dialog. I think I was aware he was taking me to the St. Francis Hospital in Federal Way but that part isn’t very clear in my mind now. I do know for certain I was not expecting them to secretly drug me but that’s what they did. Right from the start. They gave me some food and I knew I would be there for a while because I was sitting at the desk in a private room they assigned me to and so I ate the food they gave me and I was quite certain they had drugged me right then.
And so they kept talking to me and a psychiatrist was questioning me and I was in a real mental stupor from the drugs they were giving me. After three days they let me out of the St. Francis Hospital mental health unit and I went over to a nearby building as instructed and got the prescription drugs the doctor had ordered for me.
I’ll never forget being in there and I just couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone looked concerned. Everyone looked worried about something.
I left out of there and I just started walking. I had no real idea where I was. I had heard of the town before but I wasn’t really clear on where it was located in relation to my apartment in Kent. I think I wrote in my blog that I had been transported there by ambulance but I don’t think that is accurate. I am pretty certain the Kent police officer drove me to the front door in his police car and they then put me on a gurney and transported me to the mental health unit. They transported me by ambulance to all the other hospitals in that following month.
Ironically, after they let me out of the St. Francis hospital then that is when I really did need hospitalization.
In recent months I have marveled over the map of that location in Federal Way Washington State and the incredible part is about how I managed to not get lost that day. There are a lot of side-streets back there and I could have started walking randomly through any of them and I wasn’t going to ask any for help and I could have wandered around in those side-streets for days and still never figure out how to get out of there.
As it turned out I chose the route that was just about the shortest possible route to walk back to the only point – in a direction getting me away from St. Francis as quickly as possible – within miles that was the only place I recognized from previous experience.
Sometime months before I was taken to St. Francis I had been out driving around in my Jeep and I stopped at a place for lunch and I recently looked that up on the map and I see in the image it is named Monster Burger. I remember that because they had very good hamburgers there.
Well, that is precisely the point I walked to. I had no idea where I was walking to after they let me out of St. Francis and I started walking and I somehow in my stupor of the psychiatrist drugs I stumbled along the route that was about the shortest route to that familiar place. There was a metro bus stop in front so I got on the first bus and I still had no idea where I was going and so I rode the bus and eventually I started to recognize I was getting close to Kent and I got off the bus and I walked about three miles to where my Jeep was parked at the police station.
Things only got worse for me and to make a long story short I was very lucky to survive.
My best guess is that the drugs they gave me caused me to hallucinate and the hallucinations are based on those security-drug-memories.
My best guess – and these are just thoughts in my mind – is that in the case of May 2005, a few weeks after I was in St. Francis hospital beginning 04 May 2005, I was hallucinating memories associated with the United States Navy Cross that the thoughts in my head suggest to me I was officially awarded for my actions on 20 December 1994. None of that is actually memory in my mind. Those are just thoughts that started to form in my mind and that gained a certain level of confidence. I began thinking that I was officially awarded the Navy Cross for my actions in 1994 and the massive damage I caused on the ground as the enemy was running towards my position and I had to personally inflict massive destruction to the enemy just to successfully carry out my orders and to stop their advance and there in person on the ground in Bosnia I caused a tremendous amount of damage to the enemy forces and I stopped them and the enemy was unsuccessful.
Sure, sure, I’ve seen the actor Mel Gibson’s heroic poseur performance in the 2000 film “The Patriot” and as with the 2001 film “Black Hawk Down” a Microsoft co-worker suggested we see it during the theatre premiere and I think about the ending of “The Patriot” and I also remember sitting there in the theatre and I was wondering if she or anybody noticed how choked up I got during the scenes with the little girl “Susan” who won’t speak to him.
They secretly drugged me on 04 May 2005 and they had me doped up for about 1.5 years before on my own I finally just stopped taking the drugs. The psychiatrist at the VA hospital was still wanting me to take the drugs because he was wanting me to have blood drawn and I left his office and I said the heck with that and I skipped the blood test and the next week at our regularly scheduled meeting he told me something about how he knew I didn’t have my blood taken but he didn’t say that in so many words and I didn’t say anything and then he wanted me to have blood drawn again and again I left the building without getting another needle stuck in my arm and the next week when I went back to the VA hospital and was sitting in the waiting room for him to call my name and I saw him come out of his office and he called someone else’s name and I just got up and left the building and I never went back there again. I am trying to recall as I write if that was before or after they were deliberately torturing me to try to get me to admit that I am the secret federal agent they believe I am. That last appointment with the psychiatrist was in 2006. They were torturing me in the VA hospital in 2005.
I remember the medical problem began just before I was discharged from the VA hospital on 27 June 2005. I know that is the date I was discharged because The Seattle Times reported that US Senator Patty Murray was standing in the front of the building at a news conference and that she wanted a billion dollars. As for my medical problem if I really am the secret NASA astronaut they believe I am then the problem – many many many bus trips I took from Shoreline WA to VA Seattle complaining about how for weeks I had been incapable of having a bowel movement and the only response from them that I was dehydrated and they kept asking me questions - would have been probably familiar. Indeed, when the social workers frantically shuffled me out a side-door away from Patty Murray and then drove me to temporary housing I walked into that place and I sat down and I was trying to think of something I could be doing I looked over at a bookstand and the first item I saw was a National Geographic magazine from 1981 about the first United States space shuttle flight.
The rational advantage of that gastro medical emergency is that might have been something I specifically created as part of the plan I created long ago associated with my supposed assignment. The reason is that I knew they would conduct the CT scan on my abdomen while in the hospital and from that scan, I have been thinking, they would see conclusive evidence of a bullet wound to my lower abdomen. Possibly even the same gastro. doctor that treated me for that Purple Heart medal injury in 1991 was again reviewing the scans of me in 2005. They didn’t scan my hand so that bullet wound I presumably sustained at the same time wasn’t examined. The CT scan they did on my head might have picked up the supposed gunshot wound to my left shoulder or maybe the lower abdomen scan got that one too. In 2005 everything went wrong when they refused to give me the medication to correct the intestinal problem the other drug had caused, possibly a problem any NASA astronaut might recognize. And then if my assignment was to assess the level of hostility towards me because those people believed I am part of some highly secret organization of overseers of the United States federal government then what else could I have done? I could have walked in there with a badge and yelled out that everyone who is a criminal is immediately ordered to report to prison and I am sure that would have worked very well.
They had me doped into a stupor for a over a year and only obviously after I saw – literally – the proper sign did my attitude change. I did start to declare that I have a different identity and I wrote about my suspicions. I suspected my identity diverged at some point and I suspected I was working with a secret identity. I even told the psychiatrist at the VA hospital about my suspicions. I told him I started thinking my real name was Thomas Ray. And so for many years after that point in the year 2006 I was about 85% certain that I might be Thomas Ray. I was still maintaining my legal identity of Kerry Burgess but I was confused about why I was thinking I was a completely different person. A person who is still just based on thoughts in my mind to this very day but that I am convinced is a real person.
I just couldn’t understand why I am not as tall as he is. We look almost identical in appearance but he is several inches taller than I am. And driving me even more crazy is that if I was the real Kerry Wayne Burgess – the United States Marshal – then I should have a gunshot wound scar on my left shoulder.
So I am not as tall as Thomas Ray and I do not have the scar on my shoulder.
The year 2011 seems to be a year of transition for me. The year I finally shrugged off the effects of all that prescription drugs the Veterans Hospital had me on in the years 2005 and 2006. A blog report I posted on 13 August 2013 about the chief medical doctor for the VA from 1990 adds a lot of perspective to that issue about me being deliberately tortured and one key factor is that the effective date of 14 May 1990 is also the date listed on my US Navy DD-214 document as the date I was honorably discharged from active service in the US Navy.
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-invisible-insurrectionists.html
So anyway, the year was 2011 and I just cannot understand why I am not as tall as Thomas Ray and I just cannot understand why I don’t have a gunshot scar on my left shoulder. Back around the year 2000 or 2001 the medical doctor I used my Microsoft health insurance to visit for a general check-up told me I should have something examined on the back of my left shoulder.
Eventually I started thinking that Thomas and I would often substitute for each other. People who knew us could tell the difference but in many other instances, I have been thinking, we could trade places and no one would be the wiser. And so with those theoretical activities in mind I decided that back in the year 2006, for example, I was confusing his experiences with my similar personal experiences. See, I started thinking I was deliberately mimicking his earlier activities with my own later activities, such as with the wars in Iraq, which I have reported in detail on my public blog.
I started thinking that he had piloted an F-16 Falcon in an early strike on Iraq and I started thinking that I flew a United States Apache attack helicopter on the first Gulf War strike on Iraq. I started thinking he shot down an Iraqi fighter jet during his successful mission and that I also shot down an Iraqi fighter jet during my own successful mission. Those details, presumably, surface in my mind because of certain subtle similarities, especially because of the enemy aircraft and of how my conscious minds struggles to interpret those security-drug-memories, if they even exist. He was a US Navy SEAL, I started thinking, and we all worked together with top-tier special forces of the United States and we trained with similar forces of allied countries.
And finally, recently, back in the year 2011, the obvious suddenly dawned on my feeble mind: laser surgery.
I had the scar removed by laser surgery, I started thinking and that would explain the lingering aches and pains, compounded by the fact I don’t exercise anymore. I looked in the mirror at my back and I started to believe that the bullet’s exit wound scar is still there. The subtle genius in my mind probably deliberately went to see that Microsoft-funded doctor just so he would see that just so that he would probably tell somebody about it. Indeed, a few months later my (surrogate) mother visited and brought a young woman with her I had never met before, and just like that early scene of the October 2001 film “Training Day” I am 100% confident my mother was trying to get me to brag there in public about myself as a Deputy United States Marshal winning a gunfight duel with a criminal fugitive.
Well, I’ve seen the movies but I have no actual memory of any of that. I did find a lot of other details that correspond to my suspicions though. And I wonder: why would she do that? I am there working at Microsoft using my legal identity from my birth and I have not said one word to anybody about any of that classified stuff and she is really trying to get me to brag about my legal secret identity of the United States federal government? Is she trying to get me shot again?
Well, all I do know for certain is that my name really is Kerry Wayne Burgess. All that other stuff just seems like fiction to me. I cannot claim to have ever used alias identities because I have no memory of ever doing so. My actual memory is 100% consistent with every legal document including work history documents associated with Kerry Wayne Burgess. I certainly have no financial motive to any of the suspicions I have posted on my blog. I just want back what I believe is rightfully mine.
Well, anyway, I am sort of rambling here now but the point is there seems to be some of genius to the subtlety in my mind and I am still trying to figure out what that means.
People are staging stuff around me constantly when I am outside and that has really been driving me crazy. Working at Microsoft was really bad because of the stuff they were staging around me. The technology group I was working with was staging some kind of poseur activity about Delta Force and a blog report I posted on 08 August 2013 adds a lot of perspective to that activity I observed:
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/08/in-old-oklahoma.html
I didn’t chose this apartment Crown Pointe for any kind of subtlety and my blog is quite clear about the implication there. What I was surprised to learn is how I discovered a subtle association with the 2008 film “The Day the Earth Stood Still” and a nearby graveyard. That graveyard is where the performer Jimi Hendrix is buried and there is a very clear association there with the premiere date and that pattern I have documented in my blog. They seem to have been planning some kind of attack with weapons of mass destruction on the local population by contaminating the drinking water supply. I published that report on my public blog. Obviously I had no control over the establishment of that detail.
I documented the access code for the new trash compactor here at Crown Pointe and how that forms a pattern. Obviously I had no control over the establishment of that detail.
All right, well, anyway, I was thinking of a instance of subtlety in my writing and only in the past day or two did I start to consider there is something really subtle about what I wrote and that’s nothing new but this new detail is something I just caught on to and if anyone sees me walking around and they begin to wonder what I am thinking about then this message is probably a good indication of my mindset every day.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/14/07 9:12 AM
but I think what this all represents is me flying into Iraq, running out of fuel because I engaged enemy fighters, and then having to land and find fuel. I also found myself reading that book by Claire and having a hard time to believe we didn't get swarmed by enemy fighters.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 14 May 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Tuesday, June 20, 2006 7:43 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal June 20, 2006, Supplemental
I wonder if I was the first American to strike Saddam.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 20 June 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/gulf/script_a.html
FRONTLINE
FRONTLINE Show #1407T
Air Date: January 28, 1997
NARRATOR: Before the planes could attack, Task Force Normandy would fire the first shots of the war. Its Apache gunships had been training for months. Their mission was vital: to destroy at all costs two Iraqi radar sites that would otherwise give Baghdad an early warning of what was to come.
[1:00 A.M., January 17, 1991] It was a moonless night. Eight Apaches armed with Hellfire missiles took off towards Iraq. This is a pilot's eye view, videotape from one helicopter's night vision camera. The gunships flew just a few feet off the desert until they were eight miles from the radar dishes.
Lt. TOM DREW, Task Force Normandy: We slowed our air speed to about 40 knots, came up on line, all abreast, so we're all the same distance from the target. And at this point, I'm not looking through my goggles. I'm looking at a T.V. screen right in front of me. Watched the clock tick to zero and I gave the code word "Get some." At that point, everybody fired their Hellfires.
Get some!
1st HELICOPTER PILOT: Second missile.
NARRATOR: From a range of four miles, each crew aimed a laser beam that guided their missiles. The Iraqis had anti-aircraft guns, but could not see or hear the helicopters. This was a new kind of war.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 06/15/09 8:20 AM
This actually sounds more similar to being the bombardier/navigator in an A-6 Intruder than as the pilot of an AH-64 Apache helicopter as I read it again just now. Until I just read it again I have been thinking it was about my time flying the Apache helicopter. It is the part about being behind the driver seat and to the right of the steering wheel that makes me think it is actually about the Intruder. As I recall the seat for the B/N is slightly behind the pilot although from looking at it from the outside you really cannot tell the difference. Also, I wrote about 'steering' and navigating and that part about the windows being covered sounds as though I was looking into the navaigation display which has a shroud around it. If I was the navigator then I was creating navigation points in the computer that the pilot would then steer towards based on his instrument panel.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/24/07 1:36 AM
Very odd dream about trying to drive a car. The problem though was that I was in a seat behind the driver's seat and to the right. It seems like a forgotten dream that has recurred a million forgotten times. I was trying to navigate the car, it was some kind of van actually at that point, while in traffic, with heavy rain, going down a steep, long hill that is vaguely familiar as I analyze that image still in my waking mind. Sometime later I was stopped and I think it was a car at that point, perhaps at the bottom of the hill.
Someone I knew from somewhere, perhaps in the place I had just left, walked by and said something that I don't remember.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/24/07 1:46 AM
It seems like a important detail that when I was trying to steer that van while seated in a rear seat, I could hardly see anything outside. All the side windows were blocked and I don't remember looking towards the rear of the van. Even the windshield was partially covered, leaving only a smaller clear area to see through.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 15 June 2009 excerpt ends]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boeing_AH-64_Apache
Boeing AH-64 Apache
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Boeing AH-64 Apache is a four-blade, twin-engine attack helicopter with a tailwheel-type landing gear arrangement, and a tandem cockpit for a two-man crew. Originally, the Apache started life as the Model 77 developed by Hughes Helicopters for the United States Army's Advanced Attack Helicopter program to replace the AH-1 Cobra, and was first flown on 30 September 1975. The AH-64 was introduced to U.S. Army service in April 1986.
The AH-64 Apache features a nose-mounted sensor suite for target acquisition and night vision systems. It is armed with a 30-millimeter (1.2 in) M230 Chain Gun carried between the main landing gear, under the aircraft's forward fuselage. It has four hardpoints mounted on stub-wing pylons, typically carrying a mixture of AGM-114 Hellfire missiles and Hydra 70 rocket pods. The AH-64 has a large amount of systems redundancy to improve combat survivability.
The U.S. Army selected the AH-64, by Hughes Helicopters, over the Bell YAH-63 in 1976, and later approved full production in 1982. McDonnell Douglas continued production and development after purchasing Hughes Helicopters from Summa Corporation in 1984. The first production AH-64D Apache Longbow, an upgraded version of the original Apache, was delivered to the Army in March 1997. Production has been continued by Boeing Defense, Space & Security; over 1,000 AH-64s have been produced to date.
The U.S. Army is the primary operator of the AH-64
Development
In the mid-1980s, McDonnell Douglas studied an improved "AH-64B" design with an updated cockpit, new fire control system and other upgrades. In 1988 funding was approved for a multi-stage upgrade program to improve sensor and weapon avionic systems and incorporate some digital systems. However, rapidly improving technology led to the upgrade program being canceled in favor of more ambitious changes. Development of the more advanced AH-64D Apache Longbow was approved by the Defense Acquisition Board in August 1990. The first AH-64D prototype flew on 15 April 1992, testing of the prototypes ended in April 1995. During the testing, six AH-64D helicopters were pitted against a numerically superior group of AH-64A helicopters; the results were that AH-64D has a seven times increase in survivability and four times increase in lethality compared to the AH-64A. On 13 October 1995 full-scale production of the Apache Longbow was approved, and a $1.9 billion five-year contract was signed in August 1996 to upgrade and rebuild 232 existing AH-64A Apaches. The first production AH-64D flew on 17 March 1997 and was delivered on 31 March.
Design
Overview
The AH-64 Apache has a four-blade main rotor and a four-blade tail rotor. The crew sits in tandem, with the pilot sitting behind and above the copilot/gunner. The AH-64 is powered by two General Electric T700 turboshaft engines with high-mounted exhausts on either side of the fuselage.
Avionics and targeting
One of the revolutionary features at the introduction of the Apache was its helmet mounted display, the Integrated Helmet and Display Sighting System (IHADSS); among other abilities the pilot or gunner can slave the helicopter's 30 mm automatic M230 Chain Gun to his helmet, making the gun track head movements to point at where he looks. The M230E1 can be alternatively fixed to a locked forward firing position, or controlled via the Target Acquisition and Designation System (TADS). The AH-64's standard of performance for aerial gunnery is to achieve at least one hit out of 30 shots fired at a wheeled vehicle 800–1200 m away.
The AH-64 is designed to endure front-line environments and to operate during the day or night and in adverse weather via its avionics and onboard sensor suites. These systems include the Target Acquisition and Designation System, Pilot Night Vision System (TADS/PNVS), passive infrared countermeasures, GPS, and the IHADSS.
Armaments and configurations
The AH-64 is adaptable to numerous different roles within its context as Close Combat Attack (CCA), it has a customizable weapons loadout mounted on stub-wings for the role desired. In addition to the 30-mm M230E1 Chain Gun, the Apache carries a range of external stores on its stub-wing pylons, typically a mixture of AGM-114 Hellfire anti-tank missiles, and Hydra 70 general-purpose unguided 70 mm (2.76 in) rockets.
Starting in the late 1980s, the Stinger and AIM-9 Sidewinder air-to-air missiles and the AGM-122 Sidearm anti-radiation missile were evaluated for use upon the AH-64.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_AH-1_Cobra
Bell AH-1 Cobra
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Bell AH-1 Cobra (company designation: Model 209) is a two-bladed, single engine attack helicopter manufactured by Bell Helicopter. It shares a common engine, transmission and rotor system with the older UH-1 Iroquois. The AH-1 is also referred to as the HueyCobra or Snake.
The AH-1 was the backbone of the United States Army's attack helicopter fleet, but has been replaced by the AH-64 Apache in Army service. Upgraded versions continue to fly with the militaries of several other nations. The AH-1 twin engine versions remain in service with United States Marine Corps (USMC) as the service's primary attack helicopter.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pinkfloyd/agreatdayforfreedom.html
PINK FLOYD
"A Great Day For Freedom"
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sat, May 27, 2006 6:24:22 PM
Subject: Re: Journal May 27, 2006
That day I remember getting into the middle of a swamp with snakes dropping out of trees all around me must be from some battle. They were everywhere. I had seen plenty of snakes in my day, usally lying right in front of my path, but this one day was just insane. This one place I used to go squirrel, down in this heavily wooded creek in a valley was just crazy with snakes, but the squirrel hunting was the best around. I figured that was probably why the hunting was so good, because no one wanted to get in there with the snakes. Anyway, there at the end of that really bad day, I had to cross over this submerged wooden bridge. I couldn't even see the bridge because the water was so dark. I could just see myself dropping through the bridge into the water below, where it was writhing with snakes. The snakes represent either, or both, AAA flak or missiles. Marginally, there is some symbolism with Sidewinders, but these were cottonmouths. Maybe that is the distinction, they were just as deadly as Sidewinders, but were a different type.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AIM-9_Sidewinder
AIM-9 Sidewinder
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The AIM-9 Sidewinder is a short-range air-to-air missile developed by the United States Navy in the 1950s. Entering service in 1956, variants and upgrades remain in active service with many air forces after five decades. The United States Air Force purchased the Sidewinder after the missile was developed by the United States Navy at China Lake, California.
The majority of Sidewinder variants utilize infrared homing for guidance; the AIM-9C variant used semi-active radar homing and served as the basis of the AGM-122 Sidearm anti-radar missile. The Sidewinder is the most widely used missile in the West, with more than 110,000 missiles produced for the U.S. and 27 other nations, of which perhaps one percent have been used in combat.
http://www.rulit.net/books/debt-of-honor-read-170444-210.html
RuLit
Tom Clancy [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Dept of Honor
"We just took a hit," the countermeasures officer said. "We just look a high-frequency hit, bearing unknown," he went on, looking at his instruments for additional data.
"Probably a scatter from us," the senior controller said, busy now with vectoring his fighters onto the still-inbound contacts.
"No, no, frequency wasn't right for that." The officer ran another instrument check, but there was nothing else to support the bad feeling that had just turned his arms cold.
"Engine-heat warning. Engine-heat warning," the voice was telling him because he'd ignored the visual display rather blatantly, the onboard computer thought.
"I know, honey," Richter replied.
Over the Nevada desert, he'd managed a zoom-climb to twenty-one thousand feet, so far beyond the normal flight envelope of a helicopter that it had actually frightened him, Richter remembered, but that had been in relatively warm air, and it was colder here. He blazed through twenty thousand feet, still with a respectable climb rate, just as the target changed course, turning away from him. It seemed to be orbiting at about three hundred knots, probably using one engine for propulsion and the other to generate power for its radar. He hadn't been briefed on it, but it seemed reasonable enough. What mattered was that he had seconds to get within range, but the huge turbofan engines on the converted airliner were inviting targets for his Stingers.
"Just in range, Sandy."
"Roger." His left hand selected missiles from his weapons panel. The side doors on the aircraft snapped open. Attached to each of them were three Stinger missiles. With his last vestige of control, he slued the aircraft around, flipped the cover off the trigger switch, and squeezed six times. All of the missiles blazed off their rails, arcing upwards toward the aircraft two miles away. With that, Richter eased way back on the throttles and nosed over, diving and cooling his abused engines, watching the ground while his backseater followed the progress of the missiles.
The first Stinger burned out and fell short. The remaining five did better, and though two of them lost power before reaching the target, four of them found it, three to the right engine and one to the left.
"Hits, multiple hits."
The E-767, at low speed, didn't have much of a chance. The Stingers had small warheads, hut the civilian-spec engines on the aircraft were poorly designed to deal with damage. Both immediately lost power, and the one that had actually been powering the aircraft came apart first. Fragments of turbine blades exploded through the safety casing and ripped into the right wing, severing the flight controls and destroying aerodynamic performance.
The converted airliner rolled immediately right, and did not recover, its flight crew surprised at the unannounced disaster and quite unable to deal with it. Half of the starboard wing separated from the aircraft almost at once, and on the ground, radar operators saw the alpha-numeric display marking the position of Kami-Two flip to the emergency setting of 7711 and then simply disappear.
"That's a hard kill, Sandy."
"Roger."
From 9/28/1991 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - the United States Navy USS Asheville SSN 758 commissioned into United States Navy active service as a scheduled criminal event & the National Civil Rights Museum Memphis Tennessee & the Seattle Art Museum "Hammering Man" incident & all Seattle Art Museum activity ) To 8/17/1994 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Tom Clancy "Debt of Honor" ) is 1054 days
From 11/2/1965 ( 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 9/21/1968 ( premiere US TV series "Adam-12" ) is 1054 days
From 3/13/1940 ( premiere US film "Wild Horse Valley" ) To 8/17/1994 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Tom Clancy "Debt of Honor" ) is 19880 days
19880 = 9940 + 9940
From 11/2/1965 ( 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 1/19/1993 ( in Asheville North Carolina as Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess I was seriously wounded by gunfire when I returned fatal gunfire to a fugitive from United States federal justice who was another criminal sent by Bill Gates-Nazi-Microsoft-George Bush the cowardly violent criminal in another attempt to kill me the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) is 9940 days
From 6/23/1935 ( premiere US film "Boom Days" ) To 1/19/1993 ( in Asheville North Carolina as Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess I was seriously wounded by gunfire when I returned fatal gunfire to a fugitive from United States federal justice who was another criminal sent by Bill Gates-Nazi-Microsoft-George Bush the cowardly violent criminal in another attempt to kill me the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) is 21030 days
21030 = 10515 + 10515
From 11/2/1965 ( 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 8/17/1994 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Tom Clancy "Debt of Honor" ) is 10515 days
From 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 then as Chief Deputy United States Marshal and the active duty commissioned officer of the United States Marine Corps - and the other Lockheed 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 and fatally disable our aircraft ) To 8/17/1994 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Tom Clancy "Debt of Honor" ) is 51 days
From 11/2/1965 ( 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 12/23/1965 ( premiere US TV series episode "Death Valley Days"::"Dry Water Sailors" ) is 51 days
From 9/2/1936 ( premiere US film "Dick Tracy's G-Men" ) To 8/17/1994 ( RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 - Tom Clancy "Debt of Honor" ) is 21168 days
21168 = 10584 + 10584
From 11/2/1965 ( 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 10/25/1994 ( Susan Smith kills her two children and dumps them in her car in the John D. Long Lake near Union South Carolina ) is 10584 days
[ See also: Posted by H.V.O.M at 11:37 AM Friday, February 10, 2012 ]
http://www.nytimes.com/1994/08/22/business/media-business-autumn-nears-publishers-brace-for-glut-big-name-titles.html
THE MEDIA BUSINESS; As Autumn Nears, Publishers Brace for a Glut of Big-Name Titles
By SARAH LYALL
Published: Monday, August 22, 1994
August is a slow and languorous month for publishing. Employees go on vacation, new books are released in a trickle and most companies in New York close at lunchtime every Friday so the editors can head for the Hamptons.
But this is the calm before the storm, because publishers are actually resting up for the big fall season. Autumn for publishing is like summer is for Hollywood: it is the time when many of the year's splashiest titles are released, bookstores are full of customers and everyone in the industry hopes to find a hit that will carry through until Christmas.
The months between September and December are always crowded with new books by big authors, and this year, booksellers and publishers say, the season looks to be particularly full. A Flood of Titles
The rush has already started with Tom Clancy, whose latest book, "Debt of Honor," has been shipped by its publisher, G. P. Putnam's Sons. The enormous first printing of two million copies began reaching stores Wednesday.
http://www.chron.com/CDA/archives/archive.mpl?id=1994_1219067
Snippets
Staff, wire reports
MON 08/08/1994
HOUSTON CHRONICLE
Another Clancy tale
If the ground rumbles Aug. 17, it may be because an estimated 2 million copies of Tom Clancy's new yarn, "Debt of Honor" (Putnam), are scheduled to be laid down in stores.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 2006
Last Modified: 5/31/06 8:35 pm
there's a scar on my left hand that I have been wondering about but I don't feel like writing about. I remember it was after having to walk home through a bad neighborhood. I remember it was a nasty wound, bled a lot, something about nasty bandages. At first I thought it might be a bullet scar, but then I thought maybe someone had jammed a philips screwdriver between my knuckles. But there is no exit scar so I'm not sure what it means. Perhaps what ever did it didn't go down through my hand, rather went into my hand, towards my wrist and didn't exit. The oblong nature of the scar would support that possibility. It doesn't hurt though.
There is also a scar on the side of my right wrist that I remember from when I was in a day care center and was burned when some hot apple pie fell onto my hand.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Opera 2006
Raid On The Sun
Looks like an interesting book. Judging by all the people trying to look at the book cover as I was walking by them, there must be a great deal of interest in the topic.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Opera 2006
At some point last night, either as I was about to go to sleep or while I was asleep, a message popped into my head that I was the only one to have an air-to-air kill on this strike.
"The leader Raz held the speed steady at 360 knots"
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Opera 2006
I am wondering again about that thought of me having an air-to-air kill during this operation and I ran out of gas because I engaged another fighter.
"He was not due to break radio silence and check in with Command until the 38-degree-longitude point, about one-quarter the distance to Baghdad, another twenty minutes. Then he would break silence only long enough to utter the code word 'Moscow,' indicating "so far, so good."
I am eager to finish this book. But I am having a lot of trouble concentrating.
I read about one sentence and then my mind drifts off for about 2 minutes. Now it'll be 3 minutes as I know people will start watching me reading.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Opera 2006
"As Raz had struggled to modify his approach, he saw Yadlin cut in beneath him. Not a bad move, he thought. He pulled all the way back on the stick, angling the F-16 backward and, finally, all the way over, executing a maneuver pilots called an "overturn," an incredible, circuslike loop-de-loop in which his F-16 turned full circle like a Ferris wheel. Raz came swooping down on the dome at a perfect angle."
"Nothing was said about Raz missing the navigation. Neither Raz nor Yadlin mentioned that Yadlin had cut in beneath Raz, or the fact that the first two bombs had been dropped by the number two flier. Unmentioned also was Raz's astounding 360-degree backflip over the target, under enemy fire, and then dropping both two-thousand-pounders with 100 percent accuracy."
This explains those recurring dreams I was having a while back. I can't remember when I was having them, seems like it has been during this period of captivity while I was homeless. The recurring element in those dreams was that I was in a pickup, one time in a Jeep, and the vehicle was going backwards. I couldn't get it to start moving forward again. A very disturbing dream. Seems like I wrote in my sleep journal about the last one. Something about me in my red Ford spinning my wheels as I approached a cliff.
As for the ambidextrous theory, I started thinking again about this scar I have on the side of my right wrist. I have been wondering if that is actually a bullet wound and not the burning apple pie I remember while in a day care center. I wonder if that wound caused some nerve damage that affects my dexterity. I am also wondering if that is one of five bullet wounds. There are two right next to each other that I wonder if are separate wounds or if they are entry and exit scars.
Now I understand why Bill Latimer [ the "Peter Griffin" look-alike from "Family Guy" ] was talking one day at Microsoft about the nature of how an orbiting space craft reenters the atmosphere. He pointed out to someone that I knew what he was talking about. The craft, with the engine pointing in the direction of travel executes a burn which slows the craft down which in turn causes the Earth's gravity to capture it.
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http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stick
Dictionary.com
stick
Slang Dictionary
stick definition
the lever that controls the horizontal and vertical surfaces of the tail of an aircraft.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 8, 2006
When I was examining the scar on my right wrist, I suddenly remembered my physics teacher asking me if my wrist was broken. He told me something about how his wrist, or maybe it was his hand, looking similar to mine after he was bitten by a snake
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 29, 2006
Is the scar on my right wrist from a rattlesnake bite?
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 10:58:55 AM
Subject: I've been thinking a lot about this song lately
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handle_With_Care_%28song%29
"Handle With Care" is a song from the Traveling Wilburys 1988 album, Traveling Wilburys Vol. 1. Writing credits are shared by all five band members, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty, and Bob Dylan.
Been beat up and battered round
Been sent up, and Ive been shot down
Youre the best thing that Ive ever found
Handle me with care
Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, youre adorable
Handle me with care
(chorus)
Im so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care
(bridge)
Everybodys got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on
Ive been fobbed off, and Ive been fooled
Ive been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care
Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care
(chorus)
(bridge)
Ive been uptight and made a mess
But Ill clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care
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At the beginning of the dream, which I can still visualize to a certain degree, there was something about a cobra snake, as though I had caught one with my hand just before jumping in the water and I am convinced now that what I was seeing in that sleeping dream was not the water surface but the flat land of a desert which had a few hills and mountains scattered around. In my sleeping mind I lost a certain context to those details and I would have been seeing a desert while at a certain altitude in the sky and of which I have no conscious memory in my head that is consistent with such details.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 09/03/09 4:34 AM
This reminds me of a dream I awoke a few hours ago. I remember glancing at the clock and it read 10:02 PM but that clock is 2 minutes faster than the time on the internet-connected computer so that means the correct time was probably exactly 10 PM. The dream started off that I was with a group of people in a jungle. I think one of them said something about a drought but I don't now remember what he said to his wife and after I thought about it after waking up I wondered if there had actually been a flood and we were stuck on the high ground with no where to go but in the water. So that guy who said something did jump in the water and then his wife did and then their young son. I followed them and I could see land far off in the distance that we were swimming towards. The first person was well ahead of us and I could see myself and I seemed to be fully clothed and perhaps in U.S. military gear because I think that I could see gloves on my hands similar to what a pilot wears and I saw that I was getting into a routine of long-distance swimming. The woman and her son seemed to be near by and to my right side. I noticed something up ahead in the water and for some reason that is not obvious in the dream, I decided that was hippotamus near the surface of the water but it was far enough away that it probably wouldn't bother us. But then some time later another one surfaced near by and it was definitely too close. It started coming after us and I told the woman to swim away from me and we slit up and I was going in a direction towards land that was about 45 degrees or less from the original direction we were heading. Whe I told her to split off from me, I was looking to see that the hippo was swimming very close behind me and then I quickly turned as I was swimming so that I turned around behind the hippo. That seems to be when I made a full circle or almost full circle and so that I was swimming in a direction about 45 degrees or maybe about 35 degrees to the right of our original heading. After some time in the dream I looked back and the hippo had caught up with me again and was gaining ground on me. I could see land up ahead in the distance but there was no way I was going to make. The dream seems to have ended there and that was when I woke up and got up out of bed although I did go back to sleep for a few more hours.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikoyan_MiG-29
Mikoyan MiG-29
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Mikoyan MiG-29 (NATO reporting name: "Fulcrum") is a fourth-generation jet fighter aircraft designed in the Soviet Union. Developed by the Mikoyan design bureau as an air superiority fighter during the 1970s, the MiG-29, along with the larger Sukhoi Su-27, was developed to counter new American fighters such as the McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle, and the General Dynamics F-16 Fighting Falcon.
Operational history
The Soviet Union exported MiG-29s to several countries. Because 4th-generation fighter jets require the pilots to have extensive training, air-defense infrastructure, and constant maintenance and upgrades, MiG-29s have had mixed operational history with different air forces.
Iraq
Iraq received a number of MiG-29 fighters, and used MiG-29s to engage Iranian equivalent opponents like F-14, F-4 and F-5 during the later stages of the Iran-Iraq War. In addition to MiG-29s, the Iraqi Air Force used Soviet-made fighters such as the MiG-21, MiG-23, MiG-25, Su-22, Su-24, Su-25, MiG-27, bombers such as the Soviet-made Tu-22, and other multi-role aircraft
http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/f/few-good-men-script-transcript.html
A Few Good Men [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
They ran around
looking for something white to wave.
Some of them surrendered
to a crew from CNN.
Walk softly and carry an armoured
tank division, I always say.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aircraft_recognition
Aircraft recognition
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Aircraft recognition is a visual skill taught to military personnel
Aircraft recognition generally depends on learning the external appearance of the aircraft, both friendly and hostile, most likely to be encountered.
http://www.deseretnews.com/article/148399/RADAR-RAVEN-MAY-GET-CREDIT-FOR-1ST-AIR-KILL-OF-THE-GULF-WAR.html
Deseret News
RADAR RAVEN MAY GET CREDIT FOR 1ST AIR KILL OF THE GULF WAR
Published: Friday, Feb. 22 1991 12:00 a.m. MST
The electronics-jamming EF-111A Raven is not a combat plane. But a Raven that lured an Iraqi fighter into a death trap may be credited with the first air kill of the war.
The U.S. Air Force is investigating whether the two-man crew of the EF-111A will go down in history for destroying an Iraqi F-1 Mirage minutes after the war began on Jan. 17.Capt. Brent D. Brandon, 30, of Houston, the plane's electronic warfare officer, said the Iraqi fighter rolled in a mile or so behind the EF-111A near an airfield in western Iraq and fired a missile directly at its clear canopy.
"I actually saw the missile snaking," Brandon said Thursday.
The American jet immediately dove to within a few hundred feet of the ground and released chaff and decoy flares to try to divert the heat-seeking missile from its engines.
At the same time, the pilot, Capt. Jim Denton, accelerated toward the speed of sound and made a hard right banking turn, Brandon said.
The Iraqi fighter couldn't match the maneuver.
"And that's when we see the fireball behind us ... as the guy hit the ground," Brandon said.
Those early morning hours of Jan. 17 are etched in Brandon's memory.
http://www.cswap.com/1996/Independence_Day/cap/en/2_Parts/a/01_04
Independence Day [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
1:05:19
Hope you got an airbag!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 12:23 PM Monday, August 14, 2006
Scars
Lately I have also started to understand that scars on my body are not what I remember.
There is the scar on my hand that I used to think was from scraping it on concrete one night when I was drunk and could not drive so I had to go through a bad neighborhood while walking to my apartment 7 miles away from the bar I had been at. I have started thinking that the reality is that I was tortured as a POW and the scar is from someone using a power drill on my hand.
The scar on my right wrist isn't the burn I recieved from someone dropping hot apple pie on it when I was a kid in a day care center, rather...I'm not really sure what it is. I have been thinking it is a shrapnel wound from anti-aircraft artillery. When I think of this I think of two scenes from two movies. One is that scene in "Memphis Belle" where the tomato soup container explodes and they wonder who was hit.
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http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/fulcrum
Dictionary.com
fulcrum
Medical Dictionary
The point or support on which a lever pivots.
An anatomical structure that acts as a hinge or a point of support.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/duranduran/rio.html
DURAN DURAN LYRICS
"Rio"
Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right you catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special and you look like you're the best
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
I've seen you on the beach and I've seen you on TV
Two of a billion stars it means so much to me
Like a birthday or a pretty view
But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you
Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
Hey now woo look at that did she nearly run you down
At the end of the drive the lawmen arrive
You make me feel alive, alive alive
http://science.howstuffworks.com/apache-helicopter4.htm
howstuffworks
How Apache Helicopters Work
by Tom Harris
Apache Controls
The Apache cockpit is divided into two sections, one directly behind the other. The pilot sits in the rear section, and the co-pilot/gunner sits in the front section. As you might expect, the pilot maneuvers the helicopter and the gunner aims and fires the weapons. Both sections of the cockpit include flight and firing controls in case one pilot needs to take over full operation.
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/battlestar
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/battlestar/season1/galactica-102.htm
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
1X02 - WATER
Original Airdate: January 14, 2005 (USA)
Helo: Never send a pilot to do an E.C.O.'s job.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092099/quotes
IMDb
Top Gun (1986) [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Quotes
Goose: Come on, Mav, do some of that pilot shit!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fulcrum_(drumming)
Fulcrum (drumming)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Fulcrum is a drumming term. Traditionally, the fulcrum is said to denote the part of a percussionist's grip that is the main lever for the drumstick/mallet to rotate. This is usually created by the thumb + index finger, the thumb + middle finger, or a combination of the index, middle, and thumb.
This definition of the fulcrum is only correct if the sticks/mallets pivot only about that exact point - usually they do not. To more accurately describe the mechanics of drumming one must define multiple fulcrums within a 'system of levers'.
Fulcrum and lever definitions
Fingers
If one consciously locks their wrist, elbow, and shoulder so that they remain stationary, the only degree of freedom left to move the stick is the finger lever. The fulcrum, or point of rotation, will be located approximately where the pad of the thumb meets the stick. The thumb acts as the fulcrum while the other 4 fingers can apply mechanical forces to the stick.
Wrist
If one then locks the fingers in place by placing a tight grip on the stick the only way to raise and lower the stick is by rotating the wrist. The point of rotation is now somewhere in the middle of the wrist.
1991 film "Flight of the Intruder" DVD video:
00:48:43
US Navy Lieutenant Commander Virgil 'Tiger' Cole - USS Independence CV 62 US Navy A-6 Intruder bombardier navigator: They either have to shut off and lose the missile or eat the Shrike. Even if they do shut off, sometimes the Shrike remembers where they're at. Mean bastards, eh?
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https://tualatindrumlessons.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/hand1.jpg
http://www.azlyrics.com/p/pinkfloyd.html
AZ
PINK FLOYD
album: "The Division Bell" (1994)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pinkfloyd/agreatdayforfreedom.html
AZ
PINK FLOYD
"A Great Day For Freedom"
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you
Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0448157/quotes
IMDb
Hancock (2008)
Quotes
Hancock: Gotta wonder, though. What kind of bastard must I have been, that nobody was there to claim me? I mean, I'm... I'm not the most charming guy in the world, so I've been told, but... nobody?
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: L1 - The Homestead [mailto:L1.homestead@riverstoneres.com]
Sent: Tuesday, August 27, 2013 2:07 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Move date
Hi Kerry!
I received your email yesterday but it has been so busy that I haven't had a chance to read through it. I will keep working on it through the week :)
The person who is currently in B-304 only had a 3 month lease but they were hoping to extend it a little further into September for employment reasons. Would you be okay with moving your move date back a few days to September 27th? If not this person is okay with leaving early, it would just be ideal for them to stay that extra little bit.
Again either way is fine with us we just wanted to at least run it by you.
Thanks Kerry!
Desiree Vick
Leasing Consultant
l1.homestead@riverstoneres.com
509.928.3428 OFFICE
509.443.5871 FAX
The Homestead Apartments
15720 E 4th Ave
Spokane Valley, WA 99037
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Wednesday, September 4, 2013 2:16 PM
To: L1 - The Homestead
Subject: Re: Low priority - background information
Yeah, the facts are impossible to ignore.
You just can't tell you you can read through some of the reports I have generated and still call it coincidence.
There is just no way any reasonable person could read those reports and just brush it off as coincidence.
I had to endure being drugged up at those hospitals just to make it through this far.
Well, nothing new to report on the move. I have met all my lease obligations at Crown Pointe and I am really looking forward to moving away from here. The spiders are just really getting to me. I don't have much furniture to begin with and I am dumping everything to move out to Spokane Valley. I am bringing nothing but a couple of computers to put into storage. Nothing from here goes into my next apartment. That's the reason I have been wanting a brand new apartment, ever since I first read about The Homestead. Four years here is enough. I cleaned the patio a few days ago and the spiders are already overtaking the area again. The laundry room is also very creepy, sitting there seeing them drop from the ceiling. Often I find myself walking through spider webs just walking through the hallway outside my apartment. There's a big spider web on the front door of the building. The garbage hut floor is covered in what seems to be black mold and everybody who walks in there tracks it right back out, if they are brave enough to endure the garbage heaped on the floor of the common building and the stinging bugs flying around. I mentioned how the key code for the garbage compactor was suspicious also and that happened about a year after I moved in here.
Some days are better than others but most days are not and today is not so great.
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2008 film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" DVD video:
00:44:53
Dr. Helen Benson [telephone]: Hello?
Transit police officer: Dr. Helen Benson?
Dr. Helen Benson: Yes.
Transit police officer: I'm calling from Newark Penn Station. We've got your patient here.
Dr. Helen Benson: Oh. Um, sorry. I think there's been a mistake. Um, I'm not that kind of doctor.
Transit police officer: Hold - hold on for a second. He says you got his medicine.
00:45:22
Dr. Helen Benson: Excuse me! Excuse me. I'm sorry. Somebody called me. My name's Dr. Benson.
Transit police officer: Good. He's over there. He's your problem now. Go ahead, take him. He's your problem.
2008 film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" DVD video:
00:33:16
Dr. Helen Benson: Do you have a name?
Klaatu: Klaatu.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: Do you represent a civilization?
Klaatu: I represent a group of civilizations.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: Where is this group of civilizations?
Klaatu: All around you.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: What is your purpose in coming here?
Klaatu: There is a gathering of world leaders not far from here. I will explain my purpose to them.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: I'm afraid that's not possible. Perhaps you should explain yourself to me instead.
2008 film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" DVD video:
00:36:15
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: We're going to transport you to a different facility for better medical care.
Klaatu: No, you are not.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: Excuse me?
2008 film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" DVD video:
00:34:17
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: We've decided to sedate him and move him to a more secure location.
Dr. Helen Benson: Are you going to interrogate him?
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: That's a possibility.
Michael Grainer: Madam Secretary, as scientists, we can't consent to this.
Dr. Ikegawa: He says he wants to speak to the U.N.
Regina Jackson - United States of America Secretary of Defense: History has lessons to teach us about first encounters between civilizations. As rule, the less-advanced civilization is either exterminated or enslaved. I'm thinking of Pizarro and the Incas, Columbus and the Native Americans, and the list goes on. Unfortunately, in this case the less-advanced civilization is us.
2008 film "The Day the Earth Stood Still" DVD video:
01:26:27
Dr. Helen Benson: Is that how it ends?
Klaatu: Yes.
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 01:28 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 23 April 2016
