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That all makes perfect sense to me now, back then.
People wanted me (the original Kerry Burgess) to be smarter.
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-stand-1978.html ]
http://www.amazon.com/The-Stand-Stephen-King/dp/0385121687/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top/181-3029201-4209261
amazon
The Stand Hardcover – October 3, 1978
by Stephen King (Author)
Product Details
Hardcover: 823 pages
Publisher: Doubleday; 1st edition (October 3, 1978)
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/80261/King_-_The_Stand.html
Stephen King
The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition
Chapter 1
“Better turn off your pumps, Hap,” Stu said mildly.
“The pumps? What?”
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/20/2006 11:49 PM
This is weird. It doesn’t work out exactly but it is certainly close. I have been wondering about these values. On a work history document I got from the SSA, it states that my income in 1981 was 1053.00 and for 1982 it was 1693. That was from when I worked for Donald Mills at Mills Store.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 20 October 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/25/2006 4:17 PM
That would make sense that I was playing Santa Claus for those two years at Mills Store. It would represent that I was twice involved in trying to get the Tehran POW’s back home. And there is also that symbolism I wrote of about Donald Mills being the mayor of Wilton and me having three jobs during that one summer, sometimes working all three in the same day. Donald was newly elected as the mayor of the City of Wilton and he me put in charge as the foreman of a work program for the City where we were fixing potholes in the city streets.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 25 November 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/15/07 7:59 AM
Strange notion about how I regard my "memories" of the life of Kerry Burgess. First, I don't care so much about writing again of the "memories" I have written over the past few years. There is also a collection of "memories" that I don't feel like writing about again either because I have a theory about what those represent in real life and at this point, it will only be an exercise in trying to guess what those "memories" actually represent. What I do feel interested in is thinking about all those trivial details I wrote of. For example, why would I "remember" simply walking somewhere? Why would I "remember" taking a bath? I don't find myself "remembering" as much as that as I would like to, but I think it is something I am going to have to concentrate on a lot. Why do I have so many "memories" of mowing the grass at our house on Hicks Road and at Mills Store? Why do I "remember" those barrels we burned trash in at Mills Store and how the bottom of the barrel would rust out after a while, maybe a year or so. Why do I "remember" being on that tall ladder with spray paint cans as Donald Mills asked me to paint over a sign that advertised a brand of gasoline that he didn't sell anymore? Why do I "remember" all those times of talking to that police officer Donald Mills hired for the city and how the police car was a piece of junk and I had to tow it to the shop in Donald's pickup. Why do I "remember" when Donald Mills fired that police officer for some reason and I had to drive him home.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 15 January 2007 excerpt ends]
http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/80261/King_-_The_Stand.html
Stephen King
The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition
Chapter 65
His thoughts chased each other like weasels in the dark.
Things were getting just a trifle flaky around the edges. He didn’t like it.
Lauder, for instance. There was Lauder.
He had performed so excellently, like one of those little wind-up toys with a key sticking out of its back. Go here. Go there. Do this. Do that. But the dynamite bomb had only gotten two of them—all that planning, all that effort spoiled by that dying old nigger woman’s return. And then… after Harold had been disposed of… he had nearly killed Nadine! He still felt a burst of amazed anger when he thought about it. And the dumb cunt had stood there with her mouth hanging open, waiting for him to do it again, almost as if she wanted to be killed. And who was going to end up with all this, if Nadine died?
Who, if not his son?
The rabbit was done. He slipped it off the spit and onto his tin plate.
“All right, all you asshole gyrenes, chow down!”
That made him grin right out loud. Had he been a Marine once? He thought so. Strictly the Parris Island variety, though. There had been a kid, a defective, name of Boo Dinkway. They had…
What?
Flagg frowned down at his messkit. Had they beaten ole Boo into the ground with those padded poles? Scragged him somehow? He seemed to remember something about gasoline. But what?
In a sudden rage, he almost slung the freshly cooked rabbit into the fire. He should be able to remember that, goddammit!
“Chow down, grunts,” he whispered, but this time there was only a whiff of memory lane.
He was losing himself. Once he had been able to look back over the sixties, seventies, and eighties like a man looking down a double flight of stairs leading into a darkened room. Now he could only clearly remember the events since the superflu. Beyond that there was nothing but a haze that would sometimes lift a tiny bit, just enough to afford a glimpse of some enigmatic object or memory (Boo Dinkway, for instance… if there ever had been such a person) before closing down again.
The earliest memory he could now be sure of was of walking south on US 51, heading toward Mountain City and the home of Kit Bradenton.
Of being born. Born again.
He was no longer strictly a man, if he had ever been one. He was like an onion, slowly peeling away one layer at a time, only it was the trappings of humanity that seemed to be peeling away: organized reflection, memory, possibly even free will… if there ever had been such a thing.
He began to eat the rabbit.
Once, he was quite sure, he would have done a quick fade when things began to get flaky. Not this time. This was his place, his time, and he would take his stand here. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t yet been able to uncover the third spy, or that Harold had gotten out of control at the end and had had the colossal effrontery to try to kill the bride who had been promised, the mother of his son.
Somewhere that strange Trashcan Man was in the desert, sniffing out the weapons which would eradicate the troublesome, worrisome Free Zone forever. His Eye could not follow the Trashcan Man, and in some ways Flagg thought that Trash was stranger than he was himself, a kind of human bloodhound who sniffed cordite and napalm and gelignite with deadly radar accuracy.
In a month or less, the National Guard jets would be flying, with a full complement of Shrike missiles tucked under their wings. And when he was sure that the bride had conceived, they would fly east.
He looked dreamily up at the basketball moon and smiled.
There was one other possibility. He thought the Eye would show him, in time. He might go there, possibly as a crow, possibly as a wolf, possibly as an insect—a praying mantis, perhaps, something small enough to squirm through a carefully concealed vent cap in the middle of a spiky patch of desert grass. He would hop or crawl through dark conduits and finally slip through an air conditioner grille or a stilled exhaust fan.
The place was underground. Just over the border and into California.
There were beakers there, rows and rows of beakers, each with its own neat Dymo tape identifying it: a super cholera, a super anthrax, a new and improved version of the bubonic plague, all of them based on the shifting-antigen ability that had made the superflu so almost universally deadly. There were hundreds of them in this place; assorted flavors, as they used to say in the Life Savers commercials.
How about a little in your water, Free Zone?
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http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/58.htm
The Paradise Syndrome [ Star Trek: The Original Series ]
Stardate: 4842.6
Original Airdate: Oct 4, 1968
MIRAMANEE: If we don't go now, it will be too late. You must go inside the temple and make the blue flame come out.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 1:41 AM Sunday, February 19, 2012
1994 television miniseries "The Stand" DVD video:
00:10:05
Charlie Campion:
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 19 February 2012 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 1:41 AM Sunday, February 19, 2012
[ laughing briefly ] You can't outrun the dark man.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 19 February 2012 excerpt ends]
http://www.tv.com/shows/ncis-new-orleans/collateral-damage-3367426/
tv.com
NCIS: New Orleans Season 2 Episode 21
Collateral Damage
Aired Tuesday 9:00 PM Apr 19, 2016 on CBS
The team is asked to breach standard protocol for an investigation after a Navy lieutenant is murdered during a covert visit to a general's hotel room.
AIRED: 4/19/16
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=ncis-new-orleans-2014&episode=s02e21
Springfield! Springfield!
NCIS New Orleans
Collateral Damage
1 (soft jazz playing) Remember the last time You had promised me the world Remember how you said That I'm your only girl Well, maybe the next time I'll see that you were a A liar and a cheat Just forget it (elevator bell dings) What was I thinking Ooh Forget all the times that you said It was all my fault Remember how nothing was ever good I swear I gave it my all (door opens) But maybe the next time you'll see When you're with a a girl that ain't me You'll regret it And be thinking What I gotta do Sorry.
I Forgot my key.
The last time you asked We have to stop meeting here.
No one saw me.
I was careful.
Remember how you said I ordered wine.
It's in here.
Thank God.
Not the same kind as last time, right? That finish was a little bitter.
Well, you're learning.
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=ncis-new-orleans-2014&episode=s02e21
Springfield! Springfield!
NCIS New Orleans
Collateral Damage
(phone ringing) (sputters) Special Agent Pride.
MAN: Dwayne.
Hey.
I'm sorry to wake you, man.
It's, uh, it's Samuel.
Nilsen.
Sam.
Wow, it's been years.
What-what time is it? It's late.
I'm, uh, I'm in New Orleans.
I got a situation.
Could use your help.
A Navy sailor died about an hour ago.
Unclear if it's foul play.
I didn't get a call.
I'm the first one on scene.
Before NOPD? There are some complicating factors at play here.
I'm at the, uh, Hotel Monteleone.
Why don't you come meet me, I'll fill you in? What you're asking me to do is against protocol, Sam.
Dwayne, come on, man, it's me.
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=19921014&slug=1518564
The Seattle Times
Wednesday, October 14, 1992
Quayle, Gore Set Themes For Last Weeks -- Stockdale Never Answers Own Query: `Why Am I Here?'
Times News Services
It may be remembered more for its furious, even nasty partisanship than for any impact it might have on the outcome of 1992 presidential election.
But yesterday's clash of the running mates did reveal that the campaigns have decided on lines of attack for the next three weeks: President Bush against Bill Clinton's character and tax policies; Clinton against Bush's economic record; and Ross Perot against Washington politicians and their deficit.
In yesterday's debate, Vice President Dan Quayle and Sen. Al Gore Jr. of Tennessee did a better job articulating their campaigns' basic messages than President Bush and Arkansas Gov. Clinton did in Sunday's low-energy affair.
In the crossfire, retired Vice Adm. James Stockdale often seemed lost - a civilian who had wandered into a private war.
The succession of sharp clashes between Quayle and Gore over taxes, trust and character gave this debate a much rougher edge than the decorous first encounter between the presidential contenders. But traditionally, the vice-presidential debates have only minimally affected the outcome of presidential campaigns.
An ABC poll taken immediately after the debate showed Clinton leading Bush 47 percent to 38 percent, with Perot trailing at 12 percent. Those figures were virtually unchanged from a poll completed before the debate.
If yesterday's debate has any impact, some observers said, it may be to diminish the momentum Perot generated Sunday.
Although Stockdale's earthy directness occasionally echoed Perot's own success at knifing through his opponents' stilted political rhetoric, more often he appeared uncertain and overmatched; for long stretches in the free-form debate he disappeared entirely. Stockdale, a senior research fellow at the conservative Hoover Institution at Stanford University, never seemed to entirely answer the question he posed at the outset: "Why am I here?"
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=ncis-new-orleans-2014&episode=s02e21
Springfield! Springfield!
NCIS New Orleans
Collateral Damage
Colonel Samuel Nilsen.
Special Agents Lasalle, Brody, How you doing? medical examiner Doc Wade.
Hi.
Welcome.
Can we speak privately? Sure.
Excuse us.
I wasn't expecting an entourage.
Team comes to every scene.
You know that.
NCIS policy.
Mine, too.
Yeah, well, the situation is sensitive.
I thought I explained that.
All you told me is that a sailor's dead, making this my jurisdiction.
(sighs) Now, I assume, since you called me, this sensitive situation involves your boss, General Matthews.
He had nothing to do with the sailor's death, but he was there.
Look, I know you got to investigate.
But the general's been nominated to a post in Homeland.
Now, there's a lot eyes on him.
We're trying to avoid scandal.
What are you asking me, Sam? Just a little discretion, is all.
I mean, your team, your agents they kind of stand out.
We'll be discreet.
But my team is non-negotiable.
And I expect full cooperation.
Absolutely.
We good, King? Yeah.
Yeah, but, uh hats and jackets off.
http://www.chakoteya.net/movies/movie1.html
Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)
McCOY: Spock, are you saying that you've found, what you needed, but V'Ger hasn't?
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 11:25 PM Sunday, December 27, 2009
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambush
Ambush
An ambush is a long-established military tactic, in which the aggressors (the ambushing force) use concealment to attack a passing enemy. Ambushers strike from concealed positions, such as among dense underbrush or behind hilltops. Ambushes have been used consistently throughout history, from ancient to modern warfare. An ambush predator is an animal which uses similar tactics to capture prey, without the difficulty and wasted energy of a chase.
During ancient warfare, an ambush often might involve thousands of soldiers on a large scale, such as over a mountain pass. Ambushes appear many times in military history. One outstanding example from ancient times is the Battle of the Trebia river. Hannibal encamped within striking distance of the Romans with the trebia River between them, and placed a strong force of cavalry and infantry in concealment, near the battle zone. He had noticed, says Polybius, a “place between the two camps, flat indeed and treeless, but well adapted for an ambuscade, as it was traversed by a water-course with steep banks, densely overgrown with brambles and other thorny plants, and here he proposed to lay a stratagem to surprise the enemy”. When the Roman infantry became entangled in combat with his army, the hidden ambush force attacked the legionnaires in the rear. The result was slaughter and defeat for the Romans. Nevertheless the battle also displays the effects
of good tactical discipline on the part of the ambushed force. Although most of the legions were lost, about 10,000 Romans cut their way through to safety, maintaining unit cohesion. This ability to maintain discipline and break out or maneuver away from a killing zone is a hallmark of good troops and training in any ambush situation.
Planning
Ambushes are complex, multi-phase operations, and are, therefore, usually planned in some detail. First, a suitable “killing zone” is identified. This is the place where the ambush will be laid. It's generally a place where enemy units are expected to pass, and which gives reasonable cover for the deployment, execution, and extraction phases of the ambush patrol. A path along a wooded valley floor would be a typical example.
Ambush can be described geometrically as:
Linear, when a number of firing units are equally distant from the linear kill zone.
L-shaped, when a short leg of firing units are placed to enfilade the sides of the linear kill zone.
V-shaped, when the firing units are distant from the kill zone at the end where the enemy enters, so the firing units lay down bands of intersecting and interlocking fire. This ambush is normally triggered only when the enemy is well into the kill zone. The intersecting bands of fire prevent any attempt of moving out of the kill zone.
Preparation
To be successful, an ambush patrol must deploy into the area covertly, ideally under the cover of darkness. The patrol will establish secure and covert positions overlooking the killing zone. Usually, two or more “cut-off” groups will be sent out a short distance from the main ambushing group, into similarly covert positions. Their job is twofold; first, to give the ambush commander early warning of the approaching enemy, and second, when the ambush is initiated, to prevent any enemies from escaping. Another group will cover the front and rear of the ambush position (blocking force), and thus provide all round defence.
Care must be taken by the ambush commander to ensure that fire from any weapon cannot inadvertently hit any other friendly unit (this is known as crossfire).
Waiting
Having set up the ambush, the next phase is to wait. This could be for a few hours, or a few days, depending on the tactical and supply situation. It is obviously much harder for an ambush patrol to remain covert and alert if sentry rosters, shelter, sleeping, sanitary arrangements, food and water, have to be considered; so this should be done in a patrol harbour, away from the site chosen for the ambush. Ambush patrols will almost always have to be self-sufficient, as re-supply would not be possible without compromising their position.
Execution
If time has allowed for it, the ambush force will have prepared their exit; for example, placing land mines to cover their retreat, with the members of the force making, and following, a safe route through the mines. If possible, a subsidiary ambush may be planned along the exit route to catch pursuing troops, and, if available, the egress may be covered by mortar or artillery fire.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 27 December 2009 excerpt ends]
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 03:21 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 22 June 2016
