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Cast Away (2000)
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Stan: We buried you. There was a coffin, a gravestone... the whole thing.
Chuck Noland: I had a coffin?
[Stan nods]
Chuck Noland: Well what was in it?
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 3:02 PM Pacific Time Seattle USA Wednesday 17 April 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/04/boston-marathon.html
From 1/4/1948 ( Naomi A. ) To 4/18/2000 ( Robert Yates arrested by police in Spokane Washington State ) is 19098 days
19098 = 9549 + 9549
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 12/25/1991 ( as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) is 9549 days
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 3:02 PM Pacific Time Seattle USA Wednesday 17 April 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/04/boston-marathon.html
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20000420&slug=4016540
The Seattle Times
Thursday, April 20, 2000
Father of 5 tied to serial deaths
By Kim Barker, Mike Carter
Seattle Times staff reporter
SPOKANE - The killer was viewed as a monster, as a shadow man who murdered prostitutes and dumped them in out-of-the-way places like Hangman Valley.
But Robert Lee Yates Jr. is a husband of almost 24 years. He is a father of five who has never been convicted of a felony. He is a 47-year-old, slightly balding man who combs his hair from right to left and lives in a split-level home that has a basketball hoop.
Now he's been charged with first-degree murder, suspected of killing Jennifer Joseph, a 16-year-old girl who worked as a prostitute. The evidence is small but damning: A mother-of-pearl button. Bloodstains on the seat-belt buckle of his Corvette. Carpet fibers. DNA.
By the end of yesterday, the Spokane Homicide Task Force announced that it thinks it has found a serial killer. Yates is the leading suspect in the deaths of at least 12 women and maybe 18. Preliminary DNA results and other evidence link Yates to the deaths, said Spokane County Sheriff Mark Sterk, who wouldn't elaborate.
But a law-enforcement source said investigators have been able to link some of the victims to one another - and then allegedly to Yates - through ballistic matches on bullets taken from some of the bodies.
Yates' arrest will almost certainly pique the interest of police in other areas where he lived. While in the Army, Yates lived in New York, Massachusetts and Alabama, and overseas he lived in Germany and Somalia. He joined the Washington Army National Guard in April 1997 and trained one weekend a month at Fort Lewis.
Police in Watertown, N.Y., where Yates was stationed at Fort Drum in the early 1990s, said detectives may travel to Spokane to interview Yates about the unsolved slaying of Tina Hosmer Smith 10 years ago.
Killings began in 1990
The Spokane deaths started in 1990: three that year, one in 1992, one in 1995, one in 1996. Joseph and Heather Hernandez were found the same day, Aug. 26, 1997.
Then the deaths picked up. Darla Sue Scott, found in nearby Hangman Valley in Nov. 5, 1997. Four more in December 1997, five in 1998. Those 10 deaths have been linked to the same killer, but the task force isn't saying how.
Most of the women at some time sold sex. They used drugs. Fourteen were found in Spokane, two in Tacoma and one in south Kitsap County. Melody Murfin just hasn't been found.
This mystery has haunted the community and the state. Were these deaths tied to the Green River killer? Or the missing prostitutes from Vancouver, B.C.? Police looked into these possibilities and came up with nothing conclusive.
People called in more than 6,000 tips to the task force. Serial killer Henry Lee Lucas confessed, but his confession didn't pan out. Neither did a sailor who admitted to a cross-country killing spree last week, nor a man charged with killing his daughter in Spokane.
Now there's Yates. In Spokane, he lived in a subdivision with winding roads and surprise dead-ends and sport-utility vehicles and icicle lights just waiting for the holidays. His house is five miles south of the area where most of the women disappeared.
Yesterday, a crowd gathered around a TV screen in the Spokane Public Safety Building to see Yates in his initial appearance.
He wore drab, olive coveralls. When he was charged with first-degree murder, he scratched at his face. As the court commissioner read the six-page summary of facts, he looked at the ceiling, sometimes straight ahead.
He didn't say much. "Yes." "Yes, it is." "Yes, I am." "No, I don't have anything to say at this time, thank you."
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Cold Case Season 6 Episode 11
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Vera: Croatia for a vacation, huh?
Jeffries: It's a beautiful country.
Vera: What, Beirut was booked?
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Red Storm Rising (1986)
Tom Clancy
26 – Impressions
BIEBEN, FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY
Mackall ordered his driver to move again. By the time they were in their next firing position, the Russians were less than five hundred meters away. They fired two more shots, killing an infantry carrier and knocking the tread off a tank.
"Buffalo, this is Six, begin moving to Bravo Line-execute."
As platoon leader, Mackall was the last to leave. He saw both of his companion tanks rolling down the open reverse slope of the hill. The infantry was moving also, into their armored carriers, or just running. "Friendly" artillery blanketed the ridgeline with high explosives and smoke to mask their withdrawal. On command, the tank leaped forward, accelerating to thirty miles per hour and racing to the next defense line before the Russians could occupy the ridge they were leaving behind. Artillery fire was all over them, exploding a pair of German personnel carriers.
"Zulu, Zulu, Zulu!"
"Get me a vehicle!" Alekseyev ordered.
"I cannot permit this. I cannot let a general-"
"Get me a damned vehicle! I must observe this," Alekseyev repeated.
A minute later, he and Sergetov joined the colonel in a BMP armored command vehicle that raced to the position the NATO troops had just vacated. They found a hole that had sheltered two men-until a rocket had landed a meter away.
"My God, we've lost twenty tanks here!" Sergetov said, looking back.
"Down!" The colonel pushed both men into the bloody hole. A storm of NATO shells landed on the ridge.
"There's a Gatling gun!'' the gunner said. A Russian antiaircraft gun carrier came over the ridge. A moment later a HEAT round exploded it like a plastic toy. His next target was a Russian tank coming down the hill they'd just left.
"Heads up, friendly air coming in!" Mackall cringed, hoping the pilot could tell the sheep from the goats.
Alekseyev watched the twin-engine fighter swoop straight down the valley. Its nose disappeared in a mass of flame as the pilot fired his antitank cannon. Four tanks exploded before his eyes as the Thunderbolt appeared to stagger in midair, then turned west, a missile chasing after him. The SA-7 fell short.
"Red Storm Rising"
"Me Devil's Cross?" he asked. The colonel nodded in reply, and Alekseyev realized where the name had come from. From an angle, the American fighter did look like the stylized Russian Orthodox crucifix.
"I just called up the reserve regiment. We may have them on the run," the colonel said.
This, Sergetov thought incredulously to himself, is a successful attack?
Mackall watched a pair of antitank missiles reach out into the Russian lines. One miss, one kill. More smoke came in from both sides as the NATO troops fell back another five hundred meters. The village they were defending was now in sight. The sergeant had counted a total of five kills to his tank. He hadn't been hit yet, but that wouldn't last. The friendly artillery was really in the fight now. The Russian infantry was down to half the strength he'd first seen, and their tracked vehicles were laying back, trying to engage the NATO positions with their own missiles. Things looked to be going reasonably well when the third regiment appeared.
Fifty tanks came over the hill in front of him. An A-10 swept across the line and killed a pair, then was blotted out of the sky by a SAM. The burning wreckage fell three hundred yards in front of him.
"Target tank, one o'clock. Shoot!" The Abrams rocked backward with yet another shot. "Hit."
"Warning, warning," called the troop commander. "Enemy choppers approaching from the north."
Ten Mi-24 Hinds arrived late, but they made up for it by killing a pair of tanks in less than a minute. German Phantom jets then appeared, engaging, them with air-to-air missiles and cannon in a wild melee that suddenly included surface-to-air missiles also. The sky was crisscrossed with smoke trails, and suddenly there were no aircraft in view.
"It's bogging down," Alekseyev said. He'd just learned one important lesson: attack helicopters cannot hope to survive in the face of enemy fighters. Just when he thought the Mi-24s would make a decisive difference, they'd been forced away by the appearance of the German fighters. Artillery support was slacking off. The NATO gunners were counterbatterying the Soviet guns expertly, helped by ground-attack fighters. He had to get more front-line air support.
"The hell it is!" the colonel answered. He radioed new orders to the battalions on his left flank.
"Looks like a command vehicle at ten o'clock, on the ridgeline, can you reach it?"
"Long shot, I-"
Whang! A shot glanced off the turret's face.
"Tank, three o'clock, close in-"
The gunner turned his yoke controls and nothing happened. Immediately he reached for the manual traverse. Mackall engaged the target with his machine gun, bouncing bullets off the advancing T-80 that had come out of nowhere. The gunner cranked frantically at the handle as another round crashed into their armor. The driver aided him, turning the vehicle and praying that they could return the fire.
The computer was out, damaged by the shock of the first hit. The T-80 was less than a thousand meters away when the gunner settled on it. He fired a HEAT round, and it missed. The loader slammed another home in the breech. The gunner worked his controls and fired again. Hit.
"There's more behind that one," the gunner warned.
"Buffalo Six, this is three-one, bad guys coming in from our flank. We need help here," Mackall called; then to the driver: "Left track and back up fast!"
The driver needed no encouragement. He cringed, looking out his tiny viewing prisms, and rocked the throttle handle all the way back. The tank raced backward and left as the gunner tried to lock onto another target-but the automatic stabilization was also out. They had to sit still to fire accurately, and it was death to sit still.
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 7:44 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 07 July 2016
