I specifically chose the Mk152 computer specialization school.
That would have been late October 1986 or very early November 1986, judging now by my official USN documents.
I write about this here now because, well, for one reason, that ship was sunk 14 years ago in the Atlantic by the United States Navy and allied forces.
I was already a 3rd Class Petty Officer (E-4) during United States Navy Fire Controlman Class A School in Great Lakes Illinois.
In that large class there were other Petty Officer's but most were E-3's like I was when I enlisted in the US Navy in 1983 for the Electronics Technician rating.
The FC and ET rating were the only two ratings in the Advanced Electronics Field.
I forget now precise details about the circumstances associated with my graduation from FC-A school but I remember very well that I specifically chose the Mk152 specialization.
The purpose of FC-A was to teach fundamentals of all US Navy ship weapons systems and the FC-C school teaches the US Navy enlisted sailor a specialized occupation.
I vaguely recall that day when I had the opportunity to select the system I wanted to specialize.
I think with some vague recollection that I had the option of selecting before many other sailors in the class simply because I was already a Petty Officer.
I don't recall the options I had but I vaguely think now that WDS was one option I had.
I distinctly recall speaking to another sailor in that class about how the Mk152 used negative logic.
At some point I was countered with the fact: "So?"
As in "So what?"
Well, I thought that was neat.
And so this makes me think again about the Performance Review documents the archives sent to me.
One detail I always note is how the documents mention the WDS.
My guess has always been that the Chief's and officer's didn't understand the difference.
We all worked in the same compartment. But there were more of us 1189 Mk152 tech's than WDS tech's.
I think about that in terms of how the Electrician Mate's also had a station there in one one of the spaces I was responsible for as Workcenter Supervisor. One of the Ship's Gyro's was there. I think back humorously about the conversations I had with the EM in charge.
So I recall I had other options than the Mk152 when graduating FC-A.
And the Wainwright I have written about before several times in this blog.
I had first choice when graduating from FC-C school for the Mk152 platform ship.
The class supervisor told us of all the ship's that were available for assignment and I had first choice of any of them.
From 4/18/1988 ( the United States Navy Operation Praying Mantis - my biological brother US Navy Fleet Admiral Thomas Reagan and I US Navy FC2 Kerry Wayne Burgess are both at the same time onboard the United States Navy warship USS Wainwright CG 28 when it evaded a Harpoon anti-ship missile from hostile Iran-Bill Gates-Microsoft-George Bush-Axis of Evil-Soviet Union-Communist forces ) To 7/14/2003 is 5565 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 1/27/1981 ( Ronald Reagan - Remarks at a White House Reception for the Freed American Hostages and Their Families ) is 5565 days
From 12/25/1991 ( as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) To 7/14/2003 is 4219 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 5/22/1977 ( premiere US TV series episode "In Search of..."::"Atlantis" ) is 4219 days
From 6/29/1995 ( the Mir space station docking of the United States space shuttle Atlantis orbiter vehicle mission STS-71 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-71 pilot astronaut ) To 7/14/2003 is 2937 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/17/1973 ( premiere US TV movie "The Six Million Dollar Man: Solid Gold Kidnapping" ) is 2937 days
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/04/in-search-of-atlantis.html ]
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20030929&slug=leak290
The Seattle Times
Monday, September 29, 2003
Controversy deepens over inquiry into leak of CIA officer's identity
By Mike Allen
The Washington Post
WASHINGTON — President Bush's aides promised yesterday to cooperate with a Justice Department inquiry into an administration leak that exposed the identity of a CIA operative, but Democrats said the administration cannot credibly investigate itself and called for an independent investigation.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2713180/quotes
IMDb
Fury (2014)
Quotes
Trini 'Gordo' Garcia: In France, we hit the beach right after D-Day and fought through all those fucking hedgerows. We finally broke out into open country. And bypassed all these Kraut divisions. We linked up with the Canadians and British and trapped an entire Kraut Army pulling back to Germany. We fucked them up.
http://www.azlyrics.com/c/coldplay.html
AZ
COLDPLAY
album: "X&Y" (2005)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/coldplay/fixyou.html
AZ
COLDPLAY
"Fix You"
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 2006
Damn, the foot pedals. There was that time I was building foot pedals to operate aircraft games on my Commodore.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: January 13, 008
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/13/08 3:39 AM
I had a dream that seemed to be just a few minutes before I just now woke up. In the dream, I was flying a jet aircraft and I think it was an F/A-18 Hornet and there were at least 2 other Hornet's flying with me. There were a lot of very clear details about the dream that I cannot articulate very well. The dream overall seemed unimportant, or at least, I cannot figure out what it was all supposed to be about. At one point, I was very certain that the date was 10/9/2004, but that might have changed. I find myself thinking that I also visualized an '11' but I don't know what that means. In the dream, there were people watching me somehow and that had something to do with my flying. Something about another persons brother, which was me, and that I was flying a jet aircraft. I can distinctly visualize sitting in the jet aircraft and operating the controls and reading the instruments. I clearly remember that I stomped on the left foot pedal for a snap roll and that I was disappointed with my lack of precision in that manuever. At some point in the dream, I seemed to have the objective of flying over someone that was on a highway somewhere. I think that person I was supposed to fly over was Lily Jang. I don't know why that was supposed to happen. She was on a highway somewhere and I was supposed to fly by her. It was dark for most, if not all, of the dream. There were other details in the dream that seem unimportant and that I cannot figure out how to articulate.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 13 January 2008 excerpt ends]
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Google Books
H. G. Wells's The Time Machine: A Reference Guide
By John R. Hammond
Page 48
H.G. Wells's The Time Machine
THE FIRST AMERICAN EDITION
The first book edition of The Time Machine was published by Henry Holt, in New York, on 7 May 1895. Since the first English edition was not published by Heinemann until three weeks later, on May 29, the Holt text can claim to be the true first edition. However, it is the Heinemann edition that is now accepted as the final edition.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Time_Machine_(Heinemann_text)/Chapter_IX
Wikisource
The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter IX
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter IX.
'Now, the smoke of the fire beat over towards me, and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. Moreover, the vapour of camphor was in the air. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. I felt very weary after my exertion, and sat down. The wood, too, was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. I seemed just to nod and open my eyes. But all was dark, and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box, and—it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again. In a moment I knew what had happened.
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Google Maps
I-55
Blytheville, Arkansas
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 06/30/08 2:47 AM
This reminds me of the Christmas party in 1987 for the crew of the USS Wainwright CG 28 in Charleston, S.C. Thedia and her mother Betty drove out from Arkansas to visit me and I brought them to the Christmas party, which had a band and dancing. Thedia and Betty were also introducted to girlfriend Amanda Busch, native of Aberdeen, Scotland.
The Commanding Officer of USS Wainwright CG 28 was mingling with the crew and stopped by Thedia's table and they discussed how they both lived in Arkansas, where Captain Chandler was from Blythesville, Arkansas, and Thedia lived at the time in Ashdown, Arkansas.
The USS Wainwright CG 28 deployed a few weeks later to the Persian Gulf with Captain Chandler in command.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 30 June 2008 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Opera 2006
There was that Master Chief too, can't remember his name. He was the only MCPO we had on the ship and he was down there in Missile Plot because the MK152 had once been his speciality. He mainly just sit off in a corner out of the way for most of the time he was down there before he disappeared after a while. Probably went into the Chief's Mess which was directly above Missile Plot.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.navsource.org/archives/01/57v.htm
NavSource Online
Interior Communications
The 1JV circuit
This was the primary maneuvering and docking circuit and connected the captain with such stations as the forward and after engine rooms, the forecastle, the fantail, the different mooring stations and the after steering station.
Over this circuit the captain communicated with everyone who had anything to do with the movement of the ship, direction or speed.
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http://www.navy.mil/view_image.asp?id=184940
DEPARTMENT OF THE NAVY
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
140920-N-WW127-184
ATLANTIC OCEAN (Sept. 20, 2014) Capt. Lyle Hall, commanding officer of the guided-missile cruiser USS Vicksburg (CG 69), looks on as the ship conducts a replenishment-at-sea with the Military Sealift Command fleet replenishment oiler USNS Kanawha (TAO 196). Vicksburg and the guided-missile destroyer USS Jason Dunham (DDG 109) are underway in support of Exercise Joint Warrior 14-2, a multi-national training exercise designed to improve interoperability among allied nations and prepare joint forces for combined operations. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Justin L. Ailes/Released)
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DEPARTMENT OF THE NAVY
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
140804-N-TU910-018
EAST CHINA SEA (Aug. 4, 2014) Capt. Kurush Morris, commanding officer of the Ticonderoga-class guided-missile cruiser USS Shiloh (CG 67), left, explains man overboard procedures to Midshipman Ashley Brady, from San Diego, during a man overboard drill. Shiloh is on patrol with the George Washington Carrier Strike Group supporting of security and stability in the Indo-Asia-Pacific region. (U.S. Navy photo released by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Abby Rader/Released)
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DEPARTMENT OF THE NAVY
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
120731-N-MM360-273
EVERETT, Wash. (July 31, 2012) The guided-missile destroyer USS Halsey (DDG 97) departs the pier at Naval Station Everett. Halsey, the amphibious transport dock ship USS New Orleans (LPD 18) and the Ticonderoga-class guided-missile cruiser USS Bunker Hill (CG 52) embarked approximately 300 guests for the annual Youth Cruise from Everett, Wash. to the Seattle waterfront kicking off Seattle Seafair Fleet Week events. (U.S. Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Jeffry Willadsen/Released)
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 5:33 PM Pacific Time Seattle USA Sunday 03 March 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/03/us-and-them.html
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Friday, November 16, 2012 3:36 PM
To: 'Chad Trammell'
Subject: RE: Chief of Staff
http://athlinks.com/result/48353/72800/33322024/33020650
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KERRY BURGESS
Age: 37 Class: M 35 to 39 Home: WA
Benaroya Research Institue Triathlon At Seafair 2003
Seattle, WA - Sun, Jul 20th, 2003
Swim Transition Bike/Cycle Transition Run Final Time & Place (A/G/O) Time
19:53 05:04 39:18 02:19 33:09 1:39:43
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 03 March 2013 excerpt ends]
http://gateworld.net/atlantis/s1/transcripts/120.shtml
GateWorld
STARGATE ATLANTIS
THE SIEGE, PART 2
EPISODE NUMBER - 120
DVD DISC - Season 1, Disc 5
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 03.25.05
EVERETT: And Major? (John turns to face him.) This is the last time I give you an order twice.
SHEPPARD: Understood.
http://thecrossedpond.com/2009/09/12/sea-stories-iron-mike/
Sea Stories: Iron Mike
Posted by Jack @ 4:50 pm on September 12th 2009
You may recall that in the navy, nicknames are bad. Hold that thought.
I took over as Fire Control Officer on the USS Wainwright in December 1991. This position, having nothing to do with controlling fires and everything to do with maintaining and operating the ship’s weapons related radars and weapons control systems, was a “Second Tour Division Officer” job. That meant that I had just enough experience to be considered worthy of a somewhat complicated position for a young officer, but not enough to be elevated to the next tier: an exalted Department Head in charge of all the combat systems. I had a couple of chiefs and 20 or so highly skilled electronics technicians working for me, or rather, tolerating my perception that I was in charge. It was a really cool job: we had missiles, man. And they could knock a plane out of the sky 115 miles away.
Remember, this was cold war stuff. Russians had planes that, in theory, you might want to turn into non-gliding debris at 115 miles; before they launched their ridiculously powerful, supersonic, nearly impossible to shoot down, ship killing, SS-N-22 Sunburn (air launched variant) missiles. Better to shoot the archer than the arrow. Today, employing an anti air missile at this range would be absurdly dangerous: like many cold war weapons, we didn’t worry so much about hitting a neutral target back then. We expected the Russians to send regimental sized raids of Backfire bombers towards the GI-UK gap and utterly swamp us with a thousand missiles fired at a few dozen ships. We had ideas like “Red and Free” which, confusingly, did not mean communist libertarian, but rather: This shit has hit the fan and you may shoot at ANYTHING not positively identified as friendly. We developed weapons systems that we could place in full automatic, and they would shoot down a hundred targets without human intervention. It was wild stuff, and I got to be in charge of some of it. Like I said: cool job.
What wasn’t cool: Apparently, you could be fired at any moment. I knew this, because several of the officers that had been fired mentioned it to me in my first week. The issue, you see, was that the Captain had a nickname: Iron Mike. He was a very large, physically intimidating, charismatic, temperamental leader highly prone to frequent and dramatic demonstrations of his irritation. The officers and crew were simultaneously terrified and in awe of him. Iron Mike knew how to get your attention. In retrospect, I am convinced that some of his colorful explosions were choreographed for dramatic effect. But at the time, he was a hair trigger, an un-diffused bomb, a live wire. Best not rile him.
We, all of us, had numerous opportunities to observe or be the target of his personal explosions over pretty much anything, such as banging his head on a ventilation diffuser, which resulted in him taking the entirely reasonable action of beating it with his bare hand until it broke free from the bracket and careened across the engineering room, freeing him to continue his material inspection while dripping a trail of blood from his hand. But Iron Mike did not limit himself to merely one-on-one or one-on-a-few demonstrations of his temper: he used the ship’s general announcing system to full effect. If something displeased him, he felt everyone should know. Thus we were frequently treated to a sharp “This is the Captain….” emanating from the loud speakers placed in every compartment on the ship. Now, let me pause. On normal ships, the general announcing system, or 1MC, was carefully controlled from the Bridge. Announcements were highly formatted, and almost always prefaced by a special whistle signal from the ship’s boatswain mate. Different signals preceding different types of verbal messages, especially for the Captain. He got a really good pre-message whistle. But when Iron Mike wanted to speak in anger on the 1MC, no fucking bos’n was gonna delay that event. He would storm onto the bridge, grab the mike, and start the humiliation. Some samples:
“This is the Captain: Ensign K, pack your fucking bags and get off my ship. You have one hour.”
“This is the Captain: If anyone is wondering why we are still dicking around out here, its because First Division can’t get their collective heads out of their asses long enough to get the ship’s boat back on board.”
“This is the Captain: ASW Officer, Bridge. Now. That’s not a fucking invitation.”
“This is the Captain: B Division just endangered all of you. We will remain at battle stations until they get it right. Be sure and thank them later.”
This would happen nearly every day. Someone was always on the shit list, and the shit list meant you were on the verge of getting fired.
So. I had been on board about two weeks. To that point I had remained under Iron Mike’s radar. More importantly, it appears he had made one of his frequent but easily changeable snap decisions that I was OK. Based on nothing, as far as I can figure. See, being in Iron Mike’s good graces required a couple of things. Competence, yes. But confidence and aggressive manliness were crucial as well. It was not enough to simply be good, you needed to be a bit arrogant or caustic about it as well. He loved that shit, the devil may care, fuck ‘em all, get out of my face so I can do my job, Competent Man image. Not sure how I pulled it off, but he gave me that credit. The Gunnery Officer? Not so much.
Like I said: two weeks on board, we are at sea with a critical ship qualification event bearing down on us: live fire gunnery exercises off the Vieques Island Weapons Range in Puerto Rico. You may recall Vieques from the news some years back, when it became the cause de jour for environmental and Puerto Rican activists demanding a cessation of all live gunnery, the closure of the range, and its return to “the people.” They pretty much won that battle. Anyhoo, I was only tangentially involved in this gunnery event: not on board long enough to have re-qualified in a key position, but still a relatively experienced weapons officer with ownership of a few pieces of equipment involved, so I stayed close to the action in the Combat Information Center, or CIC.
The equipment I was responsible for, by the way, did not include the 5 inch, 54 caliber, main battery gun. That belonged, as you might have ferreted out already, to the Gunnery Officer. This is a mostly automated shipboard 120mm artillery piece capable of accurate and rapid bombardment from nearly 10 miles away while maneuvering the ship at high speed. Impressive, no? But it had to go “boom” rather than “click” when you pulled the trigger. Like too many other recent times, on that day, it didn’t. Repeatedly, it didn’t. So the Captain called the administrative office and directed them to send him two performance evaluations immediately: one for the Gunnery Chief, and one for the Gunnery Officer, who happened to be a classmate and friend of mine from the Academy. And while the gun continued to not fire, he wrote a fitness report for both of them. You can imagine that it was not particularly positive. And after writing this report, he began a Terminator like scan of all souls within his visual range, seeking someone of minimum qualifications that had not radically pissed him off lately. One minute later, I was the Fire Control AND Gunnery Officer. What fun.
And that’s how life worked on Wainwright. We worked very hard, played harder, all while understanding that at any moment Iron Mike might explode for something you could not predict or do anything about, and you would be on the shit list. String a few of these events together, and firing was a distinct possibility. An example: All Captains have standing orders for their bridge crew, and they are pretty similar across the fleet. Among many other things, they address the specific situations in which you are required to notify the Captain of something, regardless of the hour. These situations are numerous. And though it was an absolute requirement, a legal order, written and signed by the Captain, Iron Mike would often become infuriated that you would call and wake him for this stuff. Many were the calls that he answered “What the fuck do you want now?” You could either worry yourself the entire watch and work carefully at pushing the situation and your compliance with the orders to the boundaries and beyond in an attempt to avoid repeatedly calling him, or you could man up and take the hit. Those that naturally gravitated towards the manning up took some good hits, but they were also the types of people most likely to have passed, or soon pass, Iron Mike’s man vs wuss assessment. Some of us took a bit longer, and some never figured it out.
Strangely, this bonded us together. The officer wardroom was one of the tightest I have known, bound as we were by a mutual threat. We came to take great amusement from the Captain’s latest 1MC explosion, and knew how to help the victim shake it off: good humored and incessant ribbing. And we remained in awe of Iron Mike. For whatever his faults, he absolutely knew how to build a good crew and a tight ship. He understood group dynamics and psychology, even if only intuitively. He knew how to make us feel like one of a kind, unbeatable, elite. And we did feel that way. We had power and confidence to the point of arrogance, but we backed it up with performance. Partly, he did this by not restricting his rage to us, but extending his particular fits of pique to other ships’ captains and staff officers. This was pretty striking behavior, and we loved watching it. His tirades directed towards the Command Duty Officer of another ship on the same pier, his public radio “discussions” with the base support personnel over their lack of base support. And, though it seems petty and may be difficult to understand why this is most striking; his aggressively worded missives and “Personnel For” official messages to other commands, which he would insure we knew about, or even allow us to write for him. One simply doesn’t sign an official Naval message to another ship captain “Cold Regards,” but Iron Mike did. We loved that stuff.
We also learned to imitate him, to a degree. All Captains have such an effect; it’s human nature. The most powerful and influential person in your life impacts the opinions you voice, they way you present them, the way you present yourself. With Iron Mike, we became, to varying degrees, cocky and aggressive, particularly in his presence. Not to him of course, just to others. It was not just subconscious behavior either, you did it on purpose. I recall heading for the Combat Information Center to take up the Watch Officer position as we prepared to get underway. We had just set the Special Sea and Anchor detail, and at this point in the time line, CIC should have been a beehive of activity, with the Operational Specialists deep into preparations, charts laid out, radars manned, and communications buzzing. As I stepped onto the ladder leading to CIC I caught Iron Mike in my peripheral vision headed the same way, 8 feet behind me. I entered the room, the depressingly quiet room, and my heart stopped. But a handful of OS’s, casually setting up for sea, WAY behind where we should be, with the Iron Mike one second from seeing this catastrophe sure to make us late for our underway time. So I made a choice, a very conscious choice: I exploded, spectacularly, with perfect timing. As Iron Mike stepped through the door, I begin a high volume and enraged rant starting with WHAT THE FUCK and continued in that vein, demanding an immediate accounting of the missing personnel and admittedly rhetorical queries as to why in fuck nothing was ready. Iron Mike paused, turned about and left without a word. The situation was obviously under control, for one of his disciples was on it.
That’s how I earned the largely tongue in cheek nickname Aluminum Jack for the rest of that tour.
Incidentally, there is a small chance some of you have run across the name Iron Mike Fahey before. He was Executive Officer on USS Iowa up until a few months before the fatal explosion in the Number 2 16” Gun Turret that killed 47 sailors on April 19th, 1989. Iron Mike had little to do with the events leading up to the explosion, and nothing whatsoever to do with the horrific coverup and scapegoating of Clay Hartwig that the Navy attempted (and to this day has not fully repudiated, much less apologized for). Nonetheless, Iron Mike comes in for some extremely negative commentary in A Glimpse of Hell, Charles Thompson’s definitive portrayal of the explosion and investigations.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/talkingheads/lifeduringwartime.html
AZ
TALKING HEADS
"Life During Wartime"
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peant butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping pohne lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265086/quotes
IMDb
Black Hawk Down (2001)
Quotes
Steele: Sergeant, what's the meaning of this?
"Hoot": Just a little aerial target practice, sir. Didn't want to leave 'em behind.
Steele: I'm talking about your weapon, soldier. Now Delta or no-Delta, that's still a hot weapon. Your safety should be on at all times.
"Hoot": This is my safety, sir.
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=black-hawk-down
Springfield! Springfield!
Black Hawk Down (2001)
Well, this is my safety, sir.
Let it go, sir.
The guy hasn't eaten in a couple of days.
You Delta boys
are a bunch of undisciplined cowboys.
http://gateworld.net/universe/s1/transcripts/115.shtml
GateWorld
LOST
EPISODE NUMBER - 115
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 04.30.10
PATIENT: Tank busters - uranium depleted! I loaded those munitions. Nothing dangerous coming off those. What do you think?
(Ronald stands up and walks around the bed to sit on the other side.)
PATIENT: Eighteen thousand times in two years, those alarms went off! It's not the mustard gas - never the mustard gas! It was cigarettes, deodorant! Can you believe that?!
(He wanders off again.)
PATIENT: Chronic fatigue, loss of muscle control, headaches, dizziness, memory loss, shortness of breath, brain cancer.
(Sitting on the side of the bed, Ronald puts a comforting hand onto his father's chest.)
REGINALD: I'm gonna kill him, put him out of his misery.
http://www.cdc.gov/parasites/trichinellosis/gen_info/faqs.html
CDC
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
Parasites - Trichinellosis (also known as Trichinosis)
Trichinellosis FAQs
What is trichinellosis?
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http://www.cdc.gov/nceh/veterans/default2g.htm
CDC
Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
Defining Gulf War Illness
In November 1997, CDC funded a study to characterize and compare different approaches for defining the medically unexplained illnesses of Gulf War veterans. This study by the University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey-Robert Wood Johnson Medical School compared the symptoms of two groups of Gulf War veterans at two points in time. The study subjects included Gulf War veterans from the Department of Veterans Affairs’ Gulf War Registry who had participated in a previous study conducted by the New Jersey researchers, and veterans who had participated in the CDC Air Force study. Data-driven case definitions for illness previously derived from these two groups of Gulf War veterans were compared with standard or existing case definitions for unexplained multi-symptom illnesses (such as chronic fatigue syndrome, fibromyalgia, and multiple chemical sensitivity) to determine which definition best characterized Gulf War veterans' unexplained illnesses. The study also tried to determine how well the derived and existing case definitions could be generalized in a new random sample of deployed and nondeployed Gulf War era veterans and active duty soldiers. The investigators are preparing manuscripts for publication which are expected by the end of 2005.
http://gateworld.net/universe/s1/transcripts/109.shtml
GateWorld
STARGATE UNIVERSE
LIFE
EPISODE NUMBER - 109
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 11.20.09
INFIRMARY. Greer's psych evaluation.
GREER: Look, there's a bad guy out there; put a gun in my hand, I'll go kill him. I'm not gonna lose any sleep over it. Your ass needs saving, I'm gonna save it or I'm gonna die trying. I didn't ask to be like this. (In a sing-song voice) Nobody made me this way.
(He leans forward.)
GREER: D'you wanna riff about my - my childhood, how my daddy beat my ass, really ... really messed me up?
(He laughs sarcastically.)
GREER: What, you think you can understand me?
JOHANSEN: No, I just wanna talk.
GREER: I wish people would just shut up, be happy for what I am.
JOHANSEN: People?
GREER: People that's willing or able to do what I do.
JOHANSEN: He fought in Desert Storm, didn't he?
(Greer looks at her warily.)
JOHANSEN: Your dad.
GREER (quietly, dangerously): I'm not talking about him.
JOHANSEN: You're the one who brought him up. What was he like?
(Greer surges to his feet. He stands there for a moment, then turns and walks quickly to the doors. Opening them, he walks away.)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078788/quotes
IMDb
Apocalypse Now (1979)
Quotes
Willard: Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another.
http://gateworld.net/universe/s1/transcripts/115.shtml
GateWorld
STARGATE UNIVERSE
LOST
EPISODE NUMBER - 115
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 04.30.10
(Greer reaches the chimney. Slinging his rifle belt over his head, he starts to climb.)
(In the woods, the Stargate is open. Eli has sent the Kino through and is looking at its footage and data on the remote.)
WALLACE: It's hard to see. Looks pretty foggy, but everything else is good.
(He looks round at Scott.)
WALLACE: It's safe to go.
(Greer is racing across the fields in the direction of the Stargate.)
(In his memories, young Ronald is sitting on a bed with a small box on his lap. He has opened the box and has found inside photographs of his father and two of his army colleagues laughing into the camera. Also in the box is a medal awarded to his father. Suddenly Reginald opens the door and walks into the room. Snatching the photographs from his son's hand, he picks up the box and hurls it hard across the room, then grabs Ronald's shirt and drags him to his feet.)
http://gateworld.net/universe/s1/transcripts/115.shtml
GateWorld
LOST
EPISODE NUMBER - 115
ORIGINAL U.S. AIR DATE - 04.30.10
PATIENT: (Angrily) The Pentagon failed to report that to Congress!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: July 29, 2006
and I didn't find any thing comforting about that.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 29 July 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=fury-2014
Springfield! Springfield!
Fury (2014)
[ Collier: ] Shut your mouth
Kneel
You are no goddamn good to me
unless you can kill Krauts.
http://www.tv.com/shows/dark-matter/shes-one-of-them-now-3403824/
tv.com
Dark Matter Season 2 Episode 7
She's One of Them Now
Aired Friday 10:00 PM Aug 12, 2016 on Syfy
AIRED: 8/12/16
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=dark-matter-2015&episode=s02e07
Springfield! Springfield!
Dark Matter
She's One of Them Now
You know there are chairs to sit on and cups to drink from in the mess.
Well, this is kind of an impromptu picnic.
[chuckles] I was on my way to my quarters, and this thing caught my eye.
It's kind of amazing when you think about it.
I mean, they went in with the weight of the universe on their shoulders, and they came out free and clear.
Hardly.
Their memories may have been wiped, but their past still exists.
From 10/3/1993 ( the Battle of Mogadishu Somalia begins with my personal participation United States of America Delta Force operation ) To 9/17/2000 is 2541 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 10/17/1972 ( Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II visits Yugoslavia ) is 2541 days
From 12/20/1994 ( in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) To 9/17/2000 is 2098 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/1/1971 ( premiere US film "The Omega Man" ) is 2098 days
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/04/boston-marathon.html ]
http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=1325
The American Presidency Project
William J. Clinton
XLII President of the United States: 1993-2001
Remarks at the Groundbreaking Ceremony for the National Constitution Center in Philadelphia
September 17, 2000
Thank you very much. The final sentence of the preamble: "We do ordain and establish this Constitution of the United States." Today we come to ordain and establish this Constitution Center
http://www.imdb.com/media/index/rg3303250432
IMDb
The Internet Movie Database
Beyonce Knowles Sighting In New York City
6 photos
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1756601088/rg3303250432
IMDb
The Internet Movie Database
Beyonce Knowles Sighting In New York City
Photo 4 of 6
15 June 2006
Names: Beyoncé Knowles
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Time_Machine_(Heinemann_text)/Chapter_V
Wikisource
The Time Machine (Heinemann text)/Chapter V
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Chapter V.
'Then, again, about the Time Machine: something, I knew not what, had taken it into the hollow pedestal of the White Sphinx. Why? For the life of me I could not imagine. Those waterless wells, too, those flickering pillars. I felt I lacked a clue. I felt—how shall I put it? Suppose you found an inscription, with sentences here and there in excellent plain English, and interpolated therewith, others made up of words, of letters even, absolutely unknown to you? Well, on the third day of my visit, that was how the world of Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One presented itself to me!
'That day, too, I made a friend—of a sort. It happened that, as I was watching some of the little people bathing in a shallow, one of them was seized with cramp and began drifting downstream. The main current ran rather swiftly, but not too strongly for even a moderate swimmer. It will give you an idea, therefore, of the strange deficiency in these creatures, when I tell you that none made the slightest attempt to rescue the weakly crying little thing which was drowning before their eyes. When I realized this, I hurriedly slipped off my clothes, and, wading in at a point lower down, I caught the poor mite and drew her safe to land. A little rubbing of the limbs soon brought her round, and I had the satisfaction of seeing she was all right before I left her. I had got to such a low estimate of her kind that I did not expect any gratitude from her. In that, however, I was wrong.
'This happened in the morning. In the afternoon I met my little woman, as I believe it was, as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration, and she received me with cries of delight and presented me with a big garland of flowers—evidently made for me and me alone. The thing took my imagination. Very possibly I had been feeling desolate. At any rate I did my best to display my appreciation of the gift. We were soon seated together in a little stone arbour, engaged in conversation, chiefly of smiles. The creature's friendliness affected me exactly as a child's might have done. We passed each other flowers, and she kissed my hands. I did the same to hers. Then I tried talk, and found that her name was Weena, which, though I don't know what it meant, somehow seemed appropriate enough. That was the beginning of a queer friendship which lasted a week, and ended—as I will tell you!
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=major-payne
Springfield! Springfield!
Major Payne (1995)
Hi, I'm Emily Walburn, the school counselor.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110443/quotes
IMDb
Major Payne (1995)
Quotes
Major Payne: Any man that'd leave you outta be monkey-stomped and have his brains mailed back to his mother.
Emily: Well, thank you Benson. How about you? Was there ever a Ms. Payne?
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 3:33 PM Saturday, February 16, 2008
http://www.cswap.com/1995/Major_Payne/cap/en/25fps/a/00_23
Major Payne
:23:37
What do you want,
Mister Pee-body ?
:23:42
Oh, he's upset about this morning.
Apparently he had a little accident.
:23:48
Apparently he pissed all over
the front of his pants.
:23:53
Well, maybe that's
because he's six.
:23:56
'Cause he's six ? Woman, when I was
six years old I had a full-time job.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 16 February 2008 excerpt ends]
From 6/29/1995 ( the Mir space station docking of the United States space shuttle Atlantis orbiter vehicle mission STS-71 includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps officer and United States STS-71 pilot astronaut ) To 7/14/2003 is 2937 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/17/1973 ( premiere US TV movie "The Six Million Dollar Man: Solid Gold Kidnapping" ) is 2937 days
[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-gangs-all-here.html ]
http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20030929&slug=leak290
The Seattle Times
Monday, September 29, 2003
Controversy deepens over inquiry into leak of CIA officer's identity
By Mike Allen
The Washington Post
WASHINGTON — President Bush's aides promised yesterday to cooperate with a Justice Department inquiry into an administration leak that exposed the identity of a CIA operative, but Democrats said the administration cannot credibly investigate itself and called for an independent investigation.
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=major-payne
Springfield! Springfield!
Major Payne (1995)
[ Major Payne: ] What, you callin' me a liar ?
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=windtalkers
Springfield! Springfield!
Windtalkers (2002)
And to keep our honor clean
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marines
Hi.
How's that ear?
Not that you'd ever admit it, but if
it starts aching, take a couple of those.
And call me in the morning.
You're not gonna be here
in the morning, are you?
Shipping out without even
buying me a drink.
http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=dark-matter-2015&episode=s02e07
Springfield! Springfield!
Dark Matter
She's One of Them Now
And the past has a way of catching up with you, whether you remember it or not.
Yeah, I get that.
I mean, we all gotta pay for it in the end, right? But if I could get a fresh start, huh? Even if it's just up here You want to change? Make better choices.
Starting from today.
[chuckles] It it's not that easy.
I didn't say it would be easy.
I killed a girl once.
She was 12 years old.
[somber music] [sighs] I was a ship's doctor on a colonist run.
Easy job.
Plenty of time to feed my habit, until we came out of FTL and ran into a meteor storm and the ship just about came apart.
I mean, there was explosions and fire, and suddenly I'm staring at a dozen wounded people.
You were high.
Yeah.
I took care of most of them.
Patched them up.
And then they brought in this girl.
[sighs] God, she was in, uh, rough shape.
She had third degree burns.
She had internal injuries.
And, I mean, I-I could have saved her.
Only I got the shakes.
So I gave myself a little top-up before surgery.
[sighs] Turns out it was a little too much.
She never made it off the table.
I'm sorry.
[sniffles] I tried to, um, stay clean for about six months after that.
I just kept seeing her face everywhere.
Well, blocking something out is no way to move on.
I've been realizing that myself.
Which is why I was on my way to bring you these back.
You know as soon as they came out of those pods, they went looking for their past.
From the sound of it, what they found wasn't too pretty.
Now they've got no choice but to deal with it.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2713180/quotes
IMDb
Fury (2014)
Quotes
Wardaddy: Shut up and send me more pigs to kill!
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 01:50 AM final significant update 03:13 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 22 August 2016
