Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
42 – The Resolution of Conflict
"What the hell is this!"
The 77th's commander opened his eyes to see a four-star general staring down at him. He jumped to attention like a cadet.
"Good morning, Comrade General!"
"And good morning to you! What the hell is a division of the Soviet Army doing asleep on a Goddamned railroad siding while men are dying in Germany!" Alekseyev nearly screamed at the man.
"We-we can't make the trains move, there is some problem with the tracks."
"There is a problem with the tracks? You have your vehicles, don't you?"
"The train goes to Kiev Station, where we switch locomotives for the trip to Poland."
"I'll arrange transport for you. We don't have time," Alekseyev explained as though to a wayward child, "to have a fighting division sit on its ass. If the train can't move, you can! Roll your vehicles off the flatcars, we'll take you through Moscow, and you can get to Kiev Station yourself. Now rub the sleep out of your eyes and get this division rolling before I find someone else who can!"
It never failed to amaze the General what a little screaming could do. Alekseyev watched the division commander scream at his regimental commanders, who went off to scream at their battalion commanders. In ten minutes the screaming was done at the squad level. Ten minutes after that, the tie-down chains were being stripped off the BTR-60 infantry carriers and the first of them rolled off the back of the train for assembly in Korskogo Square in front of the station. The infantrymen mounted their vehicles, looking very dangerous in battle dress, their weapons in their hands.
"You got your new communications officers?" Alekseyev asked.
"Yes, they have completely replaced my own people," the division commander nodded.
"Good. We've learned the hard way about communications security at the front.
From 1/30/1984 ( Ronald Reagan, 40th President of USA: Remarks at the Annual Convention of the National Religious Broadcasters ) To 4/24/2022 ( Today, Sunday ) is 13964 days
13964 = 6982 + 6982
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/14/1984 ( premiere US films "Starman" "Nineteen Eighty-Four" "Dune" "Runaway" ) is 6982 days
https://www.19fortyfive.com/2022/04/putin-has-a-problem-ukraine-just-killed-two-russian-generals-in-kherson/
Putin Has A Problem: Ukraine Just Killed Two Russian Generals In Kherson
By Steve Balestrieri Published 4 hours ago [ retrieved 11:30 AM Pacific-time, Sunday 04/24/2022 ]
Ukraine Hits Russian Command Post in Kherson, Two Generals Killed – The Ukrainian Ministry of Defense’s Chief Intelligence Directorate claimed in a released statement that they conducted a strike on a Russian command post in the southern region of Kherson that resulted in the death of two Russian generals and the wounding of another.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087803/quotes
IMDb
1984 (1984)
Quotes
[Winston renders a war hero an "unperson"]
Winston Smith: [into his speaker phone] Rutherford unperson. Substitute Ogilvy. Ogilvy bio details as follows: war hero, recently killed, Malabar front. Today awarded posthumous secondary order of conspicuous merit second class.
[Winston tapes over Rutherford's face, consigning him to oblivion]
Stargate SG-1
"The Fifth Man"
(from internet transcript)
[Hammond makes his way into the Gate room.]
HAMMOND
Report Major.
CARTER
We were attacked by several Jaffa. Lieutenant Tyler went down covering our six. Colonel O'Neill went back for him.
TEAL'C
Let us assemble a rescue team and return to the planet immediately General Hammond.
HAMMOND
Hold on. Who's Lieutenant Tyler?
DANIEL
What do you mean, who's Lieutenant Tyler? He's a member of SG1.
HAMMOND
What?
DANIEL
You assigned him yourself last month Sir.
CARTER
Tyler, Sir, we've been training him for weeks. This was his third mission.
HAMMOND
Major, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Red Storm Rising (1986) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
Chapter 22
"Radar contact!" came the next call. "Vampire! Vampire! We have inbound missiles."
Morris cringed inwardly. The escorts all switched on their radar transmitters. Missiles trained out on the incoming targets. But Pharris was not part of that game. Morris ordered his ship to flank speed, turning north to race away from the missiles' probable target area.
"The Backfires are turning back. The Bear is holding position. We have some radio chatter. Now twenty-three inbound missiles. Bearing changing on all contacts," TAO said. "They're all headed for the convoy. Looks like we're in the clear."
Morris could hear the crew in the Combat Information Center take one deep collective breath. He watched the radar display with marginal relief. The missiles were streaking in from the northeast, and the SAMs were coming up to meet them. The convoy was again ordered to scatter, the merchantmen racing away from the center of the target. What followed had an eerie resemblance to an arcade game. Of the twenty-three Soviet-launched missiles, nine broke through the SAMs and dove into the convoy. They hit seven merchantmen.
All seven were lost. Some disintegrated at once under the hammering impact of the thousand-kilogram warheads. The others lingered long enough for their crews to escape with their lives. The convoy had left the Delaware with thirty ships. Only twenty were left, and there was almost fifteen hundred miles of open ocean between them and Europe.
- posted by me, Kerry Burgess 11:47 AM Pacific-time USA Sunday 04/24/2022
