Saturday, July 27, 2019

Toulon



Pandemic (The Extinction Files Book 1)

A.G. Riddle

Chapter 47

In the metal and glass cell, Desmond lay on the narrow bed, watching the never-ending slide show. A few of the photos were from his childhood,

The people who came and went outside his cell asked him a range of questions, careful to never reveal anything about their cause and goals, but here and there, he gathered small clues, which he cataloged, hoping they would help him escape.

After they left, Desmond felt his stomach growl. They had fed him very little, perhaps hoping to keep him weak and docile.

Instead, the sensation brought back another memory.









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Pandemic (The Extinction Files Book 1)

A.G. Riddle

Chapter 47

For the first year that Desmond lived in Oklahoma, his uncle left him at a preschool when he was working on the rigs. The kids there were of varying age, but at six years old Desmond was among the oldest. Several of the other oil workers left their children there too, and he made a few friends. But every time Orville returned to pick him up, he argued with the owners about the price, complaining that it was highway robbery.

One day, Orville announced that was leaving Desmond at home. He put some money on the counter and told Desmond that if he had to come home to tend to him, he'd make him sorry.








Pandemic (The Extinction Files Book 1)

A.G. Riddle

Chapter 47

He pedaled his bike slower on the return, the wind no longer in his sails. Why did everyone he cared about die? And the people he hated - meaning his uncle - live? Life was unfair. The world was cruel.

It was midday when Desmond got home. His mouth went dry when he saw his uncle drinking on the porch.

"Pretty bike, Des. Where'd you get it?"

Desmond tried to swallow, but it felt like he had a mouth full of sawdust. "Found it," he said with a cough.

"So you stole."

"No. I found it - "

"If you found it, then it belongs to someone - someone you stole it from. Put it on the back of the truck. I'll take it to town and return it to its rightful owner tomorrow."

"I own it," Desmond said, anger overtaking his fear. "I bought it."

"Bought it," his uncle said, acting impressed. "With what money?" he spat.

Desmond looked away.

"You answer me when I ask you a question, boy. What money?"

"The money I saved."

"Saved?" His uncle was mad now. "No. You bought it with money you *stole* - from me. I gave you that money to put food in your ungrateful little mouth. You were supposed to give me back whatever was left. You kept it for yourself and bought a little play toy."

Desmond grew quiet, let his uncle go on about how soft and useless he was. The tirade lasted nearly two weeks, until his uncle was set to go back to work. Instead of placing some money on the counter, he told Desmond to pack a bag.

"Time to show you the real world."








Pandemic (The Extinction Files Book 1)

A.G. Riddle

Chapter 47

Exactly one man out of the entire group read in his off-hours. Desmond befriended him, and he was nice enough to pass Desmond the book he had been reading, which he recommended highly.

Try as he might, Desmond could not get into the novel, which was about people hunting for a Russian submarine.








From 2/27/1990 ( as Kerry Burgess my official United States Navy documents includes: "TRAN 90FEB27" - while inport at anchor Monaco and departing the continent from Toulon, France, my permanent transfer from US Navy warship USS Wainwright CG 28 to Naval Station Charleston South Carolina for active duty separation processing and Honorable Discharge from active duty United States Navy ) To 4/5/2017 is 9899 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/9/1992 ( official State of South Carolina documents: "the receipt of which is hereby acknowledged, have granted, bargained, sold, and released, and by these presents do grant, bargain, sell and release unto Kerry Wayne Burgess" the house I owned at 30 Country Club Drive, Greer, South Carolina ) is 9899 days



From 4/15/1990 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Simpsons"::"The Crepes of Wrath" ) To 4/5/2017 is 9852 days

9852 = 4926 + 4926

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/29/1979 ( premiere US TV series episode "Battlestar Galactica"::"The Hand of God" ) is 4926 days



From 7/19/1943 ( the Allies during World War II conduct aerial bombing for the first time against Rome, Italy ) To 12/20/1994 ( in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my United States Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 18782 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 4/5/2017 is 18782 days



Other posts by me on this topic: https://hvom.blogspot.com/2019/07/the-extinction-files.html
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2019/07/toulon.html
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https://www.upi.com/Archives/1943/07/19/Americans-bomb-Rome-in-2-hour-daylight-raid/6801563205263/

UPI

UPI ARCHIVES JULY 19, 1943

Americans bomb Rome in 2-hour daylight raid

By Reynolds Packard

ALLIED HEADQUARTERS, North Africa -- An All-American fleet of Flying Fortresses, Liberators, medium bombers and fighters raided Rome for the first time in history today, concentrating on railway and aviation facilities of the ancient city.

Promptly at 11:13 a.m. Rome time, the first wave of Flying Fortresses blasted the San Lorenzo marshalling yards -- a big railroad switch yards where trains are made up -- four miles from Vatican City, inaugurating the precision bombing by daylight of the Italian capital.








https://hvom.blogspot.com/2019/07/telstar-soon-will-be-making-another-run.html

Posted by Kerry Burgess at 11:37 AM

Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home

I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.

Monday, July 22, 2019

http://www.chakoteya.net/movies/movie5.html

Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989)

(from internet transcript)

Captain KIRK: Excuse me. ...I'd just like to ask a question. ...What does God need with a starship?

GOD: Bring the ship closer.

KIRK: I said ...'What does God need with a starship?'

[ exerpt ends Posted by Kerry Burgess at 11:37 AM Monday, July 22, 2019 ]








http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/12/battleship-2012.html

Posted by Kerry Burgess at 1:43 AM

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

I have noted here before that the Paramount Pictures "The Hunt for Red October" premiered in theaters, according to imdb.com, on the say day that I was walking through the Charleston South Carolina airport on 02 March 1990 after flying by military flight from France back to the United States.








https://www.simpsonsarchive.com/episodes/7G13.html

The Crepes of Wrath ( The Simpsons television series episode )

The doorbell rings, and Homer rings the handbell. ``Maaaaarge! Maaarge! MARGE! GET THE DOOR!'' Marge peers through the peephole and gets a distorted view of Principal Skinner. Bart escapes to his room as Marge brings Principal Skinner into the living room. Homer remains on the couch.

Homer: Oh, hello, Principal Skinner. I'd get up, but the boy crippled me.

Principal Skinner: Mm hm. I understand completely.

Pr. Skinner: Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, we have transcended incorrigible. I don't think suspension or expulsion will do the trick. I think it behooves us all to consider... deportation.



- posted by Kerry Burgess 02:34 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 27 July 2019