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The Hunt for Red October (1990)
Quotes
[imitating the Admiral]
Jack Ryan: "The average Ruskie, son, don't take a dump without a plan."
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Lindsey Graham
From Wikipedia
In 1998, the Capitol Hill daily newspaper The Hill contended that Graham was describing himself on his website as an Operation Desert Shield and Desert Storm veteran. Graham responded: "I have not told anybody I'm a combatant. I'm not a war hero, and never said I was. ... If I have lied about my military record, I'm not fit to serve in Congress", further noting that he "never deployed".
From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Mon, February 13, 2006 6:45:51 PM
Subject: I gotta get the F out of here
Another day, another "don't call us, we'll call you" letter, this time from the V.A. I don't get it. This other guy was at the same meeting with me already has a meeting scheduled. He said he didn't even have to go to the Gulf. Amount of water from a combat ocean I have flushed: a lot. Him: None.
From 6/7/1945 ( ) To 2/13/2006 ( ) is 22166 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 22166 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lindsey_Graham
Lindsey Graham
From Wikipedia
Lindsey Olin Graham (July 9, 1955 – July 11, 2026) was an American politician and attorney who represented South Carolina in the United States Senate from 2003 until his death in 2026. A member of the Republican Party, he previously represented South Carolina's 3rd congressional district in the U.S. House of Representatives from 1995 to 2003
Lindsey Olin Graham was born on July 9, 1955, in Central, South Carolina
graduating from D. W. Daniel High School
Because his sister, then 13 years old, was left orphaned
city attorney for Central from 1990 to 1994.
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/letter-general-william-s-knudsen-his-retirement-from-active-duty
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/letter-the-director-office-defense-transportation-concerning-redeployment-the-armed-forces
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The Hunt for Red October (1990)
Quotes
Adm. Painter: What's his plan?
Jack Ryan: His plan?
Adm. Painter: Russians don't take a dump, son, without a plan.
Admiral Painter: Senior captains don't start something this dangerous without having thought the matter through.
From 3/2/1990 and going back 22166 days is 6/24/1929
From 6/24/1929 ( from Wikipedia: Carolyn S. Shoemaker ) To 3/2/1990 ( as Kerry Burgess my official US Navy documents includes: departing overseas from USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, anchored in Monaco I returned to the continental United States and to Charleston South Carolina Naval Base for processing and honorable discharge from active duty US Navy AND premiere USA film "The Hunt for Red October" ) is 22166 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 22166 days
From 2/21/1997 ( Hubble Space Telescope repair mission - landing of the US space shuttle Discovery orbiter vehicle mission STS-82 AND for me after 05/10/2006: includes me Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-82 pilot astronaut and my 4th official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 10732 days
10732 = 5366 + 5366
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/12/1980 ( premiere USA TV series "Universe" ) is 5366 days
The Hunt For Red October (1984) - by Tom Clancy, author
excerpt, Chapter 7.
I took an astronomy course in my freshman year."
Mancuso stifled a groan. It was the first time he had ever heard this called easy, but on looking at Jones' figures and diagrams, it appeared that he had done it right. "Go on."
Jones pulled a Hewlitt Packard scientific calculator from his pocket and what looked like a National Geographic map liberally coated with pencil marks and scribblings. "You want to check my figures, sir?"
"We will, but I'll trust you for now. What's the map?"
"Skipper, I know it's against the rules an' all, but I keep this as a personal record of the tracks the bad guys use. It doesn't leave the boat, sir, honest. I may be a little off, but all this translates to a course of about two-two-zero and a speed of ten knots. And that aims him right at the entrance of Route One. Okay?"
"Go on." Mancuso had already figured that one. Jonesy was on to something.
"Well, I couldn't sleep after that, so I skipped back to sonar and pulled the tape on the contact. I had to run it through the computer a few times to filter out all the crap--sea sounds, the other subs, you know--then I rerecorded it at ten times normal speed." He set his cassette recorder on the chart table. "Listen to this, Skipper."
The tape was scratchy, but every few seconds there was a thrum. Two minutes of listening seemed to indicate a regular interval of about five seconds. By this time Lieutenant Mannion was looking over Thompson's shoulder, listening, and nodding speculatively.
"Skipper, that's gotta be a man-made sound. It's just too regular for anything else. At normal speed it didn't make much sense, but once I speeded it up, I had the sucker."
"Okay, Jonesy, finish it," Mancuso said.
"Captain, what you just heard was the acoustical signature of a Russian submarine. He was heading for Route One, taking the inshore track off the Icelandic coast. You can bet money on that, Skipper."
"Roger?"
"He sold me, Captain," Thompson replied.
Mancuso took another look at the course track, trying to figure an alternative. There wasn't any. "Me, too. Roger, Jonesy makes sonarman first class today. I want to see the paper work done by the turn of the next watch, along with a nice letter of commendation for my signature. Ron," he poked the sonarman in the shoulder, "that's all right. Damned well done!"
"Thanks, Skipper." Jones' smile stretched from ear to ear.
"Pat, please call Lieutenant Butler to the attack center."
Mannion went to the phones to call the boat's chief engineer.
"Any idea what it is, Jonesy?" Mancuso turned back.
The sonarman shook his head. "It isn't screw sounds. I've never heard anything like it." He ran the tape back and played it again.
Two minutes later, Lieutenant Earl Butler came into the attack center. "You rang, Skipper?"
"Listen to this, Earl." Mancuso rewound the tape and played it a third time.
Butler was a graduate of the University of Texas and every school the navy had for submarines and their engine systems. "What's that supposed to be?"
"Jonesy says it's a Russian sub. I think he's right."
"Tell me about the tape," Butler said to Jones.
"Sir, it's speeded up ten times, and I washed it through the BC-10 five times. At normal speed it doesn't sound like much of anything." With uncharacteristic modesty, Jones did not point out that it had sounded like something to him.
"Some sort of harmonic? I mean, if it was a propeller, it'd have to be a hundred feet across, and we'd be hearing one blade at a time. The regular interval suggests some sort of harmonic." Butler's face screwed up. "But a harmonic what?"
"Whatever it was, it was headed right here." Mancuso tapped Thor's Twins with his pencil.
"That makes him a Russian, all right," Butler agreed. "Then they're using something new. Again."
"Mr. Butler's right," Jones said. "It does sound like a harmonic rumble. The other funny thing is, well, there was this background noise, kinda like water going through a pipe. I don't know, it didn't pick up on this. I guess the computer filtered it off. It was real faint to start with--anyway, that's outside my field."
"That's all right. You've done enough for one day. How do you feel?" Mancuso asked.
"A little tired, Skipper. I've been working on this for a while."
"If we get close to this guy again, you think you can track him down?" Mancuso knew the answer.
"You bet, Cap'n! Now that we know what to listen for, you bet I'll bag the sucker!"
Mancuso looked at the chart table. "Okay, if he was heading for the Twins, and then ran the route at, say twenty-eight or thirty knots, and then settled down to his base course and speed of about ten or so...that puts him about here now. Long ways off. Now, if we run at top speed...forty-eight hours will put us here, and that'll put us in front of him. Pat?"
"That's about right, sir," Lieutenant Mannion concurred. "You're figuring he ran the route at full speed, then settled down--makes sense. He wouldn't need the quiet drive in that damned maze. It gives him a free shot for four or five hundred miles, so why not uncrank his engines? That's what I'd do."
"That's what we'll try and do, then. We'll radio in for permission to leave Toll Booth station and track this character down. Jonesy, running at max speed means you sonarmen will be out of work for a while. Set up the contact tape on the simulator and make sure the operators all know what this guy sounds like, but get some rest. All of you. I want you at a hundred percent when we try to reacquire this guy. Have yourself a shower. Make that a Hollywood shower--you've earned it--and rack out. When we do go after this character, it'll be a long, tough hunt."
"No sweat, Captain. We'll get him for you. Bet on it. You want to keep my tape, sir?"
"Yeah." Mancuso ejected the tape and looked up in surprise. "You sacrificed a Bach for this?"
"Not a good one, sir. I have a Christopher Hogwood of this piece that's much better."
Mancuso pocketed the tape. "Dismissed, Jonesy. Nice work."
"A pleasure, Cap'n." Jones left the attack center counting the extra money for jumping a rate.
"Roger, make sure your people are well rested over the next two days. When we do go after this guy, it's going to be a bastard."
"Aye, Captain."
"Pat, get us up to periscope depth. We're going to call this one into Norfolk right now. Earl, I want you thinking about what's making that noise."
"Right, Captain."
While Mancuso drafted his message, Lieutenant Mannion brought the Dallas to periscope-antenna depth with an upward angle on the diving planes. It took five minutes to get from five hundred feet to just below the stormy surface. The submarine was subject to wave action, and while it was very gentle by surface ship standards, the crew noted her rocking. Mannion raised the periscope and ESM (electronic support measures) antenna, the latter used for the broad-band receiver designed to detect possible radar emissions. There was nothing in view--he could see about five miles--and the ESM instruments showed nothing except for aircraft sets, which were too far away to matter. Next Mannion raised two more masts. One was a reed-like UHF (ultrahigh frequency) receiving antenna. The other was new, a laser transmitter. This rotated and locked onto the carrier wave signal of the Atlantic SSIX, the communications satellite used exclusively by submarines. With the laser, they could send high-density transmissions without giving away the sub's position.
"All ready, sir," the duty radioman reported.
"Transmit."
The radioman pressed a button. The signal, sent in a fraction of a second, was received by photovoltaic cells, read over to a UHF transmitter, and shot back down by a parabolic dish antenna towards Atlantic Fleet Communications headquarters. At Norfolk another radioman noted the reception and pressed a button that transmitted the same signal up to the satellite and back to the Dallas. It was a simple way to identify garbles.
The Dallas operator compared the received signal with the one he'd just sent. "Good copy, sir."
Mancuso ordered Mannion to lower everything but the ESM and UHF antennae.
Atlantic Fleet Communications
In Norfolk the first line of the dispatch revealed the page and line of the one-time-pad cipher sequence, which was recorded on computer tape in the maximum security section of the communications complex. An officer typed the proper numbers into his computer terminal, and an instant later the machine generated a clear text. The officer checked it again for garbles. Satisfied there were none, he took the printout to the other side of the room where a yeoman was seated at a telex. The officer handed him the dispatch.
The yeoman keyed up the proper addressee and transmitted the message by dedicated landline to COMSUBLANT Operations, half a mile away. The landline was fiber optic, located in a steel conduit under a paved street. It was checked three times a week for security purposes. Not even the secrets of nuclear weapons performance were as closely guarded as day-to-day tactical communications.
COMSUBLANT Operations
A bell went off in the operations room as the message came up on the "hot" printer. It bore a Z prefix, which indicated FLASH-priority status.
Z090414ZDECTOP SECRET THEOFM: USS DALLASTO: COMSUBLANTINFO: CINCLANTFLT//NOOOOO//REDFLEET SUBOPS1. REPORT ANOMALOUS SONAR CONTACT ABOUT 0900Z 7DEC AND LOST AFTER INCREASE IN REDFLEET SUB ACTIVITY. CONTACT SUBSEQUENTLY EVALUATED AS REDFLEET SSN/SSBN TRANSITING ICELAND INSHORE TRACK TOWARDS ROUTE ONE. COURSE SOUTHWEST SPEED TEN DEPTH UNKNOWN.2. CONTACT EVIDENCED UNUSUAL REPEAT UNUSUAL ACOUSTICAL CHARACTERISTICS. SIGNATURE UNLIKE ANY KNOWN REDFLEET SUBMARINE.3. REQUEST PERMISSION TO LEAVE TOLL BOOTH TO PURSUE AND INVESTIGATE. BELIEVE A NEW DRIVE SYSTEM WITH UNUSUAL SOUND CHARACTERISTICS BEING USED THIS SUB. BELIEVE GOOD PROBABILITY CAN LOCATE AND IDENTIFY.A lieutenant junior grade took the dispatch to the office of Vice Admiral Vincent Gallery. COMSUBLANT had been on duty since the Soviet subs had started moving. He was in an evil mood.
"A FLASH priority from Dallas, sir."
"Uh-huh." Gallery took the yellow form and read it twice. "What do you suppose this means?"
"No telling, sir. Looks like he heard something, took his time figuring it out, and wants another crack at it. He seems to think he's onto something unusual."
"Okay, what do I tell him? Come on, mister. You might be an admiral yourself someday and have to make decisions." An unlikely prospect, Gallery thought.
"Sir, Dallas is in an ideal position to shadow their surface force when it gets to Iceland. We need her where she is."
"Good textbook answer." Gallery smiled up at the youngster, preparing to cut him off at the knees. "On the other hand, Dallas is commanded by a fairly competent man who wouldn't be bothering us unless he really thought he had something. He doesn't go into specifics, probably because it's too complicated for a tactical FLASH dispatch, and also because he thinks that we know his judgment is good enough to take his word on something. 'New drive system with unusual sound characteristics.' That may be a crock, but he's the man on the scene, and he wants an answer. We tell him yes."
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Lindsey Graham
From Wikipedia
In 2014, Graham received a Bronze Star Medal for meritorious service as a senior legal adviser to the Air Force in Iraq and Afghanistan from August 2009 to July 2014, overseeing the detention of military prisoners.
From 3/26/1903 ( ) To 7/9/1955 ( ) is 19098 days
19098 = 9549 + 9549
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/25/1991 ( for me after 05/10/2006: an aviator in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground as United States Marine Corps chief warrant officer Kerry Wayne Burgess I was prisoner of war in Croatia ) is 9549 days
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/executive-order-43
From 8/8/1910 ( from Wikipedia: Kitty Oppenheimer ) To 7/9/1955 ( ) is 16406 days
16406 = 8203 + 8203
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/18/1988 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2), from my official enlisted US Navy records: during USA Armed Forces Expeditionary Operation Earnest Will with my personal participation and commendation - CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex (operator and advanced technician, UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance) - aboard the USS Wainwright CG-28 US Navy the United States Operation Praying Mantis ) is 8203 days
The Hunt for Red October (1990)
Quotes
Political Officer Ivan Putin: [Reading from a book belonging to Ramius, quoting the Bible] And the seventh angel poured his bowl into the air, and a voice cried out from heaven, saying: "It is done." A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world. And what's this? "I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds."
Captain Ramius: It is an ancient Hindu text, quoted by an American.
Political Officer Ivan Putin: An American?
Captain Ramius: Mmm. He invented the atomic bomb, and was later accused of being a communist.
From 10/15/1999 ( ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 9766 days
9766 = 4883 + 4883
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/17/1979 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Fantasy Island"::"Fountain of Youth" ) is 4883 days
Stargate SG-1
"Past and Present"
TV-series season 3 episode 11, 10/15/1999
(from internet transcript)
CARTER
Seems like some kind of mass amnesia, Sir.
O'NEILL
Huh?
CARTER
It happened to a friend of mine during the Gulf War. Her chopper went down and she was knocked out. When she came to, her memories and identity before the crash were gone.
O'NEILL
So everybody on this planet took a hit to the head?
CARTER
Well, no, Sir. I'm not sure what could cause something like amnesia on this scale.
TEAL'C
I have never before encountered such an occurrence.
ORNER
All of our elders are missing as well.
O'NEILL
You remember elders?
ORNER
Well, no, but there are photographs of them in every house.
WOMAN
The children are gone too.
From 11/23/1955 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Brave Eagle"::"Code of a Chief" ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 25798 days
25798 = 12899 + 12899
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/25/2001 ( premiere US TV series episode "The Simpsons"::"New Kids on the Blecch" ) is 12899 days
From 1/12/1997 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Simpsons"::"The Springfield Files" ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 10772 days
10772 = 5386 + 5386
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 8/1/1980 ( premiere USA film "The Final Countdown" ) is 5386 days
From 8/1/1980 ( premiere USA film "The Final Countdown" ) To 7/11/2026 ( ) is 16780 days
16780 = 8390 + 8390
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/22/1988 ( premiere USA TV series "Monsters" ) is 8390 days
The Final Countdown (1980)
US Navy chief petty officer: It's a code.
US Navy commander Thurman - USS Nimitz executive officer: Can you break it, Chief?
CPO: I think someone's putting us on.
Dan Thurman: Why?
CPO: Because I learned this code at Great Lakes. It's ancient!
The Simpsons
New Kids on the Blecch (2001)
Quotes
Admiral: The new administration is shutting down Project Boy Band.
Lt. Smash: Shutting it down? Permission to say that's crazy, sir?
Admiral: You won't say it's crazy when you see next week's issue of MAD magazine.
[seeing the boys in a toilet bowl being flushed by Alfred E. Nueman with the tagline "We Flush the Potty Posse"]
Lt. Smash: Oh, dear God.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 7:17 PM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 07/12/2026
