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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A True Love Story Part V

The nurse came in and slowly moved me away from the bed to check for any sign of life. Without a word she exited the room looking for the doctor on call. He entered with the nurse. They both checked for signs of life.
The doctor slowly turned, looked me in the eye, placed his hand on my right shoulder and said the words with as much compassion as possible, “I’m very sorry. She's gone.” I digested his words and began understanding the depth of our love. My heart didn’t break; it literally shattered into a million pieces. I turned towards Cathey and collapsed into her arms, crying uncontrollably.
Our thirty-year love affair was over.


Postscript: Seven years ago, today, I kissed her for the last time.I appreciate all the heartfelt comments from friends and family. Many tell me how sorry they are for the loss.For me, what would have been worse was hearing about through a text, email or at a reunion that she had died.And then finding out that I passed her house every time I went to Tulsa would have been unbearable. We were given a second chance to finish what we started thirty years ago. For that, I will always be grateful.



Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A True Love Story Part IV

Something had changed. There was something in the air which didn’t feel right. I hurried back into the hospital. The elevator took an eternity to reach the third floor. I rushed down the hallway with a sense of urgency and hesitancy. I entered the room; Cathey was standing to the left of the bed. She asked how I was. I never responded. Her labored breathing had stopped. “Cathey, how long has she been like this?” She heard the concern in my voice and saw the look of worry on my face. She moved closer to the bed; put her fingers on Debbie's right wrist checking for a pulse. She wanted to believe she felt one. I laid my hand on her warm chest; it wasn’t moving. The pain in her face was starting to subside. I believe Cathey said she was going to get a nurse. All I could do was rub her chest and stroke her hair. Tears started falling from my eyes.

Monday, July 18, 2016

A True Love Story Part III

Debbie is in good hands with the aide. I decided to get some air, purchase a coke and have a cigarette. I went to the store with one thought running through my mind, Is there anything else I can do for her?  Had I done everything I could for the “love of my life”? Would God sit by her side and let her live out her life on earth or whisper in her ear, take her hand, and guide her to heaven? I had no control over what was happening to her.

Cathey arrived at the hospital room at 8:50am. She’d been detained by her hubby who was coming home from Alaska after a three-month tour with the railroad. She called looking for me. I told her I was downstairs having a smoke but would be up in a few minutes. She said Deb is doing fine. My gut told me different.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

A True Love Story: Part II

July 20th, 2009 7:00 am I held her hand and kissed her face with the arrival of a sunny beautiful morning, hoping for a miracle. The shift change was in full swing. Staff checking in, charts being reviewed, doctors and nurses exchanging information; vital signs being verified. Debbie’s breathing is labored as it had been for the last twenty four hours. I never knew if each breath would be her last. The cancer is running its course through her beautiful body at a terrible pace. An aide came in to change the sheets and clean her up. She asked if I would like her to wash Debbie's hair. I pondered the thought for a minute looking at the love of my live and replied in a hushed, choked tone, “She would like that. How long will it take you to change her bed and wash her hair?” She said about fifteen minutes. I stepped out of the room and called her friend Cathey to get an estimated time of arrival. She assured me she would be at the hospital within thirty minutes.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

A True Love Story

I not only believe in true love, I was able to experience it twice. Once in high school and then thirty years later. Our second chance together only lasted seven months as her breast cancer returned and took her life. This is our story:

Where Have You Gone?

I remember those carefree days,
The girlish happy smile,
The  days of high school,
Where only our love mattered.
The bus rides to the games and back,
Trips to the river bridge where our thoughts were one,
The nights filled of passion in the truck,
The moonlight dancing off our sweat covered bodies.

Our paths parted in a sea of tears,
The hurt, the pain of the past,
Always just under the surface,
A flash of sunlight, a familiar smile met with pain and hostility.
The smile vanishes, the pain and hurt boil up,
Yet the feelings of love never lost only suppressed,


A trip to Tulsa,
A business card in a mailbox,
A phone call two weeks later and the past awakens,
The smile, the pain, the hurt, the memories;
pour in like a raging river out of its' banks.
Is it worth the chance?
Is it worth opening the heart again?
Is it worth another trip to the unknown?

The smile is the same,
The feelings of love spring up,
The past is forgotten,
The present and future are all that matter,
Or is it?

Seven months of life together,
We laugh, we cry, we love;
chasing children, sharing their lives,
Strawberry shake in the face,
Movies from a Galaxy long ago,
Steaks, chicken and seasonings,
grilled to perfection with love.

A snowball fight,
A walk in the white soft flakes,
A pause on the sidewalk,
We embrace, kiss long and deep
letting our bodies provide the warmth.

The diagnosis, it's back.
Consoling the daughters,
A call to the parents,
A call to the EMT'S,
The present and the future are slipping away.

The final hours of life,
Only the sounds of deep painful breathing.
The halls are silent,
Nothing but thoughts for thirty years circle.
The end is closing in,
The cancer is tracking its' deadly course.

A warm hand rubs a chest going cold,
The breathing has stopped.
The pain is flowing out of her face.
The Doctor comes in,
The verdict is quiet with compassion,
I'm so sorry, she's gone.
Where have you gone?

Life has come to a stop,
There is nothing that matters anymore.
A never forgotten love has been taken in the prime of life,
A bench in a cemetery with no one else around.

The tears pour uncontrollably,
We cry, “Where have you gone?”
A voice, soft and tender floats down,
“I'm fine.”
“Where have I gone?”
“Where there is no pain, no sadness."
"A place where the cancer has healed."
A place where mistakes of the past have been forgiven,
A place where I can look down to watch and help."
"A place where only love resides,
The place?"
"Heaven, that, is where I have gone.”

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Texas Rangers resurgence

Everyone is talking about the Red Sox, Orioles, Cubs, Tigers, Royals, Giants, Indians and Mets, but no one is talking about the team that is doing what it takes to not only win the division but the play-offs and possibly the World Series. Who is the team you might ask, the Texas Rangers. They might not be flashy or have the big name players, but what they do have is consistency. Watching the Rangers in the past, even when they went to the WS, I was never convinced they were a team to fear. You just knew they would find a way to lose no matter how heavy the line-up was packed with power hitters and fair pitchers. This is the most rounded group the Rangers and yes, Jeff Daniels has put together since the team moved from Washington. No longer do I wonder how they are going to lose a game, it's how are they going to win it. Last night was a perfect example. Down by five in the fifth and win the game by two, on the road. They are using every tool in the box: hitting, bunting, sacrifices, solid fielding, good starting pitching and a decent bullpen. This bunch of men are playing as a team, not as individuals. They will sacrifice themselves on the field or ride the bench until Bannister calls on them. Guys and gals, this is how the game is played.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Book Review

Great Page Turner! Shades of Catch 22—Australian style

Seldom do I use the term, “page turner.” It’s an overused cliché and when potential readers see that in the headline, they roll their eyes and think, “Must be a friend of the author,” then move on. Well, I’m not a friend of the author and I’d never heard of Bernard Clancy until I received an email inviting me to review this book. I’m glad I accepted the mission.

Most stories about Vietnam, whether they are fiction or non-fiction, center around the country that lost the most during the conflict, the US. This one centers around an interesting group of Australians, who, like their US brothers-in-arms, have signed up or were drafted for a one year tour.

They are drawn to the conflict to preserve national pride, travel to an exotic country and make some good money while serving. What they don’t realize is it’s not what they think it’s going to be.

The main character is Brian James “Donkey: Simpson. When he lands at Tan Son Nhut airport in Saigon, the first people he meets don’t welcome him to the conflict, the same words are spoken as a salutation, “You’ll be sorry.” A bit ominous isn’t it?

Now, you might think he’s headed into the bush or “in country.” Not the case. When he’s conscripted, one of his mates helps him fill out the form stating, “he was prolific in typing and shorthand.” This small oversight puts him in a situation he could never imagine in his wildest dreams or darkest nightmares.

He is assigned as the personal secretary to General, Big Al, the main stud at COMAF–Commander, Australian Force, Vietnam. From here he meets, Corporal Nickoli—antagonist, Major Swanker—antagonist, The Padre—roommate, Ned—his adventurous, horse trading mate and Jillydouble agent for the VC! There are a few more, such as the outlandish, General Cassidy of the CIA—does the name Colonel Flag ring a bell? Natasha–Cassidy’s assistant, twin sister to Jilly and VC double agent, General Dong of ARVN/VC and last but not least Jansen. Who he is, nobody knows; but his timing is impeccable when the heat is on.

Quite a cast of characters, don’t you think?

Let’s get the run-of-the-mill stuff out of the way. There is an excessive amount of drinking, dinking and cussing through the story. No big surprise there. We are constantly reminded of the oppressive heat and foul smells wafting through Saigon on a daily basis. There is some combat, but just enough to keep the story moving ahead and satisfying those who want to start their own body count and rice caches.

The real plot is “Operation Santa Claus.” The scheme is hatched by Big Al and his second-in-command. They suspect there is a spy in their midst and the only way to flush he/she out is to be careless with “Top Secret” information. The ploy works. The unwitting part is Donkey. This poor bloke has no idea that all eyes are on him. All he wants to do is serve his time, go back to his gal, Allison and pursue his career in journalism. A lot can happen in twelve months and believe me, it does.

There is also a sub-plot through the story. This is what I found the most fascinating. Like its predecessor, “Catch-22,” Mr. Clancy explores the madness of the War in Vietnam. Why are we fighting a war where the people we are fighting for, don’t care who wins or loses. Why are the folks back home condemning them for serving their country while they are supporting Ho Chi Minh? What is the point of Aussie mates dying for a cause they don’t understand and don’t want to?  Why does anyone or any country care what happens to South Vietnam? Bottom line, they don’t.

Therein lies the madness to the whole conflict. Add on top of that, “Winning hearts and minds,” while the allies and VC/NVA are destroying everything in sight, and the mind numbing bureaucratic army BS from both sides, you have entered either a very bad madhouse or worse, Rod Serling  is going to read your invocation and eulogy. Yeah, a bloody mess we’re in!

Donkey and his mates concern themselves with two primary thoughts: counting down the days to the “Freedom Bird,” and attempting to rejoin and be accepted by civilization. For many who did serve the second only happened after decades of being cajoled, shunned and humiliated for serving their country.  

Bottom line, this is one hell of a story. The first part drags a bit, but once I hit the 50% mark I couldn’t put it down. I was completely engrossed in the espionage plot and how it would affect each of the characters. Surprising is an understatement.

Last thought. Even though the title is “Best We Forget” and the main character echoes those thoughts in the end, “Lest We Never Forget” is the compelling message. 

Four-and-a-half stars

Amazon link: Best We Forget
            

Thursday, May 26, 2016

#Rangers to Build New Stadium

I’ve been following the news about the new cathedral and can’st sayI'm that excited. Why in the world do the Rangers need to build a one billion dollar cathedral? That is just 200 million short of Jerry’s Deathstar otherwise known as AT&T Stadium, Jerry World or home of the Dallas Cowpatties. Whoops. Cowboys.
Are the Rangers trying to rival Jones? Or is it the City of Arlington that thinks the ball team needs new digs? Why does the team need a new stadium? The current one is only twenty-two years old and in perfect condition. If you’ve ever been to a game there, you know there is NOTHING wrong with the existing structure.
So what are the fans and residents of Arlington being told? A retractable dome will add to the fan experience. The new stadium will protect fans from inclement weather and make sure that all games are played as scheduled. I think it was the mayor of Arlington who made the statement. Since I’m sure I didn’t put it in quotes.
I might be mistaken, but the Rangers have been averaging over 2 million fans per year since there World Series run. Can’t be an attendance problem. Oh wait, we do have the occasional severe thunderstorm and tornado that can spoil an evening. For those who don’t remember, several years back or maybe it was ten, a tornado was heading right at the Ballpark in Arlington. It did create a bit of commotion. However, we knew all day that the storms were coming and yet Texans took to the Ballpark knowing what might happen. So what is it? Honestly, I don’t have a f… ,need to clean it up, a clue!
Can you imagine, any of these clubs playing in a dome: Tigers, Royals, Indians, Dodgers, Yankees, Red Sox, Mets and a host of others. Personally, I cannot. I’ve never been a fan of the dome. Baseball is meant to be played outdoors, in the elements and if a game gets cancelled, then we have a doubleheader. Oh wait, baseball and the player’s union don’t want to play double-headers. And I thought it was so supposed to be about the fans. My mistake.
There was a time when actually relished a rain-out so we, the fans, could spend the entire day at the ballpark and have not a worry in the world. But then, that was before the MLB Player’s Association became the strongest union in the United States and the baseball commissioners tailored to the fans. Yep, those days are gone.
Look, the bottom line for me is this, if I want to go to a game when the temperature is 100 degrees and sweat my rear off in centerfield, that’s my choice. If I want to endure the North wind barreling through the stadium in April, to the point I’m stuck to my seat, again, that’s my choice.
So, do the Rangers and residents of Arlington really need to build this monstrosity? My vote is no!

Will it be nice when it’s finished in 2021? Damn well better be. 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

#Baseball #RangersvsTigers

It took a day or two to get over Wilson's crushing blow, Sunday. And DeShields added insult to injury. I must say, the Tigers are in one of those slumps that drives manager's wild. You're in the game and everything is looking good and then BAM, it falls apart so fast you don't know what to do. Verlander had a great outing till he got in a little trouble. Lowe took the mound and Comerica went silent three batters later. A 2-0 lead vanished! It was extremely disheartening to say the least. When Wilson made contact with that pitch, the question wasn’t would it make it out, the questions was, how far before it came down to Earth. That aside, I did feel a little better when the Rangers wound up on the other end of a grand slam Monday night. Not much, but a little. What does Detroit need to do? Nothing dramatic. This is the beauty of baseball. Remember where the Rangers were this time last year? Dead last and written off. I'm hoping the Tigers are in the same boat.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

#Baseball #RangersvsTigers

What can I say. This was a brutal loss. The Ranger's' bats have come alive. Even though Detroit showed a bit more excitement at the plate, Pelfry and the next five relievers came up extremely short. Five homers and ten runs. Not a good showing. What concerns me the most is how the Tiger batter's are reacting when they hit into an out of strike-out. The look of dejection and frustration is painted on each one of them. And when a play doesn't go there way then they decide to get fired up. EX: for those who didn't see it, J.D. Martinez bunted a ball that appeared to be foul in his eyes. Replay showed it stayed fair. Saltalamacchia picked the ball off the chalk, fired to 2nd for one then Odor calmly threw the ball to 1st for the double play. Where was J.D. Still standing at the plate complaining. Even Ausmus came out to plead the case, to no avail. If the Tigers want to get back to winning, someone in the clubhouse needs to hold a players only meeting and get these guys back on track.

#Baseball #Tigers/Rangers

Being a big Tigers/Rangers fan, I find myself between a rock and a hard place when they square off. Last night was no exception. Both teams have been on a slide. Both teams stack up evenly on paper and both have the capability to be contenders. Last night was an example of two pitchers dueling it out. Zimmerman looked good even though he gave up a few runs. Hamels. Well, Cole was definitely on his game. What I found aggravating was the stand in for Tom Grieves on Fox Sports SW1. What I can't handle is when an announcer believes they need to fabricate a story when there isn't one. Randall said something along the lines of "Hitters only hit pitcher's mistakes." Busby came right back, "That's not true. I know, because I use to pitch." That shut-up his co-host for a few minutes. Too bad it didn't last longer. Announcers need to get out of the way and let the game speak for itself! TV isn't radio. WE, the fans, can see what the hell is going on. WE don't need everything explained. What is most aggravating is this, I'm sure the Detroit media is bashing the Tigers over their lack luster offensive production. They should be commenting on how dominating Hamels was last night. He was lights out. Despite the home team going down, 5-0. I'm looking forward to the next two games. With luck, the Tigers can win this serious.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Book sale!!!!


All your favorites are priced from
$1.57 to $.99! Get them while the
sale lasts. LDDJ Enterprises

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Irving Titans potential new book cover #DallasCowboys #NFL

I've been wrestling with the current cover for the Irving Titans book. I kind of like this one, but I think it's over the top even though it does epitomize the story to a tee. All thoughts and comments are appreciated. 

It does put a whole new spin on deflate gate. 



I'm thinking more along the line of a full frontal . Charlene would be wearing a bodice with the football crushed between her assets. Would also have her hair flowing across her shoulders. 

What do you think? 

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Ladies, these plates were made with you in mind. Breast Cancer Month

In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month, we are offering these wonderful professional sports license plates. $20.00 plus $3.00 for shipping and handling. You can order online through my pay-pal, jdawson41@netzero.net. $5.00 will be donated to the Susan Komen foundation for each plate sold. 


 Order name: America's Team



Order name:Large Cowboy's Star

Order name: Cowboys

 We can do any team you choose with the above designs. 

ORDER YOURS TODAY!!! 

Shipping rates are for the lower 48 only. 

Purchase link: Paypal jdawson41@netzero.net




Friday, October 2, 2015

VAMPIRES FOR HALLOWEEN!!!!

It's that time of year again when the dark bodies will stalk the Earth and look for their unsuspecting prey. What better way to spend the time then with these great posters to scare the hell out of those who don't believe. They'll live to tell the tale. .


Meet Svetlana and Nikoli Romanov. 

Only $10.00 plus shipping!

Email for payment info. 

Sunday, September 27, 2015

NEW! Love interest from the Motherland. Welcome Elmira

Thank you answered to my letter!( Anyone remember me writing her??)
My name is Elmira! ( Giddy up, omm papa, omm papa mow, mow)
First, I'm sorry that did not answered earlier to your letter because I have no computer in home,( another closet dweller)
I will write to you from the computer on my work.
I'll write you every day, I promise, I promise, I promise!( Think she’ll keep her undying promises??)
The idea of online dating came to me unexpectedly. My girlfriend and I were sitting in a cafe drinking tea. My girlfriend said that now acquaintance on the Internet more and more popular among the people, and she met her husband on a dating site, her husband from Spain.
Now they have a daughter, and for them it is a great event!
2 weeks later my girlfriend and her husband are going to live in Spain. ( I believe we have a serious time line issue.)
Continue to talk about themselves. I do not have a profile on the Internet.
I am not registered in social networks, as I was never interested in it,
but I always dreamed of finding your other half! (Who’s half?)
Then my girlfriend suggested that I took advantage of dating.
She and I went to the agency and I considered several profiles, but I decided to write to you alone.
If it were not for my girlfriend, I never would have dared to take this step,
but thanks to her we can carry on dialogue.
Of course I'm a little confused and I do not even know what to write in the letter. (Pretty wordy for someone who hasn’t a clue what to write.)
I wish to tell you right away that I'm looking for in a man.
I hope for your honesty, because I'm looking for love and only serious relationship.
For me it is important that a man was kind, attentive and responsive.(And that my woman can pop a top and twirl a pole!)
I hope that these qualities do you have, and our goals can be matched.
I want to talk about themselves, so that we can learn more about each other.
I  live  in Russia, and later I will tell you about their city. I live in Penza. (That was quick. Thought she was going to wait until we were formally introduced.)
I have no children and I have never been married.
I hope you understand me correctly, and my English.
You can look at my picture to see my physique.
My height is 163 cm, weight 52 kg.
I have many interests.
I like to learn new things.
I have a good sense of humor. (Then she should love my responses. Time will tell
I think in the future you will be able to see this.
I was born October 21, I'm 33 years old.
My zodiac sign scales. (I missed that one on the Zodiac scale. Scales???)
What zodiac sign do you have?
I'll be happy to answer any questions that you are interested. (Do you and your girlfriend pole dance? Answer that and then we can move forward.)
I am very interested to know more about you, about your life, interests, and the country
in which you live??
If you are interested in our acquaintance, I am waiting for your letters and photographs
:-)
I have made a photo and video for you!! (Sadly, the video didn’t come across. Believe me when I say I will be requested this intimate exchange. She could be the one! ) I hope you will answer me!!

respectfully, Elmira.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

European log in info: cookieOptions = {...};'

Apparently I'm required to post a message concerning the cookies I use for those across the pond. I have no idea what it means or how it works but I've done my due diligence to inform visitors of European law and the wonderful world of google. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Hair Loss, Balding, Getting old. Gotta Love Life

Even though my hair is starting to fall out, I found three toothpicks strategically placed this morning. Good to know I have back-ups!

Friday, August 7, 2015

Book Signing Greenville, TX.

If you're in the Greenville, TX. area from one to three tomorrow, Robert Lamon, Kathryn Magge and myself will be at Hastings Books and Records Books and Records. A good time will be had by all. Today, October 24th from 1:00pm to 3:00pm. 






Stop by and get a signed copy!!!!

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Government Conspiracies. Science Fiction, Time Travel, Fourth Reich, Moscow, London, United Nations, Patriots

It's time for a sample chapter from the upcoming work, "Target Berlin"  Book three in the Gateway series. 

CHAPTER 2

THOR

SALZBURG MOUNTAINS

“Professor, report.”
“It works. The test produced satisfactory results. The weapon system carved out a perfect circle for two kilometers with no residue or debris. The engines were brought up to eighty percent with excellent results. We did detect some minor turbulence in the convertor cycle. The plutonium and uranium reactors showed no signs of instability. The amount of heat the plutonium generated was higher than anticipated, but with modifications I will bring all systems to one hundred percent.”
“How long will that take?”
“Two weeks, maximum. We understand most of the properties from the salvaged ship, but are still uncovering its mysterious. I do not want to damage any of the material.”
“Understood. When will it be ready for a test flight?”
“We can perform a test flight at any time, but I would feel more comfortable if both reactors are able to operate at maximum efficiency.”
“A wise choice, professor. Let me know when you’re ready.”
“Jawohl, Mein Führer!”


10 DOWNING STREET

“Prime Minister, the members of Parliament are awaiting your comments. You can delay no longer. I understand the gravity of the situation with our staunch U.S. partners, but we too have uncovered our own enemies. I’m glad Winston isn’t alive to see what he warned us would happen if we lost our way.”
“Minister, I too am pleased he’s dead. His words were true, but the country, though victorious, paid a terrible price with the victory. While other countries prospered and became gloated with the fruits of the victor, we fell deeper into economic ruin. We sold off or lost the majority of our overseas holdings. We became less than a stepchild at the table begging for scraps. Our proud nation was thrown to the cold and told to fend for ourselves. If we wouldn’t have thwarted the Luftwaffe in 1940, D-Day or any other combined allied offensive would have never appeared on the planning table. That aside, as the Labor Party did in 1945, it is now our time to clean house. I will address the House this afternoon. Make sure the Yard and Bobbi’s have been placed on notice. We don’t want any weasels sneaking off during the address.”
“Yes, Prime Minister, I’ll see to it.” 




White house, press room

Interim Speaker of the House, Lori Newton stepped up to the podium. “Settle down people.” She took a shallow breath. “Settle down. All of your questions will be answered once the President finishes his address.”
Before she could say another word, the reporters crashed her with questions. “What happened to Clark?” “Who’s running the country?” “Did Taylor know of the plot?” “What are your qualifications to be Speaker?” “Is this another political ploy for a power play?” “Why are their armed guards in the room?” She never wavered with the assault. The one question she heard loud and clear was, “What are your qualifications to be Speaker of the House?” It was simple math when one broke it down. Despite being a junior representative, she was one of the few left standing. But it was more than that. She… “I’ll answer that question.” She looked to her left as the crowd calmed down. “Because I trust her. Unlike many of you in this room, she shoots from the hip and doesn’t muddy the water with the boring, lofty rhetoric we’ve become too accustomed to hearing.”
Lori didn’t think twice as he entered the room. “Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States.”
“Thank you, Speaker Newton.” He glanced about the room as reporters and cameras pointed lenses and microphones his way. It was the first press conference where he felt each device was a weapon preparing to bring him down. He approached the podium flanked by two Marines.
“I have a brief statement to make and then I’ll answer any and all questions. First, the Pentagon and Washington Monument were not struck by a meteorite. They were destroyed by a magnetic resonance weapon that was installed in the lower basements of the Pentagon. The weapon was designed by Professor’s Leonoid Skorzenzy and Gerhardt Blücher. Its sole purpose was to eliminate the current government and replace it with a Fourth Reich. The accidents in Kansas, Black Water Falls and Atlantic City were not accidents. They were targets of the rogue group. Senator Washburn did not die of a heart attack or stroke. He was summarily shot for treason against the United States.” Sounds of gasps rippled through the report’s pool. “All of the missing members from Congress and the Pentagon who perished in the blast were found to be sympathizers with the coup. I have heard from the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. It is my understanding that they too have identified a group of sympathizers. He will be addressing the issue tomorrow. I, and Vice-President Powell, are running the government to the best of our abilities. We have been in touch with all the governors of each state and are working on having new elections for the vacant seats. Any man or woman wanting to run for public office will endure a grueling interrogation before being allowed to fill out an application.
In regards to the question concerning the current Speaker of the House, Miss Lori Newman, I appointed her because I trust her and she’s a personal friend with unquestionable qualifications and references.” He stepped back, taking a drink of water.
 “Why are there armed guards in the room? Because over a dozen of you have been identified as collaborators with the defunct organization. Major McMillan, do the honors.”
“Yes, sir.  When I call your name, you will stand up: McKelly, Ransford, Simmons, Daily, Wallace, Reuter, Allison, Sloan, Fernandez and Rodriguez.” No one stood up. The Major moved from behind the podium and approach the pool. “People, we know who you are. You can stand up and face your judgment peacefully, or we will use force.” One by one the accused stood up, all but one. Consuelo Rodriguez wasn’t going to go quietly. She leaned down, rummaging in her purse; removed a .38 caliber pistol, stood up and raised the pistol towards the President. She died instantly from the bullet, one of the Marines fired. It entered her skull, imploding it. Those standing near her were showered with brain, bone and blood.
Taylor never wavered. He took his place back at the podium. “You nine have been found guilty of crimes against the United States Government. You have been sentenced to death. Major, escort them out. The room exploded with cat calls and cries of injustice. Two M-16’s silenced the crowd as the soldiers fired a volley into the ceiling. “Major, escort them out, now!”
“Yes, sir.”
He looked back at the shaken assembly. “Are there any questions?” He paused as no hands or calls came his way. “Before you ask an irrelevant question, think real hard about the consequences. Play time is over. The days of political posturing vaporized two weeks ago at the Pentagon. It’s time to turn the country back over to the people and let them know they will no longer be the silent minority. They will be the vocal majority. The new government will work for the people and not their own self serving interests. The days of special interests groups, influencing Congress, are over. No longer will Congress pass useless legislation that provides the façade they are working. It will become an honor and a job. When you come to Washington, you will roll up your sleeves and prepare to work for the common good of the country and not the individual. For too long, five-hundred and fifty-four men and women have decided the fate of over three hundred million. We are going to put the law back in the courts and eliminate judges would believe they are above the law. Supreme Court Justices will not be life-long appointments. They will be replaced at age sixty-five. No exceptions. Military contracts will no longer become a black hole. When a project is put out for bid, it will be built for the agreed amount, not a penny more. The days of wasteful spending are done. Employees of the government are no longer immune from being fired or replaced. It’s time to run the country like a business. It is time for full accountability on all fronts.” He stepped back, watching the shocked crowd scribble frantic notes on their pads. He took another drink. “Are there any questions of importance and relevance to what I’ve said?” A lone hand shot up.
“Yes.”
“Don Johnson, with the Washington Post. Are we to understand the United States is now a police state?” Taylor reached into his coat pocket, removing a piece of paper. His eyes scanned the names. “No, Mr. Johnson. We are bringing law and order back to our country.”
“And how will you do that? Can we expect storm troopers to visit us in the wee hours of the morning and be whisked off to the FEMA camps?”
“Mr. Johnson, you failed to add sir, to the end of your question. Before I answer, I have a question for you. As a student at Harvard, is it not true you were a member of The Freedom Fighters for All, a group known to sympathize with Anti-Semitic activities? Is it not true you took part in rallies to evict Jews from the campus? Is it not also true that you not only attend underground KKK meetings but are a card carrying member?”
“I believe you’re avoiding my question, SIR.” Johnson fired back.
“NO, SIR! I’m addressing the question. How your name didn’t make the list I do not know. But the people who just died were ardent members of the aforementioned organizations. Would you like to join them?” Johnson down.
“Any other questions?”
“Mr. President, Steve Rawlings, Tulsa Tribune. When will the elections take place?”
“As I stated earlier, we are talking to the governors of each state concerning the process.”
“Mr. President, Ian McClarry, Boston Globe. What will happen to our colleagues who were just arrested?”
“They will be shot today for treason.”
“Mr. President, Ruth Truman, Connecticut Chronicle. With the demise of the majority of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, who’s running the military?”
“Admiral Kinkaid and his staff are handling those duties. In the coming weeks, there will be more appointees after a thorough background check is performed on each candidate.”
“Mr. President, Aaron Walden, Austin News. Has the threat been completely neutralized or are there other members not accounted for?”
He took a long drink of water, than bowed his head. His tone became somber.
“Mr. Walden, I wish I could answer that question. I pray to God Almighty that that is the case.” then paused. “People, it has been a trying two weeks and there is much more work to do in the coming months. I’m tired and need some rest. We will call another press conference in a week or two. Thank you for coming.” It was the first time in the history of Presidential Press Conferences, where as he exited, the pool didn’t pepper him with more questions. They stood in silence as he left the room.


Salzburg mountains

Professor Helmut Goebbels II watched over the crew as they extracted another piece of metal from the ship. Despite his best efforts he was never able to ascertain the origin of the foreign material. It was impervious to every test he conducted: heat, cold, explosives and lasers could not penetrate the molecular structure. What they did discover, despite its dense properties, it was the most malleable material he’d encountered. It was easily manipulated and fabricated. When welded, it only required a light touch from the technician. He was fascinated how it could adapt to the desired shape, yet when handled incorrectly it took on characteristics of intelligence by lashing out and injuring or killing the workers. He no longer cared what universe or planet the machine came from, his only concern was using its technology to build the most devastating weapon on Earth, and that, he’d achieved. The piece was successfully removed from the host.
“Take it to the plutonium reactor. We need to increase the shield depth.”
“Jawohl, Herr Professor.”
He watched the crew ascend into his masterpiece. His leader wanted a machine unlike any other. He wanted a power which would bring the world to its knees to finish the plans their forefathers started so many decades ago. Thor was the answer. The ship was three times the size of its forerunner, the GO-229. What a shame it didn’t come on line earlier. The RAF and Eight Air Force would have been cleansed from the skies, sparing many cities from all but total annihilation during the air campaigns of the 1940’s. The thought sickened him. His teachers drilled into his head the consequences of failure with the pictures and film of the Hamburg Firestorm and the desolate moonscape of Cologne. His anger boiled. Yes, they could have stopped the Americans and British, but what about the Russians? Their air force proved futile during the Red advance over his beloved Fatherland. The mass rapes and senseless killings of his countrymen fueled his fire. Striking Moscow first would be a fitting retribution. His thoughts of revenge were rudely interrupted from his comm. headset
“Professor, we have a problem with the fitting. Could you please join us?”
“Yes, I’ll be right there.” He smiled as he walked into his creation, thinking of the retributions to befall their enemies.  

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