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Together Again - Buildup to a disaster
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The touch was gentle as a tear rolled down her cheek. She tucked in the satin blanket around little Timmy. Steve held her as they worked together getting ready for the service. All they had for the casket was an oak drawer with a cabinet door as the lid.
Every one of the southern neighbors stood with them for strength. The service lasted about twenty minutes and then the grave was covered over. Steve tamped down the soil and folder over the grass. Just yesterday Timmy was just trying to crawl. He thought about how everything was normal just 24 hours ago.
The canned baby food looked and smelled normal. Timmy didn’t complain and for the rest of the afternoon he was on the move. He was fussy for dinner and didn’t eat or drink. The vomiting started around 8 PM and his fever was intense. Cold towels and even a bath in cold water didn’t help the fever. The medical supplies didn’t help and bloody diarrhea only made it worse. Timmy stopped breathing around 11:15 PM. Tina held him close to her for hours; she cleaned him up and dressed him in his play clothes. She talked gently to him the entire time and other than tears, she looked herself. She had to be strong.
Steve felt the breeze hit his face and realized his son was gone. The walk back to the barn cleared his mind, and he put the shovel away. He went home to comfort his wife.
The other adults were inspecting jars, cans and dried food. A few cans were found to be rusty, or dented, but none were leaking or swelling. “One bad can or something else killed Timmy”, said one of the Moms breastfeeding her baby girl. They got on the radio and shared the findings. Canned foods need to be over cooked to be safe. The other groups acknowledged and started to inspect the long term food supplies. Evening came and families pulled away from others to be with the newborns.
Fear gripped them all, was this a new disease that will take the young or the weak?
A new day came and no one else was sick or showing any weakness.
The inspections moved to checking the water supplies. Raw water was filtered, boiled and then run through a big Berkley water filter system. Everything looked clean and then they found it. No one had ever cleaned or inspected the valve on the clean side of the container. The water valve was on the clean side and no one though it could get dirty.
Steve took that assembly apart on his unit. Everyone touched that valve to fill cups, pots or to fill canteens. The flip lever unscrews and the upside down hat that acts as the valve was covered with slime. He inspected the spout, and the slime followed the tub that went into the clean water area. They checked the other Berkley filters and they did not have the slime buildup. The others were cleaned and put back together.
Timmy’s water source was from the dirty valve. Somehow that slime was what made him ill. Who got it dirty, didn’t matter, it just happened. Not long ago, they could have had an answer to what that slime was. Those days won’t be back for some time. Every attempt to maintain good hygiene up to this event had worked. One little simple valve, that no one even thought about, was the probable source of death.
Steve rested his head in his hands, and cried.
“Anyone ever build a dam?” was the question of the day. Not a yes was heard. On a dry erase board, the plan for an earthen dam, to flood 40 acres of bottom land was laid out. Roger was creating new ways to kill us! He stated, “The lake would be a more reliable source of water and give us a larger site to raise fish. Half a mile north was a 200 foot wide choke point that would be a perfect site for the dam. Two months from now, the dam will be done”.
“What tasks are we going to put off,” came from a ladies voice beyond the doorway.
“None, I’m going to use explosives for most of the hard work. The backhoe will move, compact and grade the earth” laughed Roger. “Courtsey of Uncle Sam!”
The touch was gentle as a tear rolled down her cheek. She tucked in the satin blanket around little Timmy. Steve held her as they worked together getting ready for the service. All they had for the casket was an oak drawer with a cabinet door as the lid.
Every one of the southern neighbors stood with them for strength. The service lasted about twenty minutes and then the grave was covered over. Steve tamped down the soil and folder over the grass. Just yesterday Timmy was just trying to crawl. He thought about how everything was normal just 24 hours ago.
The canned baby food looked and smelled normal. Timmy didn’t complain and for the rest of the afternoon he was on the move. He was fussy for dinner and didn’t eat or drink. The vomiting started around 8 PM and his fever was intense. Cold towels and even a bath in cold water didn’t help the fever. The medical supplies didn’t help and bloody diarrhea only made it worse. Timmy stopped breathing around 11:15 PM. Tina held him close to her for hours; she cleaned him up and dressed him in his play clothes. She talked gently to him the entire time and other than tears, she looked herself. She had to be strong.
Steve felt the breeze hit his face and realized his son was gone. The walk back to the barn cleared his mind, and he put the shovel away. He went home to comfort his wife.
The other adults were inspecting jars, cans and dried food. A few cans were found to be rusty, or dented, but none were leaking or swelling. “One bad can or something else killed Timmy”, said one of the Moms breastfeeding her baby girl. They got on the radio and shared the findings. Canned foods need to be over cooked to be safe. The other groups acknowledged and started to inspect the long term food supplies. Evening came and families pulled away from others to be with the newborns.
Fear gripped them all, was this a new disease that will take the young or the weak?
A new day came and no one else was sick or showing any weakness.
The inspections moved to checking the water supplies. Raw water was filtered, boiled and then run through a big Berkley water filter system. Everything looked clean and then they found it. No one had ever cleaned or inspected the valve on the clean side of the container. The water valve was on the clean side and no one though it could get dirty.
Steve took that assembly apart on his unit. Everyone touched that valve to fill cups, pots or to fill canteens. The flip lever unscrews and the upside down hat that acts as the valve was covered with slime. He inspected the spout, and the slime followed the tub that went into the clean water area. They checked the other Berkley filters and they did not have the slime buildup. The others were cleaned and put back together.
Timmy’s water source was from the dirty valve. Somehow that slime was what made him ill. Who got it dirty, didn’t matter, it just happened. Not long ago, they could have had an answer to what that slime was. Those days won’t be back for some time. Every attempt to maintain good hygiene up to this event had worked. One little simple valve, that no one even thought about, was the probable source of death.
Steve rested his head in his hands, and cried.
“Anyone ever build a dam?” was the question of the day. Not a yes was heard. On a dry erase board, the plan for an earthen dam, to flood 40 acres of bottom land was laid out. Roger was creating new ways to kill us! He stated, “The lake would be a more reliable source of water and give us a larger site to raise fish. Half a mile north was a 200 foot wide choke point that would be a perfect site for the dam. Two months from now, the dam will be done”.
“What tasks are we going to put off,” came from a ladies voice beyond the doorway.
“None, I’m going to use explosives for most of the hard work. The backhoe will move, compact and grade the earth” laughed Roger. “Courtsey of Uncle Sam!”
Great update! Keep 'em coming!EvilBlackGun
Master
Who ...
... assures that the satellites keep working ?? Or will we get to that ?? How will explosives move earth into / onto the dam site?? EBG
... assures that the satellites keep working ?? Or will we get to that ?? How will explosives move earth into / onto the dam site?? EBG
- Jan 12, 2012
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Longbow, I see how that can of rotten sauerkraut affected your thinking! 
A pleasure to read as always!
A pleasure to read as always!
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Three engineers and two helicopter maintenance specialists joined our little pocket of “normality”. All five are women and were itching to leave Dayton. They all volunteered when they heard Roger and his wife needed help to blow stuff up and that sounded more fun that the predictable routine at Dayton. They were also tired of being restricted to the base and seeing the same faces every day.
Dayton had named us Firebase Hoosier. They blamed us for the forest fire that started out our way and burned all the way to West Virginia. At first we thought they were joking, but the five ladies sounded serious. They said the CO has never liked Indiana, and was a diehard Ohio fan.
They can’t be that mad, because they left another Blackhawk with us at the Southern Neighbors.
Two other helicopters delivered fuel, supplies, explosives and vegetarian mre’s and flew back with the crew from the other Blackhawk. The vegetarian style mre’s were our punishment from the CO; at least they are better than fruit cake.
“We actually like the vegetarian mre’s”, said Anne with nods and then laughter from the other four. “Mix in some deer meat and the food is passable”, said the youngest of the five. Two cans of chicken were carried out from the kitchen, opened and mixed into several mre’s. Poured over boiled rice it turned into a decent meal . Roger tried some of the mix and went over to the radio and told Dayton to send over more of those “tasty” mre’s.
The response was just as funny. The radio operator said they would send more over with the next supply flight. He warned, if word gets out, the entire supply of those hated mre’s would be shipped our way with all the resources they could spare. No one told him we have pallets of canned chicken to add to the mre’s. That secret will remain until an important trade is needed.
Until living arrangements are figured out, the ladies will be living in a field tent they brought with them. Each brought enough personal gear for an extended stay. At the moment, the gear is piled next to the tent. They were all business and no time was wasted on blowing up stuff. The engineers went to work to excavate with explosives the trench that the dam will be piled on. Four explosions later, two very dirty ladies with smiles came back asking for a place to take a bath. While they cleaned up, we checked out the craters from the road. Those two engineers are artists of the explosives trade!
The rest of the evening was spent getting to know the new residents at a campfire behind the house. The sentries at the expanded observation posts were rotated on a faster basis so they could say hello. By then time the gathering was over, it was obvious the five were just as interested in being moms as being in the military.
The general alarm was sounded at 2 AM and a large group of sleepy people jumped into action, grabbed some guns and gear. The alarm was not for an attack or drill, but out of surprise that a BBC station could be heard on the shortwave radio. The radio room and the hallway were filled with people listening to the news.
They were broadcasting from the Swiss Alps. The news was not much different than what the USA had endured. Death, destruction, starvation and now rebuilding were taking place at that country. 700,000 people survived in Switzerland and industry was restarting. The survival rate was almost 10%. That is 300% higher than the survival estimates for the USA. Talk went back to the destruction in Europe. Things were much worse outside of Switzerland. Whole areas are without any people and the Swiss are spreading out to reclaim the land and industry. Russia is almost completely devoid of life. They said two airports are open and they have jet fuel to refill any planes land. The broadcast drifted into needed supplies and items they can trade. Gold, silver and other critical items are the currency they are looking to use.
The broadcast tone shifted and they talked about a UN takeover attempt. A group tried to take over Geneva and restart the United Nations and form a world recovery government. The Swiss people had no interest and put a stop to it. That battle lasted for about a week and the UNer’s were defeated and driven out of the country. The UNer’s wanted to force the Swiss to be the seat of the world government and force all the people to follow their leadership.
The signal faded and slowly the tired souls went back to bed.
An unusual discovery was being by the creek. In the last few days, a large cat traveled down the creek and continued heading east. Either a pet or a zoo animal is free and that adds a new element to what the OP’s are watching. The threat of being eaten by a large cat was just not something we wanted to think about. The other groups were warned and children and young adults were not going into the woods or tall grass without a spotter. Everyone old enough to carry a weapon was back at it again. In the house, the barn or outside, it didn’t matter.
An idea for a meat covered claymore was joked about as a way to get rid of the large cat. John said it would be easier to use an AT-4 on it. Anne said she could rig a bomb on a rope and cover it with meat. When the cat grabs it and pulls on the meat; boom, no more large cat. It was agreed all three ideas should be tired because those skills could come in handy for other problems that might develop.
Roger and Anne talked about the dam project. Eleven workers were in our group to build the dam to raise more fish and construct a water wheel to power some simple equipment and grind grain. In a few months we will be back to the 1840’s! Roger had always said he was a fan of the mill that was preserved at Spring Mill State Park. He is going to build a copy with a few modern twists. He drew a water ram and said this is the trick to make the mill much more productive.
Anne explained how she was using timers on the explosions to blow most of the dirt and debris to each side of the trench. It was amazing to see the a few milliseconds of delay can save hours of labor on the cleanout. The limestone that will serve as the footer for the dam was only six feet down. The explosions had fractured some of the layers of limestone. With some swings of a maul, and with some lifting we will have an ample supply of building stones.
In a few more days the real work of mounding, compacting and mounding again the earthen dam will start.
Dayton sent some orders for a survey of the wind turbines near North of Purdue University. They said most of them are missing blades, but the generators 200 feet above ground should still be in good shape. They have come up with an idea to spin the shafts of the generator with water power. The only problem is finding a heavy lift crane, a skilled operator, and a crew to remove it. After that, locating a heavy truck and enough fuel to haul them to a site still has to be worked out.
Three engineers and two helicopter maintenance specialists joined our little pocket of “normality”. All five are women and were itching to leave Dayton. They all volunteered when they heard Roger and his wife needed help to blow stuff up and that sounded more fun that the predictable routine at Dayton. They were also tired of being restricted to the base and seeing the same faces every day.
Dayton had named us Firebase Hoosier. They blamed us for the forest fire that started out our way and burned all the way to West Virginia. At first we thought they were joking, but the five ladies sounded serious. They said the CO has never liked Indiana, and was a diehard Ohio fan.
They can’t be that mad, because they left another Blackhawk with us at the Southern Neighbors.
Two other helicopters delivered fuel, supplies, explosives and vegetarian mre’s and flew back with the crew from the other Blackhawk. The vegetarian style mre’s were our punishment from the CO; at least they are better than fruit cake.
“We actually like the vegetarian mre’s”, said Anne with nods and then laughter from the other four. “Mix in some deer meat and the food is passable”, said the youngest of the five. Two cans of chicken were carried out from the kitchen, opened and mixed into several mre’s. Poured over boiled rice it turned into a decent meal . Roger tried some of the mix and went over to the radio and told Dayton to send over more of those “tasty” mre’s.
The response was just as funny. The radio operator said they would send more over with the next supply flight. He warned, if word gets out, the entire supply of those hated mre’s would be shipped our way with all the resources they could spare. No one told him we have pallets of canned chicken to add to the mre’s. That secret will remain until an important trade is needed.
Until living arrangements are figured out, the ladies will be living in a field tent they brought with them. Each brought enough personal gear for an extended stay. At the moment, the gear is piled next to the tent. They were all business and no time was wasted on blowing up stuff. The engineers went to work to excavate with explosives the trench that the dam will be piled on. Four explosions later, two very dirty ladies with smiles came back asking for a place to take a bath. While they cleaned up, we checked out the craters from the road. Those two engineers are artists of the explosives trade!
The rest of the evening was spent getting to know the new residents at a campfire behind the house. The sentries at the expanded observation posts were rotated on a faster basis so they could say hello. By then time the gathering was over, it was obvious the five were just as interested in being moms as being in the military.
The general alarm was sounded at 2 AM and a large group of sleepy people jumped into action, grabbed some guns and gear. The alarm was not for an attack or drill, but out of surprise that a BBC station could be heard on the shortwave radio. The radio room and the hallway were filled with people listening to the news.
They were broadcasting from the Swiss Alps. The news was not much different than what the USA had endured. Death, destruction, starvation and now rebuilding were taking place at that country. 700,000 people survived in Switzerland and industry was restarting. The survival rate was almost 10%. That is 300% higher than the survival estimates for the USA. Talk went back to the destruction in Europe. Things were much worse outside of Switzerland. Whole areas are without any people and the Swiss are spreading out to reclaim the land and industry. Russia is almost completely devoid of life. They said two airports are open and they have jet fuel to refill any planes land. The broadcast drifted into needed supplies and items they can trade. Gold, silver and other critical items are the currency they are looking to use.
The broadcast tone shifted and they talked about a UN takeover attempt. A group tried to take over Geneva and restart the United Nations and form a world recovery government. The Swiss people had no interest and put a stop to it. That battle lasted for about a week and the UNer’s were defeated and driven out of the country. The UNer’s wanted to force the Swiss to be the seat of the world government and force all the people to follow their leadership.
The signal faded and slowly the tired souls went back to bed.
An unusual discovery was being by the creek. In the last few days, a large cat traveled down the creek and continued heading east. Either a pet or a zoo animal is free and that adds a new element to what the OP’s are watching. The threat of being eaten by a large cat was just not something we wanted to think about. The other groups were warned and children and young adults were not going into the woods or tall grass without a spotter. Everyone old enough to carry a weapon was back at it again. In the house, the barn or outside, it didn’t matter.
An idea for a meat covered claymore was joked about as a way to get rid of the large cat. John said it would be easier to use an AT-4 on it. Anne said she could rig a bomb on a rope and cover it with meat. When the cat grabs it and pulls on the meat; boom, no more large cat. It was agreed all three ideas should be tired because those skills could come in handy for other problems that might develop.
Roger and Anne talked about the dam project. Eleven workers were in our group to build the dam to raise more fish and construct a water wheel to power some simple equipment and grind grain. In a few months we will be back to the 1840’s! Roger had always said he was a fan of the mill that was preserved at Spring Mill State Park. He is going to build a copy with a few modern twists. He drew a water ram and said this is the trick to make the mill much more productive.
Anne explained how she was using timers on the explosions to blow most of the dirt and debris to each side of the trench. It was amazing to see the a few milliseconds of delay can save hours of labor on the cleanout. The limestone that will serve as the footer for the dam was only six feet down. The explosions had fractured some of the layers of limestone. With some swings of a maul, and with some lifting we will have an ample supply of building stones.
In a few more days the real work of mounding, compacting and mounding again the earthen dam will start.
Dayton sent some orders for a survey of the wind turbines near North of Purdue University. They said most of them are missing blades, but the generators 200 feet above ground should still be in good shape. They have come up with an idea to spin the shafts of the generator with water power. The only problem is finding a heavy lift crane, a skilled operator, and a crew to remove it. After that, locating a heavy truck and enough fuel to haul them to a site still has to be worked out.
grunt soldier
Master
good stuff brother!
Well, gee.... I USED to have a radio crane card.... Not quite the same aminal... but I might could figure out how to lift some windmill heads....
