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(Echo 18 may also have an opinion.)

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Disclaimer: any or all of these works may be considered vulgar, obscene, profane, blasphemous and/or seditious based on your personal beliefs and local law. I generally avoid profanity in story titles but make no promises about content. Particular warning is given to, in the immortal words of George Carlin:


  • Muslim fundamentalists
  • Christian fundamentalists including LDS
  • Jewish fundamentalists
  • just plain guys from Montana
  • angry men in combat fatigues
  • anyone talking to God on a two-way radio
  • especially anyone muttering incoherent slogans about freedom


FICTION



Itty Bitty Bigger World | utopian

A glittering Utopia and the last would be Tyrant. (+SPOILER!) And Alan was there, too. #And so was a KittenBot! (-spoiler) Mew!#

Introducing SanSan | Good Morning | Search & Rescue | Jameson Creek LZ | Recovery (+"Unusual Event" snip NSFW?) | Spammed | Scrambled | Flushed | Sacramento River (-3 years) | Light My Fire | Hook Up | Strike Commit | Construction (-10 y) | Hardly Cover | Northbound aka S***y In The City | Suntan Lotion | Hanging In |

The Last War DETOUR (-7 y, 1 of 4) | Driving Home (-7 y, 2 of 4) | A Spot of Bother (-7 y, 3 of 4) | Russian Home (-7 y, 4 of 4) |

Speed Run | Hands Up! | Splashdown | Protocol | IBBW FAQs | Public Food Dispensers | The Interview | Even Steven | Not My Day | Resuscitation | Death | Simply Not Allowed | ^*^ Pounce! | Waking Up (-25 y) DARK | ^*^ No Mugging My Human! (-5 y) | Waking Up Alive | On Trial | Civil Intelligence | Civil Intelligence? | Intrasystem Geography | Unpacking On The Run | Network Integrity Solutions | Cut No SLAC | Armageddon Sick Of This | BART Rage | ^*^ To The Rescue! | BART Rage (cont)

Guardians of the Emirate | religious space opera

Trapped between vicious interstellar empires, low on technology, high on Inshallah... and the Emir's last best hope for the survival of his people is a Guardian. If she survives.

A Guardian of the Emirate | Training Day | Street Theater| A Day Without A Christian | in the shelter, after Ayers Rock | Hail Mary | Missile Bait | Change of Command (snippet) ... 18312 words

Global[l] War of Terror | dystopian
FAQ

In post Firecracker America, we are all united by one thing. Fear. And divided by nothing. Or else.


Global War Of Terror - Push The Button begins with Door to Door Inferno | Main Premises | First Convoy | Charity & Grace | Mass Transit | Far Forward | A Short Walk | Cleanup | Self Storage Stupidity | Rescue & Recovery | Overrun | The Sea Is Made Of Tears | "To Sort" | Screaming | Signage | Supply Run | Burn Ward | Resolute Acceptance | Reverse Burglary | Stairwell | Sentry | Devil's Advocate | Pink Terror | Processing Feelings | Equal & Opposite Critical Analysis | No Hostage Facility | A Day At The Races | Shopping Trip | Wired Up | Walking The Line | Night Terror | Week One | Data Center | False Alarm | Animal Control | In The Breach | Punji Stick | Bulletproof | Devout | Solicitors | Montage | Baked Roll | Connection Lost | Connection Restored | Reality Check | Judgment Day | Four Minutes | Firecracker Day | Bleach Blanket Bingo | Internal Disturbance | Fallout | Stop CPR | Day Off | Facilities Black | Single Casualty | Portion Control | Temporary Housing & Campus Rules | Package Delivery | A Tiny Problem | Station One | RT & SF ROE | Vision Of Peace | Lock On | Operation Straightleg | Preparedness | Flashback | Atrocity Training | Drill Bit | 5150 Post SF | A Day In The Life Of A Guard | Unknown Type Fire | Crunchy Roll | Mass Causality | Panic | Rolling Hot | Forever Young | Stretcher Bearer | Perimeter Raid | Street Cleaning | Nightmare 2 | Armistice | Order 66 | Just A Taste | Slow Roll | Hanged Man | Ridin[g] Dirty | Consolidation | Consolidation 2 | N: Ringside Seat | Run and Gun | Night Watch | Paging Mr. Molotov | N: Raid 17 | Special Relationship | Code Silver | Take Out | Tooby Brap | Kill House | Driver's Ed | N: Hangar Bay | Dossier | "I shot a man in Reno" | Rendition | Busted | A Hard Call | Audit | Greyhound | Loss Prevention | F--- S--- Up | Observation | Shore Party | Dying Is Easy, Living Is Hard | F--- Me What? | School's In | N: Direct Commission | Ethics | Dirty Mercs | Infirm Moment | OB / GYN | Workplace Medical Coverage | Threat Assessment | Nightmare Fuel | N: Intercept | Trash Duty | First They Came For | Addition In Infinities | Safe Place | Hail Mary | Hot Load | Rest Stop | Vapor Lock | Witness | Jungo | Nightmare | N: Coastal Action | Winning | Bikers | Night Moves | Force Majeure | N: Entry | Meaningful Discussion | N: Birds Away | Appendix 1: War Crimes In & Around Gerlach NV USA | Appendix 2: Lawful Killings With Honor | Glossary Note: (N) = US Navy 'Press Release' - last indexed 12-25-2024


Global War of Terror 2 - Resistance Builds in Stones Cry Out | Processing | Explanations | Homicide Bomber | Mo Better | Lay My Head Down | Feeding Mushrooms | Test Of Character | Ration of S--- | Size Up | Crossload | Uniform Expectations | Policy Statement | In Your Face | Taking A Swing | Reaction Team | Indictment | Civil Defense | The Thin Veil | Rocket The Vote | Creeping Death | Proven By The Body | Post 7 | Convoy Operation ... and many others, culminating in Consequence Arena | Epilogue: Crowning Achievement


Global War Of Terror 3 - Flip The Switch in Preliminaries | Anus | Finger | Rage Play | Operational Assessment | Why | Sidewalk | The Giving Spirit | Homeland Safety Report | Basic Training | Consequences | Going Under | Custodes | Kindnesses | Nothing Better Than A Good Lie | Why The Actual F___? | A Reasonable, Informed Discussion | You Did Your Best | Helping | Crazy Time | Furnace | Useless | Why The F___ Bother? | Horatius | Mission | Breach .. [38044 words]


Global War Of Terror 4 - Grounding Out in Surgeon General | Range | Welcome! | Camp Alviso | Resistance Officer | Homeland Hustle | Count | Lottery | Crimes Of Commission | Breech Birth Of A Republic | Chaplain's Interviews | Verdict | Credit | On Defense | Last Cheese Sandwich | Goddess | Bodies | The Broken | Grief | R&R | Structure of the Red Lion Society | Sabotage | The Second Interrogator | Detail | Laws Of War | The Care & Feeding Of The Left Wing Death Squad | Snippets Of The Second American Civil War | Babylon | Time Of Death | Nothing New Under The Sun | Epilogue: When The Governor Gives The Party .. [47780 words]


Global War Of Terror 5 - Insulation in Briefing Paper: CA Office of the Surgeon General | Familiarization | Torpedo | Assignment | Psychological Assessment | San Francisco Rescue & Recovery Project | California Weapons & Security Regulations | Truth Is Life | The Black Parade | Inbrief | The Choir | Officer Training | Blood | Mexico | Scout Syllabus | The Border Is A War | MexiCan | F'in Legs | McNasty | A New Hope | Tripwire | Golden Motivation | Death In The Dark | P***ing Match | Civil Defense | The Border Is A Whore | Connected | California Field Hospital | Civil Unrest | Cougar | The Great Rescue | Bad Choices | Full Court Press | The Scout Soldier's Creed | Reunification Talks | SDF | Republic of California, Strategic Defense Force .. [55893 words]


Global War Of Terror 6 - Capacitance in Midwest Music | Fortress California | Order Of Battle | Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Select Start | Brief Doc | Legacy | Logistics | Refugees | How Not To Shoot Your Boss | Red Lion Roars | Squatting Slavs | Coal To Newcastle | Hate Radio | Leadership | Good Samaritan | Nebraska Lines | Scapegoat | Walking Out | Retreat Under Fire | Grand Theft Automatic | Iron Eagle | Sortie | Decision | Bringing It Home | His Brother's Keeper | Wanted | Completely Lacking In Ruth | Almost Too Late | Impressment | Entreaty | Witness | Hull 004525 | Meeting | Dog's Breakfast | Sideswipe | Runnin' & Gunnin' | Strategy | Doom | IHL | Confrontation | In Case Of Apocalypse, Break Glass | Message | In The Time Of Cholera | Faith | Pandemonic | Killdozer | Walking Through Hell | Cruelty | Formula One | Consequences | Cossacks Of Western Iowa | Entire Iowa Towns | And The Little Children Shall Lead Them | Causes Little Ones To Sin | This Madness Has To Stop | Bear Safe | Armored Car | A Few Good Men | Spike | A Tale Of Two Bases | God's Country | Digging In | The End Of Hope | Repatriation | Epilogue 1: Californication | Epilogue 2: Last Woman Standing .. [93868 words]


Global War Of Terror 7 - Completing The Circuit in American History Class | Diplomatic Status Of The California Republic | Court Martial | Read In | Unthinkable Tuesday | Contingencies | A Little Drunk Out | Coastal Defense | Anger | Chilly Reception | Hoteling | Kyrie Eleison | Embassy Blues | Hammer Time | Jedi Knights | Exercise | The Trade | No Peace Underwater | Wifely Duties | Bear Extract | Field Trip | No F__ks Given | The Ideogram For Strife | Weapons Free | Cultural Exhibition | Port Call | Says Your Mom! | The Play's The Thing | Bearly | Guilty As Hell | Took A Little Trip | Carrier Battle Group | Meet and Greet | The Third Way | Jericho | Making It Rain | Simple Addition | Targeting Plan | Cancelling The Apocalypse | Setting The Table | Chowing Down | Look What You Made Me Do | Because | Emergency Info Request | Snippets of the Third American Civil War | Surprize! | Destiny | Appendix A: The Kergulen Treaty ... [80287 words]


GWOT series crossovers: The Arc | The Gun | Pacific Missile Range Facility .. these are snippets that cross the series


GWOT V has a sidebar series, "A State Of Desperation" starring a BBC crew visiting the newly independent nation of California. Herewith: ASoD Departure | Arrival | Medevac | Mission | Locked Ward | Cancer Ward | Hospital Fire Department | Regroup | Burn Out I | Burn Out II | Assessment Center | Ride Along


The suffering of California - and Echo 18 - will continue.


meta writings - where characters, the Gentle Reader and sometimes the Author interact: GWOT: A General Disclaimer | Roundtable | Globall War Of Terror: An Author / Character Interview | On Hold


Bruce Anders | modernist


The street builds nothing up. It only grinds down. You Have Been Warned | In Our Last Episodes ... | POW | 23 December, 15 | Bus Stop | Consequences | V-Day Blues | Too Kind | A Year Of Tuesday || Happy Christmas | Merry F'n Xmas | Easter Eggs ... Finals Week Part 1 | Finals Week Part 2 | Finals Week Part 3
There are many other Bruce stories. This is a rather personal hell, so I sometimes have to edit them before sharing.


Down The Rabbit Hole | surreal (LJ link, inspiration post)


Versions of reality sharing a common character. 2010: War of Terror: On The Front Line | 2011: Freedom From Fear: The Home Front | 2012: Future Imperfect | 2013: Door to Door Inferno [also GWOT] | 2014: Pile It On | 2015: Log of the _Blue Oyster_ | 2016: Atrocity Day | 2017: Lifeboat

2009 & earlier: links to be migrated. LiveJournal links are provided _at the reader's own risk_.

2009: America Back To Work | 2008: nonfiction break "The Power of Nightmares," a censored film about Islamic and Christian fundamentalism | 2007: LJ link In The Hole, Spectacularly Not Winning [DW Link] | 2006: Security & Space

Back to DW | 2005: Proven By The Body

Miscellaneous Fiction | oddball

Too good to be true. Teasers | Judgment Call | Scary: A Litterbox Story | News From The Future [Cascadian border, 2019] | Democracy Fixfic | "Draw Mohammad Day" | Meeting With Mohammad | Solomon's Mercy [Avengers fanfic] | Mountaineers (extremely NSFW!) | One (7 December) | Two (7 December) | Three (7 December) | Four (7 December) | Five (7 December) | Roundtable


Kobayashi Maru: Star Trek fanfic


BETTER STAY FICTIONAL | cautionary tales ... The Flattening Of Pandemic Drift | Covid-19 Fanfic | The Flattening of Pandemic Drift – Part II, Now Flatter | Flat As A Pancake - Part III


NON FICTION | the biggest lies of all

Elvyn: A Hate Story [don't read this]

All other non-fiction is at http://drewkitty.blogspot.com.

"Too bad it's true."

* He doesn't like to have to get out his real name here. Don't make him. But if you have to, you can reach him at his u$3rnam3 aaht Ye Olde Goog!3 Ma!l.

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(If you're new to my writing, please go back to the index page. These last two have been pretty damn dark. All the Bruce stories are.)


"Who are you?

"What do you want?

"Why can't you get what you want?"

- from a story prompter


My name is Bruce. I want to be safe when awake, sleep peacefully, get enough to eat, and learn enough about this world to survive in it.

Why can't I get any of that?

Parents.

Well, shit.

Let's break this down, young man.

When I'm alone in the house, I'm safe. That's between when middle school gets out at 3ish, and when my stepmother comes home around 6 PM.

But I have other things to do with that time. That's also my hustle window. Library, collecting cans, mapping out the world in which I must live.

I've tried so many methods to sleep peacefully.

The privacy lock that interior doors have is worthless. Most can be popped with a paper clip. The one on my door can be opened with a flat head screwdriver.

Very convenient, but not for me.

I'm not allowed to have a lock on the door. I installed a surface mount lock, just like the one on my parent's bedroom, and my stepmother wordlessly went out to the garage, got the sledge, and broke it off with the sledge. I thought she was going to sledge _me_ there for a minute.

I then got in trouble for breaking the door. It's still scarred on that edge. Like me.

My father and stepmother have a simple relationship. He spends 99% of his time on the road traveling, sales for something or another. When he comes home, he has a warm hot meal waiting, the two of them coo over that dinner, exchange admiring glances, and go to the master bedroom and lock the door.

If it weren't for the sounds of the fucking, I'd get a good night's sleep, because at least I am left alone when he is here.

When he is not here. As a certain Spartan said, that's when there is a problem.

Don't think don't think don't think.

Well, kid, suck it ... shit. Flashback. Oh Goddamn it fucking hell pus nuts limp dick shit.

Deep breath. I think this is private and I've hidden it well enough. A book from the library on espionage, an entire chapter on concealment of objects in public places. This is in a pouch held by magnets concealed under a wrought iron fence left over when a wooden fence was put up, a little void space only accessible from our side yard. My stepmother doesn't like to get her hands dirty and I don't think my father's been in the back yard for years. I do what yardwork is needed to make it look presentable out the back bedroom window.

Perhaps the homicide detectives will find it, one way or the other. Haven't made up my mind yet.

So yeah, I can't lock the door and.

Maybe if I write real fast I can get it out.

she sits on my face and hits me in the head until shes done

Can't scream. But the page is wet now, from my tears.

When I am awake I can fight back. Constantly manage my personal space. Avoid being cornered. If necessary just leave the house and walk around the street all night. Done it enough that the cops stop me whenever they see me.

But if I "lay a hand" on her, it's a die roll whether I get to deal with her armed with a weapon, the cops again, or just the one time, my father with a 2x4. But that was enough. I didn't think I was going to walk again.

If I do decide to kill her, I have to do it when he is out of town. Then spend the rest of my life running. To quote yet another book, "I'll only die tired."

I'm already tired.

I've tried napping in the safety window. Two issues. I can't then sleep that night. I'm blown out for the next day. And there's always some sort of interruption which my hyperaware brain interprets as an attack. Even if I barricade my bedroom door shut with furniture. Another thing I'm not allowed to do.

My room is messy. Damn right my room is messy. I leave shit all over the floor so I get a chance to wake up and maybe not.

Another flashback. This is really hard.

Legos were good. Until I had to stay late at school one evening for a mandatory play attendance, and she threw all of them out. Three letter sized cardboard boxes, accumulated gifts from distant relatives. Far too expensive for me to replace when every penny I can lay hands on has to go to food.

There's a kitchen. There's food in it. At least I'm told that.

I can usually rely on there to be milk and to be orange juice. My father threw such a fit the one time there wasn't milk for his coffee, she keeps it stocked, and grudgingly buys a few gallons at a time.

I don't touch the orange juice. The smell of it makes me want to throw up. Having some poured down your throat because you won't

Another flashback. Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ on a Goddamn pogo

I don't have a mother. She died. I don't remember her.

What I do have is this level faced lying manipulative bitch who is so good at charming everyone. She doesn't bother with me. She shows her true self. And she cackles about it.

Another quote. "Will no one rid me of this troublesome priest?"

I've thought about it. I've dreamed about it, which is a pleasant change from nightmares.

But making it an accident. Especially because I couldn't make it five minutes through an interview with a psychologist, let alone a police detective.

I've thought about running away. Where would I go?

I would end up selling newspaper subscriptions with a gang of several other kids, being driven from town to town in a cheap motel room, occasionally getting fast food and trading sex for pocket change.

I know because one knocked on the door and we talked.

I signed up my father for every subscription she was selling, with his credit card number. We never got any, but he never said anything. Probably didn't notice the charges.

I gave her all the cash I had, which was $9. I even gave her the stash of crackers I'd been hiding behind the dusty shelf of encyclopedias. Talked to her through the closed door while she showered in the guest bath. First shower she'd had in two weeks. Spent five minutes trying to comb out the snarls in her hair, until she _had_ to get to the next house. Had to make quota.

Despite my kindness, she had the resentment that a stray cat has for a housecat. Or what Malcolm X calls a field N-word for a house N-word.

I much preferred one customer, however, cruel, to a stable interspersed by door to door sales on little food and no sleep.

Ramen and Vienna sausages. Tuna and macaroni and cheese. I keep trying to cook rice on the stove, and fucking it up. When I saved up to buy a rice cooker, she broke it.

Of course, if I killed her, I could look forward to being made some older boy's bitch, and prison for the rest of my life, if I survived to be arrested and then survived that arrest. If I did get out in a few decades, I would have to spend 14 hour days working at the car wash for $3 an hour. I'd found out about that when I'd tried to get a job there.

"I can't trust a kid like you to work cashier, which is the only skill you might have. On the line they'd beat the snot out of you when I wasn't looking and I don't want the drama."

Even $12 a day would be a life changing amount for me.

That's why I recycle the cans. Nickels add up.

A neat and clean appearance helps. I'd learned that from the subscriptions girl.

So that three hours between end of school and her, that's when I do my laundry and shower and mend what clothes I have. I'm not good with a needle but practice makes perfect. I guess?

She gets home. Eats food she brought on the way home from work. Sometimes there's a little extra for me, but usually not. She will pour it down the drain so I don't get it, if she's irritated. And no matter how nice and polite and well behaved I try to be, sometimes for the hell of it.

She knows how to cook. She'll cook when my father's home. Not the entire rest of the time. And God help me if one dish is out of place or any slight touch of grime is on the stove or there is any evidence that the kitchen was used while she was out.

Finally figured out, again with the help of espionage books, that she was leaving literal tell-tales - hairs - on objects to see if I had used or touched them.

Wait a second.

I'm living in a prisoner of war camp.

And it's worse because a prisoner can hope to escape and evade and get back to his side.

I have nowhere to go. I am my own jailor.

Mission objective: survive

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

I'M TRYING!
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Elvyn – A Hate Story

Warning: this story includes graphic descriptions of violence, sexual violence and child molestation including parental incest. This is because all of these things happened to the author and he feels that gives him the right to write about it.

Read at your own risk.





Legal warning: any person who attempts any legal action against me with respect to the contents of this story will be deposed. In that deposition, my attorney will ask you why you and/or your organization knew about this and failed to take reasonable action to advise the authorities, including child protective services and police. Your answer will be published publicly.

Disclaimer: for legal and publishing reasons, I am required to state that all of the below is fictional and that no living persons are portrayed and that none of these events occurred. I can confirm that no living persons are slandered.

###

My fourth memory is of a knife fight.

I was standing between my mother and father. She was screaming. There was a lot of blood. There was a knife. I can’t remember whether the knife was in her hand or his hand. I remember it was in a kitchen and there was an open drawer. I was five or six. This was in a house on Darryl Drive in West San Jose.

The nature of memory is highly plastic. The best analogy I can give, after fifty or so years of thinking about it, is borrowed from the science fiction writer Spider Robinson with some additions of my own. In his book Telempath he talks about memory having a ‘read head’ and a ‘write head’ and the write head being easier to invent than the read head.

Think instead of a needle making a wax record. If functioning normally, the needle cuts a nice even groove into the wax with the audio echoes properly recorded.

If events are extreme, the needle may be jammed down into the record. The result is that the recording is DEEPLY CUT into the record and the playback is flawed or distorted, often damaging other nearby parts of the record. As in this case.

Another response to extreme events is that the needle fails to record at all. It skips off the record entirely and nothing but blank results. BLANKNESS.

I don’t remember most of my childhood, for reasons that will become tolerably obvious.

###

My first memory is of screaming in a high chair. This was triggered by a photo I was shown, now long lost, of a child sitting in a high chair in Virginia. I was told this was a picture of my second birthday and there was a cupcake in the video.

I immediately experienced a flashback to that first memory. I was left crying and shaking and my mother – now divorced – asked me what was wrong. I could not answer.

###

“I was born covered in someone else’s blood. If necessary, I have no trouble dying the same way.”

When I first read this quote, I felt a deep emotional resonance with it that transcends mere space and time.

Now I know why.

I was conceived in an act of rape. My father was a skilled serial rapist. My childhood was punctuated by rapes. My mother was a rape survivor. I died from being raped.

I am sometimes convinced that my entire life after that point has been a fantasy my dying brain generated between the time my father’s hands closed around my throat and the final death from rape-erotic asphyxia.

###

I remember my father listening constantly to a police scanner while living in the Darryl Drive home. As an adult, I wonder who he was afraid of. My mother calling the police on him? Perhaps because she caught him doing the things to me that I remember him doing later? The FBI or the DIA, because he was selling his employer’s secrets to a hostile foreign government? Or some third reason that died with him?

###

My second memory – you are keeping count, are you not? - is of being on a plane trip from Maryland to California. It was long enough ago that airline seats still had ashtrays that were used in flight.

###

My mother fled my father, finally.

One of the last straws I think was Toys ‘R Us.

He would get so angry with her that he would take me out shopping. Walk through the Old Town and Country, long demolished, or the also perished department stores. Gottshawks, Woolworth, K-Mart. He would leave me to wander alone – at the age of five and six, mind you – while he went about mysterious business of his own for a few minutes or hours or lifetimes.

But he bought for me at Toys ‘R Us a toy truck. Not a small truck to be played with, but an expensive - $200 in 1970s dollars – battery powered riding toy.

He charged it up one afternoon and sent me out to ride it. Not on the sidewalk, but on the busy street, the aforementioned Darryl Drive.

It was fun. I drove back and forth, narrowly avoiding the much larger cars, with some screeching of brakes and honking of horns, much louder than the tinny horn on my toy.

My mother came out and started screaming for me to get out of the street.

The next day, the toy truck did not work. Someone had ripped out every wire in it.

Thank you, Mom, for saving my life. That time.

###

I remember my mom loading me up and some of my toys into the family van and driving away, longer than I had ever driven before, all the way down to Monterey.

Two very polite young men in business suits, carrying guns, knocked on the hotel room door. One of them took me down to the van and bought me a toy – a Lego toy moon lander – while the other talked to my mom. After an hour they both left.

Much later, I read in an investigative file that my father had told his facility security officer that my mother had taken me and tried to get classified information from him.

Her story was more believable than his. And I had been separated from her so that if necessary, I would have had to witness her arrest. Or – if national security demanded it – her murder.

###

After my mother and my stepfather died, many years later, I found the original divorce decree between my mother and my father among her papers.

“In light of the sustained attempts by both parties to evade their parental responsibilities, the Court has no alternative but to order joint custody…”

###

My third memory was on May 5, 1977.

I only know this because that was the premier date of the movie Star Wars. Right up until my father got me home, the entire afternoon and early evening is DEEPLY CUT into my brain.

My father stood with me in a long line for hours and hours, at the Old Town & Country. It was a movie theater. All I knew is that I really had to pee. Badly. And he didn’t care.

We made it into the theater and into a seat when I started crying because it hurt so bad. I was afraid to upset him and I was afraid to piss myself. Embarrassment had nothing to do with it for me.

I remember the boarding scene where some scary black guy – Vader – and some white armored troops – Stormtroopers – shot the shit out of some defenders. Then I saw two robots moving in a corridor.

Then my father angrily dragged me out of the theater to an empty bathroom, where he ripped down my pants and allowed me to desperately piss in a too big for me urinal. I was four years old.

Then he took me home. My mother was drunk or she wasn’t there. I don’t know which.

Memory is plastic.

What happened next was the second time he pulled down my pants that day.

He flipped me over.

BLANKNESS.

###

After my mother and father divorced, they shipped me back and forth. By bus, by train, by exchanging me like an unwanted package in Kings City. A few times by aircraft. When I turned sixteen, I had to drive myself.

My father took me to Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk on his weekends with me.

Weird things happened.

One of the weird things was being left in the men’s restroom under the log ride with my pants half down, strictly told to stay on the toilet that way with the stall unlocked.

I remember sitting there shivering, stone cold frightened. Not of anyone else. Just him.

Another weird thing was a DEEP CUT of another attempt to murder me.

There is a hanging ride, suspended cars one sits in with a rail that lowers over your head, that traverses the park.

My father took me on that ride.

Halfway to the other station, he made a determined and persistent effort to push me off, thirty feet above the concrete surface of the Boardwalk. Certain death.

I clung for dear life, wrapping myself around that metal rail and screaming for help.

The next time he tried to take me on that ride, I grabbed the stairwell rail and wailed and pissed myself. With witnesses he had no choice but to take me home.

What I resented most, however, was Santa’s Village. We drove past it on every trip to the Boardwalk, and I begged him to take me there.

He said he would sooner or later.

Then it closed. Permanently. And he said, “Oh well, guess you don’t get to go.”

###

After the divorce, my father had a little apartment near Warburton Avenue in Santa Clara. He had to sent a lot of money to my mother, who promptly drank it. Self medication.

He sent me to go around the neighborhood on my own. I made a few friends, including a little girl.

I had some toy cars. She had some Barbie and Ken dolls. I wondered, as little kids do, what a Barbie had at her groin that was smooth plastic.

As little kids do, she decided to take down her pants and show me. On her.

I saw a triangle of light fuzzy hair. I was terrified. I ran away.

When my father found out, he thought it was the funniest thing ever and laughed and laughed.

That night was my second memory of being molested by him.

He took me into the bathtub. Washed me. Obviously he must have washed me before, but he paid particular attention to my junk. And then he got undressed. Talked about my circumcision. How important it was to keep clean.

BLANKNESS.

###

There was an Atari 2600 with a few games. I played them incessantly, obsessively. I know now that I was trying to escape in the only way a small child knew how.

I read voraciously. I still do.

I don’t remember a time that I didn’t know to read.

I am told that my father was the one who taught me to read.

I have no idea.

###

In college, I had beer for the first time since that apartment near Warburton Avenue.

Budweiser does not taste bitter. This surprised me. I thought something was wrong with it, because my father drank Budweiser and he had me drink one when I was five.

Flashback.

I switched to vodka screwdrivers and rapidly became blackout drunk for the first time. The alternative was to go to the roof of the multistory dormitory of the UC San Diego building, and jump to my death.

Because I remembered all of it. The first beer. How I felt so confused and weak. How the needle embedded itself into the wax as deeply as his penis penetrated my rectum.

###

A lot of my life is disjointed snippets, which is why this story is disjointed snippets.

I remember my aunt-by-courtesy Marjorie telling me that my mother wore her velvet green dress at every opportunity in front of my father, because that was the dress she was raped in. She didn’t say that this was how I was conceived. I figured that part out, mostly from things my mother said when she was drunk and angry.

My mother and I never spoke of any of these things. Even when she was tricked when I was eight into giving me a forcible enema, by my father lying and saying I hadn’t had a bowel movement for two weeks. That was a horrific experience of its own, because I didn’t understand what she was doing or why or how come I had a powerful erection – my first. But I could dimly understand that she thought she was doing the right thing.

That was not true when I made an unguarded comment in front of my grandmother about wanting orange juice for breakfast, and my mother punished me later that morning by holding my nose and pouring a half gallon of OJ down my throat. I threw up repeatedly, inhaled and caught aspiration pneumonia, which kept me sick home from school for a week.

Abuse is relative. I can forgive her. I will never forgive him.

###

My father dated. Much later, I discovered that at least one of the women he dated had received a restraining order against him.

But my experience, over and over again, was of him introducing me to another ‘her’ and then she would not be around any more, and he would be enraged, screaming at me that it was my fault no matter how polite I had been.

I remember one of these, in a high rise building somewhere around Berkeley with a view of the San Francisco Bay.

The woman said to me, “I need to talk to your father for a minute” and had me wait in her bedroom, which had that view.

My father came and angrily collected me.

He walked me down the exterior stairwell. It had a waist high railing.

He started to pick me up.

I screamed and ran, desperately, racing down the stairwell, clinging to the door handle of the Datsun pickup truck as soon as I reached it.

“What are you afraid of?” he demanded when he caught up to me.

I did not answer. I had learned to guard words around him.

We never saw her again. I’m glad she escaped.

###

There came a time when I didn’t want to drink a beer.

His thick hands closed around my neck and squeezed.

This is it, I thought. This is how I am going to go.

I died.

That is how I learned what it is to be a murder victim.

I woke up in his bed, my ass sore and his semen dripping from it.
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I cried and cried and cried until he threw me out of the room and locked the door.

###

Ultimately, he did find a woman stupid enough to take him in, live with him and ultimately marry him.

She was also a sadist, and a thief, and made her living defrauding the elderly. I didn’t know the term narcissist, but she was a perfect match for my father in every way.

When he first brought me into her home, he took a couple of reasonable precautions. At least in his mind.

He told her that I was a malicious liar and that I had been abused by my mother.

The first time he was alone with me in the house, he bent me over the living room table and sodomized BLANKNESS

I remember my hands tied to the angular legs with dirty socks.

There was a long deep scratch made on the other end of the table. With the metal belt button of my boy’s corduroy pants.

I got in a lot of trouble for that scratch. He told everyone I had made it deliberately, to spite him.

###

I hid for days after that. I hid in the top of a closet, sneaking out only to piss and to get water. Ultimately my new stepbrother – who would become a skilled corporate lawyer and product liability defense specialist, bragging of his prowess in defending his night vision goggle client from the grieving families of dead soldiers and pilots – found me and tried to drag me down. I kicked him in the face. He beat the shit out of me.

Much later I reconciled dates. He was an eighteen year old high school student, an adult. I was maybe nine.

###

A few months later, I was just starting to come out of my shell. There was a dog, Spook, who took a liking to a scared kid.

My father got me a cat. Which I named Striper.

He explained to me privately and in great detail what he would do to the cat if I ever told anyone what he had done to me.

I believed him.

A few months later, Striper was gone. He bragged of taking her to the vet as she yowled and fought him, to put her down. My stepmother didn’t want a cat, you see.

I was grateful she had at least escaped cleanly.

###

One of my stepsister’s boyfriends kicked my second cat – Princess – in the head. After that she was confused and in constant pain and terrified of everyone including me. In a human, you would call it a life altering head injury.

At least that was the story.

I had to keep track of the lies and never accidentally tell any truths.

My father finally caught her and put her down. But she got him in the face. She put up a GOOD fight.

You see, my stepsister was raped by him too. Somehow she and my stepmother ended up with the same venereal disease at the same time. He was the common vector.

I don’t know if he injured the cat for fun or to get at my stepsister. Maybe both. But he certainly got rid of the cat for fun.

###

I was in the master bedroom. One of my chores was to empty the trash.

My father was taking a shower. He got out. He showed me his groin.

I turned to flee and he hit me in the head over and over again.

Then he made me suck him.

I waited for BLANKNESS.

I’m still waiting, forty years later. Because I remember every moment of that irrumatio.

###

My father and stepmother traveled to visit my father’s family in Bishop. He’d had a difficult childhood which he’d told me about in detail. His fraternal sister, Evelyn, whom he had raped. The time he’d eaten a cow patty to try to impress a girl. The time a biker gang had beaten the snot out of him and he’d kept fighting anyway. How he wasn’t allowed to sleep in the house and had to sleep in an outbuilding with the dogs until he left to Fresno State to get a certificate in TV repair, and then gotten a degree in engineering and a job with a lab called Lawrence Livermore. When his older brothers had made him watch as they drowned kittens he had adopted and named, at the orders of my paternal grandfather who died before I was born.

But they wanted to repair ties, to connect with his family. I was told to be on my very best behavior, to not fuck any of this up.

So they left me with the other kids as they talked with the adults.

I remember the other kids bringing me to their uncle, who was loading shotgun shells in the garage.

“He doesn’t know how to play,” they said. It was true. I didn’t.

So he taught me to load shotgun shells and while he did, asked me questions about my father. I was too terrified to answer, of course, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

The plan had been for them to stay the night.

They left with me to a hotel.

I had done wrong again. They never wanted to see him again.

I was cold and shivering in a T-shirt in the back of the small convertible, wrapped in a thin blanket. My father wanted the top down and drove angrily. They had the heater. I did not.

I had a thought. The thought kept me warm. I smiled bitterly for hours.

After we arrived and my stepmother went inside, my father asked what I was smiling about.

I told him.

“I thought of taking the blanket and tossing it over you both on a blind curve.”

For the first time in his life, I saw him become utterly shocked.

“That would have killed us all!” he exclaimed.

“What do you think I have to live for?” I asked as I got out of the car and walked away.

###

I have many other stories of Elvyn. How he fucked up the brakes on my car so badly that the auto shop wanted to report the “previous shop” to the state for incompetence. How he tried to make me change out chlorine canisters by taking deep sniffs of them. How he tried to get me to crawl under the exposed hub of a car with the tire off while he had his hand on the jack and there was no cribbing or jack stand.

But I have one more story to tell. The last rape.

My father liked lemon drops. I wouldn’t touch beer. But somehow I never associated the beer with what he must have put in it. The slang term then, a Mickey Finn. Nowadays, being roofied.

(When I received law enforcement training in that subject, I had a prolonged and extensive flashback. As a police cadet I did not have the option of leaving the room.)

He gave me a special lemon drop to suck on when I was a senior in high school, seventeen going on seventy.

I became sleepy and woozy.

I woke up in the master bedroom waterbed, half sprawled, pants down.

“That wasn’t worth the effort,” I heard his voice say distantly from the bathroom as he cleaned himself up.

I crawled to the bathroom at the other end of the house and cleaned myself up.

But I knew what had been done to me. And I was not going to let it go this time.

I went to the high school counselor at Saratoga High School of Saratoga, CA. He locked his office and left for the day. A school steeped in heavy scandal, they did not want to hear it.

I went to Reverend Roy Strausberger of Saint Andrew’s Episcopal Church of Saratoga, CA. He heard my accusation. He told me I had sinned against God by bearing false witness and dishonoring my father, and that my father was the one tithing and not me.

My father looked at me very strangely after the next Sunday but said nothing.

I went to the West Valley Substation of the Santa Clara Sheriff’s Office and asked the desk sergeant to take my report. He took down my name, address and information. To his credit, he asked when it had happened. Three days prior. Too late for a rape kit. Too late for toxicology. He then told me bluntly, that there was no chance that the case would be pursued in this county at this time.

This same county let Brock Turner of Stanford go for forcible rape. This same county let go an entire softball team for gang rape. So I now thank this crusty old Sergeant for not letting me start a fight I couldn’t possibly win.

In due course, my father died of emphysema and heart disease. My stepmother ordered a dumpster and threw out all of his personal effects and most of mine. I ended up on the street, and survived long enough to accept my scholarship to the UC.

But on May 5, 1977, my family became dead to me. It just took a while to die out.

My surviving Mormon distant relatives have no idea I exist.

The family records at the Laws Historical Museum outside Bishop show that my death was reported to them when I was still a teenager, by my father. Falsely as with all else in his life.

My stepmother sent me a postcard before the pandemic. She expressed that she thought of me often and hoped I would contact her.

I did not.

Her obituary does not mention me and mentions my father’s death as untimely.

I agree. He lived far too long and died all too easily, for his crimes.

I swear and affirm under penalty of perjury that every word of this story is true.

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GWOT IV - Profession Mapping

[The author's thanks to the Bureau of Labor Statistics for its professions list.]

Excerpt, "Wartime Mapping Of Peacetime Professions To War Needs"

San Francisco Resistance, Planning Section (Labor)
...

(G)

Gaffer: logistics worker; combat photographer; sniper

Gage Designer: mapping section; small arms armorer

Galactic Astronomer: artilleryman, gunner

Galley Cook: mobile kitchen unit; unit cook; installation cook; infirmary cook

Galvanizer: vehicle mechanic

Gambling Cage / Cashier / Service Worker: logistics soldier, general laborer

Gambling Department Head: SNCO

Gambling Director / Manager: line officer

Gambling Monitor / Surveillance Officer: military police

Gambling Supervisor: NCO

Gambling Surveillance Observer: lookout, intelligence analyst

Game Show Host: military police

Game Warden: military police, scout soldier (waiverable)

Garbage Collector: logistics soldier; morgue unit

Garbage Truck Driver: armored vehicle driver, logistics heavy truck driver, fire truck driver

Gas Distribution Clerk: logistics soldier

Gas Furnace Installer: vehicle mechanic

...
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GWOT I - Burn Ward

"Even burns to a small surface area can be incapacitating for the casualty and strain the resources of deployed military medical units. It is crucial to remember that burns may represent only one of the casualty’s traumatic injuries, particularly when an explosion is the mechanism of injury. Resuscitation of the burn casualty is generally the most challenging aspect of care during the first 48 hours following injury, and optimal care requires a concerted effort on the part of all providers involved during the evacuation and treatment process."

-- Emergency War Surgery: Chapter 26, Burns
(This resource is freely available - pre-Firecracker - at https://medcoe.army.mil/borden-tb-ews)

Getting back with loads of medical supplies did not change the essential nature of the problem.

We had a lot more hurt people than we had the ability to care for.

We had the space. At a word from the Site Location Executive, the entire rest of the nearby offices had been cleared. They were too distracted by the moaning to work well anyway.

The infirmary had gotten the metal tables and the handful of hospital beds we had been able to loot.

So a lot of the excess patients ended up on sheets on the floor.

The Facilities folks had a small supply of lumber, which they used to make a few beds until ordered to stop, for lack of materials.

The more solid and larger furniture desks had also ended up as infirmary beds. But we were still short.

New looting priority - go find furniture, lumber, beds. Problem was that a lot of such things were in use by all the other survivors and refugees.

Just training people to be emergency nurses was very much on the job training. I'd shown that first assistant how to place a urinary catheter. She'd taught others. Now it was a copy-machine effect. Not wiping the head of the penis meant urinary tract infections. Most women can tell you that's painful. When you're already badly hurt, infections go systemic and kill.

Then there was the paperwork. For lack of paper, printer access and time, we'd gone to electronic charting. The simplest way imaginable. An electronic document for each patient - Site did not do Microsoft Word or any other competitor's products - in which basic details were recorded, or in medical terminology charted. Laptops mounted in the hallway - if it was one thing Site wasn't short of, it was laptops.

Many of the documents told the same basic story.

###

Janice Sanchez, DOB 2-31-1999
Chief Complaint - GSW to lower left quadrant, abdomen, high powered rifle

Vitals at admit BP 94/66, pulse 124 strong, O2 sat 94

Two IVs. Transition to small sips by rag when out of IVs.

Exploratory surgery performed on Day 2. Bowel surfaced and colostomy for inadequate remaining to close. No exit wound, internal lavage.

Vitals on Day 4 BP 103/72, pulse 110 intermittent, O2 sat 96. Urine 500ml and dark yellow.

Strong sewer smell from bowel, infected. Lavage every 4 hours with sterile water. Hydration with boiled water and sugar solution. Sativa drops for pain control, ineffective.

Vitals on Day 6 BP 140/50, pulse 160 and weak, O2 sat 92

Delirious and had to be restrained. No urinary output.

Time of death Day 7, 0430 hours, no code.

###

There were better stories. Miraculous recoveries. But there were also worse ones. Minor wounds becoming infected. Inadequate supplies, especially medications.

By far, the worst were the burns. By far.

Without the vet surgeon, who we all called Doctor now - and she had learned to stop flinching when we did - so many more would have died.

For example not at random, one of our early burn casualties from the Firecracker had burns across his chest. He'd been unlucky enough to be out jogging in Redwood City, and even unluckier to be taken by a well meaning friend to their apartment in San Jose instead of directly to Stanford Hospital. By the time we'd gotten him, he was already having trouble breathing and was chewing on a washcloth in between weakly screaming.

You see, the burns were closing up around his torso and he was finding it difficult to inflate his chest.

I would have had to watch him die.

The vet surgeon sighed, walked up to the gurney, said "Restraints and mouthpiece" and the moment we had his arms and legs tied down and a boiled mouthpiece in his mouth, she whipped out a scalpel and started cutting all around his chest and back as if she had discovered her new vocation as a serial killer.

I found out later that the medical term is thoracic escharotomy.

But suddenly he could draw breath with which to scream much more effectively.

"See, Echo 18, you said to read Emergency War Surgery," she snapped. "Burn Ward."

We didn't have enough fabric sheets and after one set of sheets had stuck to the missing skin, we now put people down on the next best thing. Butcher paper when we could, newspaper when we couldn't. Meat is meat.

We were very short of IV sets. They were no longer disposable. They were reused. But after the top is pierced and a needle is used to refill with a boiled water and sugar solution, they're certainly not sterile anymore.

The IVs had to be stapled to the skin. We didn't have the professional sutures. But it turned out that a binder office supply stapler would work, and it was what we had.

We had to keep the room warmer than we kept the rest of the infirmary. Most of it was kept slightly cool. But we had to bring in heaters to keep the burn ward warm, because the patients couldn't tolerate either cold or blankets.

They all - male or female, burned genitals or no - had to be catherized so that trapped urine would not explode their bladder and kill them.

When they could tolerate oral fluids, they got oral fluids.

Only when they could not - and they had some chance of survival - did they get our precious reusable IV.

Then they got to visit Hell.

Hell was a stainless steel table, canted slightly right by bricks under the legs, which drained to a floor drain. What had been a janitorial sink hose bib was fitted with a dishwashing style metal faucet with hand trigger. The water temperature was carefully set to 88 degrees with a thermocouple.

We had a very limited supply of cleaning agents that could be used on burns. The preferred was Hibiclens. Weakly diluted Dawn hand/dish soap was an alternative. More than once we had to use ordinary plain soap, unscented, because we had once again ran out of everything else.

We had to clean and debride the burns, removing foreign material.

We had grossly inadequate pain medications. The handful we had, we had to reserve for those cases where pain fueled shock would certainly kill, not maybe kill.

So we scrubbed raw wounds, as gently as possible, which was not very.

The vet surgeon had had to teach classes. I had had to keep order, because people kept trying to hit her or worse. Not the patients. The trainees.

I had no trouble whatsoever. I'd seen it at Stanford, on an industrial scale.

I also have something missing in me.

A screaming person is just information. Whether I am hurting them to gain compliance, or hurting them to save their lives, I just don't feel what other people call empathy or sympathy or emotional resonance or half a dozen other psychiatrist words.

After screening several hundred employees, we found several that were like me, and another several who liked hurting others. One of the latter worked in user interface design. Another was a marketing specialist. Two were physical therapists, who were also in demand _as_ physical therapists for our many with lesser injuries.

But coding came first. Anyone who could code, had to code. Second jobs like saving lives were secondary.

Whether they could endure doing it, or liked doing it, was besides the point. We needed people who could Do The Thing.

The sadists quickly were glutted. They could hurt people as much as they liked without hurting them enough to help them. So I even had to goad the sadists into doing what was needful.

Needful.

How I hate that word.

So those lucky few could look forward to coding ten hours a day with two hours of holding down screaming people and washing them, hurting them very badly to give them their only chance at survival we could offer.

I could do the thing. And I took my turns. But I had so much else to do, that my time was rationed carefully. I did the kids.

Some of the burned adults chose to die instead. We enforced upon them two sessions. We explained why, and that killer infection would follow if we did not. We showed pictures, at first from textbooks and then from our facility, what happened when infection led to sepsis led to gangrene and death.

Burned extremities had to be elevated. Burns had to be inspected, carefully, by an actual medical professional with surgical training. We had exactly one of those. So she had to look at every burn, every day.

She had been a vet because she wanted to help hurting animals. She really didn't like to work on people. She didn't mind hurting people as much as she minded hurting animals. But she still didn't like it.

The Infimary Staff Lounge became our not-so-secret hiding place from the horror that was now our lives.

We talked. In shorthand. She grew to hate me as much as I grew to hate her. Because when her resolve faltered, and she was merely human, I made her keep Doing The Thing. And I in turn despised and resented her weakness, that made me become as sadistic to her as we were to our victims.

Patients, I mean.

But we were both initiates of the mysteries. Not of death, we knew that one.

Of sadism. Deliberate, cruel sadism. Making people live when it would be so much easier to just let them die.

It was not just debriding. It was autologic grafts - the only way to avoid rejection was to transplant a person's own healthy tissue over the burned area. It was amputations. It was worse things I won't talk about.

And it was classification as expectant.

When sepsis took over, we were done.

Next.

The Firecracker had filled every hospital and burn center with the survivors, from Alaska to Houston to Maine and Florida.

The very important ones got the handful of beds at Valley Medical Center San Jose, which had been the comprehensive burn center for the region.

Unauthorized ambulances approaching VMC were shot at. To miss at first. But they meant it.

Children got priority at UC Davis after Oakland Children's Hospital was evacuated.

So we had no tertiary facility to send burn patients to. They lived or died, right here, with what help we could give them.

Little enough. But we tried.

People who were burned later - in the truck bombing, in the massive attacks, in outbreaks of violence, in ordinary accidents in a post apocalyptic world - got the same treatment.

It did not change the essential nature of the problem.

We had a lot more hurt people than we had the ability to care for.
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GWOT I - Signage

I went about my duties with a controlled fury born of desperation.

At every moment I asked myself the same question over and over again.

"What should I be doing _right now_ that will save the most lives?"

So I was doing all sorts of things that one generally did not ask a contract security manager to do.

My client simply smiled and nodded and said, "Do it!" whenever I brought something to him. And told everyone else the same thing.

Then he was killed.

Between casualties from the Firecracker and injured persons brought in by our convoys, we had made a small medical clinic - an afterthought from the building architect - into a staffed infirmary, mostly by volunteers. Then I had forcibly recruited assistance, a vet surgeon, and looted supplies left and right.

The two massive attacks - the armed intrusion and the truck bomb - had overloaded it beyond all measure.

For two days I did nothing but alternate between patient care and additional looting.

Then I caught up with our need to bury the dead and minister to the living.

Finally I fell asleep. Not voluntarily. Just utterly, ridiculously exhausted.

###

The huge guard drew his baton.

"You Will Let Him Sleep," he ordered.

Big as a house, dumb as a brick, angry as a bear on fire. His name plate read "S. Shreve" and he was brooking none of this.

The almost as tall man, but not nearly as muscled, wearing the business suit with the white badge, blue bordered, job title "Site Location Executive."

S. Shreve did not give a S. Shit.

"I need to talk to him."

"And he needs to sleep! He has been on the go continously ever since the bombing!"

The manager's entire demeanor changed. As if he realized that this man would not be bullied or browbeaten.

"Doing what?" the executive asked mildly.

"Taking care of hurt people." Shreve frowned, puzzled. Thinking was not his strong suit. "Getting medical stuff. Telling people what to do. Making this place a hospital. He told me, stand here and don't let anyone in."

Belatedly remembering a fragment of his training, Shreve pointed at the hand lettered sign with a Sharpie on the door.

INFIRMARY STAFF LOUNGE. KEEP OUT. THIS MEANS YOU.

"Can I borrow this sign for a minute?"

"No."

"OK." He took a leather covered notepad out of his pocket, wrote down the words, and left.

A few minutes later he was back.

"Can I put this sign up?"

Shreve squinted. The top half of the words was the same. The new one was printed, and also laminated.

"OK."

INFIRMARY STAFF LOUNGE. KEEP OUT. THIS MEANS YOU.

By Order Of The Site Location Executive

The manager put it up with his own hands and two pieces of duct tape, and left again.
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GWOT V - A State Of Desperation - Civil Defense

Our time in Redding had come to an end.

We had a date in Sacramento.

We also had many things we wanted to see in Sacramento. Not least of which, I hoped to interview the level voiced contradiction between masculinity and femininity that California referred to lovingly as Pat, less lovingly as the Governor (or the Govern_ator), and the rest of the world thought was simply insane.

Pat had apparently made several decisions about us already, at least one of them concerning whether we should be thrown out on our asses.

So far we were welcome. But despite our new citizenship cards and medals, I sensed that our status could change again as quickly as it had before.

The majority of California's military potential was in various bases and manufacturing facilities in Southern California. But some of it was here.

As any capital city does - such as our own home, London - Sacramento accumulated both the instruments of governance and the trappings of bureaucracy. But what we had accumulated over many centuries, California had built in less than two years.

Also, to the extent that California had slums, many of those slums were surrounding Sacramento. The displaced, homeless, distressed and refugees had flocked to Sacramento for the same reason the displaced people of the 1st Civil War had flocked to the new city of Washington D.C.

We traveled by bus. We had no guards, unless you count my own bodyguard. Of all of us, he seemed to speak fluent Californian the best. Not the language - English served, Spanish would often do - but the thoughts.

It bothered me that a soldier understood California best. Another clue to what we were dealing with here, in this rebel colony of a rebel colony.

###

The bus arrived in a busy terminal with many buses, many stops, and brightly colored signs.

Pairs patrolled the boldly lettered Sacramento Downtown Transit Terminal.

One was a soldier with a loaded rifle on a quick-release sling, held in arms and aimed carefully at the frescoed ceiling or the sky. The other was a police officer whose hands were empty but eyes always moving, equipped with a belt of lethal and non-lethal weapons like most American police officers.

But this was not America any more, and had not been for some time.

One sign is that the mixed pairs of soldiers and police were so friendly to everyone. Helpful even. But the one inveterate rule was that the soldier could not sling their rifle. Their rifle was their greeting to everyone.

My bodyguard whispered to me.

"The police officer is there to guard the soldier. That is the reverse of the usual practice. In Northern Ireland, our soldiers guarded our police."

Interesting. But I didn't see ... why.

A rumpled man in a cheap suit met us at the bus exit as we retrieved our luggage.

He winked. We knew him. But rumpled was not something he normally did and his suits were usually far more expensive.

George, the Collections Agent. But his walk and his demeanor was as different as his clothing.

"Follow me," he said normally. No need to whisper.

He looked like a tout for a taxicab. And we duly followed him to a taxicab.

Although it was painted like a taxicab, I could see even from the outside that it was something else.

The car rested heavily on a extra stiff suspension, weighing about three times what it should.

The door that opened towards us was heavily hinged and despite hydraulics clearly weighed much more than any car door should.

There was plenty of space inside, but the cheap vinyl seats clashed incongruously with the plain metal racks against the partition between passenger and driver compartment.

We got in. Those plain metal racks contained rifles, shotguns and other instruments of death.

This was a counter terrorist vehicle - armored and armed - disguised as a taxicab.

"Seat belts," intoned the driver over the intercom. Sigh. California.

Our luggage came in with us, then we put them on.

George leaned over to brief us.

"As usual, there isn't much time. There's an exercise on at Mather. We already have one foreign observer. We'd like two."

###

'Mather Air National Guard Base' read the sign.

The taxicab was waved past the first two checkpoints - heavily armed military personnel - without stopping.

We were searched, and our baggage and the cab itself, including the undercarriage, at the third checkpoint.

Then we were admitted to the underground garage.

We walked to a tunnel, where we merely had to show our IDs to be given little plastic cards to wear.

Badges.

Just like my one visit to MI-6, British counterintelligence, ours read "V VISITOR ESCORTED EVERYWHERE" and did not give our names or affiliations.

Then we came to another checkpoint with a number of lockers with combination locks.

"Divest all electronic devices. All."

"My pistol?" my bodyguard asked.

"Keep it."

But all our devices - especially my satellite phone - had to go into the lockers. There were No Exceptions Ever - Deadly Force Authorized, according to the sign.

We then were walked down a hallway to an elevator.

The elevator took us, up or down I could not tell, to a large open room, at the back. An obvious viewing gallery, or visitor's area.

The front two thirds of the room was a command post. Spaceflight, air warfare, Tactical Operations Center, Combat Information Center. All the same - console operators and prowling section supervisors, all wearing headphones and staring at so many screens.

A huge front screen showed - a map of post-Firecracker Sacramento.

In front of us, separated by polite ribbon and frowning armed troopers, was a conference table with obvious leadership.

At the head of the table sat Pat.

George was beside us. I looked for his snarling bear credential and he was not wearing it. Instead his credential was VISITOR just like ours.

There was one other man, notably short of stature but wearing a finely tailored business suit and exuding an air of false confidence, also wearing the VISITOR badge.

"Major Verrill Hund, United States Army," he introduced himself.

I nodded briefly, and ignored him thereafter. My crew followed my example, turning shoulders to him as if we had rehearsed it.

We were not here to study America.

But there was something here that California wanted the world to see.

"Attention operations, this is an authorized training exercise."

A bell rang and monitors lit with a rolling script.

"UNCLASSIFIED SENSITIVE - OPERATIONAL TRAINING EXERCISE - DRILL DRILL DRILL"

"Attention on deck. This is a Civil Defense operational exercise. Field components are being table topped."

I looked helplessly at my bodyguard.

"It's a war game," he said. The American Major chuckled.

The main video display zoomed on the terminal we had just left, on a particular area coned off from the rest.

A bus sat there.

"We have a contingency situation. Radiation sensors have detected a possible radiological device in the Transit Terminal."

Operators sat bolt upright and started talking and comparing. I realized that one that I could see wore a CAL-OSHA uniform; another the distinctive tan of the California Highway Patrol. This was a command post for civilian as well as military operations.

"Do we evacuate?"

"They'll detonate."

"Casualty projection two."

Two? My face must have betrayed me to the American.

"Two million," he muttered, as a bored man might to a servant or a dog.

"Jammers?"

"Ready on command."

"CONSTANT?"

"Also ready."

I found out later that CONSTANT was an acronym. California Operational Nuclear Safety Tactical And Neutralization Team. California's equivalent to America's Department of Energy Nuclear Emergency Search Teams.

"Do we have a disruption option?"

"In a crowded transit terminal?"

The jumpsuit the horrified man who answered the question had pilot's wings to go with the stars on his collar. An Air Force general?

"Yes. Launch the standing CAP. Load the second CAP with cluster ordinance."

"Governor, we can drop two five hundred pound bombs directly on top of that bus whenever you like. It will also flatten the terminal and kill several hundred people."

"Cheaper than two."

"Be ready. Let's give Collections a chance."

A woman in a nondescript military uniform with no rank, yet carrying a powerful holstered handgun, spoke over her headset.

"We're getting snipers into position. Working on a second disruption option. Ten minutes to get it there."

"Do we have a signature?"

Some discussion.

"Not an obvious one. We would need to get equipment much closer, or lab analysis of a sample."

The answer to that was oarda consensus of "Too late."

"We have new information. The item is of American manufacture."

The American frowned at this, clearly resisting the temptation to scoff. Of course the Untied Snakes were the bad guys, as predictable a villain as in any movie Hollywood had made when it was in the movie business. Before the Firecracker.

"Contact the Americans. Warn them. Noncooperation means the Pact."

Even I knew about the Pact. One more Californian city nuked, and America would lose ten cities.

This dramatically increased the complexity of the scenario. Because now the deterrence involved military operations, not merely domestic ones.

The American looked he could not decide whether to be baffled or infuriated. He settled for observing carefully.

Now I could place him. A military diplomat, a known spy. A military attache, was the term.

"They disavowed."

A slight scoff. "Of course. But are they being helpful?"

"Partial evac. Let's get the Governor out at least."

"No," intoned Pat from the head of the table. And I had the feeling it was not for the sake of the exercise either.

"Continuity check..." a pause. "Passed."

So if something happened, it would simulate the destruction of this room.

That was of course the problem with nuclear warfare. Huge areas of effect with relatively small devices. Something that could be hidden on a bus could wreck a city.

"We have three choices and not much time."

"Four, we have a charge five minutes out," the rankless woman soldier said.

"Fine, four. Blow it or blow it, move it or attempt to disarm it."

Pat carefully shrugged.

"This one is up to the experts."

"Bomb is unreliable. Use the charge," one specialist recommended.

"Disarm. High risk high return," another avowed.

"Move it or blow it," a uniformed soldier with a name tag and actual collar stars said.

"Charge," became the consensus.

I didn't know what they meant until someone started talking about casualty and damage projections.

Someone had knowingly walked up to a nuclear weapon and given it a nice big friendly hug, while wearing a suicide vest.

Even in simulation it was a forlorn hope, a counsel of desperation.

"Bear Force," the American breathed. Then looked around in fear anyone had heard him.

Only we had. No one else.

California's terrorists. Apparently on the side of the angels here. And the soldier with no name tag, the liasion officer between the clean hand and the dirty one. The one that dropped the pants versus the one that did the wiping.

"Under twenty dead, over a hundred injured. Some radiological injuries. We've got the drains covered and the hazard contained."

By the standards of nuclear war, that was getting off cheaply.

Then they proceeded to play out the other three choices. It made sense, everyone was here.

The air delivered bombs - hundreds dead, thousands injured. And no guarantee of success.

The disarm. A frank discussion of how not very good their technicians were. A small chance of no harm at all, and a not small chance of losing that two million people in this part of Sacramento.

Movement was a guaranteed fail. The device was smart enough to know it had reached its final resting place, and further motion was not to be allowed. No chance of no harm.

The exercise ended. Pat left so swiftly that I hardly saw her go, and I had been looking for her to move.

(Her? Him? Other pronouns? Pat left everything so vague that no one could figure it out.)

The American looked at us.

"You're British," he said wonderingly at last.

I shrugged.

"And the guy who doesn't talk, I guess he must be French."

A cameraman with no camera could still play a part. He did, by saying nothing at all.

"What does California gain by playing these posturing games, as if she were an actual power?" the American major challenged.

We did not answer.

So a long moment later, he was escorted out by his handler, a California Army officer wearing major's tabs. Equal in rank if not in power.

George joined us.

"Sorry about the swift timing. It was a use it or lose it to get you in here."

"Can we ask the staff questions?"

"No."

With that, we were escorted back to our devices, with them back to the taxicab, which left and wandered Sacramento and ultimately took us to a luxury hotel, where rooms had - as usual when changing cities - been booked for us.

George had left us taxiside. We would see him again, but probably not today.

We had been tired from the bus trip. Now we were exhausted.

The impression I had gotten from the exercise crew was that they were utterly serious, highly dedicated - and frightened. Not in the sense of a child or a fool, but as adults knowingly facing war's desolation with poorish odds.

I wanted to ask George where California could find people willing to die for her. For myself I was afraid he might answer.

"Bear Force," I mused aloud.

"How can we find out more about them?"
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GWOT V - School Safety VPP

Cal/OSHA Publications Unit / Department of Industrial Relations / Public Domain Document / California Public Records Act Compliant

This is a post-Rebellion and post-Firecracker document. By its nature, a license for use by K-12 and K-12-Community Schools is inherent.

It is the position of post-Rebellion California that all copyright laws are null and void when applied to operations of the Republic of California.

Nothing in this document creates a new legal right or immunity. All persons remain responsible for their actions or failures to act.

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CAL-OSHA GUIDANCE DOCUMENT
MODEL WRITTEN VIOLENCE PREVENTION PLAN FOR K-12 AND COMMUNITY SCHOOLS (NON-CORRECTIONAL SETTINGS)

This is a fillable template that the administrator must complete. Instructions in red font enclosed in brackets indicate where you must enter your school-specific information.

Who is this model plan for?

All K-12 and K-12-Community schools are required to establish, implement, and maintain an effective, written Violence Prevention Plan (VPP) as a condition of lawful `operation. Any such organization without a valid VPP presented on demand is subject to immediate administrative closure and evacuation by CAL-OSHA. Force is authorized.

What does the model plan include?

Schools are not required to use this model VPP. They may create their own, use another VPP template, or incorporate Violence prevention into their existing Injury and Illness Prevention Program (IIPP) as a separate section. Cal/OSHA requires employers to engage with employees, teachers and students in developing and implementing their VPP. This model plan is intended to help schools develop a separate, stand-alone Violence Prevention Plan (VPP). It was written for a broad spectrum of educational environments, and it may not match your establishment's exact needs. However, it provides the essential framework to identify, evaluate, and control Violence hazards.

Use of this model program does not ensure compliance with California Law. School administrators are personally liable both civilly and criminally for any violations of law regardless of use of this model program.

How to put the model program to use?

Proper use of this model program requires the school to identify and ensure that the person or person(s) responsible for implementing the plan.

The person responsible for implementing the plan is the Principal or Chief Administrative Officer of the facility or site. THIS RESPONSIBLITY MAY BE SHARED BUT THIS RESPONSIBILITY MAY NOT BE DELEGATED.

This plan must be available and easily accessible to affected employees, authorized employee representatives, students in attendance and representatives of Cal/OSHA at all times. It must also be posted on the school's onion site. Specifics of use to an attacker (i.e. magnometer detection settings, alarm codes, special response procedure designations, prowords, etc) may be redacted from the onion site version.

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Violence PREVENTION PROGRAM for [Name of School]

Our establishment’s Violence Prevention Plan (VPP) addresses the hazards known to be associated with the five types of Violence.
Date of Last Review: [Type the date the last review was done to the plan]
Date of Last Revision(s): [Type the date the last revision(s) (if any) were made to the plan]

DEFINITIONS

Emergency - Unanticipated circumstances that can be life threatening or pose a risk of significant injuries to employees or other persons.

Engineering controls - An aspect of the built space or a device that removes a hazard from the school or creates a barrier between the employee / school and the hazard.

Labor Representative - An employee, typically selected by secret ballot, who is responsible for working with the Principal or Chief Administrative Officer as the organized labor representative on the School Violence Committee. The LR must have full access to related information but must keep it confidential. The LR may also report any information received from the employee community and enjoys complete personal immunity from liability for such disclosures.

Log - The violent incident log required by law

Plan - The Violence prevention plan required by law.

School Student Representative - A student, typically elected, who is responsible for working with the Principal or Chief Administrative Officer as the student representative on the School Violence Committee. The SSR must have full access to related information but must keep it confidential. The SSR may also report any information received from the student community and enjoys complete personal immunity from liability for such disclosures.

School Violence Committee - The joint committee that administers the Violence Prevention Plan and oversees

Serious injury or illness - Any injury or illness occurring in a place of employment or in connection with any employment that requires inpatient hospitalization for other than medical observation or diagnostic testing, or in which an employee suffers an amputation, the loss of an eye, or any serious degree of permanent disfigurement, but does not include any injury or illness or death caused by an accident on a public street or highway, unless the accident occurred in a construction zone.

Threat of violence - Any verbal or written statement, including, but not limited to, texts, electronic messages, social media messages, or other online posts, or any behavioral or physical conduct, that conveys an intent, or that is reasonably perceived to convey an intent, to cause physical harm or to place someone in fear of physical harm, and that serves no legitimate purpose.

Violence - Any act of violence or threat of violence that occurs in a place of employment.

Violence includes, but is not limited to, the following:

The threat or use of physical force against a person that results in, or has a high likelihood of resulting in, injury, psychological trauma, or stress, regardless of whether the employee sustains an injury.

An incident involving a threat or use of a firearm or other dangerous weapon, including the use of common objects as weapons, regardless of whether the person sustains an injury.

The following five Violence types:

Type 1 violence - INTRUDER - Violence committed by a person who has no legitimate business at the school, and includes violent acts by anyone who enters the school or approaches employees with the intent to commit a crime.

Type 2 violence - INTERNAL CUSTOMER THREAT - Violence directed at employees by customers, clients, patients, students, inmates, or visitors.

Type 3 violence - INTERNAL WORKER THREAT Violence against an employee by a present or former employee, supervisor, or manager.

Type 4 violence - DOMESTIC ABUSER - Violence committed in the school by a person who does not work there, but has or is known to have had a personal relationship with an employee or student.

Type 5 violence - TERRORIST - Violence committed in the school with the intent to cause fear, interfere in the operations of the school, or in furtherance of rebellion against the state of California or felonious restoration of United States dominion.

Violence does not include lawful acts of self defense or defense of others.

Repeat with emphasis.

VIOLENCE DOES NOT INCLUDE LAWFUL ACTS OF SELF DEFENSE OR DEFENSE OF OTHERS.

Work practice controls - Procedures and rules which are used to effectively reduce Violence hazards.

RESPONSIBILITY

The VPP administrator, [enter the name of the program administrator and their job title], has the authority and responsibility for implementing the provisions of this plan for [Name of employer]. If there are multiple persons responsible for the plan, their roles will be clearly described.

Example:
Responsible Persons
Job Title/Position
Armed? Y / N
VPP Responsibility(ies)
Phone #
Email

[Joe Smith]
[Principal]
[Armed? Y] - Principals and Chief Administrators must be armed as a condition of employment.
[Overall responsibility for the plan; John approves the final plan and any major changes. Joe is a qualified Incident Commander.]
[(323) 123-4567]
[Jsmith@school.ca.edu]

[Joseph White]
[HR Manager]
[Armed? N]
[Responsible for employee involvement and training; Joe organizes safety meetings, updates training materials, and handles any reports of Violence. Joseph is an alternate Incident Commander.]
[(213) 123-4567]
[Jwhite@school.ca.edu]

[Semore Joes]
[Security Manager]
[Armed? Y]
[Responsible for emergency response, hazard identification, and coordination with other employers; Semore conducts safety inspections, coordinates emergency response procedures, and communicates with other employers about the plan. Semore is a qualified Incident Commander.]
[(562) 123-4567]
[semorej@school.ca.edu]

All paid employees are responsible for implementing and maintaining the VPP in their work areas and for answering employee questions about the VPP.

EMPLOYEE AND SCHOOL ACTIVE INVOLVEMENT

[Name of school] ensures the following policies and procedures to obtain the active involvement of employees and authorized employee representatives and students in developing and implementing the plan:

Management will work with and allow employees and students and authorized employee representatives to participate in:
Identifying, evaluating, and determining corrective measures to prevent Violence. [Provide details on what those policies and procedures are.

Example:

Management will have monthly safety meetings with employees and students and their representatives to discuss identification of Violence related concerns/hazards, evaluate those hazards and/or concerns, and how to correct them. These meetings could involve brainstorming sessions, discussions of recent incidents, and reviews of safety procedures).]

Designing and implementing training [Provide details on what those policies and procedures are.

Example:

The procedure for authorized employees to lawfully possess firearms on this campus is as follows. Specify training requirements, background checks, process for temporarily or removing firearms authority, how firearms are to be stored.

The procedure for authorized and supervised student access to weapons and dangerous equipment, with training requirements, background checks, process for temporarily or removing such access, and safe and secure storage of such equipment with procedures to inventory and control such weapons and equipment and prevent loss and theft.

Employees and students are encouraged to participate in designing and implementing training programs, and their suggestions are incorporated into the training materials. For example, an employee and students might suggest a new training scenario based on a recent incident.

Reporting and investigating Violence incidents. [Provide details on what those policies and procedures are.

Management will ensure that all Violence policies and procedures within this written plan are clearly communicated and understood by all employees and students. Managers and supervisors including student trusties will enforce the rules fairly and uniformly.

All employees and students will follow all Violence prevention plan directives, policies, and procedures, and assist in maintaining a safe work environment. [Provide details on what those policies and procedures are.]

The Violence Prevention Program will be integrated with the Emergency Operations Plan and the Mass Casualty Plan as required by other CAL/OSHA Directives.

The plan shall be in effect at all times and in all work areas and be specific to the hazards and corrective measures for each school location, work area and operation.

EMPLOYEE AND STUDENT COMPLIANCE

Our system to ensure that employees comply with the rules and work practices that are designed to make the school more secure, and do not engage in threats or physical actions which create a security hazard for others in the school, include at a minimum:

Training employees and students, supervisors, and managers in the provisions of [Name of employer] Violence Prevention Plan (VPP)

Effective procedures to ensure that supervisory and nonsupervisory employees and students comply with the VPP. [Describe how this will be accomplished]

Provide retraining to employees and students whose safety performance is deficient with the VPP.

Recognizing employees and students who demonstrate safe work practices that promote the VPP in the school by [describe how this will be done, for instance by memos/emails or certificate of recognition from the school and peers.]

Discipline employees and students for failure to comply with the VPP. (You can either refer to [Name of school] existing discipline process or outline specific steps for the VPP) [Enter information on additional means of ensuring employee and student compliance]

COMMUNICATION WITH EMPLOYEES AND STUDENTS

We recognize that open, two-way communication between our management team, staff, students, community emergency services and other employers, about Violence issues is essential to a safe and productive school. The following communication system is designed to facilitate a continuous flow of Violence prevention information between management and staff in a form that is readily understandable by all employees and students, and consists of one or more of the following:

- New employee and new student orientation includes Violence prevention policies and procedures.
- Violence prevention training programs.
- Regularly scheduled meetings that address security issues and potential Violence hazards
- Effective communication between employees, students and supervisors about Violence prevention and violence concerns. [Describe how this will be accomplished]

For example, ensure that supervisors and employees and students can communicate effectively and in their first language.

Posted or distributed Violence prevention information.

How employees and students can report a violent incident, threat, or other Violence concern to employer or law enforcement without fear of reprisal or adverse action. [Describe how this will be accomplished

Examples:

Employees and students can anonymously report a violent incident, threat, of other violence concerns.

Provide contact information for who to call for emergency response [Describe how this will be accomplished, including what number(s) will be called. E.g.: precise access number(s), including how 911 will be accessed.]

Employees and students will not be prevented from accessing their mobile or other communication devices to seek emergency assistance, assess the safety of a situation, or communicate with a person to verify their safety. Employees’ and students concerns will be investigated in a timely manner and they will be informed of the results of the investigation and any corrective actions to be taken. [Describe how this will be accomplished]

Emergency signal systems activated by employees and students are an essential part of emergency response.

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL THE ACCESS TO EMERGENCY SIGNAL SYSTEMS BE RESTRICTED. Breakaway safeties and anti-accidental activation devices are permitted.

A different sound will signal Violence than will be used for fire, chemical spill, medical emergency or non-Violence related event.

[Enter other methods of effective communication

Example:
Updates on the status of investigations and corrective actions are provided to employees through email and at safety meetings. These updates could include information about the progress of investigations, the results of investigations, and any corrective actions taken.

Example:
Updates during daily/weekly/monthly/quarterly meetings with other employers in the neighborhood (at or near and around the same school) to discuss the plan and any updates. These meetings could involve sharing updates to the plan, discussing recent incidents, and coordinating training sessions.

Example:

Sharing training materials and incident reports with other organizations to ensure a coordinated response to any incidents. This could involve sending copies of training materials and incident reports to other organizations.]

COORDINATION WITH OTHER EMPLOYERS

[Name of school] will implement the following effective procedures to coordinate implementation of its plan with other employers to ensure that those employers and employees understand their respective roles, as provided in the plan.

All employees and students will be trained on Violence prevention.

Violence incidents involving any employee or student are reported, investigated, and recorded.

At a multiemployer worksite, [name of school] will ensure that if its employees or students experience Violence incident that [name of employer] will record the information in a violent incident log and shall also provide a copy of that log to controlling employer, as well as the Labor Representative.

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Violence INCIDENT REPORTING PROCEDURE
[Name of school] will implement the following effective procedures to ensure that:

All threats or acts of Violence are reported to an student or employee’s teacher, supervisor or manager, who will inform the VPP administrator. This will be accomplished by [describe]. If that's not possible, employees or students will report incidents directly to the VPP administrator, [Enter the name of the program administrator or the job title].

[Enter other procedures for reporting incidents, threats, hazards and concerns of Violence.

Examples:

Employees and students can report incidents to their supervisor, HR, or through an anonymous hotline. The hotline could be a dedicated phone number or an onion form.

Violence Reporting Hotline: [Insert Violence Hotline number]

Violence Reporting form: [Insert Violence Reporting Form onion link or QR code]

A strict non-retaliation policy is in place, and any instances of retaliation are dealt with swiftly and decisively. [Describe how this will occur: For example, an student or employee who retaliates against a peer for reporting an incident could be disciplined or expelled or terminated.]

EMERGENCY RESPONSE PROCEDURES

[Name of school] has in place the following specific measures to handle actual or potential Violence emergencies:

Effective means to alert employees and students of the presence, location, and nature of Violence emergencies by the following [state what methods of communication and when certain methods should be used or not used.

Example:
Alarm systems and PA announcements will be used to alert employees of emergencies (The alarms could be audible alarms, visual alarms, or both.)]

[Name of employer] will have evacuation or sheltering plans. [Describe what those procedures are. The plans could include maps of evacuation routes, locations of emergency exit, and instructions for sheltering in place.]

IT IS SPECIFICALLY REQUIRED THAT STUDENTS, AS WELL AS STAFF, BE ALERTED IN THE EVENT OF AN IMMEDIATE HAZARD TO HUMAN LIFE. FAILURE TO SO ALERT SHALL BE PROSECUTED AS CRIMINAL NEGLIGENCE. IF DEATH RESULTS, THE CRIME (BY THE PERSON OR PERSONS CHOOSING TO SUPPRESS ALARM) IS VOLUNTARY MANSLAUGHTER.

How to obtain help from staff (including qualified student staff), security personnel, or law enforcement (including student police cadets). [Include contact information for response staff and local law enforcement and post in common areas] [list posted locations]. [Describe what those procedures are. This information could include phone numbers, email addresses, and physical locations of emergency equipment, weapons and medical supplies. If there is immediate danger, call for emergency assistance by dialing (9) 9-1-1, (dial outside access number first if applicable) and then notify the (VPP Administrator).]

DUE TO THE SPECIAL HAZARDS OF SCHOOLS, ON SITE IMMEDIATE ARMED RESPONSE IS REQUIRED BY LAW. The armed response WILL RESPOND to any event involving serious physical injury, any weapon, or any Type 5 incident. Failure to so respond is a civil and criminal offense under the law.

In the event of an emergency, including a Violence Emergency, contact the following:

Responsible Persons
Job Title/Position
VPP Responsibility(ies)
Phone #
Email
[Semore Joes]
[Security Manager]
[Armed? Y]
[Responsible for emergency response, hazard identification, and coordination with other employers; Semore conducts safety inspections, coordinates emergency response procedures, and communicates with other employers about the plan. Semore is a qualified Incident Commander.]
[(562) 123-4567]
[semorej@company.com]

[Enter other emergency response procedures]

Violence HAZARD IDENTIFICATION AND EVALUATION

The following policies and procedures are established and required to be conducted by [Name of school] to ensure that Violence hazards are identified and evaluated:

Inspections shall be conducted when the plan is first established, after each Violence incident, and whenever the school is made aware of a new or previously unrecognized hazard.

Review all submitted/reported concerns of potential hazards: [These submittals/reports could be from the system the school had implemented for employees and students and their authorized representatives to anonymously inform management about Violence hazards of threats of violence without fear of reprisal/retaliation.)

Examples:
Daily or weekly review of all submitted and reported concerns.

Violence Hazards suggestion box

Online form for reporting Violence hazards

Voicemail/email/text messages

[Other procedures to ensure students, employees and student and employee representatives participate in VPP.]

Periodic Inspections

Periodic inspections of Violence hazards will identify unsafe conditions and work practices. This may require assessment for more than one type of Violence. Periodic Inspections shall be conducted: [detail periodic inspection frequency]

Periodic inspections to identify and evaluate Violence and hazards will be performed by the following designated personnel in the following areas of the school:

Specific Person Name/Job Title
Area/Department/Specific location
[Enter name]
[Enter name of area observed]

Inspections for Violence hazards include assessing:
[Describe factors specific to school that may result in risk of Violence.

Examples:

The exterior and interior of the school for its attractiveness to robbers.
Locations accessible to the public, such as pre-security waiting or office lounge, where a suspicious package or device could be left.
The need for violence surveillance measures, such as mirrors and cameras.
Procedures for employee response during a robbery or other criminal act

IT IS UNLAWFUL TO PROHIBIT ANY STUDENT OR EMPLOYEE AT ANY LEVEL FROM CONFRONTING VIOLENT PERSONS OR TRESPASSERS OR THOSE COMMITTING ANY CRIMINAL ACT.

Procedures for reporting suspicious persons or activities.
Effective location and functioning of emergency buttons and alarms.
Posting of emergency telephone numbers for law enforcement, fire, and medical services.
Whether employees have access to a telephone with an outside line.
Whether employees have effective escape routes from the school.
Whether employees have a designated safe area where they can go to in an emergency.
Adequacy of school security systems, such as door locks, entry codes or badge readers, security windows, physical barriers, and restraint systems.
Frequency and severity of threatening or hostile situations that may lead to violent acts by persons who are service recipients of our establishment.
Employees’ skill in safely handling threatening or hostile service recipients (example: security guards, student trusties, on site law enforcement).
Effectiveness of systems and procedures that warn others of actual or potential Violence danger or that summon assistance, e.g., alarms or panic buttons.
The use of work practices such as the "buddy" system for specified emergency events.
The availability of escape routes.
How well our establishment's management and employees and students communicate with each other.
Access to and freedom of movement within the school by non-attendees, including recently discharged employees or persons with whom one of our employees is having a dispute.
Frequency and severity of students' and employees’ reports of threats of physical or verbal abuse by managers, supervisors, or other students or employees.
Any prior violent acts, threats of physical violence, verbal abuse, property damage or other signs of strain or pressure in the school.]
[Other procedures to identify and evaluate Violence hazards]

Violence HAZARD CORRECTION
Violence hazards will be evaluated and corrected in a timely manner. [Name of employer] will implement the following effective procedures to correct Violence hazards that are identified:
If an imminent Violence hazard exists that cannot be immediately abated without endangering employee(s) , all exposed person(s) will be removed from the situation except those necessary to correct the existing condition. Persons necessary to correct the hazardous condition will be provided with the necessary protection.[ Explain which workers this applies to, why they are necessary, and what protections will be provided]
All corrective actions taken will be documented and dated on the appropriate forms. [Include procedures for what forms to use and how to document the corrective actions taken].
Corrective measures for Violence hazards will be specific to a given work area.

[Examples:
Make the school unattractive to robbers by:

Improve lighting around and at the school.

Post of signs notifying the public that deadly force is used to protect human life and that cameras are monitoring the facility.

Utilize surveillance measures, such as cameras and mirrors, to provide information as to what is going on outside and inside the school and to dissuade criminal activity.

Hire internal or external security guards and have them patrol the school interior and perimeter.

Install security surveillance cameras in and around the school.

Provide Violence systems, such as door locks, violence windows, physical barriers, emergency alarms and restraint systems by:

Ensure the adequacy of Violence systems

Post emergency telephone numbers for law enforcement, fire, and medical services

Control, access to, and freedom of movement within, the school by non-employees and non-students, include recently discharged employees or expelled students or persons with whom one of our community members is having a dispute.

Install effective systems to warn others of a violence danger or to summon assistance, e.g., alarms or panic buttons.

Ensure students and employees have access to a telephone with an outside line. Provide employee training/re-training(refreshers) on the VPP, which could include but not limited to the following:

Recognizing and handling threatening or hostile situations that may lead to violent acts by persons who are service recipients of our establishment.

Ensure that all reports of violent acts, threats of physical violence, verbal abuse, property damage or other signs of strain or pressure in the school are handled effectively by management and that the person making the report is not subject to retaliation by the person making the threat.

Improve how well our establishment's management and employees and students communicate with each other.

Procedures for reporting suspicious persons, activities, and packages.

Designation of safe places to which a suspicious package may be taken or kept to minimize damage and casualties.

Designation of places where a person lawfully arrested or restrained may be kept prior to surrendering the detainee to law enforcement. In general this should be as public a place as possible within sight and hearing but at a physical distance from areas of assembly - i.e. center of school quad or lawn.

Provide/review student, employee, supervisor, and management training on emergency action procedures.

Ensure adequate escape routes.

Increase awareness by students, employees, supervisors, and managers of the warning signs of potential Violence. [Provide procedures on how to will be accomplished]

Ensure that student employee disciplinary and discharge procedures address the potential for Violence. [Provide procedures on how to will be accomplished]

Establish a policy for prohibited practices [describe what those are, such as weapons control policies.]

[A weapons prohibition or 'no weapons' policy must indicate all exceptions, including authorized armed personnel.]

Limit the amount of cash on hand and use time access safes for large bills.

Provide procedures for a "buddy" system for specified emergency events.

[Other procedures for corrective measures for Violence hazards]

SPECIAL TYPE BASED VIOLENCE PROCEDURES

Type 1 violence - INTRUDER

[Procedure to prevent return. For example, "An intruder shall be trespassed and civil and criminal process pursued to exclude this person from the premises forever. If a prior violent intruder returns, force may be used in proportion to the prospective threat posed by the violent intruder with the minimal or even no warning that may be permitted by the criminal laws."]

Type 2 violence - INTERNAL CUSTOMER THREAT\

[Procedure to prevent repetition. For example, "After evaluation of the facts, it is the policy of the school that any person who commits an act of violence at this school shall be trespassed, removed, fired, expelled, or imprisoned, never to return."]

Type 3 violence - INTERNAL WORKER THREAT

[As Type 2 Above. Review of procedures that the worker may have had access to, for revision for improved safety.]

Type 4 violence - DOMESTIC ABUSER

[Procedure to prevent return, with enhancement. For example, "A domestic abuser who trespasses at the school to commit an act of violence will be treated as a general deadly threat. If they are ever seen returning to the school, in violation of their restraining order or terms of probation, school representatives will immediately resort to use of force to restrain the domestic abuser without any attempt to communicate or negotiate. Refer to the California Criminal Jury Instructions, Deadly Force Self Defense, 'A person is justified in using more aggressive defensive measures in the face of prior threats or acts of violence.'"]

[Special procedures to protect the targets of Type 4 violence. This may include the assignment of body guards and/or issuance of school owned lethal and non lethal weapons to the would-be victim.]

Type 5 violence - TERRORIST.

[Procedure to protect the integrity of the educational environment. Only the most minor offenses should result in severe punishments that leave the opportunity open for the offender to re-integrate with the school community. Any offense involving a weapon or harm to a person should be treated as Type 2 and Type 4, above, and the person's name and face and crime should be publicly posted throughout the school and in the nearby community as well.]

PROCEDURES FOR POST INCIDENT RESPONSE AND INVESTIGATION

After a school incident, the VPP administrator or their designee will implement the following post-incident procedures:

Visit the scene of an incident as soon as safe and practicable.
Interview involved parties, such as employees, witnesses, law enforcement, and/or security personnel.
Review security footage of existing security cameras if applicable.
Examine the school for security risks associated with the incident, including any previous reports of inappropriate behavior by the perpetrator.
Determine the cause of the incident.
Take corrective action to prevent similar incidents from occurring.
Record the findings and ensuring corrective actions are taken.
Obtain any reports completed by law enforcement.
The violent incident log will be used for every Violence incident and will include information, such as: [See attached Violent Incident Log]
The date, time, and location of the incident.
The Violence type or types involved in the incident.
A detailed description of the incident.
A classification of who committed the violence, including whether the perpetrator was a client or customer, student or prospective student, family or friend of a client or customer, stranger with criminal intent, coworker, supervisor or manager, partner or spouse, parent or relative, or other perpetrator.
A classification of circumstances at the time of the incident, including, but not limited to, whether the employee was completing usual job duties, working in poorly lit areas, rushed, working during a low staffing level, isolated or alone, unable to get help or assistance, working in a community setting, or working in an unfamiliar or new location.
A classification of where the incident occurred, such as in the school, parking lot or other area outside the school, or other area.
The type of incident, including, but not limited to, whether it involved any of the following:
Physical attack without a weapon, including, but not limited to, biting, choking, grabbing, hair pulling, kicking, punching, slapping, pushing, pulling, scratching, or spitting.
Attack with a weapon or object, including, but not limited to, a firearm, knife, or other object.
Threat of physical force or threat of the use of a weapon or other object.
Sexual assault or threat, including, but not limited to, rape, attempted rape, physical display, or unwanted verbal or physical sexual contact.
Animal attack.
Other.
Consequences of the incident, including, but not limited to:
Whether security or law enforcement was contacted and their response.
Actions taken to protect employees from a continuing threat or from any other hazards identified as a result of the incident.
Information about the person completing the log, including their name, job title, and the date completed.
Reviewing all previous incidents.
[Other post-incident procedures]
Example:

Support and resources, such as counseling services, are provided to affected students and employees (These resources could include referrals to counseling services, information about employee assistance programs, and time off work or postponement of deadlines if necessary.]

Ensure that no personal identifying information is recorded or documented in the violent incident log. This includes information which would reveal identification of any person involved in a violent incident, such as the person’s name, address, electronic mail address, telephone number, California Personal Identification Number, or other information that, alone or in combination with other publicly available information, reveals the person’s identity.

TRAINING AND INSTRUCTION

All students and employees, including managers and supervisors, will have training and instruction on general and job-specific Violence practices. These sessions could involve presentations, discussions, and practical exercises. Training and instruction will be provided as follows:

When the VPP is first established.
Annually to ensure all employees understand and comply with the plan.
Whenever a new or previously unrecognized Violence hazard has been identified and when changes are made to the plan. The additional training may be limited to addressing the new Violence hazard or changes to the plan.
[Name of school] will provide its students and employees with training and instruction on the definitions found on page 1 of this plan and the requirements listed below:

The school’s VPP, how to obtain a copy of the schools’s plan at no cost, and how to participate in development and implementation of the employer’s plan.
How to report Violence incidents or concerns to the school or law enforcement without fear of reprisal.
Violence hazards specific to the employees’ jobs, the corrective measures [name of employer] has implemented, how to seek assistance to prevent or respond to violence, and strategies to avoid physical harm.
The violent incident log and how to obtain copies of records pertaining to hazard identification, evaluation and correction, training records, and violent incident logs.
Opportunities [name of school] has for interactive questions and answers with a person knowledgeable about the [name of employer] plan.
[Other]
Examples:

Strategies to avoid/prevent Violence and physical harm, such as:

How to recognize Violence hazards including the risk factors associated with the four types of Violence.

Ways to defuse hostile or threatening situations.

How to recognize alerts, alarms, or other warnings about emergency conditions and how to use identified escape routes or locations for sheltering.

Routes of escape.

Emergency medical care provided in the event of any violent act upon a student or employee. As per the Mass Casualty Plan, adequate emergency medical supplies must be available and dispersed throughout the facility with an emphasis on places of assembly and sheltering areas.

Post-event trauma counseling for employees desiring such assistance, per the Office of the Surgeon General Guidelines and the Psyche programs.

Note: Schools must use training material appropriate in content and vocabulary to the educational level, literacy, and language of employees and students.

EMPLOYEE ACCESS TO THE WRITTEN VPP

[Name of school ] ensures that the VPP plan shall be in writing and shall be available and easily accessible to employees, authorized employee representatives, and representatives of Cal/OSHA at all times. This will be accomplished by [Describe how this will be accomplished.

For Example:

Whenever an employee or student or designated representative requests a copy of the VPP, we will provide the requester with an electronic copy of the VPP.

We will provide unobstructed access through the school onion site, which allows a student employee to review, print, and email the current version of the written VPP. Unobstructed access means that the student or employee, as part of their regular education or work duties, predictably and routinely uses the electronic means to communicate with management or teachers or peers.]

RECORDKEEPING

[Name of School] will:
Create and maintain records of Violence hazard identification, evaluation, and correction, for a minimum of five (5) years.
Create and maintain training records for a minimum of one (1) year and include the following:
Training dates.
Contents or a summary of the training sessions.
Names and qualifications of persons conducting the training.
Names and job titles of all persons attending the training sessions.
Maintain violent incident logs for minimum of five (5) years.
Maintain records of Violence incident investigations for a minimum of five (5) years.
The records shall not contain medical information per applicable laws.

All records of Violence hazard identification, evaluation, and correction; training, incident logs and Violence incident investigations required by the law, shall be made available to Cal/OSHA upon request for examination and copying.

EMPLOYEE AND STUDENT ACCESS TO RECORDS

The following records shall be made available to employees and students and their representatives, upon request and without cost, for examination and copying within 15 calendar days of a request. Electronic copies are acceptable:

Records of Violence hazard identification, evaluation, and correction.
Training records.
Violent incident logs.

REVIEW AND REVISION OF THE VPP
The [Name of School] VPP will be reviewed for effectiveness:
At least annually.
When a deficiency is observed or becomes apparent.
After a Violence incident.
As needed.
Review and revision of the VPP will include the procedures listed in the EMPLOYEE AND STUDENT ACTIVE INVOLVEMENT section of this VPP, as well as the following procedures to obtain the active involvement of employees and authorized employee representatives in reviewing the plan’s effectiveness:
Review of [name of school]’s VPP should include, but is not limited to:
Review of incident investigations and the violent incident log.
Assessment of the effectiveness of security systems, including alarms, emergency response, and security personnel availability (if applicable).
Review that violence risks are being properly identified, evaluated, and corrected. Any necessary revisions are made promptly and communicated to all employees. [These revisions could involve changes to procedures, updates to contact information, and additions to training materials.]
[Other review and revision procedures]

EMPLOYER REPORTING RESPONSIBILITIES

As required by California Code of Regulations (CCR), Title 8, Section 342(a). Reporting Work-Connected Fatalities and Serious Injuries, [Name of employer] will immediately report to Cal/OSHA any serious injury or illness (as defined by CCR, Title 8, Section 330(h)), or death (including any due to Violence) of a student or employee or other person occurring in a place of employment or in connection with any employment. THIS INCLUDES LAWFUL USES OF DEADLY FORCE IN SELF DEFENSE AND DEFENSE OF OTHERS.

[Type Title of owner or top management representative formally approving these procedures and have them sign and date

Example:
[“I, [Name], [Job Title] of [School], hereby authorize and ensure, the establishment, implementation, and maintenance of this written Violence prevention plan and the documents/forms within this written plan. I believe that these policies and procedures will bring positive changes to the workflow, business operations, and overall health and safety as it relates to Violence prevention.”]

Example:
[“I, [Name], [Job Title] of [School], hereby authorize and ensure, the establishment, implementation, and maintenance of this written Violence prevention plan and the documents/forms within this written plan. I am committed to ensuring the safety and well-being of our employees and believe that these policies and procedures will help us achieve that goal.”]

Example:
[“I, [Name], [Job Title] of [School], hereby authorize and ensure, the establishment, implementation, and maintenance of this written Violence prevention plan and the documents/forms within this written plan. I am committed to promoting a culture of safety and violence prevention in our school and believe that these policies and procedures will help us achieve that goal.”]

Please note: These are just examples and should be customized to fit the specific needs of your school. It is important to ensure that the statement of authorization is approved, signed, and dated by the Principal or Chief Administrative Officer of the school.

[Name and title of person authorizing this VPP]


[Signature of person authorizing this VPP] [Date of Signature]

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Violent Incident Log

This log must be used for every Violence incident that occurs in our school. At a minimum, it will include the information required by law.

The information that is recorded will be based on:
Information provided by the employees and/or students who experienced the incident of violence.
Witness statements.
All other investigation findings.

All information that personally identifies the individual(s) involved will be omitted from this log, such as:
Names
Addresses – physical and electronic
Telephone numbers
California Personal Identification Number

[Enter the date the incident occurred (Day, Month, Year)]

[Enter the time (or approximate time) that the incident occurred] a.m./p.m.

Location(s) of Incident
Violence Type (Indicate which type(s) (Type 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
[Enter location(s) where the incident occurred]
[Enter the Violence type(s)

Check which of the following describes the type(s) of incident, and explain in detail:

Note: It is important to understand that “Violence Type” and “Type of Incident” have separate requirements. For this part of the log, “Type of Incident” specifically refers to the nature or characteristics of the incident being logged. It does not refer to the type of Violence.

Physical attack without a weapon, including, but not limited to, biting, choking, grabbing, hair pulling, kicking, punching, slapping, pushing, pulling, scratching, or spitting.

Attack with a weapon or object, including, but not limited to, a firearm, knife, or other object.

Threat of physical force or threat of the use of a weapon or other object.

Sexual assault or threat, including, but not limited to, rape, attempted rape, physical display, or unwanted verbal or physical sexual contact.

Animal attack.

Other.

Explain: [Provide a detailed description of the incident and any additional information on the violence incident type and what it included. Continue on separate sheet of paper if necessary.]

Violence committed by: [For confidentiality, only include the classification of who committed the violence, including whether the perpetrator was a client or customer, family or friend of a client or customer, stranger with criminal intent, coworker, supervisor or manager, partner or spouse, parent or relative, or other perpetrator.]

Circumstances at the time of the incident: [write/type what was happening at the time of the incident, including, but not limited to, whether the employee was completing usual job duties, working in poorly lit areas, rushed, working during a low staffing level, isolated or alone, unable to get help or assistance, working in a community setting, or working in an unfamiliar or new location.]

Where the incident occurred: [Where the incident occurred, such as in the school, parking lot or other area outside the school, or other area.]

Consequences of the incident, including, but not limited to:

Whether security or law enforcement was contacted and their response.

Actions taken to protect employees from a continuing threat or from any other hazards identified as a result of the incident.

Confimation that any Type 5 incident was properly reported to off-campus law enforcement. Type 5 Event Report Number:

[Include information on what the consequences of the incident were.]

Were there any injuries? Yes or No. Please explain:

[Indicate here if there were any injuries, if so, provide description of the injuries ]

Where there any deaths? Yes or No. If so, how many? Please explain:

Were emergency medical responders other than law enforcement contacted, such as a Fire Department, Paramedics, On-site First-aid certified personnel? Yes or No. If yes, explain below:

Were injured persons transported to a California Medical City? Why or why not?

Was mandatory reporting to Cal/OSHA accomplished? IF NO, DO THIS NOW. If yes, document the date and time this was done, along with the name of the Cal/OSHA representative contacted.

A copy of this violent incident log needs to be provided to the employee labor representative and the school student representative whenever a new entry is made. Indicate when it was provided and to whom.

This violent incident log was completed by:

[Name of person completing this log], [Job Title of person completing this log], [Date this log was completed]

[Signature of person completing this log] [Date of completion]
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GWOT IV - Bear Force

[BEGIN]
TS/SCI NOFORN
Project Liberty
Topic: California's "Bear Force"
Keyword: Californication
Special Release Condition: Secure Compartmentalized Intelligence

When necessary to protect national infrastructure and sensitive assets, portions of this document may be disclosed on a case by case basis to Federal law enforcement personnel. Such disclosures should be limited, fully documented and treated as Law Enforcement Sensitive (LES). Under no circumstances should this be treated as Sensitive But Unclassified (SBU) or subject to release conditions, or shared with state, local or tribal law enforcement, or the private sector.

This product is classified above the level of the requesting agency. In the interest of reducing loss of life and damage to national security, this product is being released to the requesting agency as Secure Compartmentalized Intelligence with a special keyword of Californication.

The rebel state of California has numerous military, quasi military forces, armed civilians, former law enforcement agencies now in the service of rebellion, and even private organizations engaged in various aspects of its rebellion against lawful American hegemony.

One of the most secretive and dangerous is known merely as the Bear Force.

The Bear Force is a terrorist organization in every possible sense of the word. It is a state sponsored terrorist organization reporting to and sometimes obedient to the California Republic and its renegade so-called "Provisional Emergency Governor" aka "PEG", publicly known as Pat and known internally to California forces as GovCal for Governor of California. This person has no lawful authority, has never been elected and is a traitor and usurper as well as a rebel.

Very little is publicly known about Bear Force and this is by design. California does not wish to advertise its existence nor accept the implications of assuming responsiblity for terrorist acts. The United States does not wish to publicize or frighten the public.

This poses serious issues in counterintelligence and point defense of Bear Force targets, including key personnel and critical infrastructure.

The Bear Force is split into two component parts. Permanently assigned members of the Bear Force are known as "cadre." This cadre is believed to be, but is not confirmed to be, members of the former "San Francisco" Resistance as it transitioned to become the Army of the California Republic. Members are supported at state expense, sometimes wear uniforms and engage primarily in training, capacity building, and high skill terrorist and command operations.

The remaining members of the Bear Force are mere recruits. They are recruited, given cursory training, issued equipment, sent out on high risk and/or low skill missions, and know as little as possible about the Bear Force organization. This is deliberate to prevent the United States from learning more about Bear Force from prisoners, defectors and through destructive interrogations.

There are ten to twelve (10-12) recruits for every Bear Force cadre member. Some cadre members were directly appointed as such; but most are required to prove themselves first as recruits, surviving at least five (5) missions and participating in arduous training between missions, often with a high fatality rate in both training and combat. It is widely believed among the California public that these recruits are sometimes deliberately killed in training, and often are used up in live operations. This belief is correct.

The best estimate available is that Bear Force has approximately eighty (80) cadre and between four hundred and six hundred (400-600) recruits at any time, depending on recent losses. While this sounds like a small number, the IRA fought the UK to a standstill for two decades with a mere 800 ASU or Active Service Units (individual IRA terrorists).

Analysts are divided as to whether Bear Force will be continued at its current size (plus/minus continual losses) or will be expanded, perhaps even doubled.

Bear Force taskings are generated directly from GovCal. This has been confirmed by National Technical Means. GovCal has reserved to itself the authority to authorize a murder, within or outside California.

The first target of the Bear Force was the former Homeland Agency. The occupation of California during the Firecracker War required a commitment of hundreds of thousands of Homeland personnel and contract employees. Some of these may have committed certain excesses. However, the response by the "San Francisco" Resistance and the Bear Force was to start targeting Homeland personnel, not only within California but soon thereafter elsewhere in the United States.

These murder operations, like any other political assassination or military special operation, require a network of safe houses, intelligence gatherers, support staff, logistics for travel and respite and moving weapons, and means of escape.

California has built this infrastructure and continues to expand and maintain it daily.

The primary California intelligence agency, known as Collections, is deeply involved in supporting Bear Force. However, Bear Force is the moving party in criminal and terrorist operations.

A sample terrorist attack involved the targeting of a Homeland Colonel involved in operating detention camps in the California Central Valley. He was found convulsing in the master bathroom of his single family residence in Camden, New Jersey. His wife called 911 and paramedics arrived to find that he was no longer breathing. Despite lengthy efforts at resuscitation, he died on premises. Autopsy strongly suggested and toxicology confirmed that an unknown person had substituted his toothpaste with a doctored toothpaste containing a deadly poison. The specifics of the poison are known but are [TS/SCI Keyword Methodist].

To execute this attack, a Bear Force operative had to travel from California to New Jersey, move freely through the town, make access to the residence, swap out the harmless product for the deadly one, and withdraw without being detected. Extensive use of National Technical Means determined that in this attack, three Bear Force operatives were involved - a long-haul truck driver, a female companion presenting herself as a prostitute, and an as yet unknown third party who was able to provide housing in the town for the attacker(s) for two days.

Obviously, outside California, Bear Force operatives do not wear uniforms and neither obey nor are protected by the laws of land warfare.

Within California, Bear Force cadre are - rarely - observed in an unmarked BDU uniform with issue Army of the California Republic equipment mixed with unusual and perhaps personal equipment. They are always accompanied by authorized personnel who vouch for the Bear Force cadre traveling with them. Often this is part of a task force combining Army, State, local and private sector personnel working on a shared difficult problem. The Bear Force cadre member functions as a liasion, gathering intelligence and determining leader's intent. This is communicated, usually later, to Bear Force cadre and recruits who then carry out a solution.

Every intelligence and covert operations organization has certain "tells" or patterns of shared habit, training and operations that can be used to identify members.

Bear Force has the following known tells:

-- cadre are notoriously closed mouthed in the presence of third parties
-- recruits are often obviously unqualified for military service, having one or more disqualifiers such as physical or mental health, age, prior criminal history, prior service in anti-California organizations, etc.
-- efforts are made to be conservative with the lives of recruits, but in some cases recruits are killed anyway by their mission or by their own negligence, especially on their 1st or 2nd mission
-- while it is rare, the occasional Bear Force recruit is sent on a knowing suicide mission where there is no opportunity for escape; the suicide terrorist is equipped with poison and carries a powerful explosive charge in an effort to avoid capture - these unusual recruits are first time mission participants and are extensively screened for psychological reliability to carry out their mission - often motivated by the loss of multiple family members
-- every effort is made to keep cadre safe, including the assignment of police and/or Army units to the protection of a single cadre member during a public appearance
-- recruits who have been in service for more than 1-2 missions are unusually physically fit given their limitations; this is suspected to be related to their efforts to pass testing to become cadre
-- silent killing is the strong preference of Bear Force, with an emphasis on silenced and suppressed weapons and knives for sentry removal
-- unusually for commando forces, more typical of espionage organizations, Bear Force makes extensive use of poisons, preferring ingested poisons but also using contact poisons
-- early attacks by Bear Force were with IEDs or Improvised Explosive Devices, because that was the best Bear Force could do
-- more recent Bear Force attacks are more precisely targeted, using smaller precision explosives made in professional shops
-- Bear Force is sensitive to but is not completely against resulting collateral loss of life, especially when the collateral is an adult family member
-- Bear Force is very reluctant to harm or kill children, or to commit murder in front of children - some of the best information on Bear Force operations has been from surviving children who were able to describe attacker and/or method
-- Bear Force does not seek publicity in the United States or in California, but recruits relatively openly among prisoners, soldiers, would-be military recruits and private militias
-- every attempt to infiltrate Bear Force using undercover recruits has ended with the UC dying in a training accident within days, despite extensive preparation and unimpeachable covers
-- the Bear Force has a distinct calling card for its assassinations, a practice left over from the Resistance - the display of a characteristic bear's paw and/or the printed words "Bear Force" (capitalization as indicated) on an embossed card left with the body - forensics has traced these to a printer's shop in Monterey, California - it appears that this calling card is deliberately made to be unique specifically so that American forces can distinguish between a Bear Force hit and the potential for third parties or copycats
-- Bear Force personnel flushed into quasi-military situations such as escape and evasion perform remarkably poorly compared to their other characteristics, but will make every effort to avoid capture including suicide
-- interview with one surviving Bear Force suicide terrorist indicates that they are briefed to expect prolonged and horrific torture and the targeting of any surviving family by American forces if they are captured - videos of Homeland interrogations are shown as part of their anti-capture training
-- Bear Force cadre have demonstrated an ability to improvise explosives and poisons in the absence of their preferred equipment, indicating advanced training in these topics generally unavailable outside intelligence and military special operations

In respect of this information, parties made access to it are asked to share any suspected or actual Bear Force intelligence, incidents or information. Use Intelink keyword BearHunt.

[END]
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Emirate Space Navy: First Meeting

Command Team of ESS Broadsword

First Lieutenant Amy Martinson - Captain

Guardian Chaya Al-Hadin - Emirate Liaison Officer

Naval Chief Petty Officer Samir Kaiser - Senior NCO

Lieutenant Pashar Isa - Junior Officer

No amount of looking at the words on her screen would make this meeting any easier. Nor would allowing her team to interact with each other without her present set any good precedent.

She touched the intercom. God - actually Allah - help them all, it was an actual mechanical push button to an actual _wired_ circuit.

"Pass the word for Al-Hadin, Chief Kaiser and Lieutenant Pashar."

The reply was crisp and immediate.

"Captain, we are paging Guardian Al-Hadin, CPO Kaiser and Lieutenant Isa."

Awkward. She had called the young lordling by his _first name_ the entire first meeting in the hangar bay.

More awkward. Guardian was a title of rank, not a job description. Or was it both?

Most awkward - she didn't know what she didn't know.

The place to start was from the beginning, which was now.

The meeting area of her small but plush captain's quarters was as large as her entire living space had been on Ayer's Rock.

Ayer's Rock was no more.

The Emirate was next.

Thus the utter desperation of appointing a foreign alien to a warship command.

She realized that she did not have, and really should have, both a captain's steward and a yeoman - the former to serve drinks and snacks and arrange her meals and uniforms, and the latter to handle the electronic minutae which by ancient tradition was still called 'paperwork.'

So she herself with her own hands poured tea and set out tumblers of water, but before their arrival.

CPO Kaiser - Samir - was first. He waited until she motioned him to a seat, then took the seat nearest the door. He felt himself junior in this assemblage. She would have to correct that.

Lieutenant Isa came in next, striding confidently. He helped himself to the head of the table.

Amy watched with interest.

CPO Kaiser turned his head, much like the sponson turret of an intercept railgun, and raised a finger.

"Lieutenant, I do believe you would be more comfortable here next to me."

The words were mild but the tone was as icy cold as Between.

Shocked as if someone had yanked his underwear up to his neck, Isa stumbled to his feet and fell into the designated seat.

Then the Guardian came in.

She had met so few women in the Emirate's service. A few Red Crescent nurses and administrators. A brief greeting with of all people, a veiled and modestly dressed member of the Emir's Hareem. Everyone else in authority, and certainly everyone in naval or military uniform, had been male.

Guardian Chaya Al-Hadin had the most alert eyes she had yet seen on any member of the Emirate, without exception. They flickered to Samir, to Palmer, to her. Appraising at a glance her quarters, her lack of servants, the positions of the tea and the water tumblers ... and the interplay between the lordling and the NCO, in which the former had been corrected by the latter.

She then took a seat on the opposite side of the table, leaving the head of the table free for Amy. But her eyes watched and watched and watched.

Amy took that seat.

"We have much to do and not much time. I am informed by Admiral Saiid that we will leave orbit in less than three days."

Samir became even more wooden than before. Orders were orders but his expression shouted that this was unwise.

Lieutenant Palmer Isa had no idea how to control his face or his feelings. He was already overwhelmed; the idea of leaving in mere hours was absurd.

Al-Hadin was neither surprised nor concerned. She noted however the Emirate naval officer and non-commissioned officer.

"It is not a choice of any of us. It is that which must be done. Combat rules apply. I have the word of the Illustrious Emir Himself, Upon Whom The Sun Shines."

Awkward. Her ears, but only her ears, detected the very slight emphasis on the first of the Emir's many titles. Another mistake she had made, butchering her sovereign's title in front of the entire crew.

There was no going back. There was only forward.

Samir took heart from the Guardian's words.

Lieutenant Isa did not. He had been raised to walk easily and without care among the rich and powerful, and a year of the Naval Academy had not cured him of his forwardness.

"How is this possible?!" he exploded. "That is not even enough time to get my luggage, let alone permission to bring any of my girls aboard!"

Samir chose to test the Guardian, by saying nothing.

"Lieutenant, in public I will treat you with the respect due your rank. In meetings such as this, I shall spank you like a small child if you so disrespect the Emirate Space Navy or the commanding officer of this warship. Do you understand, Lieutenant Isa? Or shall I call your mother?"

His mouth opened in utter shock. Then he somehow closed it. Frozen afterward.

"Lieutenant, I asked you a question. Do you understand?"

He blinked and chose prudence over valor.

"Yes, Guardian, I understand."

She made a wordless slight gesture, yielding the floor to their Captain.

"Lieutenant Isa, I apologize for using your first name with the crew. I am unaccustomed to many Emirate customs and traditions. I expect that the three of you will help me with this, discreetly in public, frankly in private.

"As for dunnage, the standard weight limit for officers is 400 kilograms. If you can have it delivered before tomorrow at second watch, you may have it. Otherwise, you will abandon it as we must abandon this world. And you will likely never see it - or your friends or family - ever again."

There were several issues here, Amy knew. She had thought that only one of them knew - herself. Clearly the Guardian also knew. Much to her surprise, the Emirate sailor knew as well.

So only the lordling was shocked and dismayed.

"Captain, I will do my duty, but how can this be? We are one of the Emirate's most powerful ships, sent out by the Emir Himself. Where are we to go and what are we to do?"

It was to his great credit that he spoke first of mission rather than of family, or even his body servants. Amy did not know or care if they were whores, wives or concubines.

"We are on mission to save the Emirate from deadly threat. It is likely that we will fail, and die. But if we do, the Emirate likely dies with us."

She turned to the smart wall and spoke to it instead.

"Strategic display."

She had spent weeks pulling it together. Admiral Saiid had contributed much. So had the survivor from New Brunswick. The ARC data archive he had been given was so extensive and complex that she had trouble going through it. But she had found locations for ARC fleets and Republic Space Control Bases. It had even had an entry on this very ship, she now commanded. Her own files, a backup of the Ayer's Rock database, had contributed here and there. Emirate astrographers had at her request verified some of the stellar data. Guardians had even interjected pieces here and there.

A large, threatening swath of blue took up most of the screen towards the Galactic Core. This was Republic territory. Hundreds of planets, thousands of ships.

A patchwork of pink - ARC controlled space - and red - ARC dominated space - occupied most of the space away from the core. Planets were not where the ARC lived and thrived.

The Emirate star system was a single green dot.

The system of New Brunswick was a green outline of a Christian cross within an extended arm of blue. Conquered.

"This is our situation. Notice that the neutrals and non aligned powers are outnumbered and severely outgunned by the two major powers. We are among the weakest of those powers. This ship, which Lieutenant Isa boasted correctly is one of the most powerful ships in the Emirate ... is a fucking light freighter!"

The profanity, she watched closely for reaction to.

The Guardian did not, at all.

Samir reacted only a tiny amount. He was already most of the way to seeing her only as a naval officer, disregarding her gender and his eyes.

The lordling also did not. At least to the profanity. His eyes flared.

Then he read and appreciated the summaries of Republic and ARC warships and naval fighting power. And they could see his arrogant young heart skip a beat, and start to sink.

"If there were no hope, none of us would be here. I would be commanding a much smaller fighting crew, to spend our lives. Samir would be training sailors on the station, to fill crew slots and later body bags. The Guardian would be preparing evacuations. And you, young Lieutenant, would have a ship of your own as soon as we could finish building one, so you could get yourself and your crew killed with honor."

He blinked again. A ship of his own?

"But as there is hope, we are all here to do very different things. We must learn our foes, scout and reconnoiter, skulk and hide. Can we get these empires to fight each other? Carve out a separate piece? Evacuate? Recolonize elsewhere? Or some option we have yet to consider?"

The Guardian raised a finger.

"May I, Captain?"

She nodded.

"I have the order of the Emir in his own Voice and Words. The mission of our fleet is as our Captain has outlined. The mission of this ship - and this is not to leave this room or these ears! - is to safeguard the life of the Prince and the continuation of the Emirate's legacy.

"I am authorized to inform you all that a genetics and generative health archive and database will be installed aboard this ship tomorrow. It will contain the existing genetic diversity of the Emirate and a basic colonization package."

The ability to give mothers children other than from fathers. The ability to seed a world's existing ecology with that which humans would need to survive there.

"This is the fastest - by acceleration curves - warship in Emirate service. I must ask, Captain. Can we be made to go faster?"

Amy thought of deception, but decided instead to reply as openly and honestly as she hoped her command team would be with her.

"The actual limitation is how many gravities of acceleration the crew can take and still function, and the extra equipment - such as your genetic archive - can take without damage. At the moment this is just over two Terran gravities. There are ways. Crew tanks that absorb G forces. Possibly acceleration suits such as those worn by Republic parasite fighter pilots. The most careful packing of that archive. But we only have six such tanks, all in the medical bay, and we have no fighter pilot suits. I will need the technical specifications of the archive."

The Guardian got out her handheld and made a few swift motions. File transferred.

"The other question, Captain, is range. Not just how fast can we run, but how far?"

"This ship has power for the rest of our natural lives. With care and excellent maintenance, this can be extended into the lives of our children. With great luck and great care, perhaps their children - our grandchildren. If it is that we should live so long.

"The first concern is to complete our departure crew. The naval term in the Ayer's Rock Naval Militia is 'accompanied assignment.' Each of you is authorized a single family member as companion. This person must make their way to the station at once and board tomorrow, whoever it may be.

"I have no surviving family and have no selection to make."

It was little they knew about her, and vice versa. But that they needed to know, that with the destruction of Ayer's Rock she was an orphan.

Samir spoke swiftly.

"My wife. We have two children."

"Ages?"

"Seven and ten."

"Take them aboard, all three, as soon as this meeting ends."

It was good that they heard her first command decision in such a way.

His face was naked with relief.

The Guardian was steadfast but stricken.

"My own mother has never left the planet, and never would. I have no other family."

Lieutenant Isa was as stricken, but young and thought quickly. He had not been selected for such a role by accident or mishap.

"My family would not leave. They are committed to their duties and to our home. I have no engagement and no would-be wife. But I have a body-servant whom I could tell the family is my travel companion. The others ... I fear we are saving what we can."

"Brave lad," Captain Martinson acknowledged. "Keep the secrets of your duties from your families, but know and act as is right. Now to review the capabilities of this ship."

She laid it out before them. A limited vessel, artifically crippled with the Republic sensor package. That the Emirate had been cheated, and how badly.

"Captain, do not turn off the Republic monitor. Wait our moment," the Guardian counseled urgently. Samir nodded.

"Can we mount these advanced weapons, that the ARC entry speaks of? How can we get them? And ... it is not quite true that the Emirate cannot handle antimatter," the Guardian pointed out discreetly.

The conversation turned from strategic to tactical. But there was one more logistics and strategy point that had to be made.

"We have life support for three hundred souls. We require a crew of one hundred and fifty. Not all crew will have family. We will have some specialists with us - farmers, mechanics, medics, diplomats, analysts. But we have been enjoined to bring as many female as male. Given that our sailors are male - at least at first - this means that many of our specialists will be female.

"This is awkward but essential. No female will be admitted to this crew unless she is capable of reproduction. As we may have to restart the Emirate as a surviving remnant, and a 300 person gene pool is quite small even with a genetic archive."

A ... pregnant ... pause.

"I therefore as Captain have had my birth control reversed, much as I did not plan to have a child of my body. Your dependents and your staff will also need to undergo this strategic medical necessity."

Samir nodded. "We had only planned the two, but needs must."

The Guardian looked ... horrified. As if facing a fate worse than death. But bravely nodded in her turn. "I will do so," she said.

Palmer was thoughtful. "I am certain my servant will agree to this. But I still must ask and receive an answer."

"Let us take an hour to arrange our personal affairs ... and then reconvene. There will be so much to do so quickly. CPO Kaiser, assign me a temporary captain's servant and a yeoman at once, if you please. Guardian, also send me the contact information for the archive support team, I will have many questions. Lieutenant Isa - this is all secret from the Emirate and especially from the planet and your noble family. Tell a tissue of lies if you must, but get your partner's consent to fertility and get her up here. Go."

They split to their duties.

Captain Martinson took a moment to drink her cup of tea in the suddenly empty room.

She would need all her strength in the months and years ahead. And tea was a staple to enjoy before they ran out.
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GWOT I Glossary

Terms that appear only in the series are labeled with a (E). This is not an exhaustive list and will be added to.

10 or 10 Codes numbered radio codes for different situations; now obsolete per national standards; yet still widely used by police and security departments - including 10-4 (OK or acknowledge), 10-2 (loud and clear), 10-1 (broken traffic, not clear), 10-19 (return to station), 10-20 (location) and 10-21 (telephone)

AED automated external defibrillator, a first aid device used to restart a heart - usually not successful

AR Armalite Rifle, now used generically for rifles on the common M-16 / AR-15 platform

assault rifle a select fire rifle intended for use by infantry in battlefield attacks ("assaults")

assault weapon a political term with no meaning

BDU Battle Dress Uniform, a uniform type of the American military, superseded by the ACU.

China a great country

China (E) ... fucked now

The City San Francisco

Client a Fortune 500 company engaged in providing high technology services for clients, including notably the Federal Government

Code 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7 Priority system. Code 1 is routine. Code 2 is urgent. Code 3 is emergency, lights and siren if appropriate. Code 4 is cancel or not needed or OK. Code 6 is busy, typically as an answer to radio traffic. Code 7 is a restroom break needed or offered.

Code 33 see Emergency Traffic

Company a licensed private security company in the same space as Pinkerton, Securitas, Burns, Wackenhut, Allied Barton, etc.; see also Employer

contractor - a worker who works for a company other than the Client who is providing services under a contract; also an euphemism for mercenary

convoy - a group of vehicles traveling together, typically in a dangerous situation, usually with formal organization and security - also a good movie

Corporate - in context, the larger organization in charge - both Client and Company have Corporate offices, but they perform very different functions

delayed - the second highest priority triage category in mass casualty and emergency medical response - the victims who require hospital care but are not at immediate risk of sudden death without surgical care - need to be cared for and periodically re-triaged

DVR digital video recorder

Echo 18 (E) the main character of the series, a thoroughly unreliable narrator

Emergency Traffic radio proword demanding absolute priority due to an immediate life threat, also see Code 33

EMT Emergency Medical Technician, a license at the intersection between good at first aid and bad at medicine.

Employer (E) Echo 18's Company

Employee (E) at Site, a worker actually employed by Client, as distinct from contractors

excusable homicide the killing of a human being by accident not amounting to negligence, in a fair fight where no weapon is used and no unfair advantage is taken - "we were trading punches and he fell down and died"

Expectant the lowest priority triage category, of injured persons who are not expected to survive - collected out of the way and given respite or minimal care when this will not interfere with lifesaving care for those with a chance

Facilities the corporate department responsible for the physical plant, utilities, building maintenance, etc; sometimes oversees Security especially when the guard service is contracted or menial or both

Finance the corporate department that writes the checks and pays the contractors

Firecracker War (E) the nuclear war between the United States and China

Global War Of Terror (GWOT) (E) mockery of the Global War "On" Terror

H the letter identifier for a building at Site

H5 an observation post located on the roof of H building

Hate Truck (E) a convoy vehicle covered in barbed wire and spikes, intended to take the lead and prevent or win confrontations

Homeland (E) a super-agency made up of numerous current and former law enforcement agencies under a common umbrella

homicide the killing of a human being, without connotation as to the legality or morality of the act

Human Resources the corporate department responsible for providing systems for and giving advice to management on how to hire, onboard, retain, discipline and terminate employees; never gets along with Legal

IED Improvised Explosive Device

immediate the highest priority triage category in mass casualty and emergency medical response - the victims who have some chance of survival with swift advanced surgical care, and none otherwise - first priority for available air and ground transport to definitive care

Janitorial the people who clean the floors and clean up the messes; almost always a contract function

justifiable homicide the killing of a human being under lawful and/or honorable conditions that justify this extreme action - in democratic societies, this is determined by a jury trial by the killer's peers

LBE load bearing equipment, straps and belts and leather and velcro for attaching a lot of stuff to a person - most often used by soldiers but sometimes by police tactics teams

Landscaping the people who water the plants and mow the grass; almost always a contract function

Legal the corporate department responsible for giving advice to management on how to obey or evade the law; sometimes, especially in protecting intellectual property and keeping employees from harming the company, oversees Security; never gets along with HR

manslaughter the killing of a human being through crime not amounting to felony (voluntary manslaughter) or through gross negligence (involuntary manslaughter)

mercenary privately paid soldier, a status not respected by the laws of land warfare

minor the lowest triage category, for victims who only need first aid care - they are collected out of the way and may need other services such as clothing, food, shelter and cleanup

morgue the place in a hospital or emergency care site where the dead are accumulated for postmortem identification and disposal

Mormon an obscure religion, also known as LDS or Latter Day Saints - disaster preparedness is part of the faith

murder the unlawful killing of a human being amounting to felony

OODA Orient, Observe, Decide, Act - one of several acronyms about response to sudden emergencies.

"Oro en paz, fierro en guerra." - Spanish for "Gold in Peace, Iron In War" - the motto of the San Francisco Police Department

Pink Terror in Russian invasion doctrine, the very short time between peacetime preparation for war by using deniable assets and terrorist proxies (White Terror) and actual execution of wartime military operations (Red Terror), often measured in hours

police tactics team police officers armed and equipped as if soldiers to handle special problems bordering on military in nature

Procurement the corporate department that selects outside vendors, supervises the vendor relationship, and approves invoices for payment by Finance

Quaker harmless, as in "Quaker gun" - also an obscure religion

San Francisco (E) destroyed in the opening salvo of the Firecracker War

satchel charge a large explosive charge, typically the size of a backpack (i.e. satchel), capable of massive damage and if properly placed, disabling an armored vehicle or collapsing a building

Security the corporate department responsible for creating a safe and secure working environment and safeguarding corporate employees and assets - sometimes reports to Legal, sometimes reports to Facilities

Site (E) a Fortune 500 corporate complex

Site Operations the corporate department responsible for doing stuff at a particular location - may be part of Facilities or oversee Facilities depending on how the organization is defined

SLE (E) Site Location Executive - the seniormost corporate executive at Site, responsible for all Client operations and the ultimate local authority

Space Planning the corporate department responsible for allocating office space, building use, conference rooms, etc. - also includes contract internal and external moving services; may report to Facilities or be an equal department reporting to Site Operations

SWAT Special Weapons And Tactics - a name for a police tactics team

technical a soft skinned (unarmored) vehicle equipped with a mount for a weapon, typically a machine gun

USMC / Uncle Sam's Misguided Children / United States Marine Corps American naval soldiers, known for eating crayons, blowing things up, and a last bastion of America's honor

WiFi cell (E) a neutered mobile phone that only works where there is locally hosted wireless coverage, if the user has the proper password(s)
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GWOT I

Dedicated to security guards Stephen Tyrone Johns and "Harry" (psuedonym). Both guards confronted the same suspect in different armed encounters. One died saving lives at the cost of his own. The other, by being very ready to die, saved lives including his own. One never knows until the moment which it will be.

GWOT II

Dedicated to Chiune Sugihara, vice-consul of the Japanese Consulate in Lithuania. He is credited with saving the lives of at least 5,000 Jewish refugees during the Holocaust by defying his superiors and issuing them travel visas that allowed them to escape occupied Europe. He is the only Japanese national whose name is recorded by the Jewish people as Righteous Among The Nations.

GWOT III

Dedicated to Bantu Stephen Biko, murdered on 12 September 1977 through blunt force trauma to the head by South African police in Police Room 619 of the Sanlam Building in Port Elizabeth.

GWOT IV

Dedicated to Ben Ferencz, war crimes investigator and prosecutor for the US Army at the Einsatzgruppen trial. This trial, one of the infamous Nuremberg trials, was the first criminal trial in which the term 'genocide' was used as a legal term. Fourteen defendants were sentenced to death; only four were actually executed.

GWOT V

Dedicated to United States Border Patrol Agent Brian A. Terry, murdered by gunfire on 15 December 2010 in Arizona while attempting to arrest drug smugglers and robbers.

GWOT VI

Dedicated to Canadian journalist Sian Cansfield. Ms. Cansfield was killed by vicarious PTSD on 1 June 2002 in connection with researching genocide operations in Rwanda. She jumped to her death from the Bloor Street Viaduct in Toronto. An anti-suicide barrier was installed at this location in 2003.

Honorable mention to Lieutenant-General Roméo Dallaire and the 15 United Nations soldiers under his command who died in 1994 saving thousands of innocent lives. Allons-y.

GWOT VII

Dedicated to Lt. Colonel Stanislav Petrov, Soviet Air Defense Forces, widely credited with saving the world from a general nuclear war on 26 September 1983.
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Guardian of the Emirate - ESS Broadsword

[ARC readout]

History:

The Emirate Space Ship Broadsword is a medium class frigate in active service with the Emirate Space Navy.

The vessel was purchased as RMS Sabre approximately 75 years ago, from the New Brunswick Space Navy, thirty years after initial construction. This trade was one of the last large capital trades between the Emirate and any outside power, and involved both pre-Evacuation artworks (including jewelry with Terran provenance!) and large quantities of precious and trade metals. New Brunswick sold her both because of changes in doctrine and because of a perception that she was overengined and undergunned. Do not confuse ESS Broadsword with the significantly larger and more capable RMS Sable commissioned as her replacement in New Brunswick service.

Within a decade of purchase, ESS Broadsword was mothballed due to the inability of the Emirate Space Navy to staff her. Three of four fusion reactors and both FTL reactors were - with difficulty - shut down to reduce ongoing expenses.

As sold and modified her basic specifications are as follows:

Displacement: 11,000 metric tons

Length: 180 meters

Beam: 25 meters

Installed power: four Takigawa fusion reactors with design lifespan of 300 years
two Anetsky class FTL singularity drives in parallel and tandem configuration
note that these singularities are antimatter powered and must be stabilized with the output of at least one fusion reactor to prevent runaway
casual power storage (<1 GW) for hotel and parasitic loads

comparable to a typical merchant passenger vessel

Speed: 0.95 sublight - well above time dilation limitations
the ability of human crews to handle time dilation effects is poor at best above 0.85
ARC gunboat: 0.8 sublight
Republic parasite fighter: 0.6 sublight

Acceleration / deceleration - 2.2 Terran gravities
*** this is almost as fast as an ARC gunboat and significantly faster than most FTL combatant warships ***
Republic parasite fighter: 8 Terran gravities

Superluminal maximum speed (direct FTL acceleration): 17 LY
ARC carrier: more than 20 LY

Warp jump nominal range, fully loaded and armed: 22 LY
ARC carrier: more than that

Number of warp jumps before major refueling: 3
ARC carrier: unlimited

Designed crew: 180 sailors and officers
Republic parasite fighter: one
ARC gunboat: seven
ARC invasion module: 18,000

Life support standard capacity: 300 souls
ARC gunboat: ten

Life support emergency capability: 340 souls
ARC gunboat: (no additional)

Cargo capacity: 600 metric tons in two bays
ARC gunboat: none
ARC invasion module: 18,000 metric tons internal, 36,000 metric tons external but within FTL envelope
(an invasion module could carry two Broadsword vessels on external FTL jump mounts, if configuration adapters were specially built for the purpose)

Armament: 140 cells in three stacks of 40 and 40 (forward) and 60 (aft)
capable of second generation loadout (extra large - each 4 stage missile taking 4 cells) and FTL launch

30mm spinal railgun capable of 22 Terran gravity acceleration / deceleration
ammunition storage of 20 tons / 40 seconds rapid fire

4 independently targeted 20mm railguns in sponson retractable turrets capable of 6 G gravity accel / decel
ammunition storage of 6 tons / 120 seconds final defensive fire (total, not per railgun) stored in two compartments fore and aft
transfer between fore and aft storage is not possible during high sublight or combat operations

left rear and right rear (2x) cargo hatches capable of minelaying of conventional (fusion) as well as anti-matter naval mines
no such mines sold with this transaction, but of wide galactic availability
note that antimatter weapons are beyond Emirate capability to build or maintain

crew small arms

*** no energy or plasma weapons equipped ***

compare to Republic parasite fighter with spinal 20mm railgun (10 seconds) and sixteen cells (8 and 8 on left and right winglets)

Sensor suite: as sold by New Brunswick, FTL-G standard sensor package, Republic Export Edition
note: this sensor package is capable of being spoofed and remotely disabled by any Republic warship
this sensor package transmits its position via FTL every two weeks by default settings to Republic Naval Intelligence
[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION CLASSIFIED BY ARCTECHINT]
this sensor package is connected to the FTL drives and capable of remote command destruction by authorized Republic warships
locally made enhancements of dubious quality and reliability
known to include LIDAR and primitive temporal imaging
local space Aegis Block C under local control, retrofitted, capable of <700 target track, a design more than 1 millenia old

Defensive systems: deflector beam capable of particle protection at near light only
railguns controlled by Aegis nominally capable of low speed ordinance intercept
*** no significant electronic warfare or FTL missile defense capability ***
ARC gunboat: capable of simultaneous intercept of six intersecting high sublight trajectory targets

Auxiliary craft: 1 FTL patrol boat (speed 0.6 sublight, 6 LY tactical range, capable of one warp jump), 2 auxiliary lighters, 1 cargo pusher, 2 maintenance pods
18 sublight lifeboats (cap. 30, decel 0.3 light maximum at 1.8 perceived gravities for 7 hours)
all auxiliary craft are unarmed
note that no auxiliary craft are capable of saving the crew at high sublight without substantial external rescue assets
lifeboats are capable of destructive single re-entry to a habitable atmosphere
only the lighters and FTL patrol boat are capable of flight within an atmosphere or landing followed by liftoff
the lighters would need to replenish mass of ten tons of water (or other non corrosive liquid) to do so

Combat capability rating / assessment; light armed merchant freighter or heavy private yacht

Threat rating to ARC forces (standard log rating, ARC gunboat = 1, ARC carrier = 12, ARC habitation arcology = 1400, ARC intrusion module = 7000): 2.7 or two point seven

Classification by Republic forces: light FTL scout or escort, overgunned fast transport freighter

Narrative: the Sabre class was designed as a rapid scout, able to loiter in distant space and race to give warning of a potential invasion. Due to changes in the threat profile and reduction in perceived space control requirements, the Sabre was overgunned at the expense of acceleration and deceleration curves. The additional crew necessary to maintain and deploy the missiles precludes the use of high gravity crew racks. For these reasons, the Sabre was seen as surplus and sold to a "sucker" i.e. the Emirate.

After preliminary trials and the end of the contracted warranty period, the ESN decided to mothball ESS Broadsword against potential future defensive needs. In space, especially parked in a stable orbit on the dark side of the local star, little long term maintenance is necessary after the initial 3-6 month "derefit" which actually took ESN two years. Unusually, great care was taken with this process so ESS Broadsword retained full if antiquated capability.

Now that ESS Broadsword has been reactivated, the above information must be treated as subject to minor changes. For example, several independent space navies have discovered or been informed of the undesirable extra features of the Republic Export Edition sensor package. Obvious improvements would include modern missiles in the archaic box framework, antimatter mines and torpedoes rigged to be released from the cargo bays (at 1.2 G or less accel/decel), and modern sensor packages - often achieved by linking a modern missile through the Aegis to the vessel's Combat Information Center. As an ancient joke observes, "Don't fire the camera!"

As a true warship and not a modified freighter, ESS Broadsword has full compartmentalization and damage control capabilities.

Some vessels of her size are capable of powered landing on habitable worlds. ESS Broadsword, despite aerodynamic appearance for aesthetics, does not have and cannot be retrofitted for this capability.
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GWOT IV Ranks, Awards & Decorations of the California Republic

The California Republic styles itself as a free and independent nation.

Under the well established precedents of the First Civil War, and in compliance with the Constitution of the United States, this has a number of corollaries:

- Any official or employee of the C.R. is a traitor to America.

- Any soldier of the C.R. is in mutiny against the United States.

- Any commissioned officer of the C.R. is both a traitor and in mutiny, and is liable to such punishment as a court martial may direct.

This said, under the current circumstances and in compliance with numerous Memorandums of Understanding, it is prudent at this time to grudgingly recognize C.R. forces as opposed to but not in direct conflict with the United States.

Therefore, this circular is distributed so that American forces in contact with C.R. personnel can recognize the ways in which C.R. has stopped following United States military practice.

The California Naval Militia has no 'Admiral' rank.

The Army of the California Republic has no ranks above Colonel except a catch-all rank of General. This is specified in California doctrine as being equivalent to a two star General or theater commander in American practice. This is specifically so that any General can order reprisal under the laws of land warfare.

Neither the Captain of the Fleet nor Army generals are approved by the California State Legislature. They serve at the direct pleasure of the Governor and are subject to "resignation" or removal at any time. This has happened.

The highest military decoration of the C.R. is the Legislative Cross. This award, despite the name, is awarded by the Governor only to honor those meritorious acts which are 1) at great personal peril and 2) exceed the expectations of military personnel.

The California Republic has extremely high expectations of its soldiers and officers. The former are expected to risk their lives without question and can be held accountable, under harsh interpretation of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, for failure to do so on demand. The latter are expected to die in the performance of their duties. It is noteworthy that at this time, there is no retirement plan or pension for Army or Naval Militia officers. The formal expectation is that they will die in performance of duties prior to retirement.

So the handful of soldiers and officers awarded the Legislative Cross are nearly always honored posthumously. The other traditions associated with the Congressional Medal of Honor are continued in California service - all holders receive salute, a pension for their family is granted, etc.

The Legislative Cross is worn on formal occasions as a golden ribbon around the neck. On the ordinary uniform, it is a golden scroll reading "The People Of" on its face.

When the death of a soldier or sailor in service is considered meritorious, the normal practice is to promote the individual one rank. This is referred to as "posthumous promotion" abbreviated "post. pro." in mentions of the rank. This increases the pension payment.

The Yosemite Medal is a medal for unusual endurance, often of impossible or horrific conditions, in the performance of duties. Many Yosemite Medal recipients are permanently disabled. A few are severe psychological casualties in the custody of the California State Hospitals - they are treated with great respect and deference as their conditions permit. It is an engraving of the Half Dome in Yosemite State (formerly National) Park with the last name of the honoree within. Report through channels the name of any active service California soldier or officer wearing the Yosemite Medal.

The Bear Cross is a medal specifically reserved for lifesaving in the performance of duties. It is considered equivalent to the Distinguished Service Cross except that the meritorious conduct must be "directly engaged with the protection of innocent human life." In other words, rescuing combatants does not earn the Bear Cross - only the protection of neutrals or civilians.

When earned more than once, it is worn with a device underneath that looks like a salmon, this is referred to as a "fish." Multiple fish have been observed.

The Bear Cross may be conferred directly on civilians and even foreign nationals. In the latter two cases, it 1) completes any military service obligation and 2) confers immediate California Republic citizenship. One example of the latter involved an illegal immigrant who saved the life of a downed California Highway Patrol motorcycle police officer.

California confers the Bronze Star and Silver Star, but at one level higher than American practice. Conduct that would earn the DSC, without lifesaving, is a Silver Star. Conduct that would earn the Silver Star in American service earns the Bronze Star in California service. It is stated that this is not intended as a slur on the American service but is an expectation of higher standards.

California has no campaign medals except a device for participation in the California Expeditionary Force. This device is an engraved "EXP" and is sometimes jokingly called the "D&D Award" with respect to a fantasy roleplaying game.

California has no lesser awards such as a Army Commendation Medal. This level of performance is expected.

The one non combat medal, which is highly valued and rarely conferred, is the Impact Award. It is a sledge hammer superimposed over a San Francisco skyline. This is awarded when an individual's contribution to the effectiveness or efficiency of the California Armed Forces is 1) exceptional and 2) outside and above their normal duty responsibilities. Impact Awards sometimes follow suggestions for quality improvement but are also given to superior military managers whose program makes a dramatic impact. Four Impact Awards were given to enlisted sailors of the California Naval Militia in connection with the LIDES (Lithum Ion Diesel Electric Submarine) program. Their names were never publicly released and are of interest to USNI. Report the names of any persons seen wearing the Impact Award through channels.

The "Red Lion" NGO is not part of the California military but members may be awarded the same medals as California armed forces. Much about Red Lion is not publicly known, and some of what is publicly known is not understood. What is certain is that Red Lion personnel are forbidden to carry or use any weapon at any time regardless of the provocation. Red Lion personnel have been killed honoring this practice.
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"During this armed resistance the women belonging to the battle groups were equipped the same as the men; some were members of the Chaluzim movement. Not infrequently, these women fired pistols with both hands. It happened time and again that these women had pistols or hand grenades (Polish "pineapple" hand grenades) concealed in their bloomers up to the last moment to use against the men of the Waffen SS, Police, or Wehrmacht." - The Stroop Report, May 16, 1943, documenting the destruction of the Warsaw Ghetto


California Forward Operating Base
"The Farm" / Camp O'Wheat
Eastern Nebraska

The plane arriving in that wee hour between 3 and 4 AM was much smaller than usual.

The pilot really, really needed to pee.

There was no co-pilot, nor was there any other crew.

So while he waited for someone to come out with the electric tractor, he waddled over to the side of the runway and let fly.

Still no tractor.

So he walked to the hangar.

He had made his silent approach, lights out and engine just above stall speed - of course - but why was there no greeting...

He drew his pistol and made sure the silencer was affixed.

The hangar was empty.

Except for a single pallet of cargo, another pallet of jerrycans of aviation gasoline, the electric tractor, and a printed QR code on top of the pallet's contents.

The last time he had been here, he had flown a bigger aircraft and had returned with a load of human cargo, desperate refugees.

There had also been a line of white pickup trucks with hardpoints and festooned with weapons and equipment.

The trucks were gone.

There could only be one explanation.

The base had been abandoned.

He could scan the QR code with his burner device. What he could not do, was call for instructions. He didn't have knowledge or authority to use the camp's comms, he did not have a sat phone, and his aircraft's radio was both intermediate range and easily detectable, even in encrypted and burst transmission modes. Transmitting from a fixed site on the ground would be a huge electronic shout betraying Camp O'Wheat's location.

If the camp had been detected, he would have been met on landing instead by the Nebraska National Guard. Pull tabs on burn pouch and burner phone, put hands on head - or draw pistol, put barrel under chin and pull trigger twice. His decision, that last.

The Nebraskans would eventually, grudgingly repatriate him. The Iowans might - or might literally, physically crucify him. Or worse. They had done worse.

So he scanned the QR code.

It demanded from his burner his personal password. Then it demanded that he take a fresh photo of the pallet and QR code.

Only then did the brief message appear.

"Cargo. Waypoint 2714. Load and go."

He used the electric tractor to bring his light plane into the hangar. First he refueled. He had half a jerrycan of fuel left over after filling his tanks. Someone had done some math.

He opened the rear hatchlet - intended to drop off a pair of commandos, load one stretcher patient or a car trunk's worth of cargo - and hefted the four heavy plastic cases into the back, and strapped them down.

They were unmarked but he readily recognized the contents.

On an impulse, he added the jerrycan. Having the one gave him some options in case he landed at a gas station or isolated pump.

The GPS recognized the waypoint, once he entered the number. It was a map of the Iowa war. Most of the waypoints were in western Iowa.

This one was further east.

The map was not annotated.

He drank his fill of water from the sink tap, topped up his water bottles, used the toilet.

To minimize the noise footprint, he again used the electric tractor to bring the plane back to the runway.

He grudgingly put the tractor back in the hangar. Leaving it in the fields would be a tell.

By then, false dawn was just beginning to appear in the East.

He would not stay here for any reason whatsoever. Even hunger and crying need for sleep. He had a ration bar left in the plane and he could set the autopilot and sleep. It was dangerous but not as much as not sleeping.

The plane took off. His last glimpse showed that there were no farm vehicles near the main farmhouse either.

He set the autopilot for destination with altitude 3000 feet and the burner's timer and alarm clock functions, choked down half the ration bar, and fell asleep as the sun rose.

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ALARM ALARM ALARM

It was neither the autopilot nor the burner's clock.

It was the radar reflection value detector.

SHIT.

His plane had the radar cross section of a bicycle and between the light blue bottom and mottled top, was low observability by eyeball. The engine was specially designed, as was the exhaust, to reduce both radar detection and infrared signature.

But a big enough radar could overcome that.

No one was running ground based air search radars west of Davenport. California had made sure.

So there was an enemy aircraft up.

He couldn't do anything. If he knew for sure what bearing the enemy aircraft was on, he could change course to reduce signature - but this change would itself be a detection potential.

His burner buzzed. Not the aircraft radio. The burner itself.

The burner worked on mobile phone networks. The only surviving networks were being run by the Churches or by California signals intelligence ...

He checked his message. Password again.

"Set radio to encryption CA 4244 and respond with voice burst message. Set burst parameter to 0.2 seconds."

That was a tight burst. But he was being asked to transmit.

His callsign had been selected for anonymity. Not as to whether he was Californian, but as to whether it was a ground or air unit.

"Paw 242, voice reply," he said and transmitted.

A few moments later, the message indicator showed '1 RECEIVE.'

"California Control, Paw 242, change of mission. Confirm that you have numbers four packs aboard?"

"Affirm numbers four packs aboard. Be advised radar return reaching detect values."

Another pause, for the process.

"Mission. Deliver to Waypoint 3812, repeat thirty eight twelve. Maintain course and speed until radar return falls off or until one half hour elapses, whichever is sooner. Then change course as necessary. No reply."

He appreciated their curtness. Every transmission was a risk, not only for him but for whoever they were as well.

He munched the other half of the ration bar and drank water slowly while he waited.

The detector signal reduced below values, so he altered course for the new waypoint.

Even further east. Almost the furthest east in his database.

He did some math.

If winds favored and he didn't have to spend very long on the ground, he would have just enough fuel to attempt to get to locations where he knew California forces would be, or near enough to the Minnesota border that he could reasonably hope to hike across.

Apparently the four packs were worth one aircraft.

He set the autopilot again, and the alarms, to doze. He would not get sleep again, he feared.

###

This time it was the autopilot that woke him. Approaching destination.

It was a farmer's dirt airstrip, but the farmhouse was skeletal ruins and there was no farm equipment evident.

Nothing on burner or on radio.

Normal doctrine would be to circle. But that would expose him to risk without benefit.

So he landed.

A motorcycle roared out to meet him. Just the one.

He drew his pistol. The motorcycle stopped short and the rider took off her helmet. Her standard California motorcycle rider's helmet, painted a dull gray to match her uniform devoid of markings.

"Ravenswood," she said, without reaching for any of her weapons.

"Menlo Park," he replied, completing the exchange of pass codes as he holstered.

"You're to give me one pack. Take the other three and fly here."

He entered the coordinates to his GPS as they were written on the scrap of paper. They did not match any waypoint.

He would have just enough fuel to get there. He would not have anywhere near enough fuel to go anywhere else after that.

He unloaded the one pack, hefted the jerrycan, and emptied it into his less than half full tank.

"There will be no recognition. They're allied forces, Refugees, no Californians with them. Just give them the shit and break contact."

The rider discarded the hard case and transferred the contents to a large rucksack she could wear while riding the motorcycle.

They both heard engines. Several engines.

"Shit. Get out of here!"

He ran for his aircraft, started the engine and turned to take off.

###

"Target in the open," her voice rose in elation. "Enemy light aircraft!"

"All units converge and engage!"

They could keep chasing the damned motorbike later.

The hardpoint machine gun started chattering.

###

ALARM ALARM ALARM. ALARM. BEEP BEEP ALARM.

He blotted out the chaotic noises of several different alarms going off at once. He tried to ignore the pings of bullets on metal and ceramic and sparks in the cockpit as well.

Goddamn technicals with machine guns. They couldn't hit shit but there were a lot of them and he had nothing at all to shoot back with.

He pulled back on the yoke and the plane lurched. He feathered and boosted power.

Smoke in the cockpit now. A pleasant female voice spoke.

"Fire, fire in the engine bay, fire in the electronics bay, fire in the cockpit."

"No shit," he snapped pointlessly at it as he engaged the autopilot. Or tried to. It wouldn't.

So he rigged a bungee cord to hold the yoke back and pulled out the hand-extinguisher, aiming it behind the control panel and behind him towards the electronics bay. He then pulled the handle for "Engine F/E" and manually - just like a small cheap car - rolled down the side windows.

He didn't have a mask or oxygen, but the smoke was mostly carried out by forward motion. Mostly.

At least he hadn't been hit, personally. The long range flights meant no armor, and a bullet that sparked and popped when it hit equipment would make him leak until the bleeding stopped. One way or another.

No radio, no radar detection, no autopilot. The engine coughed and sputtered. Most of the gauges did not respond. But the fuel still read out. The needle dropped as he watched it.

New mission. Land alive.

He fought the crippled aircraft east towards the objective.

He needed to run out of fuel just before landing to reduce the odds of further fire and explosion.

But if he ran out of fuel too soon, there would be no landing, only a crash.

###

"Paw 242, California Control, status check."

"Paw 242, California."

"Paw 242, this is California. Respond."

"Paw 242 no contact. California Control out."

###

A thin line of smoke rose from the fields a few miles west.

They had patrolled through there. Neither refugees nor the hated Christians.

Something new.

They were expecting ... help. The Bear Force operative had been vague but firm, days ago.

"Stay here. You will know it when you see it," the operative had insisted.

He shrugged. His survival was mobility and the operative had moved along.

"Let's go check it out," he said to his team, none of whom disagreed.

###

A burned fuselage, with broken off wings. A hatch open at the back.

A moaning body sprawled over a single plastic case, a good fifty meters away. Marks in the dirt showed a scramble back and forth, more than once.

The injured man wore a woolen cap, scorched, and a jacket and baggy pants, surprisingly not scorched. He coughed sootily and weakly tried to wave his hand as they approached. A pistol with a silencer lay below, in the mud.

There were two burned objects nearby. One had been a small piece of electronics, maybe a phone. The other had been a small documents pouch, but something affixed to it had burned through it fiercely.

"Friends," the team leader said, as he motioned for one of his soldiers to help the injured pilot.

There were two other plastic cases, the same as the first, but they were much closer to the wrecked plane.

He walked to one and opened it.

Closed it again.

Small individually wrapped greasy bundles.

"Sir. Thirty percent burns, severe shock, inhalation burns. Pulse weak and thready. He won't be with us long."

The pilot's face was peeling off in strips. The Refuge soldier had stopped trying to wash it, instead extending his canteen and dribbling a little over blackened and cracked lips, peeled back.

He grasped the pilot's hand.

"We have the cargo. You did the job. You did good."

The hand relaxed, the eyes stiffened and the raspy breathing stopped.

"Pack up the stuff and let's go."

But first. He took one empty case and just one little bundle. Rigged the pencil in the bundle to a thin wire attached to the handle.

They dragged the pilot's body to lie next to the case, as if he had died trying to open it.

###

Half an hour later, a powerful explosion.

He did have enemy scouts on his tail. But ... fewer now.

###

The little bundles kept finding homes somehow.

In a backpack on the body of a dead refugee.

Under the gas tank of a Reverend's car, foolishly parked in front of his house as if this was peace.

In a bundle tossed by a bicyclist into a truck full of Christian troopers.

In a gift basket of baked bread, matter of factly taken by a Christian patrol.

Roadside, formed into a V shape and wires touched together as another patrol passed.

But the deadliest were when the individual bundles were split up into much smaller, fist sized chunks - and issued to each, whether Refuge soldier going forward or Refugee still in flight, to carry to use as needed.

The Christians could still kill their refugees. Nothing would stop that.

But not in safety.

Not any more.
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Insurgency (Webster)

"a condition of revolt against a government that is less than an organized revolution and that is not recognized as belligerency"

People have all sorts of weird imaginings about what insurgency looks like.

Even those of us who are well read on the topic, and may have worked in related professions, are often in denial about it.

It is the difference between going to a land far away to do something, and finding that thing done to your friend in their living room.

There are a number of sides. There is the 'government' side - and whatever supports, adherents and mercenaries they can scrape up. There are typically several 'rebel' sides, of various qualities with various attributes. Some are more government-supporting than the government itself, and may in fact be made up of government personnel taking on an after-hours hobby as death squads. Others are in reluctant rebellion, or peaceful disobedience. Some are radicalized - living rooms do that. Many are criminal, bandits and/or opportunists. Last but not least, there are some men (and women) who just want to see the world burn.

I deliberately have failed to write much about either insurgency or counter insurgency in the GWOT series. I've written a lot about conflict. But insurgency has all the grace and dignity of a baby bird flying into a plate glass window over and over again.

Counter insurgency is worse.

There are many stories, but I think this one will suffice.

A medical team visited a village and gave the children immunizations, in their right arms as it was convenient.

The guerillas visited the village, warned that the children had been poisoned, and amputated their right arms to save them. Neither children nor parents were given a choice in this.

There are some new things in the world, from time to time.

We've never fought an insurgency in a highly developed democracy.

Insurgencies without outside support are generally doomed to failure. It is not clear who would be willing to step in to supply, arm, and train rebels in America. Yet there is a large base of supplies, arms and highly trained personnel scattered throughout America - the veterans of our many wars.

Weapons of mass destruction have not been used yet in response to insurgency. I am ashamed that American political leaders have already made this threat. (Ref: https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/16223/that-time-eric-swalwell-threatened-to-go-nuclear-on-gun-owners-literally/)

Heinlein pointed out repeatedly that the occupier cannot use nuclear weapons once his troops are mixed with the subject population.

Social media as a tool of psychological warfare and agitprop is in its infancy.

Artificial intelligence - in the sense of large language models and expert systems - is barely a fertilized ovum. Yet AI may make revolution inevitable, or impossible. We don't know.

Technological regimes of social control offer opportunities to control populations that were unthinkable even a decade ago.

One I have hinted at in GWOT is the mandatory phone app.

Street police teams will require you to show your phone.

If your phone does not have "the app" you will be taken away and your friends will not see you again for one to two years. If they do, it is likely that you will be in poor health, have new scars, and are completely unwilling to talk about your time as a guest at government expense.

If you do have the app, your phone is a spying device.

This is not fiction.

This is deployed technology actively in use in Chinese occupied Muslim territory.

This may cause you to view 'Tik Tok' in a new light.

One of the fantasies that I have seen, both from the right and from the left, is that the American insurgency will be fought by the law-abiding against the criminal and corrupt.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Everyone who takes up arms against a government is a criminal. Such criminals are not protected by the laws of land warfare.

Government personnel who exceed their authority or commit crimes themselves are also criminals. Their excesses are likely to be ignored or overlooked.

Anyone in the middle or who gets in the way, is either a criminal or a traitor - if not to the government, then to the Revolution.

The 1st Amendment of the United States Constitution enshrines the right of the People to peaceably assemble and protest.

Both the Right and the Left feel that they have already exercised this right, and failed.

People don't want to die.

Very few people, presented suddenly with a knife to their child's eye, will do anything other than talk rapidly and at length, saying and doing anything necessary to save their child's remaining eye.

I expect that 2025 will be the year in which mass arrests and deportations take place, in which peaceful protests are answered first by gunfire and later by midnight knocks on doors - or doors kicked down, in which courts and rulings are ignored and power blossoms from the barrels of guns, and last but not least, many people will have to make very serious decisions about life and death for themselves and their families.

I am seeing wealthy people with some choice in the matter look for other countries to flee to.

I am seeing others prepare, in ways small and large.

I did write a story, made of Nightmare Fuel, about what insurgency might look like. I just stripped it from its old home on LiveJournal and reposted it.

'In The Hole, Spectacularly Not Winning'

https://drewkitty.dreamwidth.org/517568.html

The invader in that story is foreign, not domestic. But civil war just makes it all that much worse.

If this gives you a small taste of what insurgency may look like in America, good.

I hope to hell it's not too late already.

Can we please just NOT?!?

PS. I have taken care in writing this to avoid any details that would be useful in an operational sense. I am not presently accepting new consulting clients.
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(This is a repost from 2007.)

In The Hole, Spectacularly Not Winning

Too busy to write much. History is written by the winners, and we are spectacularly not winning. I especially don't want to compromise details, operational patterns, and especially names in the event that a boot kicks over my body and pulls this memory card from my PDA.

However I have to get it out of my system somehow. No defusings or PTSD counsellors when you are being hunted by helicopter gunships with FLIR and unlimited clearance-to-fire. To emit radio signals is to die. To move is to die. To not move, is to die slower.

All I can do with the moments I have left is images, snapshots of moments.

Limited nuclear war. Taiwan vs. China. There is no Taiwan. China not doing much better.

The body hanging from the light pole with the placard. "Slant eye" it reads. I look up. Wrong type of eye fold. What were they thinking?

The look on everyone's face when we heard the hollow booming CRUMPS from halfway across the valley as the demolition charges took down half the high-rises in downtown, County Jail, and every overpass over every highway.

Military units moving out to their staging areas. Fear on all faces.

The maze of contrails overhead and the single contrail slamming down into a suburb.

CNN, shortly before all the dishes stopped working, playing Madam President's speech. Churchill did it better.

Teaching people how to kill main battle tanks with vodka and motor oil and a hell of a lot of nerve.

Pictures from twenty year old books taken from the public library.

The sharp CRACK of the battle rifle and the spreading bruise on my shoulder as the soldier drops, strings cut . . . and his buddies react, way too fast. Laying a base of fire, throwing smoke grenades, laying out a marker panel. Spot the RTO-platoon leader pair and put a round through the RTO. I think.

Running. I've run these hills. Never thought I'd be racing mortar shells.

The summer camp felt like barracks when I camped here as a kid. Now it is barracks, and nothing strange about it except that there is no armory. We keep our weapons handy. We sleep with our weapons.

The bell starts ringing frantically. Fumbling for my pants as the figure leaps through the door machine pistol at high ready. CRACK CRACK CRACK as I triple-tap with the Glock and disregard pants, running through the door as more make dynamic entry. Opening up full-auto on beds full of my friends.

Poison oak all over my legs and thighs from hiding half-naked in the brush. Hurts like a bastard. Red and bleeding. Just deal with it.

One overworked dental hygienist and me for twenty seriously wounded, stacked in the basement of the burned-out estate home.

Three die in the night, unremarked.

Urban ops. Keeping my head down. Watching the police check papers at the light rail stop. Being scared but not too scared.

"Your papers are in order." As she looks up, BLAM! and brains splatter the rail car floor. The body dragged by the heels and dumped. Swearing as the police pick it up again and move it clear of the track.

The dog walked past. Does not react. Attack, not detection. The PVC pipes have no fragmentation, but at least they do not clink.

The captain realizes that we are trapped. Goes out front waving a white flag made from an undershirt.

White spackled with red. Glazed look as he topples and the fire intensifies.

Climbing through the culvert while voices above chatter. I can smell the cheap tobacco from their cigarettes. One flicks through the air in front of me.

The splash as one unbuttons and addresses the stream I am lying in. Acrid smell. I lie motionless with the revolver pointed straight up. I wonder if it will fire or simply explode from water in the barrel.

The terrified look on the woman's face when she answers her front door and sees me in the black fatigues with the rifle over my shoulder. I ask politely to come in. She panics and ran for the phone in the kitchen.

I stop that, then she goes for a knife. The realization that yes, she was fighting to kill me and yes, that

I would have to kill her.

Her crumpled body on the kitchen floor.

The flyer on the unplugged and emptied refrigerator: "LAW OF TEN. The harboring of a terrorist shall be punished by the execution of Ten Family Members. LAW OF ONE HUNDRED. The death of a soldier will be punished by the execution of One Hundred (100) civilians." Further kanji I could not read.

The little kid asking me, "Mommy?"

Another flyer with pictures. Kanji and dollar signs all over it. My picture in the middle.

Dead Or Alive.

The days blur to become the same. The attacks too. The faces of my troops. But only during the day. The faces are sharp in my nightmares.

I am on point. No one else left willing to do it.

The sharp metallic snick as my foot steps down on something solid on the trail.

Flying through the air looking down on my squad from above.

The pain in my side and my groin as the litter bounces down the trail.

Looking down and I cannot see my boots.

I have no boots.

I have no feet.

"We have to extract. Do you want to wait for them, or do you want to go now?"

Snick of a bolt drawing back. I shake my head.

"Good luck, man."

Rustle of bushes as they move on. Quickly. We know the price of loitering.

My bitten lip dribbling blood down my face as I clumsily pen these words.

Rotor blades spinning down. I know what this means.

Fumbling for my holster.

Empty.

A booted foot.

Tearing impacts.

I didn't expect that.

This is what it is to feel your blood pressure fall to zero.

Note: this electronic document was captured on 28/01/20?7.
Author executed shortly after capture as unlikely to surv-
ive to interrogation. Yet to be translated due to lack of
priority. Cells in the Santa Cruz Mountains are no longer
functional. Chinese Military Intelligence operator 322CA.
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GWOT IV - Investment

The previous day had been battle.

The town had not been affected, because its defenders chose not to defend the town, but rather dig in at the outskirts.

The laws of war were clear. Any object used for military purposes was liable to destruction. In other wars, defenders sandbagged buildings and attackers blasted those buildings.

Not here. Neither side really wanted to do that. Of course, if they had to, they would.

People had still huddled in the basements or the centers of their homes, hearing the crackle of small arms fire, the booms of artillery and the explosions of combat. Mere human screaming was too quiet to be heard.

The dawn broke and the invading troops advanced. Unshaven, gaunt, dirty, with rifles in their arms. Behind them and among them, fighting vehicles - both armored and unarmored.

Beyond, ambulances and trucks did the work of harvesting the injured, the prisoners and the dead.

The people gathered to watch on the sidewalks. Sullenly.

In the main town square, the mayor knew his duty. Dressed in his best suit, holding a stick with a white flag, he and his aides awaited the pleasure of the invaders.

A four wheel drive vehicle pulled into the square and an officer got out. Shaven, almost dapper. The mayor looked again. Not shaven. Female.

"You are the mayor of this place?" she demanded. Her hand was not near her pistol, but her guards were as heavily armed as heavy infantry ever are.

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Under the laws of land warfare you are hereby detained. It is my duty to identify those who will resist our occupation and detain them as well. It is our right to destroy anyone who opposes. What do you know? Speak swiftly, the lives you save will be those of your townspeople."

He knew he had no choice. An aide provided a list of names, with addresses. She read it, took a mobile phone photo of it, and handed it to a subordinate with the order, "Arrest them."

As some of her troops - not all - departed on this task, she directed her driver to the flagpole.

"Take that piece of shit down and put ours up."

One flag fell, to be trampled in the dirt.

The townsfolk watching winced. Another flag rose proudly. None applauded, not even the soldiers who also wore that flag.

This was necessity, not pride.

"Let us go inside. I do not have to tell you, what will happen if there is ambush?"

He shook his head. He would be killed. The ambushers would be killed in battle or shot afterwards. And the town would suffer.

Soon they were seated, she behind the mayor's desk and him in one of the comfortable seats.

"We have many details of administration. The water system, the food, where wounded have been collected, how they are cared for. But first, Mr. Mayor, where is your family?"

He flinched.

"Hiding."

"We will scrupulously obey the laws of war. We do not take hostages. We are not Homeland. But not everyone is as law abiding, and who threatens your family now threatens me and my troops. So tell us where they are so I will assign a guard."

A pause.

"Now."

It was in that moment that it all became real to him. Not pieces in a game, not a dumb show, but blood as real as that dried splatter on her blouse.

So he told her, and she gave the orders.

"Battalion says they're going to retreat further today. So the war is unlikely to come back here. That means you are our citizens and we are responsible for your safety and well being. Let us begin."

They talked, she took notes, and gave orders. A signals specialist fiddled with the telephone on the Mayor's desk. Soon maps were being set up, and a remote radio link. Only fools set up radio antennas where they were actually standing.

One of her Sergeants took over what police arrangements the town had. They would continue their duties but surrender their weapons. Another Sergeant reviewed the emergency services - fire and medics. They would have first call on what fuel was left.

"A Civil Affairs team will be here soon to go through your records. In the meantime it is enough that they are kept guarded and intact."

"I expected ... worse," he found himself saying.

"Beware of believing the propaganda," she replied. "This is war, and war is hard, but no one wants this to be harder than it has to be. Except some fools, and we can deal with those.

"I don't have to tell you, that we will expect obedience and punish rebellion?"

He nodded, not daring to point out the brassard on her sleeve.

Troops returned with the prisoners. They would be identified, interviewed, processed. Some would be returned to their homes, those who took an oath not to resist. Others would be taken at their word - or known for their duplicity - and taken on trucks to detention and internment.

None would be harmed. Unless they resisted.

Outside, the flag wafted in the slight breeze.

A bear, lacking a star.
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GWOT V - According To Their Needs

Acts 4:35

"... and put [the donated money] at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to anyone who had need."


I continued my private correspondence with Pat long after my tour as Warden at Alviso Prison had ended.

Both of us were keenly aware that leaders must not play favorites.

The Governator - one of many unflattering slang titles - had no business speaking to someone so far separated from hir in the military chain of command.

I was one of thousands of Captains in California's service.

But there was only one Pat. A true force of nature.

From time to time, Pat violated the principle of chain of command by issuing me an order.

The order would duly make its way down the chain until the right person gave it to me as an order. But Pat and I would have E-mailed back and forth about it at length first.

Usually this took the form of a fact finding mission. Go here and find this out. Rarely took me more than a day or two. The San Francisco thing took me just under a week.

Lots of people will tell a lowly Captain things they could not tell "California's colonizer of the Uncanny Valley."

Also from time to time, I would not ask Pat for a favor. I would never ask Pat for a favor, for my entire career. But Pat would occasionally decide that something would benefit a few hundred thousand other Californians, and also happen to benefit me.

The one that did not benefit me, directly or indirectly, was the one that really really troubled Pat. To the point that Pat was literally losing sleep, snapping at staff, and even had trouble eating.

###

To: 18
From: Pat

Hey. How's things on the Border?

If you have a few spare minutes, I need to vent at someone who is very far removed from a big problem. Game?

To: Pat
From: E

The Border is a scrambling clusterfuck, but it always was under the Americans too. I'm keeping my force in being, a presence on the Border, building good relationships with Campos Nation, and reminding the Mexicans how we got rid of the Americans. It's enough.

I shudder to think of what YOU consider a big problem. You flipped an entire state and chased the Americans out.

How can I help?

To: E
From: P

Well, fuck.

Between the Firecracker War and Homeland and the draft and those who fled a free California, I'm responsible for the fates of twenty million people. Not thirty million. By this much are we diminished.

Almost a third of them are useless. Mouths to feed, bodies to clothe, healthcare and education. So many broken and damaged people, in body and in mind. Orphans, lone elders, paraplegics, the insane and the helpless. The detrius of nuclear war, Homeland camps and the Resistance struggle.

Red Lion has been screeching about it for months, but they didn't put numbers on it.

I finally beat the numbers out of the Psyche General and the Surgeon General yesterday. They didn't want to tell me. Seven million people who aren't able bodied, and have no prospect of recovery and _cannot_ even earn their keep. An anvil chained around the ankle - no, the neck - of the California we are desperately trying to build.

Every time the financial people run the numbers, we can't carry them. No one wants them - no emigration. Of course no help from the Americans or anyone else for that matter.

I won't dispose of them. I simply stubbornly morally will not.

So what can I do?

###

That was dangerously close to Pat asking me to give Pat an order. And that simply would not be something I could lend myself to.

The command datalink between McNasty and the rest of the world included full access to the California University. So I could construct the problem and rough up some variables.

I called in my XO.

"Congratulations. You just inherited command of Campos Sector. I was out doing one of my inspections and stopped a bullet with my face. Run things for a week - no, ten days - and I'll evaluate your performance. Literally don't bother me for anything, I don't care how bad, unless the Mexicans pull a full invasion."

I advised my boss by E-mail of my delegation of command authority and charged off ten days of personal leave.

###

Sociology had been a science I had dabbled in. Political science and economics informed it, but did not dictate it.

If you ask an economist, they will always tell you that their art dictates what is possible and what is not possible.

If you had asked an economist about the first flight to the Moon, they would have told you it was not something that America could afford.

A decade earlier, you could have asked about nuclear weapons - after swearing them to secrecy and force feeding them decades of physics - and been told the same answer. Can't afford it. No Manhattan Project for you.

A decade after, it was obvious that America could not afford the Vietnam War. It had been so very costly, in every way.

Yet men walked on the Moon, we invented nuclear bombs and we fought that war.

Economics is illusion. That was the first part of my answer for Pat.

###

So I pulled together some rough numbers on those seven million people. Verified the basic figure. Looked at what they could be asked to do and not do.

It was pretty fucking grim.

The bedlams I'd discovered during my tenure at Alviso continued in full operation. Not only were hundreds of thousands of Californians in these facilities, but the people who had to run the facilities weren't available to be doing any of the other things we needed. Every effort was made to create placements for the severely mentally ill, but between one thing and another, the choices were the bedlam or the streets. And we weren't barbarian enough to leave our mentally ill in the open air to suffer and die. One place where our ethics in fact exceeded our peaceful ancestors.

The California University was training those of us who could be trained. But they were a sharpening stone, for the elite.

The Military Department was recruiting at fever pitch. But fewer and fewer Californians could meet basic military standards, who were not already in BDUs.

Primary and secondary education was picking back up. But as many adults as children needed basic educations now, and could not access them because they were literally too old. The barely funded adult schools of the idyllic pre-Firecracker age were one with last year's snows.

Last but not least, the Medical Cities - our hospital-towns - were at full stretch providing health care to as many Californians as possible. They already were a Manhattan Project, doing everything that could be done regardless of costs.

###

To: GovCal
From: Captain Echo 18, Campos Sector, Southern Operational Region, California Border Force, Army of the California Republic

Governor,

I ran a bunch of numbers and wrote a thirty page analysis (attached) that essentially confirms what you have been told.

Economics is an illusion. Some cost-benefit geek can say that someone's work is of less value than their output. But we don't measure lives in calories or in minutes, nor should we measure quality of life and living in CaliBucks or gold fragments.

Marx wrote, "From each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs."

You've been accused of being a Marxist, among all the other things you've been accused of, but on this one topic, you and I are both die hard Marxists.

"Only the mission can make me leave a comrade behind."

I swore that oath. The people of the state of California are our comrades. As our mission is their safety and well being, I can't abandon my mission to abandon my mission. We must, we shall, we HAVE TO care for our people whether there are seven, seventy, seven hundred, seven thousand, seven hundred thousand or even more, who cannot help us do it.

I can suggest some greasing of the skids that will help some.

- Maximum effort to find placements in California's basic institutions for everyone who can work, according to their limitations. There have to be a ton of housekeeping and laundry jobs in the Medical Cities. I remember that the company that made fire hoses for the Forest Service was made up mostly of blind people. There used to be 'street teams' of homeless paid and fed to pick up trash. There was the Americans with Disabilities Act or the ADA. We probably need a CDA, a Californians with Disabilities Act, and maybe a requirement to employ as many as we can. Maybe tie it to state contracts?

- I am sure my big bosses will shit themselves sideways, but the California Military Department should be able to make use of nearly any human material. I don't suggest that we resurrect Homeland's Special Troops - who were often very Special and criminal in nature - but there have to be all sorts of non combat and logistics jobs that would support the CMD that could be done by the developmentally or combat disabled. Legs blown off? Recruiter. Can't hear? Computers.

I wouldn't even rule out the disabled in combat arms. You don't need legs to command a tank. Drive one? Maybe. Gun one? Maybe not.

- There is a long history of putting prisoners to work in the fire service and in agriculture. Couldn't the same techniques be used to put marginal people to work in those jobs as well? Easier even as many will want to work?

- Incentive payments to California families for adopting people who can't care for themselves. Suggest that this be explicity allowed for family to claim to take care of their family members - but also non traditional and newly formed families. I'd rather see a thousand one-person family bedlams than a bureaucratic bedlam with a thousand people all alone together.

- We have a huge child care problem. We have a huge elder care problem. Have the grandparents take care of the grandkids. Winning.

- Historically, we have separated our schools into preschool / kindergarten, primary grades, junior high and high schools, and community colleges. Do we really have time for this age based hierarchical bullshit? Why not make the larger schools into all-age facilities supporting an all age community? Obviously there will need to be procedural and security separations to protect children and vulnerable populations, but I was always disgusted by the idea of the teenage mom forced either to drop out of school or to continue her education at a smaller, lesser school.

Mix it all up. Not just the schools, but our entire civilization and culture.

Take Your Grandma To Work Day, every day. Nursing mothers covering the front desk. Elderly janitors. Fifteen year old firefighters. Not soldiers, the whole child soldier thing after all. But maybe child labor laws need to be revisited too.

Save them all. Put them all to work.

We are desperate. Maybe we can't afford it.

I know we cannot afford not to try.

Yours to command,

Echo 18

###

From: P
To: E

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

###

My XO did a good job. Her numbers weren't quite as good as mine, but she hadn't been running stuff for years and years either. She didn't get anyone killed, which was better than my performance on a bad day.

The Californians With Disabilities Act sailed through the Legislature.

McNasty - in other words, I - was sent a 'work team' of fourteen developmentally disabled adults to work as submilitary contractors. They could only work on base at non hazardous tasks. They came with two Conservationists - one deaf, one who used a walker and had a colostomy. But they could run their laborers and keep them safe. Sixteen more mouths to feed. I didn't think they would earn their keep. I was wrong. Just by being pointed out as good examples to my Dirty Deltas, they played their parts.

The California job postings exploded. So many jobs now. A bit more verbiage defining what they could do and not do.

From each according to their abilities.

What it costs is what it costs. However long it takes, is how long it takes. Maybe it's inefficient. Maybe it's dangerous. Maybe bad things are going to happen.

Bad things did happen. Vulnerable people were injured in work accidents, overworked, abused, hurt badly and in several cases killed. Not at McNasty, not on my watch. But there were abuses, and not all those abuses were caught and punished.

CAL-OSHA worked overtime and double time to try to create safe workplaces. Sometimes they succeeded.

On balance, though, we did not lose nearly as many as if we left them all on the streets to suffer and die, as a peaceful pre-Firecracker America had.

We needed not to abandon our people. It made us different from America and especially from Homeland.

A new motto spread through our propaganda.

"No one left behind," we ordered and we begged and we pleaded and we bragged.

No one.

Left.

Behind.

Our people.

We don't dump Grandma on the street because she's old and feeble. She can tell stories. She may not be able to cook and clean, but she can tell you how. Dreaming in front of the TV, she's a status symbol, a living piece of hope for the rest of us, that we will not be abandoned in our turn when it is our time.

Eventually the economists coined a term for what we were doing.

"Humanocentric socialism."

More bullshit. But flavored for modern palates.
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GWOT IV - Intake

"US Armed Forces never will torture, maltreat or purposely place detained persons in positions of danger. There is never a military necessity exception to violate these principles." - US Army infantry training manual, Detainee Operations

I was legally and morally responsible for every operation conducted at Alviso Prison.

As a member of the California Military Commission, as well as a California commissioned officer (two very different things!), I could be held personally accountable for any failure or mishap, with punishment ranging from censure and dismissal to imprisonment and even death.

So in addition to supervising my command teams, I made personal inspection of every part of the process.

Personal. Inspection.

That means me, with my Mark I eyeball and birth issued hearing system, and olfactory sensor as installed at point of manufacture.

I still carried a pair of nitrile medical gloves. Not because I had to do medical care myself anymore, but because I would sometimes have to touch things as well as see, hear and smell them.

Today I was visiting the Intake section. This is where we gave our detainees a proper welcome to Alviso Prison.

It had been a shambling clusterfuck at first. The ad hoc detention facilities were all full with convoys arriving every few hours with more.

By now we had gotten it all down to a routine.

First of all was the sally port.

It was deliberately difficult to bring any large vehicle into the prison. There were many reasons for this that all boiled down to "security."

So trucks and buses had to unload their detainees in a large open fenced area adjacent to the prison but several hundred yards away.

As detainees were unloaded, they were separated into sorting pens.

It was our duty under international humanitarian law and California military law to keep them safe. That included from each other.

This often involved separation. Men from women, apparent soldiers from apparent non-soldiers, young from old.

We weren't handling migrants or displaced persons - that would be later in my career.

We were handling persons captured in active combat operations with California military forces.

In theory they should have been processed prior to arrival here. In fact we never trusted that.

So first priority was not letting them kill us or each other.

So one at a time, they were taken from their transport to behind a privacy screen, so that others still on transport could not see what was happening.

All were handcuffed with their hands in front, sometimes with multiple handcuffs and always gently and with attention to detail. Properly fitted cuffs, hinged, of appropriate sizes.

Anyone who physically resisted was chained, with handcuffs behind their backs. This was a ready tell for later in the process.

A medic was on standby at all times while the vehicle was being unloaded. Detainees who appeared ill or hurt were immediately triaged. If appropriate, we could either take them to our infirmary or divert them via our own ambulance to Valley Medical City.

A full tactical team was also on standby. Just in case.

Next was a personal but thorough non-penetrative body search by gloved soldiers, paying careful attention to what they were doing.

I required that any touching of a detainee's chest or between the thighs be with the backs of the hands. But these areas were checked.

Personal items were placed in individual numbered bins as discovered.

Prisoners were then permitted (and required) to keep hold of a piece of folded paper in a zip lock transparent bag. One side was a print from scan of whatever identity document(s) they had, if any, and a statement NO ID if none. The other side was a just-taken digital camera face and body photo, as arrived, with whatever they had chosen to say their name and rank and affiliation was, and a picture of the numbered bin that held their items.

A disposable numbered vinyl printed bracelet, of the type once used in hospitals and concerts and amusement parks, was fastened around their right wrist. This number also matched their documents and could be correlated back to the date and time of processing and their bin.

The entire process was video recorded by the cameras in the room.

Wearing their clothes and holding their proof of who they were, awkwardly if they had resisted, or by the soldiers carrying them if they were that resistant, they were made to cross the no man's land between the intake building and the main prison. This was a narrow path, deliberately too narrow for anything bigger than a small forklift or large golf cart. (The latter carried in the personal effects bins later.)

Once actually in the prison, they would be measured for clothing, made to shower, issued their prison-owned and marked clean clothing with their unique prisoner number. The clothes they had been wearing would be laundered and packaged for inclusion with the rest of their stored effects, except in the handful of cases where what they were wearing had direct evidence value.

(The one wearing black fatigues that smelled of gasoline later hung for it. He was lucky.)

They would also be issued their numbered prison identity card, be given a brief orientation lecture, and fed with carefully packaged sack lunches regardless of the time, day or night. We had a special rest area for them to guarantee that they would get a good twelve hours of rest in individual cells with policed toilet access.

Tired people don't track well. A good rest and time to think, with basic needs met, created a psychological break between their pre-capture experiences and life at Alviso. Also, as many had been trained to expect interrogation and torture, the fact that we did neither puzzled them greatly.

The next morning, they would attend an orientation and safety lecture, have the rules of the prison read to them, and only then those personal effects they were allowed to have in the prison would be given back. Identity card, religious items, issued dog tags, personal jewelry. Then they were further classified and assigned to forty person dormitories according to their characteristics.

From there, they would be summoned to individual interviews as appropriate, and based on all the information we had, either assigned directly to a detainee category when the evidence one way or another was overwhelming, or remanded to a classification hearing in one of our four courtrooms when it was not.

By far, most of the detainees we processed were unlawful combatants, criminals, mercenaries and Homeland associates.

Any POW in Northern California credibly accused of war crimes was transferred to Alviso. (We had a sister facility in Riverside. Not my problem.)

What is a POW?

A prisoner of war.

How could we recognize that they were a POW?

A member of the United States Armed Forces was a POW. No exceptions ever.

How could we tell?

They would be very quick to tell us. Name, rank, armed service and serial number. The ones who remembered their training only gave us that information.

We didn't advertise the fact, but we could look them up too.

Most also had their dog tags, small pieces of metal on lanyards around their necks that had their basic information, for identifying them if they were badly hurt or killed.

We took those during the shower, after one detainee tried to strangle another with a set, but gave them back after processing.

A person fighting for the United States, who wore a uniform and was under operational control of the Untied Snakes, was presumptively a POW. The laws of war allow for spontaneous resistance and for partisans. Under certain conditions, we would accept that civilians among and/or fighting alongside US Forces were also POWs, if the situation did not permit them to have been issued uniforms or other distinguishing marks.

Why does it matter?

Prisoners of war have to be handled differently. They have a lot more rights. Even if they are accused of war crimes.

So we had two different housing areas. A small POW barracks to keep the honorable separated from the dishonorable. All the rest of the housing, for the others.

Two infirmaries as well, same reason. We treated the POWs in the same infirmary we used for our own camp staff.

One of the many rules posted in the "UC" or unlawful combatant area was the process for demanding a classification hearing and claiming POW status.

Once a POW held at Alviso was cleared of suspicion of committing a war crime, or so adjudicated after a hearing, we immediately sent them off to the larger POW camp at Sunnyvale. POW processing was our first priority as a justice center. We only wanted criminals here.

Unlawful combatants had two bars to hurdle.

The first is that most were guilty as hell of war crimes, the vast majority of those crimes being the murder of noncombatants.

If they were found not guilty, or their cases were "remanded" for later prosecution at a time when California wasn't fighting a war against her biggest neighbor, they were still unlawful combatants. We had a standard sentence.

A person who unlawfully carries arms at war against California gets five years in correctional custody.

That applied to non-POW partisans, criminals, former employees of Homeland, and with prejudice to mercenaries, who liked to style themselves "contractors" but could not point to a valid contract to perform services for the US Armed Forces.

But they could serve that sentence elsewhere. That bus left for Petaluma weekly, and the prisoners waiting for that bus were the happiest people at Alviso. They got to leave standing on their own two feet.

Once in a while, they were in more trouble than that. Some war crimes, such as armed robbery with wounding but not murder, were a "tenner" or 10 years. A few, mostly death penalty offenses with substantial mitigating circumstances, caught a "twenty" or 20 years. We spread the rumor that you could get a twenty by cooperating. Flat lie. Unless your original offense had a mitigating factor _at the time you committed it_, you still got to dangle no matter how many others you ratted out.

Those convicted of war crimes carrying the death penalty ... most of them ... they simply never got to leave.

They had a date in the yard with a noose or a bullet.

There was no third category. Fives, tens and twenties - or change. The two coins that traditionally cover the eyes of the dead.

That was why intake was so important.

Gather all sorts of intelligence.

Set the standard for humane treatment and appropriate behavior.

Prevent weapons from entering the prison.

Prevent weapons from entering the prison.

Did I mention weapons?

Whether or not they knew it, every UC and some POWs were on Death Row just by being here.

This wasn't pre-War justice.

This was military justice under wartime conditions.

A roach motel for war criminals.

No path to freedom through work here.
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GWOT IV - Just A Story NI

Someone had chosen well when they had selected me into this position.

Running the post-apocalyptic security for Site and running a military prison had a lot of commonalities.

Develop a team, check.

Monitor for internal and external threats, check.

Deal with problem Employees / prisoners, check.

Sit in meetings, as few as possible and as efficient as possible, check.

Shoot people. Not often, but check.

Weird chain of command, in which my real boss did nothing and my actual bosses were separated at one remove, check.

Deal with absolute hordes of incredible stupid E-mails ...

Given the difficulty we had obtaining printer paper and ink and toner, the California Military Department did not like to generate paper.

But CMD really liked to generate paperwork. Electronic paperwork. Reams and stacks of it. As if hordes of incontinent monkeys had infinite poo to sling with infinite electrons.

Double super triple check.

Fuck.

So on paper, Alviso Prison was part of the South Bay Support Command. Yet I reported to the California Military Commission, despite also being a voting member of the California Military Commission. The CMC reported to the Provost General, who reported to the Commanding General, who reported to GovCal, also known as Pat, also known to the American't public as that traitorous murderous psycho bitch.

(America cannot. Thus, American't. We also called them the Untied Snakes. Sorry Jefferson, your creation got hijacked and nuked its own.)

So I never really knew, among these hordes of E-mails, how important they were and were not.

One major difference from Site is that I now had a support staff. I didn't have to foist the occasional memo on some poor dispatcher (typically but not always Wyatt) to draft for me.

I had an orderly, an admin and a legal secretary. All three female.

One might suppose this is an invitation to have a harem. It isn't. One reason is because anyone even vaguely combat capable is in the Sierras explaining California's new boundaries to some Snakes.

The only reason I wasn't in the Sierras is that captured Snakes had to be taken somewhere.

My legal secretary preferred not to interact with anyone. Sie (preferred pronoun) was antisocial, likely autistic, extremely non binary and like me, carried a powerful handgun at all times. Sie wore feminine pants or masculine kilts and aimed deliberately at gender ambiguity. Sie was an excellent shot, in both senses. As a civilian employee of the CMD, sie had to follow basic military courtesy but only took orders from sie's boss. Me.

Those orders came and went by E-mail and by transcript. It was worth putting up with a few minor quirks, such as a hatred of talking on the telephone that approached complex PTSD and a fear of personal interaction that was even worse, to get an efficient legal secretary who could keep tabs on four running courtrooms each judging from 20 to 80 felony criminal cases a day, many of them death penalty offenses.

So sie lived happily in a closet-cum-office surrounded by six split monitors, screened voicemails through text software, had an issued 12 gauge shotgun in a quick release mount under the desk in case someone ignored the sign posted on the office door, and did the work of six legal secretaries.

"KEEP OUT. THIS MEANS YOU. By order of the Warden, Alviso Prison. Level Three Access Control, Deadly Force Authorized."

Same exact sign we had on the armory.

My admin was a much more normal human being, at least in her public persona. She handled callers, messages, the occasional authorized visitor and contacts with other organizations with equal zest and elan. She was in the CMD, rank of Sergeant, although she never touched a weapon and had to be taught to wear the uniform properly. She did her job and did it well.

My orderly. I must be kind. She was not bright. She was also in the CMD, rank of Private, and was very unlikely to ever meet promotion qualifications. Between random outbreaks of weeping, shaky hands and a tendency to reverse both spoke and written words, in the pre-War world she'd have had a menial job with a company like Goodwill Industries or Hope Rehabilitation. But before the War she was fine. It was two years - two fucking years - in Homeland camps that had reduced her from an amiable chatty moron to a terrified nervous wreck who was still a moron. At some point a Homeland officer had pulled her out of the seething mass of humanity and assigned her as Homeland's equivalent of an orderly.

If he survived eventual capture, I looked forward to the day I would have him in my courtroom and sentence him to death.

Her job was to do the basic chores of daily living for me. Make my bed, do my laundry, prepare my uniforms (I sometimes changed six or more times a day), keep my quarters secure. She could watch TV when nothing else was going on, and did so. She could not drive, did not carry a firearm, did not have access to my safe, and as best I could tell did not read at all for pleasure and for work only with great difficulty. As in reading care labels on clothes. She ate in the mess as I did, but would sometimes fetch my meals with her own, selecting them at random according to security procedure.

She made my bed but did not sleep in it. Or anything else for that matter. When first assigned, she had expected to be put to that "work" as well but took my refusal with a mix of horror and gratitude that both of us thought about as little as possible.

So no harem. Given my day job, and how much of my courtroom duties involved war crimes, I did not have a problem with this.

What I did have a problem with, were all the damned E-mails.

This most recent one was routed through CMD but originated from the Office of the Surgeon General. It was addressed directly to me, and I sensed that it had been carefully crafted.

###

From: the Office of the Surgeon General

To: Captain [Echo 18]

Re: longitudinal study of responses to the Firecracker War

Good morning, Captain.

We are conducting a research study of people's responses to the events of the Firecracker War, specifically the nuclear destruction of San Francisco.

A routine review of your background indicates that you had close exposure to these events.

All responses will be anonymized and coded for the benefit of the research.

We are asking that you write about a particularly horrific, traumatizing or disturbing element of your experience.

We may edit your account and publish it at some future date in a collection of memories from other survivors. Identifying information will be carefully redacted and you will have opportunity to revise or retract prior to such publication.

Your cooperation with this project is expected and appreciated.

###

It was that last phrase, "expected and appreciated," which commanded my reply. And by its nature, I could not farm it out to my staff either.

My disdain for California's mental health and psychological care programs approached mutinous if not treasonous.

But if I didn't answer, I might get a more pointed order, or even a demand for personal interview or a Psyche appointment.

OK. Here goes.

I typed out quickly a brief and utterly true account of my day at Stanford working in the morgue on Day 3.

The morgue was a baseball stadium. The bodies covered the field, laid out in neat rows. As they were identified and photographed, they were moved by landscaping workers first to reefer trucks, then when they ran out of those, to ...

###

To: Captain [Echo 18]

Re: your response to logitudinal study of responses to the Firecracker War

Thank you for your first person account of events in and around Stanford University on Day 3 of the Firecracker War.

We appreciate that you went through a very difficult experience. As a California citizen, as a member of the California Military Department and as an officer holding the Governor's Commission, you are entitled to ...

[My eyes glazed over. The usual anti suicide bullshit, perhaps a bit more strident than usual, for a few paragraphs.]

With your permission, I would like to forward this to the San Francisco Rescue & Recovery Project for inclusion in their first person accounts of the War. Your identity will be anonymized by this office ...

[By this office. Ha. Psyches.]

We would greatly appreciate, as your duties allow, additional first person accounts of your experiences on Days Zero through Five ...

[Someone has access to my file. And they're calling themselves we. Definitely Psyches.]

It is respectfully requested ...

[Oh shit. That's how we say ORDER, right in the Use Of Force guidelines.]

... that you submit these accounts to this office at least once a week.

After a review of your file ...

[Oh, really? Honesty from a Psyche? What next, mercy from generals and charity from bankers? Maybe integrity from Homeland? Naah.]

... a Board decision has been made to level with you in the hopes of your willing cooperation.

[Board. I sense homework. What Board?!?]

In all candor, this program is one of a number of disguised mental health programs that encourages Californians to open up about their experiences. While the information provided is also of historical and educational value, and will assist in future mental health research, the most important goal is to help ordinary Californians come to terms with the events of the Firecracker War and its aftermath, continuing to the present day.

You are not an ordinary Californian. Your personal contribution to the Resistance ...

[OK, my file is missing some things. One of my contributions was to cap some of them. Not bottle caps.]

... and your continuing service to the People and Republic demands that we offer you what assistance we can.

However, you have made it very clear that you have little to no use for our conventional programs, and you have consistently refused Psyche services.

This is your right and also your privilege.

[Say the fuck what? That is what the regulations say, if you read them hard enough, but that is not usually how a Psyche chooses to interpret them.]

It may be that this stance on this matter changes in the future. When and if it does, please feel free to reach out through the following channels, in addition to the ones listed previously:

[The Psyche chain of command, listed from the Psyche assigned to Alviso Prison, to her boss, to the Psyche supervising mental health services to military personnel in the Bay Area, to the Psyche in charge of services at Valley Medical City - with an actual pre-war doctorate and Ph.D. - to the Psyche General's office.]

You may make contact with any of these Psyches directly, and they will assist you directly. This includes the Psyche General's office, if you wish.

I am Psyche Pam Stearman, assigned to the Sacramento General Evaluations Office. I am a researcher, not a clinician, and am not qualified to offer mental health services. If you ever want to talk, just talk, feel free to contact me.

Best wishes in your future career and continued service to the People and Republic of California.

Yours In Health,

Psc. Stearman
[signature]

###

I thought for about two seconds.

###

To: Psyche Pam Stearman

From: Captain [Echo 18]

You will appreciate that my duties cause me to be very busy.

I will make time to send you weekly homework of the type requested. You may do with this work product as you will. I do not wish to be credited as the author at any point, now or while I am still alive.

Thank you for your refreshing honesty and directness, and for what you do.

Captain [Echo 18]
Warden, Alviso Prison

###

She stared at the computer screen. A nearby wastebasket still stank of vomit despite having been hastily cleaned out.

She knew she would have to read whatever he sent. Weekly.

It was like setting out lines to catch minnows, and hooking a whale.

That ... was a thought.

###

From: Psyche Pam Stearman, MS PhD, High Value Persons Support Group, Sacramento Special Projects Cohort, Psyche General's Office

To: Mental Health Officer's Evaluation Baord

*PROTECTED MENTAL HEALTH INFORMATION*

Re: Captain [Echo 18]

I recommend that we put Captain [Echo 18] into the executive stress matching program and see who might pop up as a potential peer correspondent.

###

Her phone rang a few minutes later.

"This is Psyche Jorgensen with Collections Intelligence Mental Health Support. Do you have scramble?"

They dutifully engaged encryption and exchanged keywords, proving their identity. They had no illusions that this would protect against targeted intelligence gathering by Advanced Persistent Threats such as the Untied Snakes Government, but an envelope was still better than a postcard.

"We ran the request. We also conducted a clearance review on you. We do have a match. However, due to its nature, I'm sending you a chat message. Give me your thoughts without disclosing who we are talking about."

The whole point of the peer correspondent program was that high value, high stress personnel with exceptional security clearances could debrief to each other when they could not debrief to mental health professionals, however well meaning, who shared neither their clearances nor their stressors.

INCOMING MESSAGE. JORGENSEN. [# GovCal #]

"That is ... a very interesting idea. No objection."

"Do you think he'd go for it?"

She pulled up Echo 18's chart one more time.

"He has a record of dealing well with high ranking personnel. His defiance of authority tends to go one to two levels up."

"Let's give it a shot. We'll think about the approach method. Just stick to the Firecracker War historical research angle until otherwise directed."

"Copy."

###

From: GovCal
To: Captain [Echo 18], Alviso Prison

Re: your operation at Alviso and the California Military Commission

Captain, I have more spare time than I let on.

I want to keep a closer eye on the justice process, both the CMC itself and at Alviso. Please use this personal channel to communicate if you have any concerns that you feel are not being addressed through channels.

At a personal level, I also want some sense of justice but will settle for vengeance. I would like to hear how it's going.

No rush, and in confidence.

Thanks,

GovCal

###

I stared at the screen.

The authenticators were as legitimate as possible. I'd had to go through two layers of verification just to read the message. I half expected my screen to play "I Love You, California" and then catch fire in a shower of sparks.

Could this be related to the Firecracker War homework?

I shrugged.

Of course not.

###

From: Captain [Echo 18], Alviso Prison
To: GovCal

Re: your questions Was: your operation at Alviso and the California Military Commission

Governor,

I have no concerns at this time but will keep your direction in mind should one arise.

Yesterday I sentenced three criminals and two former members of Homeland to death. All were murderers.

Not sure what to say. I believe you have access through the CMC to all the trial transcripts, which are generated one to two days after each court session.

I think the hardest part of my job is balancing the crying need for justice with the burning temptation to commit revenge instead.

I remanded one Homeland officer yesterday to POW classification. He was probably a murderer too, but we simply didn't have the case to prove it.

Besides, you and I are also in that club.

I don't want "justice" to become "Just Us."

I can only imagine how difficult your job actually is.

Thank you for what you do for California.

How did you get your job, anyway? Always been curious.

###

From: GovCal
To; Echo 18

Re: gossip

Not for attribution. I forged orders to the California National Guard. They liked their new orders. A lot.

I looked up how you got _your_ job. A talent matching program through the Resistance executive program.

I'm vaguely jealous. I give speeches and sit at a desk. You get to actually do things and make a difference.

###

From: E18
To: GC
Re: ______

Governor,

I just give speeches to smaller audiences. I hope what I do here makes a difference.

You make a difference every day for the entire State. If someone hadn't had the balls and/or ovaries to tell Homeland to go fuck itself, we'd all be in the Homeland Rest Spa For Suspected Traitors. And to think I only got the basic package. Thank whoever or whatever that I didn't go for the Deluxe.

###

From: GC
To: E18
Re:

You do make a difference.

Call me Pat.
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