Mar. 5th, 2021

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GWOT VII - American History Class

If an American from a decade ago were somehow transported forward in time to the present, with no knowledge of the intervening events, that American would be utterly horrified. Yet again and again this happened in American history. Tell a native of the "Roaring '20s" of the Great Depression to come, or a WPA worker of the 1930s of the horrors just around the corner in World War II, or a 'vet' returning home from that war that the entire world would be at risk of being destroyed by the push of a button in less than twenty years...

The pre-Firecracker America had her tensions - the Cold War had ended, the War on Terror had taken its place, but Islamic fundamentalism was a weak menace at best. The military-industrial complex demanded its fuel; so did the prison-industrial complex, but unless you were a soldier or an inmate - or loved one - it was easy to overlook these machines run on human blood.

China was a known enemy, in some ways a staunch ally. The American consumer economy ran on cheap Chinese goods; the American financial economy, on Chinese money. The investment rules were oddly one-sided - money invested in America from overseas could be re-invested elsewhere, but all money invested in China had to stay in China. This meant enormous paper empires, Apple and Starbucks and Tesla and other western brands, but all the parent companies gained was cheap manufacturing and the occasional odd bit of intellectual property. The Chinese on the other hand made use - both openly and covertly - of every technology they could lay their hands on.

Militarily, it was a truism at least in the West, that only a fool would fight a land war in Asia. This meant that military planning surrounded seapower and airpower. A balance of edged blades, anti-shipping missiles versus Aegis missile interceptors. Or so the West thought, with a narrow focus that was from decade to decade.

In sober fact, China had been at war - for her freedom, for her national sovereignty, then for her very survival - since the barbarians had entered the Forbidden City over a century ago. Economics was war by other means; so was diplomacy. China hoped for cultural and economic hegemony, but if her survival was ever threatened, she was prepared to fight.

A decision was made, somewhere in the 'deep state' military-industrial bureaucracy, that China posed an intolerable threat to America. That a new enemy was needed - even though China and America had allied in their fight against Islamic extremism, even to the point of America discreetly ignoring what a previous generation would have called Uighur death camps.

An excuse was needed for the War. A Pearl Harbor tactic. What horrific act would galvanize Americans into supporting a war on China? And how would American fight such a War? It takes at least six weeks, if not six months, to make a soldier or a sailor - and China would mobilize faster, and cripple America's economy just by shutting down her own ports. If the world economic system did not crash first.

Enter the doomsday weapons. America, China and Russia had had a delicate balance of terror formed from nuclear arms and the presumed willingness and readiness to use them. The fear - the same fear California has today - was of a so-called 'decap' or decapitation strike. Cut off the head, destroy the national leadership, and perhaps the enemy''s retaliation would never launch.

All sides had bunkers. Russia had communications rockets, the Dead Hand system that would release nuclear codes to local commanders scattered across Earth's largest continent. America had the so-called Triad of nuclear arms - land-based missile silos, long range strike aircraft (and airborne command and control, amusingly named Looking Glass), and last but not least, the Trident nuclear submarine fleet. Lurking anywhere in the world's oceans, each Trident could be the death of a mid-sized nation - a couple dozen missiles, and more warheads.

China had no such capability. And America's 'deep state' war planners felt that they could shoot down any Chinese incoming, or reduce it to 'acceptable loss' levels - especially as the losses would be West Coast cities, never very powerful or important in American politics.

The inference was obvious. The decision was made - coldly, callously - to sacrifice an American city as the causus belli, the reason for war.

An American nuclear submarine was given verified but unusual orders. Near the California coast, she went to missile depth and launched, told that her targets were far to the west and south in the Pacific Missile Range.

Ninety seconds later, the missiles had gone east and detonated during boost phase. Sic transit Gloria mundi. San Francisco, the City Herself, as well as San Francisco International Airport with a second airburst.

We may never know the details. But we know that the crew of that American submarine shut down any further launches the only way they could - by manually igniting missiles in their tubes and incinerating their own vessel, with no hope of escape or survival.

Reconstructing the timing, with the help of world sensor networks and American defectors, we can now see that the 'retaliatory' launches were within minutes of San Francisco's destruction, according to an exceedingly detailed plan called War Plan Red.

War Plan Red was a decap strike on China. And it almost worked.

The guiding principle of the plan seems to have been to disarm China of her nuclear deterrent without regard to any other concerns. In nuclear war theory, now written horribly large as fact, a so-called 'counterforce' strike could take away an enemy's own nuclear capability while leaving the nation intact and her leaders alive to sue for peace.

This was not attempted. Many strikes destroyed cities. Partly this was because China had made no great effort to separate military bases from populated areas - China has some open spaces, but with a pre-War population of over one billion, they were always uninhabited for a reason. Partly this was from intended frightfulness; destroying dams and ports and airports would leave any survivors too busy trying to stay alive to fight back.

While the world's eyes were all on China, and the War, there was a quiet but intense crisis in the American government herself.

There were two factions - the faction that was horrified that the 'deep state' had started its own War, its own Reichstag Fire, and demanded that somehow what had been done must be undone; and the larger, more powerful faction that was willing to accept a fait accompli, embrace the War, and figure out little details like freedom and democracy once China was no longer a deadly threat.

The second faction won within days. Homeland was transformed from a relatively minor agency into a juggernaut of overwhelming illegal force. The first denizens of her camps were former government officials, many 'traitors' because they had accepted funds from China during peacetime. This was a ready excuse because Chinese lobbyists had bribed all American politicians at one time or another.

As the fabric of America changed from civilian clothing to military uniforms, the about-to-be-unemployed workers of the service economy were drafted. The potential rebels and problem cases were shoved to the front lines. Both the US Army and Homeland even used penal troops - the dreaded Special Troops were drafted from America's insane asylums and maximum security prisons, and set loose to wreak havoc in China.

One cherished fantasy of pre-War military analysts was immediately demolished. When national survival was at stake, there was no such thing as non-nuclear warfare.

China claimed innocence - she was in fact innocent - but found herself shattered. A third of her population dead or wounded, nearly every city wrecked, her armed forces scattered remnants of what had never been a very large force. "Good wood is not used for firewood; good men are not used for soldiers." And naval soldiers, sailors, were even lower than that in China's self-image.

But China has been shattered many times before in history. When America was a weak, upstart colony trying to defy British naval power, China had risen from the ashes many times.

The rest of the world was horrified to learn that good old Uncle Sam had turned out to be a mass murderer, a school shooter armed with nukes. The UN imposed blockade. The British Royal Navy asserted and protected the independence of Hong Kong. Even once-staunch allies like Japan and Canada expelled American troops where they could, pointedly militarized and prepared in great fear for what they assumed would be their turn to be crushed under the American juggernaut.

China desperately bought time. Handfuls of American troops would fight much larger but weaker Chinese forces. An American soldier might be worth ten Chinese, especially when the latter were armed with bows or even rocks, but there was always an eleventh.

Pre-War estimates of Chinese naval power were wrong by an order of magnitude. The Chinese had not only ballistic but hypersonic missiles, all nuclear-capable, and both the willingness to release control to local commanders as well as the ruthlessness to try to use them freely. Over one hundred nuclear launches against the American mainland were attempted; none got through; but two American carrier groups were 'nuked' and a third badly damaged.

Revenge, however, would have to wait. But if nothing else, the Chinese are patient.

Less than a year later, ballistic missile tracks appeared from the center of the Great Lakes between America and China. It could hardly be called a sneak attack; America had literally run out of nuclear ordinance, except for that deployed on Trident submarines, and was having trouble making more even with the Pentax factory in Texas working around the clock.

A Chinese nuclear ballistic missile submarine had been shipped inside a merchant freighter.

Now the cities destroyed were American. Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit. America's heart lands.

The enraged American leadership wanted to blame anyone but themselves, and threatened war with Canada.

Canada surrendered at once. But America's ancient friend England had had enough.

A letter was delivered by diplomatic courier to the American President - actually a puppet of the 'deep state', though few knew it and even fewer cared.

The contents were unequivocal. Back down, or the world united will destroy America.

Two powers also had ballistic missile submarines - Britain and France. The British submarines had been discounted as a factor, as the necessary maintenance for their nuclear warheads was no longer being provided by the US Navy. The French had been discounted - 'cheese eating surrender monkeys' - but monkeys in arms. And the French had serviced the British warheads.

Now the threat was visceral. Washington DC, New York...

And for the second time as many years, there was another quiet internal revolution in the American bureaucracy.

Homeland was 'de-emphasized' and many of its troops sent to China. Those forces forward deployed were told to go on the defensive, hold what they had gained, and start following the laws of war with respect to Chinese civilians under their control. And put them to work - you will need to support yourselves on local resources soon.

Revolutions do not take place when governments are strong. They take place when governments are weak.

Six American states - those who had borne the brunt of the War, and the worst excesses of Homeland - had had enough. Texas was one - and America could no longer manufacture or maintain nuclear arms.

The Second American Civil War was on.

California fought for her freedom, and won it on many battlefields - the cities, the Sierras, the deserts, in the Pacific and in space. But the two battlefields that mattered most were the production line and the United Nations General Assembly.

California manufactured nuclear arms. And had the willingness to use them.

At the UN General Assembly, California asserted her freedom. It was clear that America could still destroy her. But California made it clear that that destruction would come at a fearful price.

Never before had any nation brought a demonstratably operational nuclear weapon literally into the halls of the United Nations.

America shifted gears at home. Switching to defense now that offense was something she could no longer afford. Her forces in China were cut loose to fend for themselves.

Yet America still had Trident. Still had the ability to destroy the world. A world in arms against America could still be killed.

America is now getting ready to hold her first Presidental election in eight years, having skipped one during the War. There are five parties, not two - Republican, Peace and Freedom, Democrat, Constitutionalist and Unity. By far the strongest two are Peace and Freedom, versus Unity.

Regardless of the outcome of this election, the 'deep state' will continue to be in charge of America. It is clear that elections inform but do not control it. And unlike the leadership of other nations, the unelected bureaucrats of the deep state are difficult to depose, or even to kill, because they cannot easily be identified. This also makes it difficult to negotiate with them. This is why the Talks continue but hae gone nowhere, and likely will never go anywhere.

Each of the 'Six Sinners' has now held a plebicite election to explore reunification with America. California, Arizona and Nevada overwhelmingly rejected it. Texas and Washington were more equivocal. Oregon is slightly in favor. But only Utah has returned to the fold, and is the strongest supporter of the Constitutionalist Party.

We are far from 'the end of history.' It was feared during the Cold War with good reason, that any use of nuclear arms might be the last, that the 'story of humanity might be that of apes playing with matches on a gasoline dump.' Now we have lit our matches, singed ourselves - sometimes badly - but we have survived so far. The spectre of Mutual Assured Destruction is still with us. There are more Doomsday weapons than ever and even the smallest countries now race to have something to hold between them and annihilation. As long as America continues to have her Tridents and her millions, she will still be the most powerful country on the planet, and a threat to her survival risks the annihilation of the entity making that threat.

This ends the study of American history in this unit. Next is the study of Californian history from the Native Peoples, through the Conquistadors and Mexican ranchos, to the American invasion in 1848 and the Eastern colonization period...
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GWOT V - Civil Defense

As the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months, we developed a routine in our operations. This was as expected, of course, and I would have been dismissed for cause if we had not.

Our primary base facility at Camp McNasty, and our satellite bases at Campo, what everyone including us now called Homeland Station, and the semi-permanent checkpoint on CA-8, dramatically improved. This also was as expected. However, many of the things we did to achieve this were ... unconventional.

Part of the joys of going to El Cajon for R&R was coming back with some good salvage. Greater San Diego was still ruined, and some of the ruins had little value or interest for the locals but a lot of value to us.

First priority had been to establish basic amenities at McNasty. At first only the infirmary had been under an actual roof, and everyone shat in field latrines. We'd found the old camp blueprints in a dusty collapsed attic, and we'd mapped out the existing underground pipes and cables. This allowed our re-construction for new purposes to be much more rapid than it would hae been.

Campo and Homeland Station were firebases. No bones about it. You could see Mexico from there, and our very first installations were trenches and bunkers, dug by hand, the old fashioned way, and roofed with whatever beams and metal we could scrape up. Then came towers, both the tall spindly comm and camera towers as well as the short, squat personnel lookouts. These latter were not nearly as armored as I preferred, and the duty of hanging ones ass out as sniper bait in one rotated every thirty minutes.

The vehicle checkpoint on CA-8 was a whole different matter, involving as it did six other state agencies - Highway Patrol, CalTrans, Immigration Services, Department of General Services, Department of the Controller and last but not least, the Franchise Tax Board. This was in addition to us - the California Military Department.

For one thing, it was 100% stop in both directions, 24/7/365, and staffed by a mixture of armed contract security, armed CHP civilians, heavily armed CHP Troopers and armed California Immigration Officers.

When they dialed 911, which happened depressingly often, it was my people who came to their rescue.

Finally I skipped the small stuff. We established mortar pits high up on either side of the pass, with nearby sniper overlooks. The mortars were thoughtfully preregistered on several points - the failure to stop line, the emergency center divider split, and the diversion lanes. We could and would drop 81 millimeters of joy on any vehicle that attempted to violate SOP. As the signs said, "Traffic control devices and officers will be obeyed. DEADLY FORCE AUTHORIZED."

They had better chow than we did. And - importantly - they were assigned 24/7 Freeway Service Patrols, heavy wreckers, and CalFire armored bulldozers and ambulances. That last was important. CA-8 was a vital corridor, a military highway, and we would open it under all conditions. Even if someone had to climb down the ravine to go get the driver whose car had been pushed into that same ravine by a bulldozer blade.

We also had emergency contingency plans at all four bases for what would happen if we suddenly had to dine and doss a hundred - or a thousand - detainees. The former happened several times; the latter happened only once, but if we hadn't planned for it, it would have been very bad.

McNasty was the one place we had room to spread out. This meant patrols, both on foot and with light vehicles. Another trick I'd borrowed from site - a pickup truck goes out with six troops and four bicycles in the back. They drive up the hill. The bicycles roll down and the pickup truck, with appropriate attention to safety and the brakes wired accordingly, rolls as well. Saves a bit of gas and more importantly is silent when done properly.

McNasty had our garages, our main fuel depot, our helibase, our TDC ("Transit Detention Center"), the pit loading dock that finally became our main warehouse, and as horrible as it sounds, our administrative offices. I tried to spend as little time as possible in my own office, but my replacement would want one. It also gave us a place to stick VIPs on ice until we had time to deal with them.

Campo was tight. It had been a small town. Now it was a crossroads controlled by us, amid the ruins of foundations.

Homeland Station had a commanding position overlooking a network of unauthorized roads and trails, both east-west and north-south. I'd stolen another trick and constantly fucked with those using both logs and abati - the latter being logs with huge steel spikes that made a vehicle suffer for running into them, and would occasionally pop tires.

Before the War, there'd been off-road enthusiasts all over these hills and low mountains. Now no one had the time or the money for such entertainments, and if you wanted to off-road, you could join the California Military Department and we would find you a driver slot.

Both sites hosted reaction forces. That was their purpose - a safe place to wait, drink water, take a shit and/or change a tire while waiting for something bad to happen somewhere along the Border.

Which it always, always did.

407th Combat Engineers found an excuse to visit Campos sector monthly. Only part of this was the high speed, low drag whorehouse in Campos Nation.

And I had a long, long list of projects for them to do.

One set of projects, however, was not my idea.

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To: All California Military Department Facilities
From: Office of the Adjutant General
Re: Civil Defense Preparations

Every fixed facility of the California Military Department shall be equipped with the following provisions for civil defense operations.

-- a weather monitoring station with datalink
-- a radiological monitoring station with datalink
-- sufficient canned, bottled or otherwise potably stored drinking water for 21 days of occupancy by ten times rated facility occupancy, FIRE PROTECTION WATER CANNOT BE USED TO MEET THIS REQUIREMENT
-- portable radiological detection equipment equivalent to CA-NBC-2231 or greater, with a minimum of two dosimeters and one counter
-- mass casualty first aid supplies to treat the entire facility occupancy for shock-trauma and significant percentage burns - infirmary or battalion aid station supplies cannot be used to meet this requirement
-- for facilities over 100 occupancy, an emergency surgical chest
-- firefighting hand tools sufficient to equip 20% of the facility occupancy
-- structural firefighting equipment including turnouts and SCBA sufficient to equip a minimum of two trained personnel, with an additional one per fifty occupancy
-- documentation of station bill and training to respond to natural and deliberate disasters
-- documented and tested nuclear attack evacuation plan, rehearsed as schedued by this office

...

###

So, just where the fuck are we supposed to get this shit?

###

Then the supplies started arriving.

First came what South Ops called a 'cache trailer.' A 40' towable semi trailer containing pre-packaged disaster response in a box. I read the manifest carefully, as I was personally responsbile for all $300,000 odd of its contents.

Then it got worse. That was just the one we were supposed to _host_ - to provide free parking for, and never touch, as it belonged to South Ops and not to us plebes.

I had to take two soldiers off the line and assign them to full time admin just to keep up with the equipment orders and requests. Some of which were 'pushed' - i.e. we never ordered the shit, it just showed up, and God help all of us if any of it went missing.

We started getting visitors. A RADIAC training team, to teach us all how to use the dosimeters and counters. A weather team, to calibrate our weather equipment and teach us how to use portable equipment, some of it both ancient and fragile. A wet bulb thermometer? Really?

Then came the real kicker.

Seven thousand feet of 18' steel culvert, in 40' lengths.

We had no idea where to put the shit, and said so.

Then I got the E-mail.

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To: Echo 18, Commander, Campos Sector
From: CA MilDepCorpsEngineers
Re: Project Archangel

Please identify an appropriate site for a blast shelter. See Attachment A for siting considerations. Note in particular that shelter may not be located within 2 miles of any existing facility or mapped roadway...

###

I paged through the attached file. Hundreds of pages.

An underground base near a base, to be installed and left empty - except for maintenance crews and a security detail.

I wanted to laugh at the stupidity. The Americans had satellite recon, and so did a lot of other countries. The Cartel could buy better imaging than I could, if they cared to spend the money.

So when the engineer colonel showed up, I showed her my sketches and shared my misgivings.

She set me straight.

"I've personally signed off seventeen of these. Every hospital, every school, every police station, every fire station is getting one to adopt. The goal is to have them scattered all over the state so that no one is ever more than fifteen minutes from a blast shelter."

My jaw dropped.

This much effort could literally solve our state housing crisis. As it was, we still had schools operating in tents and hospitals storing supplies in the open air.

"The idea is to make nuking California so expensive that the Americans give up on the idea. And if they don't, the survivors will have someplace to survive in."

I'd noticed something else in the bunker plans. The underground loading docks on either side of the tunnel complex. Suitable for parking long, long trucks, with some protection from a nearby miss.

The colonel was likely a member of the Strategic Defense Force, given her role and what she had to know to plan and build these bases. So she would know exactly what would be parking, and probably the launch commands.

So was I. But we had no way to exchange recognition codes, by design and by policy.

As war goes, building big shelter complexes and leaving them empty is less wasteful than tanks with 500 miles on the odometer, tons of bombs and artillery shells that go nowhere and do nothing, people who are fed and paid to sit around for bad shit to happen...

I hoped that the shelters would never be used. Because if they were used, it would mean more nuked cities, more fallout, more nightmare.

But if we were all very lucky, the shelters would deter the Americans from even trying it. Civil defense. Also known as target saturation, giving the enemy so many targets to nuke that he gives up the idea.

I poured us both a stiff drink, found myself politely declining an offer of horizontal gymnastics, and poured the colonel into a bed (alone) before slinking off to my own.

I stared at the ceiling.

No one spends that kind of money on a hypothetical.

And we needed that money desperately spent on our own population.

I remembered a snippet from a children's show, many years ago.

"My toothbrush!"

"Leave it! Would you rather have your teeth fall out, or your head blown off?"

These were the choices we were making, and leaving to today's children.

Not very civil, was it?

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