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Together Again - Buildup to a disaster
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sorry to hear that LB. prayers sent good sir.
grunt soldier
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need more story. need more story. hope all is well with the wife LB.
enjoy!
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Grandpa walked his two grandkids west to the meeting spot and waited. Three days passed until we found the three of them. They were just hanging out and called out to us as our group walked by. He used the map dropped by the last helicopter to find a way to cross our path.
Grandpa laughed and had a troubled cough and said the way we cleaned up the road, showed that we enter the town the same way time every time. If he was a bad guy, we would have walked right into an ambush. He taught us another important life lesson to share with the rest of our ever expanding group, when we get back.
He shared his story of survival with us as he rested. Grandpa was winded as he spoke, but had that fire in his eyes. “My grandkids are all that I have. Everyone else died from the cold, illness or the fight to keep the food we had. Lifelong friends tried to steal food from us, and instead of asking for help they used force. Friends killing friends was all too common. My sons gave their lives to keep these two alive, and I will too”, Grandpa said with a tremble in his words. His story was very similar to the others that joined the group as of late.
“This is the map to our home. There are enough supplies for us to make it easy for us to become members for your group. The kids are great campers, fishermen and would make the boy or girl scouts proud” he said as he leaned against the building. Grandpa fell into the wall of the building and collapsed on the pavement.. The two kids yelled out in shock and ran to be by his side. Two of us were giving him aid, but could not figure out what was happening with him. While checking him for external injuries we noticed several slashing scars and what looked like have a dozen cigarette burns. He had a pulse and was breathing, but was just passed out.
It wasn’t hard to revive him with a sternum rub. He sat up against the building with four of us helping him out. The grandkids told us he has done that a few times in the last month or so. After he sits up he is back on his feet and back to normal in about 15 minutes. The latest salvage trip into town was cancelled and we used the large deer cart to start the trip back. We used the radio with a code that said returning to base, all is OK. It will be a slow trip back, but if we need to, we can overnight at the cave retreat. They just clicked the code that they heard our message. Everyone would take turns wheeling grandpa back over the paved and gravel roads. If he is well enough, he might even enjoy the zip line at the damaged bridge.
Back at the farm, everyone was doing chores and maintenance. The main chore of the day was repairing the barn roof that was damaged from the ice storm. The blue tarps were not holding up well and to be honest, hard work helped pass the time. Metal siding from one of the trailers and some left overs will do the job, but it won’t win any awards for beauty. The bent and broken beams and trusses were braced and rebuilt. Five people using hand tools alone got the job done. The reward at lunch was extra corn bread and canned chicken.
Two more choppers brought supplies at lunch and added fuel to the fuel bladder. Most of the supplies were for routine maintenance of the two helicopters we already have. The other gear was for securing and preserving needed equipment from rust and the elements. The pilots went over the expanded list of items that were top priority and joked we had it easy. The next group they are flying over to help is a bunch of engineers going to mothball several nuclear plants in Illinois.
As they did the preflight walk around check on the birds, they laughed and said after the nuclear plants are mothballed, your group and those same engineers are flying down to Robinson Illinois to see if the refinery can be restarted. Both helicopters fired up and left heading back to Dayton.
The two binders on refinery operations were simply written, but the processes and chemistry were much more involved. Each one of us needed to read up on it so that in a month or two we will be able to help check out and hopefully get part of the refinery working.
In the distance we heard a helicopter in the area and soon it was over the hill getting ready to land at the official landing pad. The door opened and the salvage crew and two kids got out of the helicopter. They turned to help another out of the bird and were walking to the house to get away from the rotor wash of the Blackhawk. Everyone was outside to see what the commotion was about and were happy to see three new faces. Things will be difficult with new strains on the food supplies, but extra hands for chores even it out. Two of the kids were already whispering to each other that the stories they bring are always interesting.
The three of them were ok with Mail Man Mike’s trailer, even after we shared the story of how they died. Grandpa said,” I doubt there are many places that have not had death or disease since the cold hit. We will be just fine, and would like some time to get it organized to our liking.” The two kids were just happy to have a clean bed and clean clothes to wear. The home they had in town was not in bad shape, it had just been patched up from several attacks and with no running water, and it was hard to keep it the way they wished. Two hours later, the three of them walked up to the house much cleaner and asked how they can recover the food and supplies they have back at the house. The next salvage team will focus on that area and be double the size to help get as much of the vital items the first trip. They will take inventory and future salvage trips will try to get as much of the important gear over the next few weeks.
In the distance, a pop, pop, pop sound from gunfire was heard. Those that were near the marking wheels marked the direction of the sound with a sharpie to record the direction. It was not the most accurate way of marking the direction of sound, but with 5 of the marking wheels, we can use the information to see what general direction the sound was coming from. Four of the five wheels were all marked in the same direction, and this was the third time we have heard gun fire from that area. We recorded three shots today, five from two weeks prior and four from a month ago. That confirmed that at least one person, and maybe more are living in that area to the Northwest. The wind was blowing from the West today and that will help extend the range of the noise, but the group consensus was the shots were four to five miles away. Close enough for them to hear our practice shooting and the helicopters coming and going. That most likely means they are not desperate, since they have not tried to contact us. Just to be safe, the radio was used to send the message to start using the codes on page two. The others groups clicked back with the old roger code, and then the new code for roger. At random times, we all would go to the original page of the code book, just to screw with anyone who thought they have figured out our code.
Three groups fanned out to cut and trim the trees and bushes to expand the fire break. The cool afternoon breeze and having three extra hands put the younger members of the group into the mood to Useful wood was stacked and the branches and twigs were just put in big piles that will be burned or mulched sometime in the future. The fire break extends almost 1,500 feet to the North and South. Today’s effort ended up pushing the fire break almost half a mile to the west. A school bus, an old hand pump well and what was left of 5 people in a collapsed pop up camper were found on this trip. Locations were marked and the last group back reported that nothing useful, other than scrap metal was left at the campsite with the dead family. Another group will head out in the morning to check out the school bus and the camp site to see if anything important was overlooked. Exhausted workers have proven time and time again, they are not the best treasure hunters. Sitting on the shelf is a green box of silver dollars that they missed in the trunk of an abandoned car that was two miles west of us.
The patient adults have almost become experts at locating buried stashes. The addition of the metal detector improved our success, and we have several storage drums of camping gear, ammo and freeze dried foods to show for it. Most of the stashes were “buried” just before the cold got deadly, and people did not spend a lot of time hiding them. They almost universally figured the snow will do the hiding for them. The stashes were almost impossible to get during the super freeze because the ground was too cold or people just could not be outside. Several of the stashes were found with bodies near shovels trying to dig up what was buried. The rest were found as just freshly cleared areas that don’t have any recent growth or a shallow pile of earth that just doesn’t fit the area. At least three times we have gone digging in piles we thought were stashes, only to be disgusted that it was piles of human excrement. Since those fun times, everyone is digging with shovels or rakes so our hands don’t get into another mess.
Copyright, Longbow Entertainment a Division of Upland Hills
Grandpa walked his two grandkids west to the meeting spot and waited. Three days passed until we found the three of them. They were just hanging out and called out to us as our group walked by. He used the map dropped by the last helicopter to find a way to cross our path.
Grandpa laughed and had a troubled cough and said the way we cleaned up the road, showed that we enter the town the same way time every time. If he was a bad guy, we would have walked right into an ambush. He taught us another important life lesson to share with the rest of our ever expanding group, when we get back.
He shared his story of survival with us as he rested. Grandpa was winded as he spoke, but had that fire in his eyes. “My grandkids are all that I have. Everyone else died from the cold, illness or the fight to keep the food we had. Lifelong friends tried to steal food from us, and instead of asking for help they used force. Friends killing friends was all too common. My sons gave their lives to keep these two alive, and I will too”, Grandpa said with a tremble in his words. His story was very similar to the others that joined the group as of late.
“This is the map to our home. There are enough supplies for us to make it easy for us to become members for your group. The kids are great campers, fishermen and would make the boy or girl scouts proud” he said as he leaned against the building. Grandpa fell into the wall of the building and collapsed on the pavement.. The two kids yelled out in shock and ran to be by his side. Two of us were giving him aid, but could not figure out what was happening with him. While checking him for external injuries we noticed several slashing scars and what looked like have a dozen cigarette burns. He had a pulse and was breathing, but was just passed out.
It wasn’t hard to revive him with a sternum rub. He sat up against the building with four of us helping him out. The grandkids told us he has done that a few times in the last month or so. After he sits up he is back on his feet and back to normal in about 15 minutes. The latest salvage trip into town was cancelled and we used the large deer cart to start the trip back. We used the radio with a code that said returning to base, all is OK. It will be a slow trip back, but if we need to, we can overnight at the cave retreat. They just clicked the code that they heard our message. Everyone would take turns wheeling grandpa back over the paved and gravel roads. If he is well enough, he might even enjoy the zip line at the damaged bridge.
Back at the farm, everyone was doing chores and maintenance. The main chore of the day was repairing the barn roof that was damaged from the ice storm. The blue tarps were not holding up well and to be honest, hard work helped pass the time. Metal siding from one of the trailers and some left overs will do the job, but it won’t win any awards for beauty. The bent and broken beams and trusses were braced and rebuilt. Five people using hand tools alone got the job done. The reward at lunch was extra corn bread and canned chicken.
Two more choppers brought supplies at lunch and added fuel to the fuel bladder. Most of the supplies were for routine maintenance of the two helicopters we already have. The other gear was for securing and preserving needed equipment from rust and the elements. The pilots went over the expanded list of items that were top priority and joked we had it easy. The next group they are flying over to help is a bunch of engineers going to mothball several nuclear plants in Illinois.
As they did the preflight walk around check on the birds, they laughed and said after the nuclear plants are mothballed, your group and those same engineers are flying down to Robinson Illinois to see if the refinery can be restarted. Both helicopters fired up and left heading back to Dayton.
The two binders on refinery operations were simply written, but the processes and chemistry were much more involved. Each one of us needed to read up on it so that in a month or two we will be able to help check out and hopefully get part of the refinery working.
In the distance we heard a helicopter in the area and soon it was over the hill getting ready to land at the official landing pad. The door opened and the salvage crew and two kids got out of the helicopter. They turned to help another out of the bird and were walking to the house to get away from the rotor wash of the Blackhawk. Everyone was outside to see what the commotion was about and were happy to see three new faces. Things will be difficult with new strains on the food supplies, but extra hands for chores even it out. Two of the kids were already whispering to each other that the stories they bring are always interesting.
The three of them were ok with Mail Man Mike’s trailer, even after we shared the story of how they died. Grandpa said,” I doubt there are many places that have not had death or disease since the cold hit. We will be just fine, and would like some time to get it organized to our liking.” The two kids were just happy to have a clean bed and clean clothes to wear. The home they had in town was not in bad shape, it had just been patched up from several attacks and with no running water, and it was hard to keep it the way they wished. Two hours later, the three of them walked up to the house much cleaner and asked how they can recover the food and supplies they have back at the house. The next salvage team will focus on that area and be double the size to help get as much of the vital items the first trip. They will take inventory and future salvage trips will try to get as much of the important gear over the next few weeks.
In the distance, a pop, pop, pop sound from gunfire was heard. Those that were near the marking wheels marked the direction of the sound with a sharpie to record the direction. It was not the most accurate way of marking the direction of sound, but with 5 of the marking wheels, we can use the information to see what general direction the sound was coming from. Four of the five wheels were all marked in the same direction, and this was the third time we have heard gun fire from that area. We recorded three shots today, five from two weeks prior and four from a month ago. That confirmed that at least one person, and maybe more are living in that area to the Northwest. The wind was blowing from the West today and that will help extend the range of the noise, but the group consensus was the shots were four to five miles away. Close enough for them to hear our practice shooting and the helicopters coming and going. That most likely means they are not desperate, since they have not tried to contact us. Just to be safe, the radio was used to send the message to start using the codes on page two. The others groups clicked back with the old roger code, and then the new code for roger. At random times, we all would go to the original page of the code book, just to screw with anyone who thought they have figured out our code.
Three groups fanned out to cut and trim the trees and bushes to expand the fire break. The cool afternoon breeze and having three extra hands put the younger members of the group into the mood to Useful wood was stacked and the branches and twigs were just put in big piles that will be burned or mulched sometime in the future. The fire break extends almost 1,500 feet to the North and South. Today’s effort ended up pushing the fire break almost half a mile to the west. A school bus, an old hand pump well and what was left of 5 people in a collapsed pop up camper were found on this trip. Locations were marked and the last group back reported that nothing useful, other than scrap metal was left at the campsite with the dead family. Another group will head out in the morning to check out the school bus and the camp site to see if anything important was overlooked. Exhausted workers have proven time and time again, they are not the best treasure hunters. Sitting on the shelf is a green box of silver dollars that they missed in the trunk of an abandoned car that was two miles west of us.
The patient adults have almost become experts at locating buried stashes. The addition of the metal detector improved our success, and we have several storage drums of camping gear, ammo and freeze dried foods to show for it. Most of the stashes were “buried” just before the cold got deadly, and people did not spend a lot of time hiding them. They almost universally figured the snow will do the hiding for them. The stashes were almost impossible to get during the super freeze because the ground was too cold or people just could not be outside. Several of the stashes were found with bodies near shovels trying to dig up what was buried. The rest were found as just freshly cleared areas that don’t have any recent growth or a shallow pile of earth that just doesn’t fit the area. At least three times we have gone digging in piles we thought were stashes, only to be disgusted that it was piles of human excrement. Since those fun times, everyone is digging with shovels or rakes so our hands don’t get into another mess.
Thanks for the update.
Mossberg84
Plinker
Thanks for the update, love the story!
spencer rifle
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Now that Union Creek Journal is done, this is the only place to get my fix.
grunt soldier
Master
good update. thanks sir. hope all is well.
spencer rifle
Grandmaster
If only those silly characters would do what you tell them to. It's hard enough getting the kids to mind, much less unruly characters...
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