sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Probably better for you too but, more stuff to tote to the cliff......
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Paige came up to the kitchen soon after Henrik left for work. She was a little surprised to find Andrea in the kitchen and not Sabine.
“Sabine sleeping in?”
Andrea looked over at Paige. She didn’t necessarily want to tell her what happened in the middle of the night. Sabine spent quite some time in the shower, then got dressed and went on in to work. She said she might as well since she wasn’t going to be able to sleep anyway.
“She woke up early and went in to work. Said she had some errands to take care of or something.” Andrea figured to not bother Paige about Sabine this early in the morning since she was a little late getting out of here herself.
“Huh. I thought between the wine and the long day of cooking, she would have slept in.” Now Paige was a bit puzzled. She knew when she went downstairs, Sabine looked and sounded exhausted. She will have to ask Sabine about this later. At least everyone can relax and rest over the weekend.
“Andrea, before I forget, the phones are still out to my Grandfather’s place. Is there some way you could bring home a radio so I can try and reach him that way?”
Andrea was a bit surprised by this. It took her a moment to remember Paige telling her about her grandfather’s history and how he was still running radios for his own amusement after all these years. She wasn’t sure she would keep doing the radio thing once she retired and it was no longer her job. Granted, it did give her some huge opportunities and she had a lot of fun when she got to experiment, but still doing it when she had to pay for her own gear and no real mission to run traffic for?
“Sure, what frequency does he monitor so I grab the right stuff?”
“Shit!” Paige had forgotten she needed all that sort of stuff and she didn’t remember it off the top of her head. She did, however, have it written down! “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” Paige went back down to her room and retrieved a small laminated card from her wallet. On it were her own HAM radio callsign, as well as her grandfather’s and the frequencies he normally monitored.
There were notes next to each one. The back of the card had a particular frequency he had set aside in his scanner and on his radios. It was in a small, rarely used part of the bandwidth they had used at very low power when he was teaching her for her license. He told her if she ever needed him, he would always listen on it for her. She even wrote their unofficial callsigns down on it; Redbeard and Sprout.
Paige came back up the stairs with the card in her hand.
“Here are the frequencies he usually monitors and I especially need to be able to use the one on the back.” Paige handed Andrea the card. She looked at the frequencies on the front. They all made sense and were going to be simple. She flipped the card over and was a little perplexed with the frequency there.
“Good. Now I know the gear to grab for the frequencies. I’d stay and ask more questions, but I got to motor!” Andrea bounced down the stairs to the door, a whirlwind of movement, just like every morning she was running late.
“Sabine sleeping in?”
Andrea looked over at Paige. She didn’t necessarily want to tell her what happened in the middle of the night. Sabine spent quite some time in the shower, then got dressed and went on in to work. She said she might as well since she wasn’t going to be able to sleep anyway.
“She woke up early and went in to work. Said she had some errands to take care of or something.” Andrea figured to not bother Paige about Sabine this early in the morning since she was a little late getting out of here herself.
“Huh. I thought between the wine and the long day of cooking, she would have slept in.” Now Paige was a bit puzzled. She knew when she went downstairs, Sabine looked and sounded exhausted. She will have to ask Sabine about this later. At least everyone can relax and rest over the weekend.
“Andrea, before I forget, the phones are still out to my Grandfather’s place. Is there some way you could bring home a radio so I can try and reach him that way?”
Andrea was a bit surprised by this. It took her a moment to remember Paige telling her about her grandfather’s history and how he was still running radios for his own amusement after all these years. She wasn’t sure she would keep doing the radio thing once she retired and it was no longer her job. Granted, it did give her some huge opportunities and she had a lot of fun when she got to experiment, but still doing it when she had to pay for her own gear and no real mission to run traffic for?
“Sure, what frequency does he monitor so I grab the right stuff?”
“Shit!” Paige had forgotten she needed all that sort of stuff and she didn’t remember it off the top of her head. She did, however, have it written down! “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” Paige went back down to her room and retrieved a small laminated card from her wallet. On it were her own HAM radio callsign, as well as her grandfather’s and the frequencies he normally monitored.
There were notes next to each one. The back of the card had a particular frequency he had set aside in his scanner and on his radios. It was in a small, rarely used part of the bandwidth they had used at very low power when he was teaching her for her license. He told her if she ever needed him, he would always listen on it for her. She even wrote their unofficial callsigns down on it; Redbeard and Sprout.
Paige came back up the stairs with the card in her hand.
“Here are the frequencies he usually monitors and I especially need to be able to use the one on the back.” Paige handed Andrea the card. She looked at the frequencies on the front. They all made sense and were going to be simple. She flipped the card over and was a little perplexed with the frequency there.
“Good. Now I know the gear to grab for the frequencies. I’d stay and ask more questions, but I got to motor!” Andrea bounced down the stairs to the door, a whirlwind of movement, just like every morning she was running late.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
On the drive to work, she talked herself into and out of her plan a half a dozen times. Sabine arrived at work early. She started tidying up stuff, mainly killing time as she kept rethinking her decision. She was trying to find a way to calm her mind back down and put things back into their box in her head. She had been slipping far too often lately and it scared her. She knew all the demons she had packed away. She didn’t want them getting out. They could poison everything she had regained and was building here, rebuilding in herself.
She checked medication expiration dates and inventory sheets that hadn’t changed in the last three days. She attempted to read updates and new articles on field treatments to distract her mind but all the information just became jumbled in her mind mixing with demons she was running from. Finally, once the sun came up, she steeled up her courage and drove.
It was a small, well-built building in the middle of the older part of the town. Well over a hundred years old, it was full of purpose and stability. Maybe Sabine could borrow some of it for herself she thought as she knocked on the massive timber door.
An older gentleman with iron grey hair and beard opened the door.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
“Do you have an open schedule today?”
He looked a little confused.
“I don’t have any appointments in my calendar until after lunch”
“Hopefully you can spare time to help me.” Sabine was wringing her hands together and had a pleading look in her eyes so powerful it was like a physical blow.
“Of course, come on in” He stepped back, opening the door wide for her.
“Hang on, we better get this started on the right foot.” She straightened her stance, holding her head and shoulders as square and tense as on a drill pad. “Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It has been far too long since my last confessional.”
The heavy oaken door closed behind her as she walked inside.
She checked medication expiration dates and inventory sheets that hadn’t changed in the last three days. She attempted to read updates and new articles on field treatments to distract her mind but all the information just became jumbled in her mind mixing with demons she was running from. Finally, once the sun came up, she steeled up her courage and drove.
It was a small, well-built building in the middle of the older part of the town. Well over a hundred years old, it was full of purpose and stability. Maybe Sabine could borrow some of it for herself she thought as she knocked on the massive timber door.
An older gentleman with iron grey hair and beard opened the door.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
“Do you have an open schedule today?”
He looked a little confused.
“I don’t have any appointments in my calendar until after lunch”
“Hopefully you can spare time to help me.” Sabine was wringing her hands together and had a pleading look in her eyes so powerful it was like a physical blow.
“Of course, come on in” He stepped back, opening the door wide for her.
“Hang on, we better get this started on the right foot.” She straightened her stance, holding her head and shoulders as square and tense as on a drill pad. “Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It has been far too long since my last confessional.”
The heavy oaken door closed behind her as she walked inside.
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Doesn't even have to be clergy; just someone the person making the confession trusts. Sometimes vocalizing or Journaling is all it takes to bring perspective & clarity.
VOE
G.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Nice, thank you.
steamroller
Contributing Member
Very good, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Andrea got home after Henrik, which was good. She needed him to help carry a couple boxes of gear into the barn. She brought home more than she needed to, but she had permission to do it, so she went whole hog.
Henrik was a much more pleasant person to be around at work. He felt he had come to a better balance point with Paige and wasn’t feeling like the continual screw up as much. He kept the crew busy resetting, cleaning and inventorying stuff. One of the tasks he set for himself was rummaging through all the stuff slated to be turned in. He anticipated replacement gear would be more difficult to get so they needed to find ways to stretch what they had longer. A great example of what he was seeking was a pile of medic aid bags. They were being turned in for blown out zippers because it was almost as cheap to order new ones as it was to get the zippers replaced. He knew that option was probably going to dry up. Time to save the spares and learn to rework them. Tasks like this occupied most of his day. He was tired, but in a good way when he got home. He was a little surprised both he and Andrea were here before Sabine. She normally beat them home.
Henrik was a much more pleasant person to be around at work. He felt he had come to a better balance point with Paige and wasn’t feeling like the continual screw up as much. He kept the crew busy resetting, cleaning and inventorying stuff. One of the tasks he set for himself was rummaging through all the stuff slated to be turned in. He anticipated replacement gear would be more difficult to get so they needed to find ways to stretch what they had longer. A great example of what he was seeking was a pile of medic aid bags. They were being turned in for blown out zippers because it was almost as cheap to order new ones as it was to get the zippers replaced. He knew that option was probably going to dry up. Time to save the spares and learn to rework them. Tasks like this occupied most of his day. He was tired, but in a good way when he got home. He was a little surprised both he and Andrea were here before Sabine. She normally beat them home.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Sabine spent the day at the church. Once the priest realized the enormity of what she was talking about and the complexity of the story, he canceled his other appointment for the day. She laid out everything; her background, her years of abuse, the events leading to her arrest and trial, the other indictments and trials, her entering witness protection, the whole thing.
This was new territory for the priest. There were moral, legal and religious issues throughout. He helped walk her through the religious aspects since she had already been through the legal issues. The moral aspects were appalling, but she was the victim and he would help as much as he could.
They ate a simple lunch in the church courtyard. As they talked, Sabine seemed to relax into the conversation some. She was releasing something she couldn’t talk about with anyone. He helped remind her she helped put some horrible people away and stopped the monster who was responsible for so much of her pain.
When Sabine and the Priest were talked out, she thanked him for listening to her long sad tale. He blessed her St Joan of Arc medallion and promised to be of any help he could.
Sabine was much calmer when she was driving home. She was worn out. She hadn’t talked this much about herself, her real self, in years. She pulled up a music file on her phone she hadn’t listened to in far too long. It was a classical guitar piece she used to listen to. A lifetime ago she had gotten almost good enough to play it. To play music well it had to come from the heart. She was finally in a place where she could almost hear the strings again. Her friends were safe, her demons were exercised and put back in their box, and things were looking up in spite of the recent events.
This was new territory for the priest. There were moral, legal and religious issues throughout. He helped walk her through the religious aspects since she had already been through the legal issues. The moral aspects were appalling, but she was the victim and he would help as much as he could.
They ate a simple lunch in the church courtyard. As they talked, Sabine seemed to relax into the conversation some. She was releasing something she couldn’t talk about with anyone. He helped remind her she helped put some horrible people away and stopped the monster who was responsible for so much of her pain.
When Sabine and the Priest were talked out, she thanked him for listening to her long sad tale. He blessed her St Joan of Arc medallion and promised to be of any help he could.
Sabine was much calmer when she was driving home. She was worn out. She hadn’t talked this much about herself, her real self, in years. She pulled up a music file on her phone she hadn’t listened to in far too long. It was a classical guitar piece she used to listen to. A lifetime ago she had gotten almost good enough to play it. To play music well it had to come from the heart. She was finally in a place where she could almost hear the strings again. Her friends were safe, her demons were exercised and put back in their box, and things were looking up in spite of the recent events.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Paige and Henrik ate dinner and went to the bedroom to relax and give Andrea some space. Andrea was worried for Sabine. She hadn’t been able to get hold of her all day. This wasn’t like her and after the events in the middle of the night and now her being out of touch, Andrea was starting to wig out a bit.
She got a text message from Sabine about dinnertime saying she would be home soon. Andrea immediately tried to call her but got no answer. This made the hairs on the back of her head stand up.
Finally she heard Sabine’s SUV in the driveway. She expected Sabine inside any minute so she waited….and waited….and waited. Finally she could take it no more. She went outside. It was a cold crisp night. The stars were out in force, coloring the night sky. Andrea went to Sabine’s SUV. It was empty. Now she was puzzled. She started for the barn, but got distracted by sounds in the backyard. Andrea followed the path into the backyard, where she found Sabine next to the fire pit.
Sabine had a small stack of wood ablaze in the pit. She must have heard Andrea walking on the trail.
“Come on over and sit with me. I brought dinner.”
Andrea was still confused, but get closer she did. In front of Sabine was a flat rock with stuff laid out on it. She couldn’t see too well what it was since the fire wasn’t large. Next to it was a cushion off one of the lounge chairs stored in the garage. Sabine was sitting on one end of it, facing the fire. She motioned Andrea to sit next to her.
Andrea sat down next to her, the look of confusion on her face still. She was looking at Sabine in the firelight. Somehow something was different, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
Sabine was fiddling with the stuff on the rock. She had two long skewers and was putting something on them. They were lobster tails. Sabine slathered the meat with butter and jabbed the back end of the skewers into the dirt, suspending the tails at just the right height above the fire. While they cooked Sabine was spreading something on two rolls just the right size for the lobster meat.
Andrea wanted to say something, but something inside her held her back.
Sabine checked the lobster meat, it cooked quickly. She didn’t want it too done, it got rubbery if it did. She deftly slid the meat from the shell onto the roll and handed one to Andrea. They sat quietly next to one another, eating the rolls and staring into the fire. Finally Sabine spoke again.
“I used to do this as a kid growing up. I and my brother would go down to the rocky shore next to the house, light a fire and eat these, or the local clams we would dig up and look out over the ocean.” Her voice was husky with emotion.
Andrea was confused. Sabine was from Oklahoma.
“Ocean? In Oklahoma? I didn’t know you had a brother?”
Her answer was barely audible through the sobs.
“I know you didn’t!” The rest was tears and sobbing. The two of them held each other there by the fire long into the night. There were no more words, just tears, the fire and the stars.
She got a text message from Sabine about dinnertime saying she would be home soon. Andrea immediately tried to call her but got no answer. This made the hairs on the back of her head stand up.
Finally she heard Sabine’s SUV in the driveway. She expected Sabine inside any minute so she waited….and waited….and waited. Finally she could take it no more. She went outside. It was a cold crisp night. The stars were out in force, coloring the night sky. Andrea went to Sabine’s SUV. It was empty. Now she was puzzled. She started for the barn, but got distracted by sounds in the backyard. Andrea followed the path into the backyard, where she found Sabine next to the fire pit.
Sabine had a small stack of wood ablaze in the pit. She must have heard Andrea walking on the trail.
“Come on over and sit with me. I brought dinner.”
Andrea was still confused, but get closer she did. In front of Sabine was a flat rock with stuff laid out on it. She couldn’t see too well what it was since the fire wasn’t large. Next to it was a cushion off one of the lounge chairs stored in the garage. Sabine was sitting on one end of it, facing the fire. She motioned Andrea to sit next to her.
Andrea sat down next to her, the look of confusion on her face still. She was looking at Sabine in the firelight. Somehow something was different, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
Sabine was fiddling with the stuff on the rock. She had two long skewers and was putting something on them. They were lobster tails. Sabine slathered the meat with butter and jabbed the back end of the skewers into the dirt, suspending the tails at just the right height above the fire. While they cooked Sabine was spreading something on two rolls just the right size for the lobster meat.
Andrea wanted to say something, but something inside her held her back.
Sabine checked the lobster meat, it cooked quickly. She didn’t want it too done, it got rubbery if it did. She deftly slid the meat from the shell onto the roll and handed one to Andrea. They sat quietly next to one another, eating the rolls and staring into the fire. Finally Sabine spoke again.
“I used to do this as a kid growing up. I and my brother would go down to the rocky shore next to the house, light a fire and eat these, or the local clams we would dig up and look out over the ocean.” Her voice was husky with emotion.
Andrea was confused. Sabine was from Oklahoma.
“Ocean? In Oklahoma? I didn’t know you had a brother?”
Her answer was barely audible through the sobs.
“I know you didn’t!” The rest was tears and sobbing. The two of them held each other there by the fire long into the night. There were no more words, just tears, the fire and the stars.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
ted
Veteran Member
For me, the problem is finding someone I can trust, someone that understands, and someone that is not part of the problem.
Vulture45-70
Veteran Member
All has to come together soon. Going to be like a good ole homecoming. Good Story. Looking for Moar
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The next morning was fairly quiet as everyone got ready for work except Paige. Once everyone was out of the house, she sat down with a pot of coffee and a big pad of paper for laying out her thoughts. She was trying to work on the project she had just started with the guys in the shop when Frickel made his appearance and she lost a couple of weeks.
The Marines as a whole were starting to look at suppressors for all the infantry guys. The Special Operations guys had been working with them for years. There were two main trains of thought on how to accomplish this. The first was attaching separate suppressors to the end of the existing carbines, which was cheaper and easier to service, but much harder to keep track of and makes the weapon longer. The second was integrating them into the barrel assembly of the carbine. This would eliminate a separate, lose-able piece and keep the overall length down, but it also locked things into one design and made servicing harder. The guys coming in for the now canceled class brought several examples and samples of what was being considered for her to help evaluate. They were great on the end-user part, but they wanted her technical expertise on the other aspects. With the large number of test samples, the plan was to run one iteration with one style, then switch to another for the next and so on and so forth to compile a decent amount of data before somebody just jumped to a decision because they liked the sparkly one.
Being highly controlled government weapons, she couldn’t bring them home to work on here, but she could work with pictures, schematics and other things. This afternoon she planned to go out to her workbench in the barn to try some other ideas. She was going stir crazy here at the house. She knew she had to take it easy, but she had to do something. Besides, if she doesn’t hurt too badly at the end of the day, she can use it as a lever to convince Sabine to clear her to return to light duty. She could do the same things at work and be more productive.
The Marines as a whole were starting to look at suppressors for all the infantry guys. The Special Operations guys had been working with them for years. There were two main trains of thought on how to accomplish this. The first was attaching separate suppressors to the end of the existing carbines, which was cheaper and easier to service, but much harder to keep track of and makes the weapon longer. The second was integrating them into the barrel assembly of the carbine. This would eliminate a separate, lose-able piece and keep the overall length down, but it also locked things into one design and made servicing harder. The guys coming in for the now canceled class brought several examples and samples of what was being considered for her to help evaluate. They were great on the end-user part, but they wanted her technical expertise on the other aspects. With the large number of test samples, the plan was to run one iteration with one style, then switch to another for the next and so on and so forth to compile a decent amount of data before somebody just jumped to a decision because they liked the sparkly one.
Being highly controlled government weapons, she couldn’t bring them home to work on here, but she could work with pictures, schematics and other things. This afternoon she planned to go out to her workbench in the barn to try some other ideas. She was going stir crazy here at the house. She knew she had to take it easy, but she had to do something. Besides, if she doesn’t hurt too badly at the end of the day, she can use it as a lever to convince Sabine to clear her to return to light duty. She could do the same things at work and be more productive.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Sabine and Andrea rode in to work together. Sabine was supposed to show Andrea around her new unit today. Andrea would still have to continue the overall reset work she started at the main communications shop, but she now answered to a new boss and would start transitioning to the communications mission within the Special Operations compound.
The drive in was quiet for the most part. At one point, Andrea had to ask one question.
“Will I ever get to meet your brother? You seemed to care about him a lot.”
Sabine’s face went rigid. She paused for a few moments before answering Andrea.
“He was my older brother. We did a lot of things together growing up. I’d love for you to be able to meet him, but you can’t. He died during my first year in the Navy. I miss him a lot and wish he was around to…” her words trailed off. After a few quiet moments, she continued. “Maybe we can talk about him some other time. I have to drive and I…..That’s another life I need to keep locked away for now. Maybe a little later, when things calm down, OK?”
Andrea could see how much this was hurting Sabine. She reached out and put her hand over Sabine’s on the gearshift, giving it a little squeeze.
“Whenever you need to talk about it, whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
“I know. You don’t know how much that means to me. You really don’t.”
The rest of the drive was quiet, their two hands together.
The drive in was quiet for the most part. At one point, Andrea had to ask one question.
“Will I ever get to meet your brother? You seemed to care about him a lot.”
Sabine’s face went rigid. She paused for a few moments before answering Andrea.
“He was my older brother. We did a lot of things together growing up. I’d love for you to be able to meet him, but you can’t. He died during my first year in the Navy. I miss him a lot and wish he was around to…” her words trailed off. After a few quiet moments, she continued. “Maybe we can talk about him some other time. I have to drive and I…..That’s another life I need to keep locked away for now. Maybe a little later, when things calm down, OK?”
Andrea could see how much this was hurting Sabine. She reached out and put her hand over Sabine’s on the gearshift, giving it a little squeeze.
“Whenever you need to talk about it, whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
“I know. You don’t know how much that means to me. You really don’t.”
The rest of the drive was quiet, their two hands together.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thanks.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
The 'not part of the problem' thing can be extremely challenging. Well actually the first two can be real stumbling blocks too. I guess that's why some of us walk around w/ frowns of concentration on our faces; trying to deal w/ those points while noodling through the issue on our own.
I need a coffee.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The next few days at work were busy but not hectic. While everyone was at work, Paige worked on small projects at the house including clearing a space and setting up a table and some power for Andrea to set up her radios this weekend. Paige needed to contact her grandfather but all the phone lines to there were still out. She knew he would be OK, he was easily twenty miles from the coast, but she worried about him just the same.
As Andrea and Sabine were walking out the door at the end of the day, they were stopped by the Sergeant Major. He stopped them and briefly looked around conspiratorially after the few general pleasantries and asking Andrea how she was adjusting to the new job. He lowered his voice.
“You guys around this weekend? We need to talk.”
Andrea piped up first.
“Sure, you need us, we are there.” While Andrea replied, Sabine was looking at him with a serious amount of concern.
“We can be wherever you need us, Sergeant Major.”
“I’ll see you guys at your place tomorrow, around noonish, OK?”
They both nodded. His voice went back up to its usual volume and timbre.
“OK, you guys have fun this weekend and get out of here! No reason for you two to be staying late.”
Both were a bit puzzled by the whole exchange but knew more would be explained tomorrow. It wasn’t something they could find out more about now.
Andrea and Sabine enjoyed the drive to the house together. Since they both worked in the compound now, it made more sense to carpool as much as possible. Henrik was still doing reset duties for now in the main schoolhouse so he was still driving in separately.
As Andrea and Sabine were walking out the door at the end of the day, they were stopped by the Sergeant Major. He stopped them and briefly looked around conspiratorially after the few general pleasantries and asking Andrea how she was adjusting to the new job. He lowered his voice.
“You guys around this weekend? We need to talk.”
Andrea piped up first.
“Sure, you need us, we are there.” While Andrea replied, Sabine was looking at him with a serious amount of concern.
“We can be wherever you need us, Sergeant Major.”
“I’ll see you guys at your place tomorrow, around noonish, OK?”
They both nodded. His voice went back up to its usual volume and timbre.
“OK, you guys have fun this weekend and get out of here! No reason for you two to be staying late.”
Both were a bit puzzled by the whole exchange but knew more would be explained tomorrow. It wasn’t something they could find out more about now.
Andrea and Sabine enjoyed the drive to the house together. Since they both worked in the compound now, it made more sense to carpool as much as possible. Henrik was still doing reset duties for now in the main schoolhouse so he was still driving in separately.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Henrik had established a pattern for his day. He would get the rest of the crew working at cleaning and inventorying, then he would seek out the ways they could stretch things, re-purpose things, and mostly try and find the things others weren’t thinking of or remembering was around.
One afternoon he found an entire container of winter snow sleds. They were mostly canvas and wood, and heavy. He had played with them when he bought a surplus one himself when he first got there. He added these to his list of things to keep and refurbish. They would still work and represented older technology troops may end up coming in contact downrange.
He kept telling his younger troops to make notes when they inventory about condition of items. Taking five kind of functioning items and making three really good ones and having two stripped of all usable parts to keep the three going would be the new norm. Any item deemed unserviceable was to be reevaluated for any other purpose. If it still came up short, it was to be stripped of any and every possible piece usable for spares or elsewhere.
This process was going on all over the base. The temporary commander was of the philosophy they should do as much as they can now, before more manpower vanishes. Everyone was expecting the students stuck here when the classes were canceled to be ordered home any day now. The only reason people could figure it hasn’t already happened is the complete lack of airlift.
Henrik was tired, but in a good way when he left the base headed for home. He and Paige had some garage sale and pawn shopping planned for the weekend. It would be good for them to get out of the house and do some normal things for a change.
One afternoon he found an entire container of winter snow sleds. They were mostly canvas and wood, and heavy. He had played with them when he bought a surplus one himself when he first got there. He added these to his list of things to keep and refurbish. They would still work and represented older technology troops may end up coming in contact downrange.
He kept telling his younger troops to make notes when they inventory about condition of items. Taking five kind of functioning items and making three really good ones and having two stripped of all usable parts to keep the three going would be the new norm. Any item deemed unserviceable was to be reevaluated for any other purpose. If it still came up short, it was to be stripped of any and every possible piece usable for spares or elsewhere.
This process was going on all over the base. The temporary commander was of the philosophy they should do as much as they can now, before more manpower vanishes. Everyone was expecting the students stuck here when the classes were canceled to be ordered home any day now. The only reason people could figure it hasn’t already happened is the complete lack of airlift.
Henrik was tired, but in a good way when he left the base headed for home. He and Paige had some garage sale and pawn shopping planned for the weekend. It would be good for them to get out of the house and do some normal things for a change.