Monday, December 04, 2006

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December 4th, 2006

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Alternate Historian's Note: Home, sweet home. We're back from Wordpress, and everything is running fine again. We are going to keep the Wordpress site as a backup, though, so if you see no update here, check there for word of what's going on. This month, we are continuing our NaNoWriMo novel, and our Guest Historians will be appearing, as well. Stephen Payne will be our main contributor. If you would also like your work to appear here, email us and let us read it.

in 0, Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani plans his next move following his arrival in the town of Bayt La (Bethlehem) via the Hussein-Saddat time dilation device. The difficulties with traveling back twenty-one centuries to achieve a breakthrough in the pre-jihad era are becoming increasingly apparent. Trouble is Christian prehistory is poorly documented. How can the Mullah be sure precisely what to change to cancel Christmas for good? -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1872, at 1 pm, John Johnson is at the wheel of the Dei Gratia and sights a listing vessel five miles off the port bow. He calls second mate John Wright and they both summon Captain Morehouse, who decides to approach the ship. By 3 pm the Dei Gratia is 400 yards from what they can see is a deserted ship. Taking the lifeboat, Deveau, Wright and Johnson row to the deserted ship where Deveau and Wright haul themselves aboard. The ship is completely empty. Captain Morehouse considers his next move; this is not at all what they had planned in New York City. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1941, a British Force commanded by Field Marshalls Louis Mountbatten and William Slim with Special Forces units led by Major General Ord Wingate seize French Indochina. This is a strategic blunder because the Netherlands and Portgual fear for their own south-east Asian possessions, the East Indies, Goa et al. Pushing those periphery nations into the orbit of the allied powers of France, Germany and Italy. In Madrid, Spanish President Juan Negrín López re-evaluates the threat to Spanish Morocco and warms to the idea of opening a corridor for Franco-German troops to pass through en route to Gibraltar and reinforcement of La Grande Armée Afrique. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1990, with weather reports indicating an easterly wind direction in Osirak, Israeli Prime Minister Yitshak Shamir places the call to launch the air force attack on the Extraterrestrial Technology (ET) buried in Iraq, knowing that the wind will surely carry the biological warfare agents towards Teheran. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

Waco was eerie. There were abandoned cars everywhere, and no people. Kevin looked around at the buildings they were passing, half-expecting to see zombies shambling out after them. “It's like a horror movie,” he said to Sergeant Morris.
“Don't let it get to you. I don't think they lost anybody in the evacuation, so we shouldn't see any dead people around.”
“Cuz they got eaten by the zombies.”
“Right.” They both laughed. “How are we doing on suit time?”
“We're an hour and 45 minutes down, still have an hour and 45 minutes to go.”
“All right. Where's our target?”
Kevin consulted the mission map and looked at the street they were on. “Right there. Meteorology building.”

Janice stopped to catch her breath. She was definitely going to have to start exercising more. She looked over at the last door she passed; 5th floor. She had at least 5 more to go, probably a few more. While she was sucking air, she heard a door open loudly below her, and she held her breath. As quietly as she could, she slipped up to the next door – the 6th floor entrance – and opened it carefully. She then slid through and slowly let the door close, as quietly as she could.
She was in a hallway. There were no windows, but there were several doors. She tried two that were locked before finding one that was open. It was an office, with a desk and a small library. she hid herself behind the desk and waited.

“Have I told you how much I hate PT, Sergeant?”
“Bradley, we need to get your butt into a gym.”
Kevin was having to rest again. They were only 4 floors up, and he was feeling winded. They had 2 more to go, according to the mission briefing. He probably would have been OK, except for the 30 pounds of environment suit in addition to the generator and other equipment they were carrying. “Hey, I went into computers 'cause it lets me sit down a lot.”
“You'll live longer if you get some exercise.”
“Yeah, but what if I have a heart attack while I'm working out?”
“Then you need to put me in your will for that 3 million dollars,” Morris said, slapping Kevin on the back. “C'mon, let's get movin'. Only two more floors.”
“Yes, Sergeant,” Kevin said, standing up and taking the generator's handle in both hands. “Hey, why am I on the bottom? That's where all the weight is.”
“Cuz I'm your superior,” Sergeant Morris said, a huge grin splitting his face. They hoisted the generator and moved slowly up the stairs, their flashlights playing along the walls as they walked up.

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