Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история

Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история
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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Crenshaw Keeps at it

Crenshaw was deep in thought. According to these reports we are easily picking up their radar signals and they are primitive. Then why can we not deflect those missiles? Smith reports here that they are obviously using old 1945 German technology. We pickup the signals and match them with the jammer signal and yet nothing happens the missiles keep coming. Why are the jamming techniques not working? What have they done to change the signals?

He gets up and walks around his cluttered desk and writes something on the wall behind the map that is hanging precariously from a couple of nails. The map is actually his real job. He is supposed to be keeping track of all the Red Army squadrons and their locations. All he has to do is read the intelligence reports and place pins into the map with little flags on them. Any mindless monkey could do that. His consuming passion was what was behind the map.
The Soviet ground control is trying to paint our bombers from the ground but all of our technicians are sure that the signal is jammed almost immediately yet the dang missiles keep coming. Like a moth drawn to a flame or a falcon closing in on an unsuspecting duck. What are they using to control those missiles from the ground? I have to write that down.

Something about those missile reports had briefly jogged his memory but then he lost it when he started to cough. Too many cigarettes he guessed. I have to cut back. If I think about it too much it will never come. But how do you do that…count sheep? No that was to go to sleep. He was so engrossed in though that he failed to realize it was well past quitting time when the guard knocked on the door and asked if everything was alright.

Damn it was almost there again. If this buffoon that not interrupted my chain of thought…”yes everything is just fine Chuck. Just contemplating my navel, I’ll be out of here and upstairs in no time. I’ll see you up there.”

Damn what was it? Radar that shouldn’t work but yet is working…or is it?

Could the jammers be jammed? No that’s ridiculous. Some kind of optical system? But how would they fit it in and get a signal back to the operator? One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… Time to go home. Wait what if they were using…

The phone stated to ring. “Hello Crenshaw here. Yes sir I’ll have the map updated by 1000 hours. Don’t worry sir it will be done. Yes sir good night sir”.

He hangs up and drops back in this chair racked by a coughing fit. As he slowly recovers all he can think about is the deep down pain in his chest. I better get this checked out. It could be pneumonia or bronchitis and I’m sure these Luckys aren’t helping. Maybe I should try and quite again. Yeah right maybe I should forget to breath again. Now where was I…something about radar or was it wire guided…damn time to call it a day.

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