Chapter 1- Buckley Avenged
Capt. Stanley Judah "Ray-Ban" Rabinowicz, was walking through Colorado Springs. Again. The need for competent engineers was too high for him to really get time off. The questions were constant, "Will this building stand?" "How can we drop this building?" "What can we salvage from this?" and so many other questions. Not to mention the demolition portion of his training to clear some of the nastier areas.
Somebody, somewhere nearby, had set up an operation producing dynamite. Actual dynamite. It was a frightening thought. One mistake with the amount of nitroglycerin they had to be producing, it wouldn't be very pretty. It was a better solution considering the military had seized everything else for operations. At least better that clearing everything by hand. He just hoped that the lab, or worse, a garage operation that was producing the stuff was well away from the city.
'Oy vey, this will never ever end.' he thought to himself. His upbringing had instilled the typical complaining that was automatic. It was a stereotype and he hated playing into it, but it was almost automatic. The construction and demolition crews could spend years fixing up the city. It was nice to see everyone working as one for society, at least here, elsewhere was a different situation. People were pretty much either rebuilding or farming. A few did some other jobs, but pretty much every civilian, even some military personnel was involved. They even had the people disabled by the war and the few left from before the war working in shops salvaging stuff from debris. Everything was in such short supply that even nails were being reused.
The news about Texas was depressing, it was his home, whatever might be left of it. It had to be bad down there. He just couldn't see many of his fellow Texans taking well at all to the Soviets and Cubans taking over. He could easily imagine the guerilla war they would be fighting. He was also pretty sure his parents and his brother and sister were dead by now. All of them lived in the Houston area nevering having strayed far from home.
Walking back to base to check on the work being done there. At least he would be able to drop off his M4 and ALICE gear. It was a pain to carry around town, there weren't really any bandits that would come near, but rules were there for a reason. He'd have time to grab a sandwich, decidedly not kosher, but filling at least before continuing on to work again. He was almost there when there was a the altogether too familiar feel of a pressure wave followed by the dull 'Crump' of an explosion. Instinctively diving and rolling onto the side of the road before truly realizing what was going on.
"Fuck!" Stanley yelled. 'Not good, no scheduled demolitions for the area' he thought as he peeked up from cover to see a Humvee burning in the middle of the road. "Ah crap." pulling his M4 from it's slung position.
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