Excerpt from The Adventures of Charlie and Kaylee
Back at camp Todd and Sam were trying to arrange the medium rocks to form a fireplace when the girls arrived.
“Did ya’ collect forty like the book said? Ya’ wanna’ make sure that you’re on firm ground, remember. Did ya’ line the bottom with small flat stones so that it’s twenty inches in diameter? And is the back of the fireplace thirty-six inches? Don’t forget your fire dog. You know…the one that the book says needs to be a rock about the size and shape of a loaf of bread. It has to be placed to the side so that the firewood leans against it. This is an important feature and it’s the secret to a good and constant hot fire in any situation,” Charlie’s demands and questions flew from his mouth like wildfire.
Amber groaned, rolling her eyes, but said nothing.
“Ya’ see, if ya’ read the book there are three rules that say we need several stages of kindling from the first tinder to when we’re adding to the fire, it’s important that the kindling be no more than three times the width from the previous piece. The second rule is to gather three times more firewood before you even think about lighting up. Three parts air to one part wood is the third rule for an efficient, smoke-free fire. We’ve got to keep the fire loose and always lean the wood against the fire dog,” Charlie recited word for word.
“Oh, geez,” Amber grumbled. “What about maintaining the fire, Mr. Survival Handbook?”
Charlie was irked. “The book says that one person has to be awake for - at the most - four hours, and they’ve got to make sure that the fire doesn’t go out just in case an aircraft passes by. That way you can quickly light the smoke signals and let them know that rescuing is needed. Well…some of us would need rescuing.” Charlie raised his chin in the air. “I would just do the ground-air emergency code for “bring me water, food, a rifle, some bullets and the location of how to get to me.”
“Which symbols are those?” Sam teased.
“Well, as a matter of fact, food and water is a capital ‘F’ and rifle and ammo is...
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I Am Who I Am excerpt
The motion detector alarm blared waking both up at six am. She went to the surveillance system and saw two crates had washed ashore, “It looks like I need to deal with some crates would you like to come?”
Nick replied, “Sure why not. How far is it?”
She answered, “They landed on the north side. Never really thought about it, it won’t take long.”
Nick hesitated, “Oh okay, if you say so.”
She said, “Come here and we’ll get going.”
Nick did as he was told.
She said, “Now hold my hand and look at the screen with the two crates and visualize yourself there.”
Nick thought She was full of crap, so he never tried.
She felt the drag of negativity making it take a little longer to teleport.
Nick thought he had his eyes open but when he opened them they were on the beach.
She let go and started opening the crates that contained one female and one male mule deer, “This reminds me of the time when I came up with Operation Mincemeat through Ewen Montaque. He was a young lieutenant commander in the Admiralty’s Naval Intelligence Division at the time. I was his assistant back in World War two when the next city to be fought over was Sicily. Winston Churchill declared anybody but a dam fool would know it was Sicily.
We needed a diversion and that’s when we created Major William Martin.
By the beginning of 1943 the Allies were in command of the whole of North African coast and ready to strike what Churchill called the soft under belly of Europe.
It was clear to the Germans that Allied armies in Africa were bound to be used in the Mediterranean, possibly to invade Italy or South of France, or to land in Greece. We began a discreet search for a body and found a young man who had died of pneumonia. We promised his relatives to have a proper burial for him but under a different name.
Now the plan was intricate, we had to make the Germans believe that the letters were real and he could’ve died from exposure to the ocean. We named him Major William Martin, Royal Marines on the staff of Lord Louis Mountbatten, Chief of Combined Operations.
Our security leak had to come from someone at the highest level. We persuaded General Sir Archibald Nye, Vice Chief of the Imperial General Staff to write a personal letter to General Alexander who commanded the army group in Tunisia, making it clear that an army under Field Marshall Sir Henry Wilson was to land in Greece. Operation Brimbstone was to be launched in the Western Mediterranean but not against Sicily.
Our decoy needed a personal message from Lord Mountbatten to Admiral of the Fleet Sir Cunningham so that it would show the need to fly to North Africa. We decided that Martin should be acting as a courier and he was to be an expert in the use of landing craft on his way to the Mediterranean to advise on training for a sea borne operation.
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