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Note to Readers: The Great Oil Crisis, as it was eventually called, should never have happened. There was no need for it, except that the people of the world (not just the United States) panicked. When people panic, their priorities change to 1) Self 2) Immediate Family/Friends 3) Community and so on. There were a few places where people didn't panic, and those places never really had to recover, rather they had to wait for everyone else to recover. The more people panicked, the worse things got
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Note to Readers: My first clear memory is from when I was two years old. Dad was the new Principal at a school in Blythe, California and mom hated it there. It was hot (over 115 degrees in the summer), it was boring (mostly a farming and agriculture community, but with a tourism element thanks to the nearby River and it's position on I-10 between Phoenix and L.A.), and I was a very bratty two-year-old baby. I'd had a hard time choosing between wanting a bottle and a sippy-cup. I actually preferr
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Note to Readers: Military life is unlike civilian life in many ways. Boot Camp, or its equivalent, is where a military force takes new recruits and transforms them into parts of the military machine. But, even as they take individuals and teach them how to act as part of a group, a unit, they never really remove the individual nature of human beings. In a parade of soldiers, you see hundreds of pieces moving together in unison, acting as a group. Follow those soldiers to their barracks and you w
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Note to Readers: I remember a song from some group about being "In the Navy". I think that song played over in my head several times during the first few days, except the word "Army" was in it. In the years that followed, academics would debate how big of a role our early induction into a military setting affected our later lives. I'm sure that this work will only engender more debates like those. I do know one thing for sure, and that is those early experiences kept me from becoming an emotiona
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Note to Readers: Do you like my new friend, Henry Jacobs? I knew him for over a 130 years before he died recently. I know that those of you going through the history databases by now already have found my name original, and his name and know much of what is in the public history about us. You will probably think that it was I who was always leading the way, but you're wrong. Henry was the true trail-blazer between us. History, and popular opinion showed me as the leader, the intellectual, and th
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Note to Readers: If you aren't familiar with early twenty-first century (old calendar) terminology, technology, political geography or phraseology, go read Age of Confusion by Barbara Stanstil. I won't bother helping you translate (being curmudgeonly is the benefit of the extremely old). It all began on a dark and stormy night. Okay, not really. Actually the sun was shining; it was a nice, warm, and very pleasant day in central California. It was recess time at El Vista Elementary School, an
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The signs were all there, really, and history has shown just how clear they were. Henry Jacobs died yesterday. No one told me he died; no one has yet to bring me the sad news. My nurse probably fears to do so, thinking it will send me into my own death. What my nurse doesn't know is that long before her Great-Great-Grandmother was born, I could always feel Henry's heart beat, and that no matter where he was when he died, I would have known the instant it happened, just as I did last night a
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Told from the perspective of 140 year-old Dylan, this is the story of how the world was changed by the world-shattering events of the early 21st Century. When 12-year old Dylan Thomas met 12-year old Henry Jacobs on the playground of their elementary school, neither had any idea of the road they would walk together, nor how their friendship would forever change the world around them. This story features the best and the worst of humanity, and is not for the young, or weak of heart. Be sure if you’re underage you have parental approval to read this story, and that you won’t break any of your local laws by doing so.
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Sequel to Dreams of Humanity, the story picks up a handful of years after and focuses on Garret Atrix's search for his son and nephew.
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"We're here, on the USS Long Beach, currently twenty-five miles from the Norfolk Naval Base." Barbara Walters was saying to the camera while I tried not to fidget in my seat. "The crew of this celebrated ship is preparing it for tomorrow's return home, painting and polishing as much as possible before making its triumphant return to the United States. I'm here tonight, for this special live broadcast, with the ship's current commanding officer, Lieutenant Commander David R. Jones. David, it's go
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Trying to keep that damn reporter from cornering me was becoming a challenge. I'd gone to the wardroom to get a cup of coffee before going on watch and she was there along with her cameraman. She'd interviewed nearly everyone on ship, and from what I was being told had asked too many questions about me. It figured, since she'd interviewed me before, that first time the school board had tried to kick Brian and me out of school, but this was just ridiculous. Forget all the time travel crap, I was
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October 25, 1988 I've been keeping this diary ever since Davey and I first made that trip to Washington. Ever since the government found out about him, I always thought he'd somehow get dragged away from me, so I decided to start keeping a diary so that I could have something to remember him, and remember us. Now, I don't know. I got called into the Admiral's office this morning. He's a good man, and hasn't shown the least bit of prejudice against me because I'm a guy and gay. It's pretty cool
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"No, we don't want to engage the first wave that way." I asserted to Senior Chief Lofton and the senior petty officers manning the primary air defense consoles. We were running yet another simulation while the Task Force finished the underway replenishment. Our conventionally-powered escorts were taking on fresh fuel and all the ships were taking on fresh food, even though we'd only been underway for a little over a day. Most ships ran out of fresh milk after seven days at sea, and vegetables so
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The next morning, Brian woke me up early for a run. I had to laugh when I saw him dressed in a tight pair of black spandex shorts and tight t-shirt. He looked damn sexy, but I was laughing because I'd forgotten that fashion trend of the late eighties. Thank God we both had bodies that could show off the fashion trend well. After our run, we went for a swim in the lagoon's swimming area. Then, back to the apartment for lunch, and another session of lovemaking. I wanted so badly to just stay in t
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The Long Beach pulled into the dry dock smoothly, and I stood watching in amazement as water was pumped out, leaving the huge cruiser resting on supports, with her underside touching air for the first time in years. From my vantage point on the O-3 level forward I watched the gangplank being lowered into place once the ship was stabilized and looked for the blond-haired figure that I knew was waiting to cross. I still couldn't see him, and I was almost antsy with anticipation of the longed-for r
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"That's it!" The crewman manning one of the radar consoles shouted with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Last friendly is out of the way." "55-Bravo's, lock on to air targets and engage!" Captain Pollock nearly shouted. "Fire at will!" I knew that six decks above, and three hundred feet forward, two of the large missile directors were swinging to starboard and sending out waves of radar signals. Eight decks above them, two more were doing the same thing. Thanks to the extra height of those t
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"This is Bernie Shaw reporting from the deck of the U.S.S. America." The familiar face and voice was on the television in my cabin. Captain O'Shane was allowing the crew to see the live satellite broadcast each night in order to try to keep morale up. At this moment in time, every bit of morale was important. Behind Bernie I could see two surviving F-18's being moved onto the ship's forward catapult for the morning CAP flight. "It's one week into what is being called Operation Desert Fury and t
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By the second week of January, 1988, I was almost totally exhausted. For nearly four years I had been giving the government everything I knew about the future life I'd lived, and while I had thought all the changes over the years would have negated my value, my value was steadily increasing to the government. Alexei Shevrenadze was the reason for that increased value. While his father was the Premier of the Soviet Union, it was Alexei who actually ran most of their foreign policy. His position
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"Remind me again why we decided to wait until we were eighteen?" Brian sighed as we wiped his juices off of my lower back and pulled his softening cock out from between my butt cheeks where he'd carefully placed it earlier, doing his best to resist the urge to go all the way. Over the past few years we'd come close several times to breaking our self-made promise. So far, we'd kept it though. "Let's see, someone went to that MCC service downtown and said they wanted to have a religious ceremony
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"I must tell you, these boys were nothing like I expected." Barbara Walters told her co-host on the show when the interview was broadcast. We had all been pleasantly surprised at how long the broadcast was; one of the few pleasant surprises during January. "Really, why?" He asked in a pleasant grin. "Well, from everything we'd seen up to this point, both had appeared to be very mature, very sure of themselves, and they were definitely that." She answered with a grin. "Yet, there was so much mo
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Brandon, his parents, Sean, and Trevor all arrived about fifteen minutes after Castillo's announcement of the vandalism at our homes. Dad B was somewhere in the police station talking with an officer about that with Castillo in tow. Brian and I excused ourselves from the group almost immediately and took Sean with us. He was looking a little confused, but listened to us closely. "Sean, we need some help with stuff from now on and we think you're the guy to help out." Brian started off quickly o
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There was a New Year's Eve party that night at the ranch and Brian and I were invited but not really expected to join. That was a good thing, because we didn't move from the bed at all that night. Unlike the previous two nights, we were lying in the middle of the bed, wrapped around, under, and over each other in a tight embrace. We'd made love that first time fast and with a passion that burned strong in both of us. After we'd both experienced our orgasms, we'd lain in each other's arms, just
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At mom's funeral in the previous timeline, I sat between Nanny and Jenny and all of us were overwhelmed by tears of grief as we stared at mom's pale pink casket. At the funeral in this timeline, I sat with Brian on my right, Mrs. Reagan on my left, and President Reagan on Brian's other side. Before, Mom's funeral had been a chance for what remained of our family to come together and grieve as one. It hadn't been big, but over a hundred people had come to pay their respects, old high school fri
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"Look, we must take Mr. Jones out of that public school and put him in a private school where we can properly secure him." John Pointdexter's voice was strident over the phone. It was a conference call on Sunday night, after preachers all across the nation had called for a holy war by Christians on the evils and perversions in American society. Brian and my names had been mentioned several times by a good portion of them as symbols of the 'perversions of our youth' by an evil cabal working to de
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There was nothing like a pissed off Master Chief to work miracles, I reflected as I watched Sean climb down from the back seat of an F-14, talking excitedly with the pilot. In the last few months, Sean had shot up two inches and now stood at five-seven, and the pudginess of the summer was long gone as evidenced by the tight flight suit he wore. "Get them loaded into the van when they're changed." Master Chief Cole said as he walked away from the flight line, his khakis crisp in the light mornin
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