I can't quote any source, but the refinery in Ponca city was supposed to be a target as it was one of the largest in the country in the day.
Not so anymore.
I was stationed at Ft Leavenworth at the end of my tour.
As the home of the Command and General Staff College, with aprox 1/4 of all field grade officers in school at the time it was supposed to be a target......
All of that being said.....where in the hell did the source of these targets come from??
Anybody got a link of these supposed targets we are discussing???
Not so anymore.
I was stationed at Ft Leavenworth at the end of my tour.
As the home of the Command and General Staff College, with aprox 1/4 of all field grade officers in school at the time it was supposed to be a target......
All of that being said.....where in the hell did the source of these targets come from??
Anybody got a link of these supposed targets we are discussing???
I've seen some from unreliable sources from time to time, but my targets are logical.
Being nuked by any current superpower = unlikely
Islamic militants within our own military shooting up a military base or worse
very likely.
Islamic militants within our own military shooting up a military base or worse
very likely.
What did I do to prepare?
Well,
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Well,
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
That and Civil Unrest ......
I don't put much faith in the "Target Zones" lists that people put out. Apart from natural disasters, and you are silly to not prepare for those, who can guess what targets would be there for domestic terrorism? How many people would have expected the Murrah Building?
Just give me some T.P. and a bottle of whiskey. ill figgure out the rest as i go
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