Approximately 99 people answer the call to duty +1 who leaves her teacakes behind. After a long security clearance and waiting in line for chemical burn make-up, I am handed my "acting" instruction card for the day. Reads too good to be true.
|Early a.m. check-in|
You are screaming in pain, hysterical. Hot and shallow breathing.
At the Hospital
Conscious, semi-conscious, fading in and out. Rapid, shallow breaths and fainting. Thirsty.
Actually, the Hospital description sounds like me most of the time. I keep a fainting couch and hoard tea for just these reasons. Our own event commander tells us the general scenario.
|Distance capture of the rubble staging area, Volk Field.|
|Blood and dirt effects.|
"I'm so very thirsty, I need tea," I moan with some realism. Really, Method Acting is so easy to do when you have a huge store of Reality banked up to draw from.
"We'll help you ma'am, just hang in there ma'am," as they haul me up on a gurney, stripped off my clothes and rolled me into a warm shower.
|These dummies are not so lucky. But they don't require tea.|
|Can't tell what he's supposed to be doing.|
|Old cargo plane.|
|Heat and shade on the tarmac. De-con showers ahead.|
|Overheated people awaiting the staging ground in the distance.|
|Top: staging at Volk Field. Bottom: Branch Davidian comp., Waco, TX|
|Air National Guard|
|Hiding in the bunkers.|
Oddly enough, nobody searches our building, even though we are in one of the first and most accessible buildings. I find a chair and hide behind an open door. Several other civilians outside do a good job distracting the soldiers which allowed others to remain unseen.
After an hour in that sweltering building, I am about to die of heat stroke. At this point I'm done with the idea of getting carried out. Walking quickly to get to the water and subsequent ice bath is more on my mind. Finally a group of three soldiers plus the unit Commander searches the building.
"Is the building clear?" he asks.
"It's clear, sir."
"I am assured there one more person in the building!"
Still nobody saw the old lady in a chair and straw hat behind the door.
"I'm thirsty..." So much for religious resistance, a bit too much hardship and I break down for tea. People can be glad I'm not the one defending the country.
For a half a minute anyway. Or, at least until I see my fermentation crocks. I still need a hobby.