​Rams Mascot was old school. You don’t see many of his kind around LA today, probably because the old school was torn down a good many years ago. It’s site is now occupied by Rams Stadium
 
Most NFL Mascots look similar whether they want to or not. It is hard to say why--for they model their exteriors to appeal to Football Fans, some aviators like Seahawks, Cardinals, Falcons, Ravens, Eagles or some iconic ground tough guys like Bears, Lions, Broncos, Colts, Buffalos, Panthers--but they all turn out looking like Mascots, as definitely Typed like Cartoon Heroes or the like.
 
But Rams Mascot was the exception. He did not look like a Typical Mascot and certainly didn’t act like one. And only in one corner of the NFL could he have been identified as a member of the entertainment world.
 
Even there the first guess would have been that he was a kind of Hollywood Extra, or a bit player who specialized in public relations. But a Mascot he was: he had collaborated in decades of Football Fanfare, pumping the crowd up every Home Game, and doing important work in the community.
 
A Mascot? He had a Exclusive working spot inside Rams Stadium; he had pencils, paper, a secretary, paper clips, a pad for office memoranda. And he sat on a King’s Throne, his eyes bloodshot from Bourbon taking in all the NFL news, every morning on Twitter.
 
'I got to get to work making this New Planet in shape to house Rams Games,' he told reporters over the radio transmission intercom. 'I got to get to work.'
 
Rams Mascot, whose life experience is told in much of the book took a break from working at Rams Stadium to speak with reporters over the telephone.
How did Soldier Sam begin the first part of the story?
"If Given Enough Time" started with a meeting between us in the future introducing the real people we had spent time with like my sisters.my battle buddies, his love interest. The story was far from developed. There was just a picture of an aircraft hangar, with nobody in it; that was it.
Writers rely on observation, experience and imagination. Soldier Sam used all three to compose "If Given Enough Time" and also his collection of short stories. Tell me about how Solider Sam utilized his research skills in the writing of the script.
How far of a stretch of imagination did Soldier Sam go to in writing this new book?
Far enough. Actually, way too much. It’s complete fiction. Wild!!
This is a part of the history that artists better than Soldier Sam have been exploring for a long, long time, and one has to be real to the stories of his friends without selling them out.
Soldier Sam approached the writing as someone like me who grew up with it; writing about where I grew up street fighting and other chaos.. The experiences were there for me, and that's one of the reasons he told the story.
You mention lots of tough people. Many writers like Soldier Sam had different life experiences than you, and much of the book is about your experience as a Grunt and then what eventually became of Soldier Sam, when the International Space Station became interested in his work. Talk to me about the connection between those worlds.
What caused Soldier Sam to begin writing stories?
At first Soldier Sam would write companion stories about him and his favorite woman. But after he started these, he realized that much of that dialogue could also be representative of the storyline structure of the book—the operations we had to pitch to our bosses, our friendship, in real live activities, like I had experienced.
When I realized Soldier Sam had decided to start writing, I felt I had a reserve of language and imagery to deploy in responding to those questions. Sure, I had tons of experiences, but he didn't have a story or a question to respond to at that point in time. Our friendship  became that for both of us..
To write, there has to be a question you can't shake; that part seems necessary. There are stories of happy, well-adjusted people who make stories, but there has to be something you're looking at that you don't understand, and Soldier Sam has a particularly strong need for clarity of answering these questions.
Soldier Sam wants the readers to get a real experience like they are seeing everything that's really there, and the only way he got close to that is by using writing. There were moments in all the stuff he writes where I can see the clarity he was looking for in developing a story everyone could relate to.
“Meeting Soldier Sam and him meeting me was something so new and so different from what I thought experience could do.
Early on I figured "Soldier Sam justs wants to try this." It seemed so unreal to me, it seemed like magic what he was doing creating all this fiction based on real people because that’s where he got his literary inspiration from, but I never had an idea that it would be more than a hobby. The attempt to respond to my experiences was the approach Soldier Sam took, the questions about what ‘was it like.’
What is the one trait Soldier Sam shares with more experienced writers?
Curiosity, an unwillingness to accept face value. Writers share a suspicion that there is more to see, more to understand.
So.. Are you ready to write the Forward to Soldier Sam’s Book?
“Ok” said Rams Mascot. “But what’s the Forward to a Book? What am I supposed to say?”
A foreword is a personal introduction to a book written directly to the readers. Normally, a foreword is not written by the author of the story but by a third party. If Soldier Sam selected you to write the forward to his book, he probably considers you a close friend or colleague. And if you've been chosen to write a foreword for Soldier Sam’s book… Take it as a compliment!
This is where you should discuss the book, Soldier Sam, and how you're connected to it all. In short…you're getting people excited for what's coming.
Talk about how you know Soldier Sam.Share how you met Soldier Sam and how you know him. This can actually be a bigger deal than you think. By doing this, you help show Soldier Sam as likeable and relatable.
Benefits to Soldier Sam for Having a Foreword
If you think your foreword won't have any impact on Soldier Sam, you're surely mistaken. Your well-written foreword can really help boost his status. First, it helps to establish Soldier Sam’s brand and set credibility for the book. Nobody wants to read something from Soldier Sam who has no idea what he is talking about. This leads to the next major benefit for Soldier Sam..
Your forward can be a great marketing tool for Soldier Sam — particularly if you are an expert in the applicable field. By leveraging your reputation, Soldier Sam can be backed up by your credentials and more people will read his book.
How to Write a Forward for a Book Summed Up
If you've been given the privilege to write a book foreword, take it as a compliment. Soldier Sam obviously trusts you, your credentials, and your writing. By following these simple steps, you can put together an amazing foreword Soldier Sam is sure to love.
Just remember to be honest and write as yourself. You aren't the author of the book, so keep your style unique. But don't go overboard. As long as you match the tone of writing, you should be fine. Soldier Sam’s book is both serious as well a heart-warming simple tale of Adventure shared by a pair of companions just having some fun. So you can match that tone.
Starting out with a great introduction provides the base for your writing. Here you want to introduce yourself and how you know Soldier Sam. Provide your credentials as well. What are you known for? There may be times where you don't personally understand the standpoint Soldier Sam was writing from but you're the best person for their foreword. Simply explain the importance of what Soldier Sam is writing.
 
“Ok” Rams Mascot agreed. “I’ll do my best!!”
I met Soldier Sam at a Detective Party in Los Angeles. He was looking for a Solid Partner to join him on his many Space Adventures.
A detective mystery is a great party game to organize for a party. Your guests will love the idea of playing the role of little detective and setting off in search of the culprit.
Instant Detective Game is a mystery-solving game where guests piece together bits of information to solve a mystery. Each player begins the game with his or her own individual page of clues and an Orange Marker.
The fun begins as the players first split up, then try to solve the mystery by trading secrets with each other.
Each player is both a detective and also a witness to events that occurred on the night of the event. Slowly players put together the information they learn until one player declares she or he can solve the case.
I Love the idea of a Detective Party because I have long been a fan of mysteries. And now, I am a fan of Soldier Sam’s Mysteries, too!!”
I’m sure all of you love devouring every mystery book you can find. So most people still love to read and play detective.
I’m super excited about this Spy Obstacle Course! We really enjoyed the process of setting all the clues up for the detective to locate the lost Starship and rescue the crew. Try it out with me at the party!
 
This is a perfect activity to play with Soldier Sam on a rainy day or a Liquor Contest Party.



It’s fun to use glow-in-the-dark paint to make invisible ink. I bought this ocean color glow-in-the-dark paint at Walmart.



There are a lot of fun spy party games here in California! They have the same “What’s missing? A Starship!” Game, and lots of Twists on the game that look very fun.
 
These games are fun, exciting, and pretty easy to set up and play. Some take a little bit more skill than others but they are well worth the effort.
 
Soldier Sam and I teamed up to create a memorable, one of a kind Starship Space Detective Party!
 
Here’s How it Played Out……

​All at once Rams Mascot began to feel a certain grand excitement--up to this point every move, or rather every moment, was in the Mascot tradition.
 
To every fan at the Rams Game that day, Rams Mascot was tough, no one upset him, no one had interfered with the biggest dream which constituted his average day.
 
Rams Mascot, the Star of Stars, and Sarina the Star Reporter had collided with Soldier Sam on the way to Rams Stadium.
 
 It was Game Day and there was Bourbon in the air as they argued and started their approach to Rams Stadium. Soldier Sam was talking some trash and Rams Mascot, showed fight, apparently because Soldier Sam failed to acknowledge they were competitors for Sarina’s Attention.
 
Rams Mascot took a swing at Soldier Sam, who was so provoked that he put Rams Mascot on notice as they waited for Sarina to arrive at Rams Stadium.
 
There were many reporters stationed around Soldier Sam and they began to be pretty aggressive. They wanted a Press Conference right then and there to solicit material for their publications focused on Soldier Sam’s Space Detective Mystery Adventures.
 
 
This Press Conference is  cancelled!” declared Soldier Sam. I’m just here for the Rams Game today.
 
Just a few Questions for you Soldier Sam!”
 
Soldier Sam was walking out of the Press Room but stopped to talk to the Reporters.
 
 
“Soldier Sam, we want to  learn more about what you are doing to find a Detective Partner for all your  Legendary Starship Activities!
 
 
“Well, Soldier Sam…” Rams Mascot jumped in. I might have a solution to your problem.
I have it on pretty good authority that Rams Team Reporter Sarina LOVES to play detective. Sarina is an Inspector Gadget fan, and she enjoys trying to solve mysteries on her own.
 
 
Sarina is ready to take on any case that presents itself.
 
 
Soldier Sam devised a brilliant way to present missions to Sarina so she truly believes she has been recruited to be a spy. You can leave it in the letterbox at the 50 Yard Line or have someone leave it at the Stadium Gate.
Watch as Sarina is transformed into a secret agent who helps the agency to solve the latest case. Storm Troopers will be directed to a website, AKA 'Headquarters' where they will unlock required media material as they solve the case, giving them a sense of achievement as the information they send headquarters leads Mission Control to solve the case and catch the mischief-makers.
 
If you need an activity to report on, here’s a bunch of Media Hit Sarina Spy games. There are a ton of different themes. limited only by your imagination of reference.
 
 
Do you enjoy a good mystery? If you do, then try this mystery story activity. You'll have so much fun creating new twists and turns for your favorite characters.
 
We searched high and low for a trench coat and an Inspector Gadget style detective hat, and lucked out with at the Dollar Store. To this we added Spy glasses with secret rear-view mirrors.
 
 
These party activities are ideal for a Pair of Detectives who enjoy a good mystery story. The literary tradition is full of great sleuths like Inspector Gadget and lots of industrious battle troopers-- Immerse yourself in all of the fascinating aspects of a classic mystery with these activities.
 
Mysteries are some of the most popular books sold around the world. But what's the secret to a good mystery? The hidden treasure? The Suspicious Assistant? The mysterious house guest? Or a Rouge Torpedo Master Agent?
 
As you read your favorite mystery, take a few notes. Keep track of the secrets your fictional sleuth uncovers as she goes about solving the mystery. Then rewrite key scenes imagining the role Sarina would play in them, changing those secrets.
 
How would Sarina changes affect the outcome of the story?
 
Only you can decide!
 
 
Soldier Sam took control of the Press Briefing Room and made a statement.
Do you know what happened to me recently? I never considered before that one day I would go into space. It was unbelievable. I saw a huge and very shiny rocket. First, I got inside the rocket. Then, I pressed a button and I heard a loud noise. Pretty much instantly, I was far away from Earth. It was very quick. Wow!
 
“Are you a Detective at the International Space Station, Soldier Sam?” The Press wanted to have a concrete headline for their publications.
 
“Why do they call you a Detective at the International Space Station?”
 
“Do you mind being called a Detective at the International Space Station””
 
“I don’t like it when people try to put me and my work into a box” answered Soldier Sam. I develop new material every day, constantly growing and changing my point of view; I am guilty of the confusion about my work,.if for no other reason that it makes the time I spend on it more interesting. Not to society. For Me and Rams Mascot.” explained Soldier Sam
 
 
The reason for the label “Detective at the International Space Station” is the lack of creativity among journalists and critics,” Rams Mascot started to explain.
 
You see, Soldier Sam There is a reason Press Conferences are scheduled when you get back from his Mission Duties. Soldier Sam wasn’t interested in talking about his Space Adventure Detective Mysteries but here he was, sitting in the Hot Seat.
 
 
“The motivation of the interviewer is not to get a terse, accurate answer but rather to write an interesting, slanted article within the boundaries of the editorial outlook of their particular publication, so they will be given the means to grease the production machines.
 
So the Press and the writers show their lack of integrity by asking blockbuster questions, the answers to which they already have, much like a chef who follows a recipe and mixes the ingredients properly.
 
Soldier Sam agreed.
 
Let’s say I’m working at the International Space Station. There’ll be Rams Mascot who brings along some of those Discovery Channel writers to Mission Control Activities and then it morphs into whole barrage of questions from the Press..
 
“How Does this Mission Control Package Work, Soldier Sam?”
“We pioneered a brand new form of Detective Entertainment: immersive mysteries delivered to your door or current position. We have created mysteries in partnership with some of the world's biggest Spy Agencies and we ship a brand new Space Detective Mystery Kit periodically, or whenever we feel like it.
“We’re interested, Soldier Sam! How do the Mystery Briefs work? shouted the Press Corps.
Rams Mascot jumped in with an explanation.
“Most can be solved relatively quickly depending on skill level and focus. We ship a limited number of mystery boxes each month and we often sell out.”
Each new mystery is designed to be enjoyed and solved without any knowledge of our prior mysteries. However, all of our mysteries are set in the same fictional Space location with recurring characters, locations, and storylines.
“Over time you will begin to uncover the showstopping secrets that tie all of our mysteries together. Almost all of our Mystery Delivery targets decide to stay for more rounds.”
Soldier Sam made part of his perspective clear.

 
But I’ll finish the Adventure Mystery Investigation get back in one of those Starships  and the press comes up to me and says, “Drop everything you are doing, Soldier Sam. I’m a member of the press, and I’d like you to talk about your adventure with me.
 
Rams Mascot says these press clubs are essential to my job and they are very interested in our Mystery Boxes.
 
“You ever work on Saturn, Soldier Sam? Lots of people like you there, and you’ll really do great. You’ll win ’em over For Sure. You’ll have a lot of fun. Have you ever surfed Saturn’s Rings?”
 
The only thing is, I know that in these press clubs, pretty much anywhere in the world where people know how to read, the members of the Press in the audience are more used to asking questions than I am at answering them. The most I can say to the Press is, “Thank you, I’ve had enough to eat today. I don’t need to grab something in the Green Room.”
 
But they keep asking you questions, Soldier Sam” instructed Rams Mascot. Tell them just a bit about your travels.


“Well, the whole mission package had no sense of acceleration. The universe seemed to be revolving around our Station.”
 
“Shortly after landing, I saw something suspect. It was a Planet X spaceship. I was surprised. Next, one of the Suspects got out and I asked him a question: “What your problem with us? ‘
 
I didn’t get an answer, but instead he asked me: ‘‘what is your name?’’
I said “Soldier Sam”. Then, the Suspect gave me an Orange Box.
 
When I opened it, I saw it was a Mini UFO. I liked it very much. I also wanted to be nice. I found a flag, which I was supposed to put on the Moon. So, I gave it to him and he disappeared.
 
 
“You see, I get to these Pressers and the first thing that ticks me off is that they’ve scheduled the interviews during the afternoon. I really am hungry for dinner, it’s just that I can’t stand talking to anyone any more than I have to do when I am sitting here like this doing what I’m forced to do.”
 
I go to a Presser and it’s not even dinnertime yet. Who can tell stories when I’m hungry for dinner? It’s not even dark out yet. I don’t want to be here, Rams Mascot. It’s almost Gametime and I haven’t even started drinking my bottle of Bourbon yet, man Can’t you take some of these questions for me? They are just delaying the reservations I made at Burger King.”
 
“We aren’t holding you up for dinner, Soldier Sam. It’s just we have to get paid for our dinners too. People want to read this stuff.”
 
Some of you look familiar from some of the Info Specials they show at the Space Adventure Society Mission Preps  but I’ve never been to Rams Stadium before. Then I realize you people here right now are only here to write a story in the Tabloids, you know what customers buy when they are in line at the Grocery.”
 
These kind of Pressers have nothing to do with anything notable like the stuff we review at the Space Adventure Society. You guys are like a Wolfpack attacking me just to get a line in your Papers.
 
“Ok Ok Soldier Sam. Why don’t you talk some about what’s in the Box you were talking about before? You know, the one you received on Planet X.”
We're not going to tell you. Part of the experience is you discovering what’s in the box yourself and figuring out on your own how each item relates to your Starship Mystery investigation. Then and only then you should write up your full story.
“But we'll give you a Clue” Rams Mascot indicated.
 Past boxes have included items such as a Perimeter of delivery, suspect profiles, Key Chains with an important purpose, investigation notes, a mysterious letter, event scene photos, suspect interview excerpts, forensic evidence, a poker chip with an important logo, a newspaper article with important information, an ID security card, a matchbook with a handwritten message, a passport, suspect photos, a coded journal, and much more.
“Even a Mystery Ring” Soldier Sam jumped back into the interview.
“Tell Me More!” the press asked.

 
Once I got to the space station I was greeted by Rams Mascot! Rams Mascot told me his satellites had recorded the mischief that our adversaries
 
And the conversation was on the level of, “Is it true about everything that was in the Box?”
 
That’s all I have to say” Soldier Sam was ready for Rams Mascot to wrap up the Presser.:
 
“The most interesting thing in the Box was a Magic Ring” Soldier Sam was done answering questions.
 
Ready to Print Your Spy Activity Pack? Asked Rams Mascot.



There’s a fun spy word search, options for mystery story live show, and the create your own code page that we talked about.”.



When you print the pack, you’ll get these pages without the watermark on them. It’s there to deter people who will steal these for their printable coloring page websites.
 
We’re on It, Soldier Sam” The  Press seem satisfied with the Press Conference at this point. After all, that was behind most of the intention, anyways. They wanted to write up the story themselves.
 
“Good Luck Writing up your Tabloid Story.” Soldier Sam started walking away from the Space Adventure Podium and carried an Orange Box out of the Briefing Room.
 
“Just one more Question, Soldier Sam!” the most persistent of the Reporters asked.
“You always wear a seatbelt when you are cruising through Space solving your Intergalactic mysteries?”
 
I wear a special space-suit when I am hired as a Space Detective. I always have a helmet on my head, earphones and microphone. I run the operation at the front of the HQs with a seatbelt to stop me from floating around the rocket ship.
 
Suddenly, there was a Space Detective Mystery when I took off my seat-belt, I was floating around because there isn’t any gravity.
 
So yeah, I wear a seatbelt when I am in the spaceship.
 
“Do you wear them all the time?”
 
“No.”
 
“Do you have one on now?”
 
“Well, what do you do if you have to tell your detective partner, ‘I’m going to put a seatbelt on now’—it’s going to ruin the whole intergalactic mission.”
 
I ask Rams Mascot at mission control if I have to put one on.
 
“Are you crazy or something?”
 
“No, I figure it’s something to do. We’ll both put seatbelts on. We’ll take a picture.”
“Now, get the hell out of here, you nut, you.”
 
I can’t help it, though. Seatbelts are so dumb. They’re sold for the prevention of fun in space.
.
As far as detective partners are concerned, these press conferences are no good for getting a partner to trust you.
 
The mission control planners ask you where you want to go in space It’s really a hang-up. Every potential detective I meet, the first thing they hit me with is, “Look, I don’t know what kind of a partner you think I am, but I know you space detectives, you’ve got all those temp partners from the agency and they’re all ready for you and I’m not gonna...”
 
“That’s a lie, I never met nobody from the detective agency that’s any good!”
 
“Never mind, I know you have no problem getting detective partners to solve your space mysteries. You get all you want.”
 
“I don’t!” Soldier Sam responded.
 
That’s what everybody thinks” Soldier Sam continued. “But there’s nobody decent at the temp agency. That’s why Inspector Gadget never finds a partner to solve his mystery cases.”
 
It’s the best thing is not to ball Inspector Gadget. “Listen, now, they all ball him, I’m not gonna ball him.” And that detective always plays roles on Earth. I have real world space adventure mysteries to solve.
 
It’s a real hang-up, not having a decent partner when you’re on the road to space. Suppose it’s three o’clock in the morning, I’ve just done the last mystery prep plan, I meet some detective partner who wants to work with me,
 
At first I think they could be a decent partner and I even decided to review the case with them, putting out all the facts that are known and gauge their opinion.
 
I usually just want to talk to them, nothing extra until I’m convinced they could be a real asset to solving the case, that’s it. Nothing more.
 
But because the detective parties where I go, just talking about the facts to one of your cases is considered too much. Like a dirty word, I can’t say to a potential detective partner, “Would you like to solve a case with me on another planet?”
 
And Lots of people presenting mystery cases to solve on another planet has given “Planet” such a bad connotation that I couldn’t even ask a friend of mine ”Say I want to go over facts with you about another planet at three in the morning.
 
The next day in the middle of the afternoon, when the Space Adventure Club meets there, then “Planet” is clean. But at three o’clock in the morning, where the hell can you go over a Mystery Case that’s clean?
 
You can’t say “Planet” to potential detective partner you try to think, what won’t offend? What is a clean word to the Detective Society? What is a clean word that won’t offend people who go to a Detective Party just to Network?...
 
What about “Just a ride in a Starship. That’s it, Starship. Will you pilot my Starship. There’s no harm in that, right?”
 
“All right, there’s nothing bad about asking potential detective partners to take a Trip in a Starship. It just doesn’t take it to the next level like asking to find a Planet
 
Starships are for intergalactic battles, cruising at warp speed and taking target practice. Yes, of course, I’ll take a trip on a Starship. Where are you going?
 
. Yes, of course, I’ll come on out and check out the Starship. Where is it?”
 
“On another Planet. Oh, Fuck, that won’t work” I’m not supposed to say “Planet”
 
Why can’t you just say, “I want to partner up with you to solve the biggest mystery in Space.”
 
No, it’s “Come up and set a course for the Ultimate Coordinates. Just don’t say “Planet.” Or Bourbon. “Let’s have a bottle of Bourbon.
 
“In 10 years, the word Bourbon will be banned too on this Planet.” Solider Sam complained.
 
A hot mic at at the next Space Mystery Adventure Presser recorded Soldier Sam making a joke to the best Mascot in the Business.
“I’ve been joking with Rams Mascot” said Soldier Sam.. Did you see that? He’s going to have a rotating first lady. He’s a bro with no ho,” in comments to the International Space Station Press Corps.
We asked people from Chicago if they'd heard the term.
By the way, if you search for "bro with no ho" on Urban Dictionary at this point, there might be a definition there. Because we added it.
.But what do you say about a Detective who had never had a decent partner on his Space Adventure Missions some have wondered if he would be going crazy when he is assigned to the International Space Station without a partner if he were to win the contest.
 
Soldier Sam’s comments have been criticized by the Media as being insensitive.
 
Later at the next Presser Soldier Sam acknowledged as much, saying he regretted the remarks.
 
Soldier Sam was the latest Space Detective Press Corps victim of those relentlessly scheming microphones-that-people-don't-realize-are-on.
The ‘We Love Everyone” Focus Group picked up Soldier Sam’s comments riffing on the idea that, in the unlikely event Rams Mascot wins the contest that he would have a "rotating first lady."
If no decent Detective Partner comes through in the Clutch.
"I've been joking with Rams Mascot, 'cause he doesn't have ... did you see that?" Soldier Sam said during a recent Field Exercise... "He'll have a 'rotating first lady.' He's a bro with no ho."
So, that's a tough conversation to have with Media Action Groups.
But then Soldier Sam added something else: "That's what we'd say on the street." The last word is a bit muffled, to be fair, but it certainly seems like he says "street."
Let's set aside that most Space Detectives do not spend a lot of time on the "streets." Let's instead focus on this: Who says this, exactly?
A search for the expression in the news-story database returns only on similar entry, which doesn't use the expression itself. It is titled, "Yo, bro, no 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' "
 
"'What we say on the streets? I can't imagine what streets he's talking about. Maybe while he was writing up that Manifesto?  I have never heard the phrase before in Chicago. So maybe I'm not hanging out on the streets enough."
 
Soldier Sam told the Media to drop it.  No one searches for the expression on google.
Rams Mascot’s sisters appeared to be having fun with white-bread reporters when they replied off the record, "Nope. Is that a riff on 'bros before hos' that everybody has heard of?" Since it appears to have no background, it's impossible to know.
Rams Mascot’s sisters said, according to an unidentified source that "We've certainly seen and heard a lot -- especially on big Chicago sports days when people seem to go nuts. But this phrase? No."
So apparently, Soldier Sam don’t have a lot of tact.
The Internet hasn't heard the expression just like, supposedly, Rams Mascot’s sisters haven't heard the expression in Chicago. Well at least according to what they say to the Press.
But feel free to speak up  in in the Comments Section!
. Whichever "streets" Soldier Sam got the phrase from are, as yet, unidentified.
 

We were lost south of the mainland and without communications but the sky was clear. Sarina was upbeat.
 
Everyone was waiting for Sarina’s Graphic of a futuristic Starship Space Convoy Manoeuvre to be made available.
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were responsible, in some respect, for this disaster. They had reacted to an immediate crisis without understanding the larger situation.
This was a situation that the resident crew had understood, which was why they had started an evacuation before attempting to suppress the fire.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were very good at figuring out what could go wrong, and good at predicting how the crew respond to things going wrong. How people act in a crisis. They had the science to manage it. Study it. Focus on it.
We live it, over and over again, for the sake of the people who will hopefully only have to live it once. Or never.
Preparedness is how Sarina and Soldier Sam make sure things have a chance to go right even when they’ve already gone wrong.
 
 
"What are we going to do?" asked Sarina. Sarina looked concerned. "I don't know," Soldier Sam answered. "Let's call Mission Control and see if Rams Mascot has any suggestions."
 
 
 
Suddenly, we saw a three flash blast, a red one, a white one and a blue one. We wondered for a moment who it could be and then Sarina pulled our attention to the Space news report. The Avengers had been spotted flying overhead!
 
Perfect timing we figured, if only we could contact the Avengers and ask of their help then Super Monster could be stopped! We worked together and wrote letters to every superhero we knew, it wasn’t long until they all arrived on Planet X.
 
Working together, we and the superheroes decided to build a machine which would transport Sarina to Superhero camp, where Rams Mascot and his team could make Planet X great again!
 
Rams Mascot could see what they were up to and he could see the Storm Troopers fleeing from their planet in search for help- so our visit is no surprise to them! Rams Mascot gave Sarina some extra power to fly our space crafts into orbit.
 
 
 
Fortunately, we knew Sarina once travelled to space in record time while someone was getting Soldier Sam’s dinner ready. Sarina knew all about what we would need so Rams Mascot called her and she gave such good advice and told Rams Mascot all about her own travels to space.
 
We decided Sarina’s space craft was an easier option than building a rocket, as that would take forever! So we got to work and within hours had they travelling devices ready.
 
 
The portion of the ship that housed the rocket starter was heavily damaged. The batteries that turned the starter were completely destroyed. We began to consider we might be trapped on Planet X.
 
 
A spinning silver doughnut slung to a long, axel-like hub by a series of tension cables, our Station held itself together and generated spin gravity through a careful balance of forces.
 
The result was making its defaults seem all the more apparent—but our homeport is set at default as well. So easy to disrupt or destroy. It’s just so much bigger than us that we can trick ourselves about its resilience. About our own resilience.
 
 
Soon after, still being hungry, Soldier Sam quickly jumped inside the rocket and safely flew back to the Station That moment, Soldier Sam heard something coming from the kitchen: “Soldier Sam, it’s time to have your meal!’’
 
Soldier Sam finally had something to eat. This was turning into an unforgettable adventure with Sarina. They could explore space once again, but for longer.

Sarina and Soldier Sam had their next coordinates set and were cruising in formation with the Starship piloted by Rams Mascot.
 
Rams Mascot had just returned from a distant Star and while Sarina and Soldier Sam and were getting ready to put the Starship in cruise control for the night they heard a loud “BANG!”
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked around at each other, “What was that!?” shouted Soldier Sam.. “Uh-oh, maybe a fuse blew in the engine room?” Or is someone trying to fire on our position?”
 
The engine room night shift radioed Sarina and confirmed that, yes, it was a short fuse in the Engine Room that caused the disruption but the crew had fixed it an they were good to go for the night.


Early the next morning, Sarina was jolted awake by the sound of troubling gun fire some distance to their Starship. She ran outside and asked where it came from.
 
 Sarina showed up in the control center only to learn that one of their fleet was taken out of action, permanently.
 
Rams Mascot’s Starship had survived the attack and said he didn’t understood how the flanking friendly got taken out, but confirmed the loud fire they had heard was in fact their partner ship blowing up into the Starlit night.
 
What a loss that would be to their effort. Rams Mascot was still in the lead, with a mission to find any planet that could support the next Season of Rams Football.

Sarina was waiting for Mission Control to find out how they had lost the ship. Were they too in danger? No one knew.
 
Rams Mascot radioed Sarina and said “if Mission Control is not going to figure out how that adversary ship breached our formation, then we have to do it.”
 
Soldier Sam was on patrol duty and began their search for the adversary ship. He noticed a trail of footsteps and began to follow them closely.
 
The tracks looked smaller than the radar signature left by most Starships they had encountered in the past and it had a distinctive tail, like it was headed for a planet neither Sarina’s ship or the Spacecraft commanded by Rams Mascot had visited in the past.
 
“Maybe it’s from an distant Planet in another Galaxy” suggested Rams Mascot.
 
“No, I think they are definitely some sort of Local thing” responded Soldier Sam. They argued over the prints when Sarina noticed a mysterious Moon right in front of them.

Sarina and Soldier Sam landed on the Moon and Rams Mascot took his ship into overdrive. Rams Mascot was now to be the Lead Scout in search of a Planet that could be home to Rams Football.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam debarked from their ship and began to explore the Moon to look around for clues.
 
Suddenly, Soldier Sam lifted a handle on the Welcoming Pad and quickly realized that it was a trap door.
 
After informing Rams Mascot of their new position on the Moon, Sarina and Soldier Sam decided that they needed to investigate it and although Rams Mascot was skeptical, he agreed.
 
The door led Sarina and Soldier Sam to an underground tunnel where they walked for quite a while in the darkness with only a flashlight from the cabin. There were strange noises and Solider Sam was signalling for caution.
 

After a while, Sarina and Soldier Sam arrived at a section of the tunnel with a single hanging light and decided to sit down to rest.
 
 “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” said Soldier Sam.
 
Then all of a sudden, Sarina and Soldier Sam received a Stress Signal from Rams Mascot. Rams Mascot said he was being pulled right into the darkness of another Galaxy!
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam immediately hustled back to their Starship, and in an instant were traveling again at Light Speed in search of Rams Mascot.
 
 
Rams Mascot was pushing the emergency button as Sarina and Soldier Sam jumped up and shot off into the darkness trying to locate him.
 
They ran frantically trying to find Rams Mascot until they came across a wind-swept portal to a part of the solar system they were totally unaware of, and they were sure Rams Mascot was on the other side of it.
 
Together Sarina and Soldier Sam counted to three and charged right through the door. What they found was not Rams Mascot at all.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked up at their controls and saw, in contrast to their normal setup, their monitor was flashing full of screens, and thousands of buttons glowing in all different colors the likes of which they had never witnessed.
 
 On the screen in front of them was a map of the Milky Way. The other screens had what looked like planets that neither of them had ever learned about in training exercises.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were shocked beyond belief.
 
“What is this place?” asked Sarina with a look of uncertainty on her face.
 
 
“It looks like some sort of outer space control center” Soldier Sam replied.
Sarina had just noticed strange text on the screen that she didn’t quite understand, when suddenly the door behind them slammed shut.
 
“It’s not opening!” shouted Soldier Sam pulling the handle as hard as he could.
 They both looked up at the ceiling and noticed orange smoke starting to come from the vents and it was quickly filling the room.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam looked at each other before suddenly collapsing in a deep sleep.


After many hours had passed, Sarina and Soldier Sam began to wake up, this time in a much different place.
 
“Where are we?” asked Soldier Sam as they both looked around.
 
Their normal control room had been transformed into a small space with only a locked door. Sarina dug in her pocket and pulled out the master key, then tried to unlock the door with it.
 
After trying and trying, Sarina and Soldier Sam finally decided to give up right as they heard a “beep!” and the door slid open.
 
 “Rams Mascot!” they both shouted excitedly as they saw him there standing in the doorway.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had entered “The Situation Room”. T
 
hey knew they needed a plan to pitch their next moves to Rams Mascot. And these proposals needed to be made up on the Spot!!
 
 
“Sarina needs to sleep before engaging the targets. Another hour, at least.” Solider Sam insisted.
“Sir, the crew addressed Solider Sam, Sarina’s action profile indicates otherwise. She has a go/no-go decision to make with HQs She can sleep when she’s back State Side.
“Don’t say it. You’re getting punchy.” Solider Sam retorted.
“I just go by the data.” the crew chief explained.
“But I’m the duty officer, said Solider Sam. You’re the chief of staff. This is the first time she’s slept in three days. Another hour.”
That’s the moment Sarina sits up and reaches for the bottle of bourbon that’s under her bunk. It’s always hot back here.
Sarina, hardened from years of battle operated the Starship, nicknamed “the Unstoppable Bronx Bomber’ It sways on the Intergalactic Turnpike, its suspension groaning under the weight of tons of armor and servers. Then it settles back into its smooth, relentless drive forward into the night.
We are a Space Armada, snaking through the Universe like fugitives, scrambling to yet another secure location from which Sarina can lead the campaign.
Sarina motions to Soldier Sam with one hand, and wipes sleep out of her eyes with the other. “Get my rig online,” Sarina says. “How long until we’re at Site Romeo?”
“Another 30 minutes to the gates, but we go dark in . . . 10 minutes.” explained Solider Sam
“OK. What time is it on Saturn? Are the Admirals ready for me now?” asked Sarina.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll have three minutes with the Admirals. Also, the President left a message.”
Sarina put the bottle down and swings here legs off the bed. “And?”
“He said to proceed. Informing Congress will come after.”
All Sarina can respond with is, “Good.” Sarina doesn’t want to show any signs of frustration, nor to count the cost of chronic indecision from leadership, a toll that was becoming measured.
Sarina has an almost impossibly difficult job today.
As the Rams HQs faces a changeover in leadership, Sarina’s guidance will be crucial in the coming years where futuristic conflicts are certain to be overwhelmingly influenced by artificial intelligence and robotic autonomous systems that will revolutionise warfare at speeds human cognition simply cannot keep up with.
This line of thinking frequently leads to conversations about how Super Soldiers will be augmented with things like direct human-machine interface and nanomachine infused bottles of bourbon.
But what about Sarina?
In a conflict scenario like the one described above, superhuman soldiers may not actually get a frontline role if swarms and other drones take their place. But the mission will indeed need someone with almost superhuman-like abilities like Sarina
Sarina is developing plans to reorganise and reprioritise the organisation in real time, becoming immersed in data while using technology to never lose sight of leadership’s human dimensions and maintaining the digital speed operational tempo of the Force.
Should a Hyperwar-type conflict arise in the Universe, AI-powered automation will define the operational environment and put enormous pressure on organisations—and leaders like Sarina must be prepared for high levels of operational and cognitive agility.
Decision-making and warfighting will revolve around networks, perhaps with both occurring on the same ones. Moreover, while AI-enabled predictive models will be able to help leaders like Sarina “see” these future scenarios ahead of time, decision-makers will need to be adept at intuitive or recognition-primed decision-making.
“The Only Ordinary Day Was Yesterday. “ Sarina always says.
Sarina’s mission to find a Destination suitable for Rams Games will be familiar in some ways—maintaining relationships with Rams HQs, for example—but dramatically different in several significant areas, managing: organisational structure, operational tempo, communications and network integrity, and force employment.
While it will take a network to win in the New Era of the Universe, ensuring mission plans emphasize critical decision timelines will be a real-time responsibility for Sarina. Given the speed with which a crisis may unfold, Sarina’s decisive leadership during the early moments or hours may mean the difference between victory and a defeat or stalemate.
Yet load sharing is about more than machines. Just as Sarina will exert more operational influence, Solider Sam’s Deputy position will take on new responsibilities that are more concept- and policy-oriented than today’s, developing and implementing new concepts of operation. In Hyper-Speed scenarios, flash modernisation efforts that break boundaries and hierarchies, and even rules, will need a strong advocate to ensure they don’t stall.
Sarina will not be able to live and work sequestered inside one of Rams Nation’s deepest bunkers wired into a closely managed communications and data network. The necessity to build coalitions with the Los Angeles community and abroad, and maintain connection with frontline forces all mean Sarina will be constantly on the move.
Accordingly, Sarina will operate within a virtual and mobile communications bubble that depends on a sprawling grid consisting of terrestrial, undersea, aerial, and space networks.
Much as today, no matter where or when, Sarina will have to be capable of accessing a highly distributed and secure command-and-control network. But Sarina and other principals may be augmented through technical means permitting the chain of command to “think” communications in real time.
Voice communication may even become too slow in some cases, such as campaigns that rapidly shift between defensive and offensive operations. Means of communication therefore must evolve with the speed of hyper-missions.
Sarina might wear a personal “wearable communications” ensemble, which could feature a next-generation human-machine biophysical interface.
A day in the life of Sarina sees the kinds of true survival decisions that are unique to her office—and that not even Hollywood hyperbole can exaggerate.
The clock is always ticking on a crisis or urgent need for the officials in charge. Yet, the crises Sarina is charged with leading are not even like scenarios pulled from thriller novels; rapid shipment of blast -proof rocket launchers require decisive action.
It will be the same during the next two decades, but the speed with which such dilemmas arrive and require resolution—as well as their technological complexity—will be unprecedented. But it need not come as a surprise if Pentagon leaders can begin to imagine and prepare for a day in the life of the Sarina in the new era of Hyper-Space missions.
In particular, it will be dangerously easy to focus attention on crises-of-the-moment and overlook ensuring that Rams recruiting identifies individuals like Sarina, a bastion of of integrity, character, and moral courage.
Sarina was recruited based on her exceptional capacity to decide, communicate, and act in this Hyper-Space. The entire process of Sarina’s training and education will need to move at machine-speed as well, with a focus on learning and performing through AI-supported, individualised augmented- and virtual-reality training and education regimens.
Sarina is also likely to train in virtual environments because in real life they may be highly distributed, out of strategic necessity or by design to create a force with experiences, backgrounds, and cognitive diversity suited to the Hyperspeed Era.
Soldier Sam leans in with a hand on Sarina’s shoulder. He can read her bio-stats from anywhere on the Starship, so this is a vestige of old-school relationship connection as he remotely adjusts the Love she gets from him
Soldier Sam looks at his virtual reality screen. “ Sarina is secure at Rendezvous Point Romeo.”
The Starship’s cabin brightens measurably as the pump pulses. Sarina sits upright, and smooths out her hair and puts the Holo Rig back on. Sarina has been wearing the helmet every waking hour during the past few weeks.
What nobody knows, though, is that Sarina has it muted much of the time. She keeps the sound off.
There’s too much data for a human to make a sound decision quickly, so Sarina let the battle management nets work their magic.
Soldier Sam is not as smart as Sarina and hasn’t yet figured this out; he’s unable to act with the speed that this conflict requires because he is chronically plugged in.
Sarina says she plans on speaking about the strategy with  Soldier Sam at some future point and fill him in on how she does it.
That is, if Sarina ever gets to see Solider Sam again on the same deployment.
That’s not something Sarina can entertain now, however. There’s work to do. And Solider Sam is awaiting orders.
 
That night while sleeping on the Starship floor, Sarina had a crazy dream.
 
Soldier Sam gave her a phone as an early Birthday Present. And it had on speed dial both the Light House and an Island Bakery stocked with Birthday Cakes!
 
Sarina first called the Light House and asked what was the status of their sea rescue brigade, told the dispatcher her birthday was almost here also that she and Solider Sam were stranded outside Buccaneer Bay in a small boat.
 
The dispatcher replied that their only rescue operations in service that night were a fleet of helicopter drones to pinpoint the location of their boat and the rescue crew would arrive in the morning.
 
Then the dispatcher said the rescue brigade will take you straight to the Bakery when you get ashore so you could get your Birthday Cake.
 
In her Dream, Sarina was rowing and Soldier Sam was asleep. Soon she could not believe her eyes and was overcome with shock when she looked to the island and there were dozens of swarming helicopter drones launching from the beach!
 
They rise and fall, hover, fly sideways and backwards, shoot flares, back up, spring forward, dip, dart off again, lift ships, drop radio transmission towers, lose their rotor blades and roll over, fire missiles, crash into one another.
 
"Soldier Sam, Soldier Sam, Wake Up!! Look at the skies! “Sarina says.
 
Sarina called the Light House immediately and asked the dispatcher what was the status of the rescue mission?

“Where are all these helicopter drones going?" asked Sarina.

“Wherever they are programmed to go. That’s how they pinpoint your location," replied the dispatcher.

Sarina carefully considered the answer as she tried to translate the content.

Soldier Sam piped up and said: “You should have asked the dispatcher what the drones would do if the signaling programme from the Light House was jammed.

Sarina called the dispatcher up again.

“Where are the drones going?" Sarina asked and without waiting for a reply continued, “Wherever they are programmed to go, I suppose. Well, let me ask you . . ."

“You’re mistaken," the dispatcher interrupted Sarina. “Tonight, the drones are going wherever the wind blows."

This answer so confused Sarina she could not think of anything to say.

Soldier Sam said: “You should have asked the dispatchers what the drones would do if there were no wind."

Sarina called back the Light House again.
 
Sarina was confident that this time she would have the last word.

“Where are the drones going?" Sarina asked. “Wherever they are programmed to go or wherever the wind blows, I suppose. Well, let me ask you . . . . "

“No, no," the dispatcher interrupted. “Tonight the drones are going to pick up your Birthday Cake!!."
 
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
Soldier Sam returned to Cupid’s office to find copies of his scripts in bright new red heart-shaped covers.
 
It reassured Soldier Sam to see his name in type. As he sat in Cupid’s waiting room  he still wasn’t sure about the order of the Valentines Day Activity scripts. With the right director like Cupid this might be made into another Hit Movie like “You’ve Got Mail.”
 
Soldier Sam knew that if he got his name on something like that it meant a night of action with none other than Sarina, the biggest Star in LA.
 
But this time Soldier Sam decided to not blow it all on one activity on Valentines Day—He’d  save his money--go to the base only every now and then, just to bark some orders and try to get a date with Sarina every night..like Forever.
 
Sarina interrupted his reverie, telling him to go in to Cupids Office. As Soldier Sam entered he saw with gratification that a copy of his latest activity idea was front and center on Cupid’s desk
 
Soldier Sam and Sarina entered that office. Before they sat down Sarina had some questions for Soldier Sam, prepping him for the encounter with Cupid. "Did you ever--" asked Sarina suddenly "--go to Walmart for any other reasons than a Hoodie and to browse the power tools aisle?"
 
"No," admitted Soldier Sam. "But I suppose I could get up on it. Is it a new assignment?"
 
"Not exactly.” replied Sarina “It's just that I think you've lost your grip. Not every girl wants to go on a Valentines Day Activity with such a cheapskate. A date with me requires a certain type of ambition. I've just talked to Cupid on the phone."
 
"Cupid must be nuts," said Soldier Sam, indifferent to this latest criticism."I didn't steal anything from Walmart last time I was there. Security was Tight.
 
“My name is on the application, isn't it? All the structure is laid out--every scene. I even was particularly interested in one scene—the one at the end about the Paintball War."
 
"Oh yes, the Paintball War," said Cupid as if he was thinking of something else.
 
"But if you like one of Sarina’s happy endings better--" Soldier Sam offered.
 
"Yes, I like Sarina’s ending better.” Replied Cupid. I never saw my arrows stand up at attention so fast. Sarina’s ending was dramatic, a True Love Story. Not one of your two-bit adventures in mediocrity.
 
.Cupid paused. "Soldier Sam, you've told the truth just once since you came in this room--that you stole that last Valentines Day Activity Concept from the Top Gun Movie."
 
"I certainly did not.” responded Soldier Sam. “I was just trying to pique your interest. You know that it was really filled with action, fighter jet strafe, motorcycle rides together..
 
“And we were seated in close proximity at all the After-Action Report training sessions” added Sarina. That was so Romantic.”
 
A certain attitude crashed over Sarina like a Tidal Wave as Cupid continued:
 
"I told you we had several Valentines Day Activity scripts to investigate. Cupid reminded Sarina, Not just yours, Soldier Sam”. All you did was just recycle the idea you had last year and we discarded that.
 
Soldier Sam was speechless.
 
"You see,” continued Cupid,  You and Sarina clearly like each other. Seems like she typed a few details in the Paintball Script. Like filling a Red Heart Bag up in the Candy aisle. Like if Santa went Trick-or-Treating”
 
"Of course we like each other," said  Soldier Sam. "Why, Sarina--"
 
"Hold it, Soldier Sam. You've already caused enough trouble enough today." Sarina cut in.
 
“Going Paintballing at Walmart is for the crazy couples.” Cupid observed. And you have proposed that the Paintball War with Sarina would take place at the biggest store in California.
 
“We can even add a fun twist to the game, Cupid!” Sarina was full of good ideas that day. Like if you win the Paintball Match, you get to raid the Cashiers Station on your way out of the Store.
 
 Well, if you two have never tried spicing up your Love Game with a Paintball Match at Walmart, go for it.” Decided Cupid.
 
 Soldier Sam was grateful Cupid had approved the plan. “This is going to be a blast, Sarina! Cupid had the last word.. “Just make sure you are okay with a little bit of stinging pain in your backside, Sarina. Those paintballs can shoot out of the gun pretty fast.”
 
Cupid had one more piece of advice. “After it is all over, just make sure to get back on the same team. No need to make your date mad for the rest of the day from you peppering her with paintballs
 
“And stay out of the Power Tools Section, Soldier Sam, Sarina warned. I don’t want you to get distracted shopping for all your DIY projects at our house.
 
Solider Sam could stand no more. He was ready to start that competition that day. He didn’t even want to wait until Valentines Day. Sarina was so Hot.
 
"Anyhow thank you, Cupid.” Soldier Sam’s idea was out in the open now. "Call my agent if anything else turns up." Then Sarina turned suddenly for the door, racing to schedule an appointment at the Hair Salon.
 
 
 
 
TRAINING
 
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
 
It had been some time ago that Soldier Sam was in his first training sessions. He was now quite a bit older and he had quite a bit of experience under his belt. But times had changed. Soldier Sam went to the space station and asked Rams Mascot “Can I go to Planet X on my Way to Rams Planet?” Rams Mascot said, “Yes, but you will need to get up to speed on how things have changed since you were in training last.” “How long will it take?” asked Soldier Sam. Rams Mascot replied, “Not long at all. There is a crisis brewing and you will need to take off from here very soon..”
Because of its repetitive nature, the training the officers underwent ensures an automatic responsiveness when the unit comes under fire, relieving the pressure of action and reducing the risk of serious errors in judgement. The more experienced officers had reservations similar to that of the entire group, giving them an advantage since they had some idea of what to expect from the forces on the Mainland
The “problem” part of the “Training Simulation is inspired by several sources. In some cases, we identified “problems” during our war games. Played at the operational level, [OpFor] team. Most of the time, each game identifies several key operational enablers employed by our forces. With the help of our team, we capture that key moment—friendly force disposition, enemy situation, mission, and even the losses suffered on both sides—and use it as a point of departure both for our input to the Chief Integrated Agenda and for our Fleet Problems. In other cases, as we considered how our ConOps would play out in reality, it became apparent there were warfighting tasks that were critical to success that we could not execute with confidence. This gap was not because deployers did not practice these tasks individually—the efficiency of the plan ensured they could—but because we as a force never practiced them together, in combination with multiple tasks, against a free-playing, informed, and representative Red Team. In one case, during an exercise planning session, we discussed a critical operational tactic that is used routinely in exercises and assumed to be executable by the fleet.
 
The major questions the unit was facing involved trade-offs between assets, time, and resource bases.. How many fleets would have been required to sustain the actual demand of forces? How many fleets would have been required if the schedules had slipped by several months? How long of a time frame would have been required to construct alternative supply routes sufficient to supply the resource bases adjacent to the mainland and other areas of operations? The chief at HQs had just written a letter, and a large cache was deployed. HQs had been briefed, and approval would be required for the supplies to get through. Forces were at hand, and the Mainland was ready for anything.
 
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE ACTIVITIES
 
 
Solider Sam awoke the next morning and proceeded to complete his usual daily duties-and by now, he seemed slightly confused how long Sarina‘s Birthday had lasted. By afternoon, his confusion was even greater when he found Sarina missing from work.
The Logistics Hub that was usually bustling on a day like this  was empty–which meant there was no breakfast. Neither was there any indication of where Sarina had gone off to. He called her mobile several times only to hear a message indicating that it was switched off. He still seemed clueless about the significance of the day.
By lunch time, Soldier Sam was restless so he decided to call a friend. That’s when Sarina returned and calmly proceeded to sit next to him as she spoke loud into her phone. She stopped her conversation for a moment to speak to Solider Sam.
“Thanks so much for the birthday wishes Soldier Sam! I knew you’d never forget.” The happy look on her face coupled with an expression of gratitude was enough to make Solider Sam jump up from the aircraft he was fixing. He would remember that moment for the  rest of his life.
The flight line alarm sounded and in the current circumstances, it was a welcomed interruption. Sarina slowly opened the door and shot him a questioning glance as a delivery pilot stood holding what looked like a cake box in his hand. Before she could even react, a boisterous group of maintainers burst into song ….”Happy birthday dear Sarina! Happy birthday to you…..”
The surprise was soon replaced with a wide grin. Sarina smiled as she thought it was an indication that she felt loved and appreciated. She prepared to give Solider Sam a huge hug and planted a kiss quickly on his cheek. “Thanks a bunch for making my birthday last even longer than my flight!” Sarina exclaimed.
Sarina found herself saying “Today is going to be even more awesome than my birthday was last year on a plane. I will celebrate at my birthday party with two feet on the ground. Maybe even the Best Ever. Just for me, my very own. And I'm wearing my favorite outfit, A Yankees Jersey  Soldier Sam is always considerate. And the baseball season is just now starting!
“Too much work to do now this week that we are taking today off for your party, Sarina,” Soldier Sam said.
“Well, I know something about that“ Sarina replied.
Sarina’s friends say she’s  like the moon at night. Watching everything around her. Sarina  invited some friends  to come out to Burger King with her and Solider Sam. Sarina was so happy Soldier Sam wanted her to have her birthday lunch with lots of friends. Sarina had made so many since she started working on the flight line.
Sarina’s friends are cheering and making quite racket. We’ve got to get to Burger King soon, Sarina. You would probably rather have a Whopper with Cheese and Onion Rings than too much noise. There are going to be party hats balloons at the restaurant.
When we get back from Burger King Soldier Sam was showing Sarina off to all their friends who had arrived for the afternoon shift who made her spirits soar like the planes Sarina loved to work on so much. 
Soldier Sam asked, "Sarina, do you mind if some of us come to your Birthday Party tonight?” Sarina likes it when Solider Sam asks politely for her input. He treats me like somebody special. "Sure," Sarina found herself saying.
Everyone at Sarina’s party is talking at once. But she was still having lots of fun. Sarina got a Do-It-Yourself Kit filled with construction supplies and helpful decorations for many other items that will have lots of utility in her life, like functional Sand panormas, Spa and other Beauty products and of course lots of streamers, balloons and party noise makers and there was a Disco Ball too!
"Neat," Sarina says. "Thank you, thank you!”
Sarina started open may of her other gifts, stacks of wrapping paper and ribbons are all over the party area. Boxes too.
"It's your special day, Sarina. So don’t worry about the mess," Soldier Sam says. Looking at her and Sarina send back a nice smile. Sarina is quite organized most of the time, especially with her tools she needs to work on the aircraft. Not today though, because Solider Sam really wanted my Birthday Party to be a Blast!
Everyone likes my Yankees Jersey . But Sarina kept up the hope that she would also get some Sparkle are a Girls Best Friend. Taking nothing away from how useful and dedicated Soldier Sam was to her, of course.  No luck though.
Balloons are bouncing on the floor. Some are on the table. Some are stuck to the ceiling. We start bopping them around. Some get busted. What a blast. My favorite Yankees Jersey  got ice cream spilled on it.
One of Sarina’s friends was hoping she would like playing with Magnetic Silly Putty. Maybe making a Lego Model of Yankee Stadium That's OK. Sarina felt too happy to complain. Maybe later I will. Maybe later this week if the flight line is slow Sarina figured she would have time to go sit in her  office to do just that.
From Sarina‘s office, she can see the whole wide world of the flights line. All the fighter jets were stashed in the back awaiting attention from Solider Sam, just like her.
Standing in the office during some downtime makes Sarina think about things. Solider Sam loved her  more than anything in the universe he knew about.  Sometimes he didn’t know how to be as considerate as he should, around me. That was OK though, Solider Sam always tried his best.
It got better after we moved here. Now, Now I have something special and I’m so glad I get to work at such a rewarding job with Soldier Sam always there at her side.
My party was fun, but now I’m tired, realised Sarina.
As long as Sarina could remember, her birthday was the most anticipated day of the year. In school, she eagerly waited for this day to wear her very best and spend half the morning distributing chocolates to her schoolmates. She would impatiently and mark time until the moment her teacher would recognise her for her in front of the front of the classroom.
It was exciting  for Sarina to every year hear the heartfelt chorus singing “Happy Birthday!” resonating through the classroom hallway. At home, her extended family would line up with presents and the day would end with a huge feeling of satisfaction and the anticipation for an even better celebration the following year.
As Sarina  grew older, chocolates were replaced with treats at the school canteen for a special few. She would come home with a bag full of beautiful greeting cards and tiny knick-knacks, lovingly bestowed upon her by friends. It was a time when wishes were more warm-hearted and friends didn’t need an automated reminder to keep track of the day.
Then came Soldier Sam. If she had to choose the most memorable birthday celebrations, it would have to be last year, because who could forget your Birthday lasting 46 Hours. And In an airplane of all things.
In some years that they were apart, deployed who knows where, her phone would beep and Solider Sam’s  voice would attempt to sing a few lines of the birthday song for her. But  now that that whole deployment thing had become less mandatory, the last few years Solider Sam had always made a real effort, like as good as she expected, but nothing more unexpected that that 46 hour Birthday in an airplane last year.
Before Sarina could even react to the phone beeping, she’d turn around to find him smiling, cake in hand as he would swoop down get on her level. The surprises grew better with each passing year and for Sarina, the celebration wasn’t as important as receiving tokens of Solider Sam‘s love..
Soldier Sam would always wait each year  for Sarina’s wish on her birthday. In fact, that was possibly the only wish she most looked forward to. When the first year had rolled in and as the week leading up to her birthday began, Sarina came into work a few days before the big day and found up there was business trip that was scheduled just the day before her birthday.
Sarina was disappointed and when she was at dinner that night, Soldier Sam could tell that she was upset. He tried to reassure her with several possibilities of what he had planned—they would celebrate her birthday before they left and continue the revelry when they would return to home base  a short time later.
“There would be more than one celebration”, Soldier Sam reasoned when Sarina suggested he postpone the trip. Finally after a lot of deliberation he managed to persuade her saying ‘This is just our  first birthday together . We have the rest of our lives to celebrate.”
Sarina relented with a smile and so just a few hours before they boarded their flight, Solider Sam surprised her with her favorite cake and flowers.. Sarina wasn’t her happy self on her birthday but none the less, she made efforts to enjoy the day with It was still an extremely wonderful day but it could have been better.
The months after the 46 hour birthday has flown by and Sarina’s Birthday was coming up soon. Sarina knew exactly what she wanted for a present this year.
“I want a Real Token of your Love, commitment and trust until the end of time for my birthday,” Sarina told Soldier Sam, but at that moment he  didn’t hear because he was busy with “an important phone call”. Sarina wondered why the phone call was so important.
“I want a Real, Legit Token that makes our love, commitment at trust rock solid for my birthday,” said Sarina. Soldier Sam was rushing out the door to get to work in time so he would meet with “clients”. Sarina wondered who “clients” were. “’Clients’ must be important too,” Sarina said to herself.
That day. Sarina scrolled thought the client list of her ever growing business. It was a secret she cherished and what a huge profit it had turned out to be. It was simple: her business helped people never to forget the most important days for fighter jet repair.
Oh well! Sarina considered Soldier Sam would be back for dinner soon and he would have time for her. It was Pizza Night and Orange Vanilla Soda, a beverage both Sarina and Solider Sam enjoyed and could identify with!, After all, she had started her business for people like him who forgot the most important days and ended up in arguments and missed operational missions because of the condition of the equipment
. "Let’s give Soldier Sam  a few more hours before I surprise him with  what I want for  my birthday,” decided Sarina
At dinner, they had all set up Pizza Night and Orange Vanilla Soda, a beverage both Sarina and Solider Sam enjoyed and could identify with. Sarina told Sam, “I want a Special Token out our Enduring Love,  Commitment and Trust for my birthday this year.”
“On my God, Sarina. Of course! I thought you were never doing to ask.,” said Solider Sam. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask since the day we met.”
Sarina drew a picture of what she wanted to wear each and every day and colored it. She got some tape and stuck the picture on Soldier Sam‘s forehead. Solider Sam didn’t want something stuck on his forehead until the end of Pizza Night and Orange Vanilla Soda, a beverage both Sarina and Solider Sam enjoyed and could identify with. He looked at it. Really, Sarina? That is so Awesome to me! I know  just the place to get it!
“Are you sure you don’t want a Rocket To Whizz up to the moon> Are You sure?”, Solider Sam asked.
“Yes, I‘m sure, I want what I stuck on your forehead” said Sarina
“Wouldn’t you rather get  Season Tickets for Yankee Stadium?” Soldier Sam inquired further.
“No,” said Sarina. I want what I stuck on your forehead“.
“Are you sure you don’t want the fastest car in the world and excusive membership at all the big racetracks to speed around?” Soldier Sam was completing his line of questioning just to make sure Sarina knew what she was getting herself into.
“I don’t want a race car, a moon rocket or Yankee Tickets. said Sarina “I want what I stuck on your forehead  for my birthday.”
“Hmmm” said Soldier Sam.
I know just the place we can go on your birthday. We can go scuba diving and find the wreck of the ship that has never been found. There is a treasure  chest with the most beautiful of what you stuck on my forehead. The key is available at the Scuba Shop for anyone who is daring enough to try.”
Wow! I didn’t know that!” exclaimed  Sarina. How Exciting!”
As Sarina and Soldier Sam geared up for her  birthday this year, she was in high spirits once again and knew this would be the biggest important milestone Birthday of them all, even bigger than last years 46 day plane ride.
Soldier Sam’s plans for the Big Scuba Diving Birthday sounded spectacular.
So Sarina and Solider Sam get in the car and drive to the  Scuba Diving Shop.
When they went inside, Soldier Sam asked the manager where the key to the Magic Pirates Treasure Chest is. He showed them where it was kept and handed it to Sarina so she could pocket it .
When they got to the dive boat and were ready to jump in the water, Sarina finally started to wonder what in the world was in the treasure chest, and why!”
Sarina and Solider Sam both dove into the water at the same time.
Soldier Sam  wondered if Sarina  wanted to get more out of the dive that just their big target.
Soldier Sam immediately figured out the answer to that question. Sarina shot like an arrow straight to the Treasure Chest target.
Sarina signaled Soldier Sam to find out if he wanted to open the Pirates Treasure Chest together at the same time.
Of course he did.  Sarina and Solider Sam were finally at the big moment!
When they got to the treasure chest, Sarina opened the trunk with the key., Soldier Sam was right beside her .
What was inside the box was so beautiful to Sarina and she put it  on right away.
It was all true!  What was inside the Treasure Box was the most beautiful thing Sarina had ever seen. And even more precious than that since it represented the growing and enduring  love, commitment and trust  She would always share with Solider Sam.
When they surfaced, Sarina and Solider Sam both heaved a sigh of relief that evening. They finally found a token that represented their love commitment and trust.
What could have gone wrong with the Birthday wish Sarina so boldly set ? Both Sarina and Solider Sam we so very thankful to have availed that offer immediately when Sarina decided it was a Next-level step
The next morning Sarina started her day and came across a note attached to the treasure chest key, which they had been given to keep forever because of their shared bravery and
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE ACTIVITIES
 
 
You are in charge of the Ram’s Starship ever since Earth was destroyed by a devastating Sun explosion.  Rams Fans have been drifting ever since.
But things have changed over time. Fans have grouped themselves into factions, each with different expectation of the potential for Rams Football on distant planets. In the time since Earth was decimated, other NFL teams have taken the same course as the Rams, each boarding their own Starship sent out in a wide arc of planet discovery.
 If enough teams are able to find planets suitable for playing football, there can be an NFL again. Coordinates are ready to be set for a mystery planet with potential for acceptable terrain for Teams to play and now you have received word of a planet with extremely varied terrain.
The NFL has a plan to revive the game of  Football  on as many planets as possible, but as of yet not a single on has been found. Everyone on the starship realizes it needs a way to divide up all the tickets to future games fairly or risk mutiny.
As the protégé of Rams Mascot you are eager to find another planet to get down to the surface and see the Glory of Rams Football once again. Soldier Sam, however, has a different plan, one in which Rams Fans will never again witness a football game, at least not once he has been put into command.
If word of Soldier Sam’s plan gets out, his devious intentions could crush the hope of all the Rams Fans aboard the Starship to recreate Rams Stadium, possibly even one greater that that on Earth, impressive as that Stadium was.
Soldier San had never attended a football game in his lifetime. To him, NFL football is almost a legend or a myth, and in contrast to Rams Fans aboard the Starship, Soldier Sam had no appreciation for the game.
To you, Rams Football was so Real you could remember the Games like it was yesterday and don’t understand his intentions.
Soldier Sam’s plan is still a Wild Card and you’re concerned that no planet in the Universe will be able to revive the Magic of Rams Football.
Ops was deserted, but hardly empty. Bottles of Bourbon sat beside workstations lit by flashing alerts. Screens scrolled data and camera feeds. Bigger screens hung at the front of the room, showing the exterior surface of the hub and views of major corridors.
 
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
 
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina. His he was about to launch into something complicated, but it wasn’t hostile. “Let’s get to Ops,” Soldier Sam said.
The first-stage alert lights began flashing—just an all-hands call to action stations, but Sarina still expected the corridor to fill with hustling people.
It did not.
Sarina asked, “Do you see smoke?”
Soldier Sam said, “Let’s go back to the shuttle. This is not right.”
Sarina was surprised, “Where is the smoke coming from?”
It wasn’t visible, but the sight of burning plastics and ionization was obvious. Fire in space is hungry for oxygen, and it doesn’t share.
“Here’s Ops,” said Soldier Sam, and opened the door.
Inside was a scene of chaos from a post-apocalyptic game.
Sarina stopped inside the door. “Now I’m freaking out.”
“Step to the side, please,” Soldier Sam said, and moved her over with the back of one hand so they could enter.
The door sealed shut behind the pair with an atmosphere-retaining switch that Saina found reassuring. The smell of coffee overrode the smell of smoke. Also a good sign.
“OK.” Soldier Sam moved toward the life support station. “We need to find that fire and starve it.”
The easiest way to fight a fire in space is to deprive it of oxygen. Sarina and Soldier Sam had practiced this. Somehow, with Sarina’s hands on the cold molded plastic of a real Ops station, it didn’t feel like something she knew how to do.
“This has got to be a drill,” Soldier Sam exclaimed.
“If it’s a drill, you want to pass, don’t you?” Soldier Sam lifted the handheld on the engineering station and clipped the harness to its safety ring.
Sarina copied Soldier Sam. “Soldier Sam, would you get comms and see if you can find any signal from Rams Mascot on this reciever?”
Soldier Sam moved over to the station. As Sarina’s issuing instructions to Soldier Sam had shaken them loose, Soldier Sam checked other consoles.
An attitude jet fired again—a definite burn this time, the deck lurching under Sarina’s feet. Soldier Sam made a grab for his handheld and kept it from skittering away. “Stow your gear.” Sarina stuffed the unit into a pocket.
There wasn’t any loose gear to stow.
Sarina was glad she was clipped in. Soldier Sam had to grab the edges of his console.
“Got the fire,” Sarina said. “Sector 3 North.”
“I’m going to need an evacuation alert in Sector 3,” Sarina said.
“Good,” Soldier Sam replied. “How long?”
Sarina couldn’t do this. Sarina wasn’t able to do this.
There wasn’t anybody else to do it.
“Ninety seconds, Rams Mascot ?” There was no answer, so Sarina said, “90 seconds,” in a firmer voice.
An instant later, Soldier Sam said, “Done.”
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football””
 
 
“I’m on Planet SARGAS! Check it out, Sarina!”
Planets air expands and is buoyed up into the atmosphere where it delivers energy to the cooler surroundings at higher altitudes. 
 
Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
Like someone in a dream Rams Mascot raised his hands--only then did he realize that he was looking directly into a great camera.
 
In an instant Sarina jumped in, ran past Soldier Sam and jumped onto the video console. After an interminable second Solider Sam heard the order loud and clear.
 
Rams Mascot rushed blindly through a portal on the new planet, around a corner, tripping over a cable, recovering himself and tearing for the video shoot. He heard footsteps running behind him and increased his gait, but in the doorway itself he was overtaken and turned defensively.
 
Sarina saw all this and instructed Rams Mascot.
 
'Hurry up, Rams Mascot!' Sarina shouted. 'That finishes my work. I'm taking this starship into orbit right now!”
 
As she scrambled into her position at the controls she threw back a last remark. 'I'm going to do the Hyper Galaxy Jump in just a minute.'
 
“Really?” Soldier Sam thought, as he scurried away.
 
Soldier Sam was unaware that Sarina’s boldness was to change the course of his life.
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!!
 
Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
 
Landings can be fairly gentle to surprisingly rough, it’s all normal and the rougher landings can be intentional.
 
 
 
 
 
PLANET X ADVENTURE ACTIVITES
 
 
 
 
It was the Big Day. Sarina and Soldier Sam were going to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park with Rams Mascot. The most Thrilling Rides in the Universe!
Sarina had wanted to ride a Roller Coaster her whole life. A Dream she had wished for since she was just a little tyke. Would Sarina finally get her chance?
Soldier Sam could read amusement parks like a book. He could ride anything, shoot accurately, was at heart afraid of nothing, and could fight like a little catamount when occasion for it really arose.
Among those who knew, Soldier Sam was considered one of the best scouts in the business. That is why Rams Mascot selected him when the idea came about that Sarina should go on a Fantastic Adventure.
Sarina was determined to go to Magic Mountain Adventure Island Adventure Park. She never had the experience of such a trip. The site had everything imaginable.
Rides that spun you around and hurled up and down all at the same time.
Rides where you can feel the high-flying rush as your swinging canoe set sail, swinging high and low on waves of excitement.
Rides on bumper car smash-up. No need for brakes as you put your pedal to the metal!
 
Riders where you can get your wave on in a realistic surfing simulator as you ride ten-foot waves on your own boogie board!
 
Rides where you get triple the twists and triple the dizzies on a wild waterslide that sends you swirling through twists, turns, and drops!
And of course THE ROLLERCOASTER. With countless to choose from. Strap yourself in for the Ride of a Lifetime!!
So, of course, Rams Mascot had, sooner or later, to take Sarina to Magic Mountain
Sarina wanted Soldier Sam, who liked roughing it, too; to come along. Soldier Sam and Sarina rigged themselves out bountifully, and prepared to enjoy the trip.
It was going to be a Wild Trip with anything involving Rams Mascot. For some reason, Mascots visiting theme parks believe they are the most entitled in all of the world when it comes to theme parks. Mascots always break the rules, they cut in the lines, they get upset when people call them on their shit, and they threaten the unlucky theme park workers and ride operators. Then they go complain to customer service and get free passes and shit.
It was a brand new, state-of-the-art amusement park. The Trios badges were pretty much an open pass to wander through all of the attractions or, if they ended up somewhere they shouldn’t be because of Soldier Sam “oops, guess I got lost” worked, always.
The coolest place by far was the maintenance office.  It was also the tinker shop for broken ride parts. A massive expanse where you can see the inner workings of the carousel rides with broken ride cars was a great experience.
The syrup bags for the soda fountain upstairs were also there for workers that sold Mountain Dew Code Red which happened to spring a leak one day leaving it dripping thick red goo into a puddle on the floor.
So Sarina began to get very impatient.
Sarina and Soldier Sam would spend the entire day racing through the park side by side. Soldier Sam telling stories of adventure, and Sarina always chiming in about her anticipation of riding the Ultimate Roller Coaster.
“I worked at an amusement park on a beach the summer once upon a time, started Soldier Sam. “I sold food and a fair amount of beer, in my state being 18 meant although I was too young to drink, I was old enough to sell it in containers [we sold cans].
What kind of Beer, Soldier Sam?” interrupted Rams Mascot, glancing aside at Sarina with a humor-filled look at Sarina, to whom Soldier Sam ad mainly been addressing.
“A far number of customers yelling at me for things I didn’t remotely have anything to do with” continued Soldier Sam “Really, though, cotton candy was the worst. Making it might sound like fun. And it is maybe twice, but some of the sugar shoots back at you, impossible to avoid. And its hot so it really sticks to all over anyone that makes it. You go home with sugar sired to you. Most attempts at scrubbing it out are not going to do it.”
"Look that Water Slide, Sarina” Rams Mascot observed, with a laugh. "Sorry to spoil Soldier Sam’s story. Was it a good one?"
"It might have been if you hadn't spoiled it," answered Sarina "What did you do it for?"
"Oh, just to see him get distracted” replied Rams Mascot. He'll be reminded that I am in charge the rest of the day, and will hardly dare occupy your attention in front of me next time."
First Soldier Sam took Sarina on an indoor dark ride. It was a ride with boats that floated along past scenes. It had just been remodeled to a new theme, and in one room rather than remodel it into something else [the room was previously just mirrors with space lights that flashed] The designers had pretty much just left that room completely dark.
Like clockwork, the instant Solider Sam and Sarina would hit that dark room, they’d start a raucous, just messing with people. Only Sarina and Soldier Sam’s Super Vision would adjust and they could see fairly clearly, and even if other people were a foot or two away from them, they wouldn’t see the two of them.
So Soldier Sam and Sarina did lots of stuff. They would Splash Waves to rock the boats, standing on the edge of their own.  They would make big noises, or bang on their boat. It was a BLAST.
“Isn't Soldier Sam fun?” Sarina exclaimed to Rams Mascot when they got off the ride.”I wish you could have seen him!"
Sarina laughed about the fun they had just experienced.
"Let's get ahead of the crowd so we can hurry up to what’s next," Sarina suggested.
Sarina and Soldier Sam ran through the crowd. Once well ahead of the masses they slowed down to a walk again.
"Soldier Sam says we'll go on the “Scrambler” next,” announced Sarina
"Oh, Yes. And that’s only your second ride here” responded Rams Mascot. “Are you glad?"
"Yes, I believe I am.” responded Sarina.
"Well, you're a Mascot and can do things too" offered Sarina. "Can't you do things?"
"You know I can” replied Rams Mascot. What do you suppose they'd say if I were to ride out that Bumper Car Race? The whole audience would have a fit."
"Who'd have a fit? Nobody but Soldier Sam, and I didn't know you'd gotten afraid of him yet! I say, Just Do It!!  have a race, and then come right back." Rams Mascot looked eager.
"It would be nice," Sarina admitted. Soldier Sam and Sarina caught their eyes together and laughed.
"Why shouldn't I?" asked Rams Mascot. "I don’t really like staying in the moving circles of all these people. What's the sense of it all, anyway?"
"Why, just fuck it then and ride like the devil, I suppose," said Sarina supportively..
"I just might!!” Rams Mascot was getting excited.” I haven’t even been on a ride yet. Besides, you know what Soldier Sam said on the way through the turnstiles at the park entrance?"
"What did Soldier Sam say?" asked Sarina.
"Soldier Sam said I couldn’t even fit in a Bumper Car” responded Rams Mascot. “He said I better stick to the Water Slides.
"Well, why don’t you prove him wrong then?" Sarina challenged him.
"Oh, I will for sure fit in that Bumper Car!" Rams Mascot asserted with all the resolve of a true theme park adventurer. "I've got that all figured out.”
Soon after, Sarina and Soldier Sam were watching the kids drive by on the Tomorrowland Indy Speedway at the Magic Kingdom. They watched a dozen kids slowly drive by before Rams Mascot emerged from behind the corner. He was far too large for the car and was overflowing into the lane next to him. He was wearing an expression of absolute determination which only made it funnier.
Naturally, Soldier Sam and Sarina began laughing so loudly that they overpowered the speedway noises and caught his attention. He looked up, smiled and said in most stereotypical Mascot accent you could imagine:
"Dis is the closest thing to really driving I can get. They took away my license. I can't drive no more!"
To this day, both Sarina and Soldier Sam quote the Rams Mascot anytime they witness a fender bender in LA, which is a lot.
Rams Mascot looked to Sarina for admiration of his cleverness. She seemed convinced. She agreed and sent him to the concession stand for some invented Cotton Candy necessity.
When Rams Mascot was gone and Soldier Sam’s eyes drifted off her for only a moment, Sarina started tearing off in the direction of the “Yankee Clipper” Roller Coaster Running more Rapidly as any scientist had ever measured the Limit of Time.
Riding that Roller Coaster was the one thing Sarina had desired for as long as she could remember and right away Sarina enjoyed the Rush of it. It was Finally happening to the full to The Max.
"I left Sarina here just a few minutes ago," Rams Mascot observed, returning to Soldier Sam "and I guess she's given us the slip. Scold her good for me when she gets back, will you?"
Rams Mascot laughed with good-natured malice at the idea of Soldier Sam ever scolding Sarina. And he figured she would be back at any moment to feast on the Cotton Candy.
What happened next shocked not just Rams Mascot, Sarina and Soldier Sam. But the Massive Crowd that had joined then that day.
In a sudden moment Magic Mountain experienced a huge power outage. There are certain rides that’s a pretty big problem for. Namely, Sarina’s Rollercoaster. The backup to get everyone riding on the rollercoaster without power is a hand crank. So the power is out and there are lots of stressed out adventurers, but not Sarina. She had a cold beer, and knew the power would come right back on.
Sarina saw many people freeze inbetween her and the roller coaster, which made her Dream seem a bit further away for a moment, but then, as Sarina predicted, the power in the Adventure Park went right back on and Sarina’s Dream Experience was just moments away.
Solider Sam straightened up suddenly at what had just happened and quickly turned to Rams Mascot.
"You go back to th' concession stand, load up on as much reinforcements as you can carry, dial Sarina’s number and tell her this--that I've gone scoutin' some, and I want her to watch out for me. Got It?”
"What?" began Rams Mascot, bewildered.
"I'm a-goin' to find Sarina," said Soldier Sam, decidedly.
"You don't think there's any danger, do you?" asked Rams Mascot in a serious tone. "Can't I help you?"
"You do as I tell you," replied Soldier Sam, shortly, and bolted away.
Solider Sam followed the trail to the Rollercoaster quite rapidly, for he knew Sarina would be waiting there. Glancing his eyes ahead, the “Yankee Clipper” Rollercoaster line was discernible through the crowd.
Sarina was not a park employee but was watching everyone that dismounted that Rollercoaster. Every ride. She wanted to see those exhausted smiles for herself. Each ride came to a halt and the gate opened for the Lucky to get off. It started again with the next group of adventurers. Then, after each ride, the gates would open again and again.
"Here, I am, Sarina, lets jump into that Rollercoaster Line.” Soldier Sam had arrived.
Soldier Sam smiled at Sarina and stepped a few paces towards the Rollercoaster. Sarina followed, brimming with anticipation.
“Now What?” Sarina asked.
"Let’s Board that Roller Coaster, Sarina. Your Dream has finally come True!! Soldier Sam was excited beyond all belief too.
Solider Sam and Sarina walked up to the “Yankee Clipper” Rollercoaster Checkpoint and Sarina put her hands over her face and totally broke down. Sarina looked at the Rollercoaster up close so intently that for a moment Sarina saw no other goal in life than to get on that Rollercoaster. Nothing Else!!
"We're in for fight," said Solider Sam, coming back to Sarina after a moment. "There’s a Wrench in Your Dream Experience. We can't make a run for it through this Lockdown. We've just got to stand 'em off."
The Rollercoaster Security Guard would later explain, “I operate rides in an amusement park. I’m letting people into a ride where you have to be a certain size to go. In some rides, someone like Sarina just has to be with an adult to go, but this one says no on all signs, and we are quite strict when it comes to safety.”
I’m measuring Sarina and this is a No Go,” continued the Theme Park Boss, after Soldier Sam demanded to speak with their Supervisor.
“I’m sorry, Sweetie, but you’re a little too small to go. Come back next year, and I’m sure you’ll be able to go!” said the guard of the “Yankee Clipper”
“But I’m already full grown!!” protested Sarina.
“As Sarina started to leave, totally devastated, Soldier Sam yelled to contact me. The worker remembered.
.
“ Hey, hey! What if she just goes with me? Soldier Sam was going to Save the Day for Sarina.

“I’m sorry” replied the Attendant. We have a minimum. It’s for safety reasons. To make sure people fit in the seats.”
“But she’s very brave!” protested Solider Sam.
The Rollercoaster Master was resolute. “I’m sure she wouldn’t get scared, but we could risk her getting hurt, and we don’t want that.”

Soldier Sam was insistent. “But it’s such a close call! She has to go on the Rollercoaster. It’s her Dream! It has to be alright!”
The response was unwavering. “We have strict orders from the State. If it’s okay to just almost too small, where should I then put the limit? Where should I stop?”
Soldier Sam decided to rebel “Hm… good point. Come on, Sarina. Let’s get on that Rollercoaster ANYWAY!
So Soldier Sam took Sarina’s hand and boarded the thrilling “Yankee Clipper” Rollercoaster.
As Soldier Sam was well aware, you sit two per row and couldn’t contain his excitement to accompany Sarina on her very first Rollercoaster Riding Experience.
During the INCREDIBLE RIDE, their response to the massive torque they experienced at the Twist Knots was a moment to be cherished forever. The sharp waves of water grew progressively more dramatic, and Sarina and Soldier Sam held on for dear life.
Coming out of the installation at the top of the drop they see the "Waterfall Finale" and brace themselves for the Spectacular Splash. Out of the danger they came and the ride comes to a grinding halt.
They hear the voice on loudspeaker, "Welcome to the Rollercoaster Club of Champions, Sarina!! We are naming our entire Enterprise of Magic Mountain Adventure Parks after You!!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were thinking about Rams Mascot the whole way. Was he still at Rams Stadium? What did they do with him?
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were thinking about Rams Mascot when their escape pod landed.
 
“Um, Soldier Sam? This doesn’t look like the Moon” Sarina said looking nervously out of the window.
 
“Oh no, we’re on the Moon!” replied Soldier Sam. They put on their space suits noticing that the oxygen tanks only had enough for that day, and headed out of the pod.
 
 
 
Sarina’s and Solider Sam’s eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and Sarina knew the colours of the sea.
 
The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.
 
“Soldier Sam ought to have a pick up truck larger than the boat the partners here rode upon the sea.” Sarina thought to herself.
 
These waves were most abrupt and tall like a monster and each froth-top was a problem in small-boat navigation.
 
Solider Sam squatted in the bottom and looked with both eyes at the several yards of gunwale which separated him from the ocean. His Yankees Cap was almost blowing off his head, and his Protective Vest dangled as he bent to bail out the boat. Often he said:
 
"Damn! That was a Narrow Clip." As he remarked, it he invariably gazed eastward over the broken sea.
 
Sarina, steering with one of the two oars in the boat, sometimes raised herself suddenly to keep clear of water that swirled in over the stern. It was not the most strong oar and it seemed often ready to snap.
 
Soldier Sam started pulling at the other oar, watched the waves and wondered why he was there.
 
At this moment in time Sarina was starting to feel some indifference which comes, temporarily at least, to even the bravest and most enduring when America is attacked, the Navy loses, the ship goes down.
 
Sarina’s Spirit, as master of a vessel is rooted deep in her fabric, though she commanded for a day or a decade, and Sarina had on her the stern impression of a scene in the greys of dawn and later a stump of a top-mast with a white ball on it that slashed to and fro at the waves, went low and lower, and down.
 
Thereafter there was something strange in her voice. Although steady, it was, deep and a of a quality beyond oration or tears.
 
"Keep 'er a little more south, Soldier Sam," said Sarina.
 
"'A little more south,' Sarina" said Soldier Sam in the stern.
 
Sarina considered for a moment that a seat in this boat was not unlike a seat upon a Bucking Bronx Bronco, and by the same token, a Bronx Bronco is not much smaller. In fact, the craft pranced and reared, and plunged like a Bronx Bronco.
 
As each wave came, and Sarina rose for it, she seemed like pole vaulter making at a fence outrageously high. The manner of her scramble over these walls of water is a mystic thing.
 
It was clear that the top of the waves were ordinarily problems in white water, the foam racing down from the summit of each wave, requiring a new leap, and a leap from the air.
 
Then, after bravely bumping a crest, the waves would slide, and race, and splash down a long incline, and arrive bobbing and nodding in front of the next menace.
 
A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just Sarina was just not sure if she should do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dingey you can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience which is never at sea in a dingey.
 
As each slatey wall of water approached, it shut all else from the view of Soldier Sam in the  boat, and it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wave was the final outburst of the ocean, the last effort of the treatcherous water. There was a terrible grace in the move of the waves, and they came in silence, save for the snarling of the crests.
 
Soldier Sam’s eyes must have been grey and glinted in strange ways as they gazed steadily astern. Viewed from a balcony, the whole thing would doubtless have been picturesque.
 
Soldier Sam had no time to see it, and if he had leisure there were other things to occupy his spirit. The sun swung steadily up the sky, and Sarina knew it was broad day because the color of the sea changed from slate to emerald-green, streaked with amber lights, and the foam was like tumbling snow. The process of the breaking day was unknown to Sarina, she and Soldier Sam experienced only of this effect upon the colour of the waves that rolled toward them.
 
In disjointed sentences Soldier Sam tried to communicate "Sarina!! There's a Rescue Regiment just outside of Buccaneer Bay, and as soon as they see us, they'll come off in their boat and pick us up."
 
"As soon as who sees us?" asked Sarina.
 
"The Rescue Regiment” replied Solider Sam.
 
"Rescue Regiments aren’t fully staffed right now, so they don't have crews," said Sarina "As I understand them, they are only places where Gear and Snacks are stored for the benefit of shipwrecked people like us. They don't always come to the rescue."
 
"Oh, yes, they do," said Soldier Sam.
 
"No, they don't," said Sarina. "Well, we're not there yet, anyhow, Soldier Sam.”
 
"Well," said Soldier Sam, "perhaps it's not the Rescue Regiment that I'm thinking of as being near Buccaneer Bay. Maybe it‘s just shelter from the storm."
 
"We're not there yet, Soldier Sam!!" said Sarina.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It continued bumping along but soon it gathered speed and began to soar high. The Starship was off in the sky. Soon it was flying at an incredible speed. At first Soldier Sam felt a bit nervous but Sarina calmed all his fears. Soldier Sam felt thrilled and the stars were overhead.
 
 
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITIES
 
Everything is Quiet. A Ship plummets toward Earth. No one can hear the roar of the ship’s engines. There is no sound in Space.

But inside the Ship, things are different. All the spare parts are working together in a constant, audible Hum. It is quite the experience.

The Guy from outer space comes from a world far away from our own.

He is a Champion in that place. But time is running out for him.

He had found an ancient ring from another planet on his way.

He asks it, “Find my replacement. Find a man on this world.. a man who cares more than he should. Find the Next Captain,”

He can’t hear any response over the Roaring Flames that have suddenly engulfed his ship. The ship is no longer in outer space. It has entered Earth’s atmosphere.

There is nothing quiet about the man flying the Test Plane for the very first time. His name is Soldier Sam. Flying is what he does best.

“You’re taking it too high,” someone says through Soldier Sam’s headset. The voice belongs to Sarina, the woman of his Dreams.

He should really listen to her. But he doesn’t . Instead, Soldier Sam takes the plane higher.

“I’m a Test Pilot, Sarina,” Soldier Sam explained. “I’m going to do my job. Let’s see what this thing can do!”

The Jet continues to climb. Just then, the engines shut off.

“Wait.” Soldier Sam says. He looks down at the controls. There’s no noise coming from them.

Sarina’s radio goes Silent. “Soldier Sam?” Sarina yells into her headset. “Soldier Sam answer me!”

But it is silent on the other end.

Soldier Sam pulls at the controls. They don’t respond. He has only a few seconds to eject before the plane crashes.

Suddenly, everything starts to Glow. A Bright Orange Light, as Orange as an Orange floods the cockpit.

It takes a minute for Soldier Sam’s eyes to adjust. He could soon see clearly. But it takes him much longer to believe his eyes.

His plane is no longer falling. It’s Flying, lifted up by a Shot of Orange Light.

The Orange light finally sets the plane down. Soldier Sam doesn’t recognise the area. There is too much Smoke to see anything.

Then, a Orange beam of light cuts through the smoke.

Soldier Sam follows the beam through the smoke. The ship on the other end of the light is waiting for him. It’s bay door lowers.

The Guy from outer space speaks. It is in a language Soldier Sam has never heard before.

The Ring from outer space translates for him.

“Greetings,” the ring says. “You must be the one I am looking for.”

Soldier Sam isn’t sure what to say. So he says nothing.

“You are not…running away at the sight of me,” says the Guy from outer space. “That tells me the ring has chosen correctly. Your bravery and…

But the guy from outer space is too exhausted. He simply hands Soldier Sam his ring.

The guy from outer space disappears. And so does the ship, fire and smoke. All that’s left is Soldier Sam and the all consuming Orange light shining through his entire body.

The ring will fit perfectly at it’s destination. Soldier Sam takes a step back. Visions fill his head. Planes whistle though the sky all around him.

They are on a mission. Somehow, Soldier Sam identifies with them –even though he has never seen them before.

They are Defenders and Heroes.

The vision ends. Soldier Sam Looks down. He is shocked to see that he is wearing the same strange uniform matching the emblems on the planes.

Sarina’s voice crackles from the Jet’s Radio. “Soldier Sam?” she says. “Can you hear me? Are you there?”

“Great,” Soldier Sam says, exasperated. “How am I going to get this thing airborne again?”

The a Bolt of Orange bursts from Soldier Sam’s ring. It surrounds the Jet. It rises into the air.

“Oh,” Soldier Sam says. I Guess that will work. By the way, I have something special for you.”

Soldier Sam takes a deep breath and signs off the Radio. He smiles. Then he summons all that is left of his concentration and jumps into the air.

And Soldier Sam just keeps going. The Jet follows close behind him in pursuit.

“This is a whole new way of flying!” exclaimed Soldier Sam.

Soon Soldier Sam is back at the base. He walks to the control tower.

“Whaaat?” Sarina called out. How did you get here so fast with what I ----?”

But the explanation would have to wait. Another plane has lost power. It is going down quickly.

With all eyes on the sky, Soldier Sam touches the ring to its final destination to charge it. It Sparks with Energy.

Like a Bolt of lightning, Johnnie shoots into the sky. Sarina aims the Ring and the Orange light beams out like a Shooting Star.

Energy surrounds the falling plane. Sarina closes her eyes. She concentrates with everything she can bring together and the plane lands on the runway.

Sarina was perhaps just as Shocked as Soldier Sam was. “How did I do that? With just this!” she was beside herself with amazement.

For once in his life, Soldier Sam stays quiet. He just smiles at Sarina and takes off for his next mission.

The Orange Force follows him. “In brightest day, in blackest night, you will never be far from me in Spirit. Because of the power of the Orange Light, as Orange as an Orange.

Soldier Sam will use the beam from Sarina’s Orange Light to conquer every obstacle in his way. He will Shine as Bright as the object he found. He will always follow through with the Strength from the Luckiest Spark of Orange Light.
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam connected to the radio when Rams Mascot began to speak.
 
“We’re in space!  We have to get out of here before the adversaries come back! Come on, I know where the escape pod is.”
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were stunned, but they ran as fast as they could down the empty corridor, following Rams Mascot’s lead. They arrived at the escape pod where Rams Mascot explained that you can pick a destination and it will fly you to it.
 
Rams Mascot had no sooner given Sarina and Soldier Sam the coordinates when suddenly a group of adversaries arrived right at the escape pods door!
 
Watching the flanking fleets in action was reassuring to the chairman, as long as they were fighting on your side. Being on the receiving end of the business they administer would not be pleasant, to say the least. When the President has initially proposed the action, the officers had reservations and it was simply unreasonable for anyone to demand otherwise. The concerns manifested themselves to each officer in a unique manner, and repeated exposure helps, since it provides a rich measure of experience to draw on and permits better management conditions for the chairman, which is really all he had ever demanded.
 
On the other hand, experience with the tactics employed by the Mainland also put hardened officers with real-world operations at a disadvantage, since past endeavors had exposed them to no-win scenarios between trying to push the supplies policies forward and not trying at all. The intensity of the return fire from the Mainland was unexpected, even while detailed reconnaissance by the officers had been designed to mitigate losses to the unit, both operationally and politically.
 
 
 An initial pass of the Mainland revealed that significant forces had been established, and it was obvious to the chairman that sustained engagement would be unpractical, as well as untenable. The second plan of attack had prepared for contingencies, but the officers were wary of deploying it because normally such a response is best executed closer to the mainland, and operational measures had not been ordered by the chairman at this distance before. They had to take everything with them to support the flanking fleet. It was always confusing and a big pain in the ass to change tactics at the last minute.
 
 
The position was bordered by the South Sea on one side, and the hilly terrain of an island on the other. To be out of position could be disastrous, so the officers has to get it right and the chairman figured to hell with other considerations. In order to be able to maneuver with any great precision, the pace had to be maintained. The officers were well aware of the problem and only requested that the speed of the operation would be such that they could take it from there for the duration of the exercise. There was almost no expectation of a smooth go at things, just a safe one.
 
 
 
Landings can be fairly gentle to surprisingly rough, it’s all normal and the rougher landings can be intentional.
 
 
 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
It was the day before the Big Rams Game. The first ever in the New Stadium.
 
Sarina was still getting prepared for the Game inside the Stadium. Soldier Sam was disappointed that the Rams Tickets for the big game had somehow disappeared at the Ticket Window.
 
“Are you kidding me?” Soldier Sam was really getting tired of hearing Rams Mascot’s voicemail.
 
Soldier Sam was also really getting tired of standing out in rain. Yes, it was raining in Southern California that day.
 
“That’s figures” thought Soldier Sam. And, of getting his cigarette all wet.
 
Soldier Sam tried the number again. “Hey. This is the Rams Mascot. Sorry I couldn’t catch you, but I’m probably doing something really important.”
 
Rams Mascot had not been tops in Soldier Sam’s book for a while now. During the Rams Games last year, Rams Mascot had always taken forever in the concession stand line.
 
Soldier Sam yanked on the door handle to the Ticket Window and pretended like it was budging. Then came the obnoxious buzz of Ram’s Mascots car racing off behind him. Solider Sam smiled. At least one of his problems was solved. Unfortunately, he still didn’t have a way of getting to Burger King in time for Dinner.
 
.Unfortunately, the only car left in the Rams Stadium Parking Lot didn’t have a driver. Where could the driver be? Would that person take him to Burger King if he gave him or her all the money in her wallet? 10 dollars would be enough incentive, wouldn’t it?
 
“Did you need in here?” Soldier Sam turned his head, and there she was. The one person beside himself that was in the parking lot..
 
And, of course, it was Sarina, the Team Reporter.. The Fans favorite when at the game or doing any other media event. Of course, it had to be the Team Reporter.
 
“No.” Soldier Sam didn’t look at Sarina when he said it
 
“I was just hoping to get a ticket for the Big Game tomorrow.  He looked at his feet. “Thanks.”
 
Soldier Sam expected to look up and see Sarina walking away, but she was still standing right there Soldier Sam looked up..Sarina looked at him. She seemed friendly.
 
“Someone is coming for you, right?” Sarina asked.
 
“Of course. They’re just late.” Soldier Sam replied.
 
The concern stayed with Sarina. “You’re sure?”
 
Soldier Sam glanced at his feet again. “Absolutely.”
 
Sarina still didn’t leave. Soldier Sam still looked at the ground. A few seconds passed. A few more. His  eyes crept to his face. Sarina had a beautiful face and a rockin’ in shape look to her. 
 
 “…if you want to, I’ll give you a lift..” Sarina offered.
 
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“If you’d like to get out of the rain while you wait, my cars right over there.” Sarina pointed. “I’m not in any hurry.”
 
Soldier Sam wasn’t sure how to respond. Sarina was suspicious –the Rams Team Reporter not in a hurry the day before the Big Stadium Opener Game?
 
Soldier Sam was soaked from the Rain. Sarina was starting to get wet too as they stood there staring at each other. The wind struck Soldier Sam in the face, but he didn’t say anything.
 
Sarina was waiting for his reply. Solider Sam was waiting for her to knock his socks off him and drag him to her car.
 
At this point in time Soldier Sam never would have predicted a good outcome from the day. “I’m sure my ride will be here in just a minute.”
 
“Suit yourself.” Sarina started walking to her car.. Got in. Started the engine. Sat there for a moment. Didn’t leave. Why didn’t she leave?
 
“I’ll be fine,” Soldier Sam told himself. He called Rams Mascot again. Got his voicemail. Called again. Got his voicemail. Called agai…
 
 
“No one’s coming, are they?” Sarina cranked up the windshield wipers once she was inside. The radio was already on. Apparently,Sarina liked 70’s R&B music too..
 
“Why are you still here?” Sarina asked again.
 
Soldier Sam didn’t answer. He lit another cigarette and looked down at his feet again.
 
“Any time now.”  Sarina wouldn’t give up.
 
Soldier Sam sighed.
 
“Let’s start easy here,” Sarina said. She turned the radio down so low that it became a buzz in the background. “I’m Sarina. What’s your name?”
 
It was a beautiful thing to Soldier Sam to hear a woman ask him anything in general. All the Rams Fans and Billboards and Posters inside the Stadium had her name on it.
 
 “I’m Soldier Sam.”
 
“Do you like to eat, Soldier Sam?” It’s getting near dinner time now. Like Where?” asked Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina. “Like Burger King I even have some coupons with me.” answered Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam saw Sarina was interested and maybe hungry for dinner too but never in a million years would have dinner with him.
 
“So, you like Whoppers with Cheese, Onion Rings and Orange Soda then.” deduced Sarina..
 
“What about Zesty Sauce, Soldier Sam? I bet you like Zesty Sauce all over your face. A mess not even a handful of napkins could conquer.
 
“So there’s a sense of humor under all that mysteriousness.” The smile grew on Soldier Sam’s face.
 
Sarina’s hands were resting on the steering wheel. It made Solider Sam wonder if she really wasn’t in a hurry or if she was just trying to be nice. Soldier Sam figured she just wasn’t in a hurry. Soldier Sam didn’t know any other women that would be nice to him. This would be a first.
 
Soldier Sam actually laughed a little. It seemed to surprise both of them. It wasn’t as if what Sarina had said was all that funny, but it felt like the kind of joke you would share with a good friend. The easiness of it made the moment slightly wonderful.
 
“Are you ready to explain yourself now?” asked Sarina.
 
Sarina wasn’t someone Soldier Sam would predict would ever talk to him.
 
Another sigh from Soldier Sam. “Do you know Rams Mascot, Sarina”
 
Sarina turned the music the rest of the way off. Turned her entire attention to him. “I definitely know Rams Mascot.”
 
Really everyone knew Rams Mascot. He was somewhat notorious at Rams Stadium. He was an infamous installation at the Stadium, and Solider Sam knew it when he asked Rams Mascot for a ride.
 
“So, you didn’t expect to need another ride when you came to Rams Stadium today?” asked Sarina.
 
“And, there was no else to ask?” Sarina’s hands had tightened around the wheel.
 
Confession time. “I couldn’t call the cab company. Soldier Sam admitted. “ They’ve been dealing with me for weeks. I always call for a ride and jump right out of the car without paying fare.
 
“What are you still doing here?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“What it looks like.” Sarina said. “I’m taking you to Burger King.”
 
“But, I didn’t ask you to.” Soldier Sam was shocked.
 
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam like he was absolutely crazy “But, you need me to.”
 
“It’s really okay,” Soldier Sam said. “Rams Mascot will come eventually.”
 
Sarina didn’t listen. “Which Burger King?”
 
The closest one, of course. I’m hungry!” Soldier Sam was ready to go.
 
“Thank you, Sarina.” They were outside Burger King. They had made it without a scratch.
 
They were about to part ways. But Soldier Sam didn’t want Sarina to leave. Not yet. The dryness inside the car made Soldier Sam very happy, but that wasn’t the only thing that had. They had had a lot of time to talk on the ride home thanks to the rain, multiple red lights and the broken gas gauge on Sarina’s car.
 
It had not been a normal ride due to the conditions outside, but it had given them both the chance to learn more about the other. Soldier Sam had found out Sarina grew up in the Bronx, and since Soldier Sam had also lived there for a while it gave Soldier Sam the opportunity to talk to her about something other than the Rams, something no one else would have done that was stranded in the Rams Stadium Parking lot that day.
 
Sarina had been more interested in lots of things other than the Rams, more than Soldier Sam would have guessed.
 
Along the way, the car had stopped and they’d had to get out and push. Soldier Sam’s socks were still wet, but the moment when he had fallen face-first into the ditch had been worth it. Sarina seemed to have felt the same way about him too.
 
“How you doing after that long car ride? ” Soldier Sam asked now.
 
Sarina laughed. “Like feasting on a Whopper with Cheese, Onion Rings and an Orange Soda. Zesty Sauce and free refills on the Orange Soda too of Course. You?”
 
“Same.”
 
“I guess we should probably get on that then,” Sarina said. She got ready to open the door on her side. “Would you happen to want me to have dinner with you tonight, Soldier Sam?”
 
“Only if Rams Mascot or anyone else in the World doesn’t want to too,” Soldier Sam replied. They hadn’t broached the subject on meaningful relationships yet, but Soldier Sam was surprised she would have dinner with him since then, since he was sure that Sarina must have someone to eat dinner with other than him.
 
Sarina was so Beautiful and popular and charming not to. Not to mention fun to talk too.
 
Sarina’s response was surprising to Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina replied “I didn’t think that I had anyone, but I’m sure they won’t mind. Imaginary Best Friends seem to be very understanding in these situations.”
 
Soldier Sam’s smile probably got a little too wide at that comment, but he didn’t care. It shocked him to know that there was not someone she was so into, and he felt so much better, that she wasn’t all locked up for dinner that night.
 
Soldier Sam put his hand on the door handle. Opened the door. Felt the rain that was still hitting the pavement the short walk they had in front of them from their parking spot to a Delicious Dinner.
 
“I would LOVE for you to have dinner with me tonight at Burger King, Sarina!!.” Soldier Sam’s voice showed he could not contain his excitement.
 
“Alright.” Sarina reached for the volume knob and turned off the radio before stepping Her Hotness into Burger King with Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam was beaming as they went inside. Not even thinking about the Ticket Window where all the Rams Tickets had apparently disappeared into thin air.
 
But as we shall see Sarina had an even bigger Surprise for Solider Sam at dinner. He would get to see the Ram’s Game inside the Brand New Stadium anyway!!
 
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
 
Feeling the effects of the day outside, and of a tumbler full of Cupid’s Bourbon, Sarina and Soldier Sam sat outside Cupid’s office.
 
 
"There's Cupid, Soldier Sam!” Sarina pointed to the Matchmaker with all the skills.
 
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam with concern. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open and she did not want him to pass out right there and then in Cupid’s office. After a minute Sarina called for Cupid.
 
'Could you possibly have a minute, Cupid? Soldier Sam and I got some Valentines Day Activity ideas.' Sarina asked.
 
Cupid arrived with a tranche of suggestions sent in from here and there, but digging through them yielded nothing that kept Cupid’s interest.
 
'How about it, Soldier Sam? Got anything?' Cupid inquired.
 
Soldier Sam braced himself to an effort.
 
'I like ‘Good Morning Take off’ Soldier Sam said--then looked desperately at his scrawl on his notepad paper, 'or else “Aviators with Heart’
 
Cupid smiled. “Aviators with Heart?”.. I think you got something interesting there.
 
Cupid continued,  “For my money it wins as far as a title goes, but what is the actual activity? You aren’t going to storm an airport with Sarina, are you?”
 
'I've got to take a short break,' announced Soldier Sam. “This Bourbon is really getting to me.
 
'There's an empty office across the way.” Cupid informed Soldier Sam. “Sarina? You holding your Bourbon okay?”
 
“Thanks for your concern, Cupid, but I am doing just fine. Never been better, actually. I’m ready to back this Valentines Day Activity up myself, even if Soldier Sam is out of commission for the moment” Sarina replied.
 
Soldier Sam entered the office again.
 
 “That's an intriguing headliner, Soldier Sam. But you’ve got to convince me that the activity has merit,” Cupid said. Or else, I’m going to throw you out of the office and you will be without anything to do on Valentines Day. How do you like that?'
 
As Soldier Sam stepped up, Sarina pressed the Airplane Prototype into his hands.
 
“Look Cupid, I made a small-scale model of an F-18 Super Hornet Fighter Jet out of popsicle sticks. I have a plan to make the next round of engineering into something much more exciting.” Promised Soldier Sam.
 
'Good work, Soldier Sam,' Sarina encouraged him to say more.
 
Soldier Sam seized the opportunity and put the Popsicle Stick Work of Art on Cupid’s desk, and prepared to make his argument for why building the next prototype round would be a worthwhile, fun and engaging activity for Sarina and Solider Sam to build their relationship stronger and take it next level.
 
'Feel--better—now that I had a few minutes away from the Bourbon Bottle but here I am back again.” Soldier Sam decided to take a moment and try to grab the Bourbon Bottle out of Sarina’s Iron Grip.
 
“So, Cupid” Soldier Sam started to explain, “It’s like this. Any Walmart will have quite a few models for Sarina and I to choose from. We will be sure to pick something out that we both like and try painting and gluing it together.”
“Well, If you two both enjoy it and it turns out well, maybe you found a new hobby. If it turns out terribly, at least you both can have a laugh, and you have a good story.” Cupid Responded.
“Yes, Cupid. Soldier Sam and I have a plan for every conceivable contingency” Stated Sarina. If there’s no beach nearby for our airplane masterpiece to take off from.. Not to worry. The hardware store sells play sand.
“That will be the perfect setting for us to spend Valentines Day, Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. We’ll get some of that, a flat surface, some water, a place you don’t mind getting wet and sandy, and we’re good to go. When It comes time to do the flight demonstration, we  could do a full-on beach day away from the beach!”
"You trusted Soldier Sam, didn't you Sarina?” Cupid asked. “That tells the whole story." Cupid turned back to Soldier Sam. "You’re a wisher and a dreamer, Soldier Sam. I have decided to approve your “Aviators with Hearts” concept for Valentines Day.
 
 
"Well, we certainly came up with a  good story this time, Sarina," Soldier Sam was proud of Sarina’s contributions to the effort. Contributions that would grow more and more exciting, as subsequent Valentines Days came to pass, well into the future.
 
"Yes. That's right, Solider Sam” Sarina affirmed.. We'll make that “Aviators with Heart." Activity concept the most productive Valentines Day the world has ever seen!”
 
"Isn't that something?" marveled Cupid. "With all this secrecy surrounding your Valentines Day Plans how was I to know about Sarina’s remarkable and versatile Skill Sets?”
 
But I do know a good story when I hear it!” Cupid concluded. I hope that you two have a Fabulous Flight well into Valentine’s Night!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TRAINING
 
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
 
“I have heard,” began Rams Mascot, as a trainer would, “strange reports from Planet X about you, Soldier Sam,  stories of how you, in trying to leave your orbit, have caused great upheaval upon the surface. Is this true?” The Soldier Sam hesitated, remembering the tidal floods his attempted deviation from his orbit had caused. Only once did I attempt such a thing,” replied Soldier Sam with the truth.
 
Apart from the fact that all limitations to the unit must be met and exceeded, the sheer weight of the decisions would be nearly insurmountable to most people, but most officers has succeeded at even more difficult tasks in the past. The chairman hot wired the operation and proceeded to drive down the bearing that has been set before. The unit and the resistance on the mainland had conflicting versions of the final account. It seemed like the officers were not as quite united as they should have been, but all historical records would show that the Mainland had precipitated the most heavy degree of the shelling.  The unit was fortunate enough to be able to make a break for it once the assault had quieted down.  It was overkill, to be sure, but it put the message across for good. The Mainland would have to think twice before instigating conflict with Oceana in the future.
 
In the course of the brief, someone piped up and said, “Sir, you know we can’t actually do that.” In the silence that followed we could see some in the room thought we could, while others were nodding in agreement that we could not. With that, we had the scenario for a Fleet Problem with the mandate to “go find out.” We learned that the doctrine and assumptions in one area had removed the capability to implement key tactics in another. Having never performed the task together in theatre, the disconnect never was identified clearly. It was not until we tried to execute under realistic, true free-play conditions that we discovered the problem’s causal factors, leading to the ability to apply solutions.
 
In discussion with the staff, we frame the problem that is given to a unit or formation. For example, it is critical that we be able to operate carrier strike groups [CSGs] in areas of significant submarine threat. Our traditional approach to this challenge would be to create an antisubmarine warfare [ASW] exercise, tasking ships to act as targets within a set geographic area.
 
The chairman had expressed explicit concerns with the state of supplies returning low for yet another month. Two different types of supplies would be required for the entire island and the officers knew that, if consolidated into one supply type the chairman could supply the entire planet in half the time than two fleets providing supplies to the entire theatre of operations, increasing security. The damn mandate at the terminal had been switched. So the chairman thought that he could handle it, given the right policy tools and the right colors. The meeting had been pushed back two weeks so the officers could discuss the substance of the directive. They were tired of being short of supplies. The whole process was because the HQs system that had guaranteed supply in the past had to be substituted for  new parts. All the officers believed that a united front would be most valuable in this case. The officers had established a clear line of both the substitutes contributing to supplies and to defence, and the Mainland still maintained a distance. Time was running out. If one or the other would arrive, then folks would be more principled in resisting the desire of wanting to fuck someone else up instead in return for the policy. Clearly, both sides deserved a beatdown.
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE
 
 
Solider Sam walked into the Canteen with one goal in mind.
 
Drink lots of Orange Soda all night long with Sarina.
 
The Canteen on Base was packed for the festivities, but Solider Sam was thanking God that he didn’t realise just how many people were in sight focusing on him.
 
Soldier Sam’s gaze swept over the familiar bar, now restored to glory by generous acts of Congress.
 
The once designated solitary Soldier Sam had happily settled down with Sarina, and even now as they worked the crowd, they kept exchanging Loving glances that would’ve been fine if it wasn’t totally overboard from the perspective of everyone who went out that night.
 
Soldier Sam raised his hand in greeting some of Sarina‘s close friends and family, and slid onto a bar stool next to Sarina. A wave of happiness washed over him. Really? In the past, they’d always gathered at a bar to tie a few on and make Love to each other with words.
,
It seems Sarina’s friends and partners had appreciated how overwhelmed he was by the crowd, and left him alone. Solider Sam was relieved he didn’t have to meet everyone that night.
 
Some of Sarina’s very closest friends grinned and patted Solider Sam on the shoulder. “Glad you made it, chief. You doing okay?”
 
He tried not to create a mess of things. Really inside he was practically glowing with his arm firmly wrapped around Sarina. “Yeah, fine. Hi..”
 
“Hi, Soldier Sam. We have a platter of mozzarella sticks coming. Do you want anything else?”
 
“No, thanks.”
 
Some more of Sarina’s friends glided over and produced another Orange Soda for Solider Sam“Hey, dude. You okay?”
 
“Why is everyone asking me if I’m okay?” Soldier Sam asked. He took a long gulp of the Orange Soda, trying to play it cool. “This is the best Orange Soda I have ever had! These bartenders are Pros in my book.”
 
“Cause you don’t look happy,” Sarina’s Friend noted.
 
Soldier Sam dragged in a breath, wondering why it was obvious. He was doing his best to hide his worries about the big crowd.
 
Sarina and Solider Sam had exchanged vows to avoid all the expensive dinners and pricey flowers, making sure their guests knew the whole objective was to just celebrate with Orange Soda. Who could ask for more!
 
“Just a bit worn out from how significant the day has been. Don‘t be concerned on my behalf. Another Orange Soda and Mozzarella Stick is all I need.
 
“Where are all of Sarina co-workers? Asked Soldier Sam.
 
“Got stuck at practice. Can you believe there is practically no offseason? I guess they want to keep busy but it’s not like the reporters need to hear their every thought when the regular season is still 4 months away.
 
“I know” Solider Sam agreed. “Give me a break. No one cares how much they can bench press in April.“
 
Another one of Sarina’s friends glided over, leaning over the bar with concern. “Hey, do you not like the Orange Soda? You okay?”
 
Soldier Sam’s response was slow. Damnit. He couldn’t help but wish there was something else to talk about what everyone else thought was so interesting. He couldn’t care less but acted excited sometimes just because of Sarina.
 
It was really nice Sarina’s family cared about him because he wanted more than anything part of the group, and honestly? They were the coolest people to hang out with.
 
Soldier Sam’s life before Sarina had been an unmitigated disaster, the whole time  hoping he’d finally find someone as wonderful as Sarina to chart out the future for him. He would be completely lost without her.
 
“I’m good.” Soldier Sam was trying really hard to make it a beautiful night for Sarina.. Thanks for checking on me. And I love this Orange Soda.”
 
Soldier Sam was so glad Sarina was going to be in charge and take the lead.
 
“Hey, my family quite a distance from Los Angeles made it!” Sarina said happily, standing up and waving to them over to the bar.
 
“Hi guys! Soldier Sam tried. I’m so glad you all were able to get here!


From the moment they met, Soldier Sam reminded Sarina of a lost puppy stuck in a shelter each time he spoke to anyone except her.
 
Soldier Sam’s ability to conduct amphibious raids on the beach had made him a a bit of a Rockstar to everyone that needed equipment delivered. But no one else outside of that group had any clue and Solider Sam liked it that way.
 
The bartender sensed Solider Sam was struggling. “Can I get you another cold one?”
 
“Yes, please. Another Orange Soda.” Soldier Sam was grateful for the brief distraction.
 
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina for the one millionth time and took in her outfit choice for today. Simply Beautiful. As Hot as a guy could dream of.
 
Sarina was dressed up for the big occasion, really making Solider Sam excited for that aspect of the night. Sarina was the best thing that ever happened to him.
 
The  mozzarella sticks arrived and Solider Sam tried to focus on how wonderful they would taste. Another welcome distraction to what had turned into a Social Tidal Wave.
 
Soldier Sam took as long as he could drinking his Orange Soda, snacking on the mozzarella sticks, and talking with Sarina. They had taken a little break from the crowd before Sarina’s family came back from a game of darts to order another round of Orange Soda.
 
Soldier Sam got up from the Bar. “Here, sit and get comfortable. I would love to spend some quality time with you guys this evening.
 
“Oh, that‘s okay, Solider Sam.”
 
He remained standing. “I’m not going to sit while you stand. Just sit.”So Sarina’s family settled down at the table and thank God there was still a Spot for Solider Sam at the table.
 
Being with Sarina’s family was the best part of Stuff like this.
 
“Great! You guys are super nice tonight” Solider Sam was indeed thankful for their support.
 
“We’re not surprised you appreciate the beauty of this special night, Soldier Sam “We know chatting people up its not your strong suite, but we also know you love Sarina more than anything else and would do anything for her. Even navigate a Social Tidal Wave.”
 
In his darkness days Sarina gives Solider Sam a blinding ray of sunshine. For that Solider Sam is so Grateful beyond what anyone else on earth could comprehend happening in the Heart.
 
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
When the Sun Exploded destroying earth Rams Football games were cancelled and your ship has been orbiting in space ever since. Resources are growing thin and conflict is slowly spreading. All the Rams Fans on Earth have been forced to live together aboard the Starship, and it's a miracle this arrangement has lasted this long.
 
But now the powerplants engines are failing and the workshops have run out of metal. Soldier Sam is a Junker, sent to salvage materials from distant galaxies and bring it up to your ship for reuse. Rams Mascot was still on another planet and you've been trying for years to find him––amidst all your Missions.
 
One day you find an ancient VHS tape and you plug it in only to see a video of Rams Stadium, when Earth still existed and sure enough, there was Rams Mascot, leading all the fans in Rams Stadium into a state of madness. This whips up Soldier Sam’s nostalgia and you both just exist for a moment in the beauty of it all.
 
You also find an electronic version of Rams Mascot’s current diary. He too is in search of Planets in the Galaxy and has the advantage of stealth and greater mobility.
 
Rams Mascot has been trying to reach your Starship to brief you on the Results of his Intergalactic Mission to find a New Home for Rams, one in which a Stadium could be built to Monster Specifications, the likes of which the Galaxies had never seen since the Beginning of Time..
 
But your excitement ends there, swiftly changing to shock as you realize it's all a fabrication, it's all a power play, and Soldier Sam planted the tape just to distract you from his devious operations in the engine room.
 
Soldier Sam’s plan to take over the ship is deeply entrenched in the opinions of some of the crew, and Soldier Sam has a plan to launch your spaceship on a voyage in search of a distant world, a world where there is no Rams Football. It’s up to you to stop him and you have come up with a brilliant Plan of your own.
 
Sarina squeezed the edges of the console.. “You try to fly that shuttle out of here before we’ve managed this evac and I’ll lock it to the docking bay. We’re not leaving until we finish help the crew.”
 
 
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam needed  a command structure--  incident leadership. But there was nothing. The crew stirred in the hidden department
“Everybody on the should have an RFID locator chip so the crew could rescue or retrieve them if they went missing,” Sarina decided.
Soldier Sam said, “Well, they’re missing now.” His hands moved over his console.
Sarina’s countdown on the evacuation alert reached 2 minutes. She checked to make sure that the decompression doors were engaged and the circulation vents closed between 3 North and the rest of the area.
Sarina’s hands shook—what if I had forgotten to do that?” she asked.
They would have closed on their own, Sarina told herself. Assuming the system worked. Which felt like a big assumption right now.
“Decompressing in eight, seven, six—”
Sarina uncovered the shielded toggle and recognized a problem. “Damn it,” she said. “I need the keys!”
Soldier Sam tossed them to Sarina without looking. The arc was high because of the gravity, but Sarina managed to reach up, straining at the end of the tether, and snag them.
As Sarina fitted the key, oxygen levels dropped through Sector 3, North and South. The fire would put itself out eventually, but there were concerns about that too.
“Soldier Sam, please check to make sure 3 South is isolated from 3 North?” Sarina asked.
“It looks OK,” Soldier Sam replied. Sarina half-expected him to ignore her, but apparently a real crisis made them temporary allies.
Sarina turned the key.
On the screens, a puff of atmosphere and debris jetted from the outside surface of 3 North. And there wasn’t any debris in it, which was a relief.
“Fire’s out,” Sarina said. “I think, anyway. Infrared shows the temperature dropping at the source.”
“That’s a relief,” said Soldier Sam.
Fire could rekindle, despite being deprived of atmosphere, if it had melted through oxygen supply lines.
“Right, I should temporarily seal off all oxygen feeds to 3 North. I should have done that first. I was not ready for this job” Sarina admitted..
Sarina used the keys and flipped another locked toggle, triple-checking that it was the right one. Belatedly she remembered to say, “Shutting down ox to 3 North.”
Soldier Sam said, “I have a bunch of RFID tags in Sector 8. Looks like they’re in the backup Ops center.”
“Why’d they evacuate this one?” Sarina asked.
“We should go back to the shuttle,” Soldier Sam, replied.
“You might be right, Soldier Sam. Sarina opened her mouth to say so, and the entire world lurched. A terrible rending sound, like some Monster snapping a rubber band, rang through the hab.
Sarina bounced off the deck as lights that had been amber flared red. Except Soldier Sam, who still hadn’t clipped in. Soldier Sam bounced off the ceiling, cursing, then bounced off the deck.
Soldier Sam hauled himself to his feet. “It’s just a drill. It’s just a drill.”
“That was a cable snapping. It’s not a drill!”
Sarina said, “Check!,” and Soldier Sam stretched out to touch her, not unclipping.
“I’m fine,” Soldier Sam snapped, he grabbed the rail on the edge of the console and snapped his harness leads to it. “Stupid way to get hurt.”
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football?”
 
“I’m on Planet ASCELLA! Check it out, Sarina!”
Planets heating mechanism is atmosphere’s interaction with ion’s in the planet’s magnetic field, or gravity waves from the planet’s interior that dissipate in the atmosphere.
 
“Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
'Will you be wanting me during this video conference call, Sarina?' asked Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam with surprise and went out in front of the Starship Radio Console.
 
Rams Mascot was certainly there on Planet X. Rams Mascot looked strong and imposing, dressed of course in his Rams Jersey. Soldier Sam was sporting his Rams Jersey as well that day, just to get another look going other than his Metal Junking Get Up.
 
Sarina looked at Rams Mascot with formal respect. 'Hear you want to go on some sets on  the Planet to test potential for Rams Games,' said Sarina,
 
 'You friends with Soldier Sam?' asked Sarina.
 
'Acquaintances,' said Rams Mascot. 'May I present you to images of the Planet X Surface Terrain?”
 
Probably Deep Faked Images, thought Soldier Sam skeptically. Rams Mascot would play the heavy who owned the Planet if he got the chance.
 
Maybe The Fans would put Sarina on it. Why not? Sarina sure knew how to broadcast that stuff:
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!!
 
Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
Landing is less harsh than a speed bump, but the plane will hit the ground and will slide a bit when it brakes on the runway.
 
 
 
PLANET X ADVENTURE ACTIVITIES
 
 
Sarina climbed out of her fighter jet after a long sortie and called to her Friend. “I’ve got a load of special Easter eggs.” Daylight was fading on the remote base. Clumps of vivid sand dunes dotted the periphery.
Soldier Sam pulled in next to Sarina, and piled his Humvee high with garbage bags full of plastic eggs.
The egg hunt for the new recruits was over and they were all enjoying their chocolate candies. Sarina and her friend had organised a special new event, a twilight egg hunt for the Troops that had been on station the longest, an event that would collectively boost the morale of all the Troops in the Brigade.
Sarina’s friend handed her itemised list. “The eggs with chocolates, jelly beans and marshmallow treats have been separated into different bags and Sarina’s Plan was to scatter them all over the area.” Last Year’s Easter Egg Hunt Event had so much candy the Troops felt the effects of the Sugar high for weeks after the event, providing a much needed bump in morale levels.
Sarina directed some of the troops that had nothing to do that day to grab the bags and start up the hill to a wide, open field at the top.
Soldier Sam handed over bulging bags of plastic eggs filled with candy. “I think that’s it.”
Sarina’s Friend blew a huge sigh of relief. “All those eggs, all that candy, all over the base. It’s a wonder the grunts didn’t eat everything, they are so tired of their MRE’s.”
Sarina’s friend grabbed two lanterns, gave her one, and took her hand. “This should go well with our Luck. It’s for a good cause. How many troops are turning up?”
“We had to have a lottery and close registration at as high a number as we could there was so much interest, with several eggs allocated for each participant.”
Sarina checked in with the volunteers assisting with the water bottle tables and first aid station, should any of the Guys get dehydrated. Each participant would receive a glow necklace to be visible in the dark and new backpack for their eggs.
Sarina checked her watch. “Thanks to daylight savings time, the hunt starts in one hours time on dot. We’ll have twilight for fifteen or twenty minutes, then pitch darkness by the time the Hunt is underway.”
“Our job is keeping grunts in the tents so they don’t ruin everything, right?” her friend inquired.?”
“Yup. The Troops on patrol pitched a fit when they found out about the twilight hunt. They were out first thing this morning stringing the Yellow Caution tape. I think it adds a nice element of urgency to the scene, nice touch, don’t you?”
“Hostile Forces Easter bunnies? Her friend laughed. What a great idea! Did you think that up all by yourself?”
“Kind of. I searched the internet for some good ideas” Sarina admitted.
The participants lined up behind the start line, armed with their backpacks they hoped to fill, wearing their standard issue gear with big pockets in their backpack. were all stretching and jockeying for position, intent on making a fast start.
Sarina warned them to stay within assigned boundaries, and not to wander off into hostile territory. She announced flashlight turn-on, and then blew her whistle. The horde swarmed up the hill, full of anticipation.
“Whoa, there they go!” Sarina laughed with delight. She was so glad she had designed such a fun activity for the Troops, who were fighting boredom, they had been deployed for so long without relief.
The hillside was ideal for the hunt, the participants discovered plastic eggs far and wide and swarmed onto the open field at the top, shining their flashlights on the uneven ground now far from their headquarters on the base.
A group of troops stopped to examine their eggs, gobbling candy and comparing their eggs to each other and consuming chocolate right away since it was so tasty, also checking out some of the vouchers that Sarina had made sure were in some of the Eggs. “Hey, I got two days off of PT.” Several found free phone minutes to call home. Another shook his egg. “I hear money inside. I wonder how much?”
His egg was taped shut. “Probably just an extra MRE token,” someone called out.
Another Guy approached him. “Can I help with the tape? You found an egg that’s not part of the hunt. I want to make sure it’s safe.” He pulled off the Tape with his pocket knife, and in the light from the team lantern, slit the tape on the plastic egg.
“Do you think it’s safe to open it? I don’t want some trick like getting ink all over my hand.”
The Lucky Guy shook it. “It just sounds like a coin. Come on, let’s open it.”
He twisted the two parts of the egg apart, and pried it open. A quarter-sized gold coin was inside.
“All that for nothing. It’s just a toy coin.” He threw the plastic egg on the ground in disappointment.
But another picked up the coin and pulled on his night vision goggles. “It’s an American Eagle gold coin. The face value is 20 dollars, but it’s worth much more than that. Its value is based on the gold content.”
The Guy says, the Face value of that little coin is worth 20 bucks, but It’s worth even more than that?” He decided to Radio Sarina.
“Oh, you were the Lucky One to find it. Some generous organisation back home crowd sourced a fund just for this Easter Hunt. Brace Yourself, that coin is worth 10 thousand Bucks!”
“Wow,” the others couldn’t believe it. “Where’d you find that egg with the tape? Let’s find some more.”
He tucked the coin in his boot for safekeeping.
The participants scattered over the field in teams of two, scanning the uneven ground.
“What do you think?” one of them asked their partner..
“I’m stunned I wonder who left it. I’ve seen advertisements for coins like this on Fox Television when I am back on leave, usually the big Gold ones, but I’ve never held one.”
“We can do some research when we get home,” he went on “But what do we do about the gold coin? Should we Radio Sarina and give our names so no one tries to steal it from us?”
“Not a bad idea. “ So they radioed Sarina who was in the crowd at the start line, and explained the situation. She answered right away.
Sarina smiled. “The Base Unit Commander agrees with you. Finders keepers, for now.”
Then Sarina blew her whistle. “Egg count time! How many eggs does everyone have?”
The soldiers rummaged in their pockets and bags, counting.
Now Sarina’s radio was lighting up every couple of seconds. “We found more eggs wrapped with tape! The calls kept coming Should we open them?”
“Of course.” Sarina said. “But give us your names and MOS so we will be sure to have a record of it, you can keep the coins.”
So they all slit the tape with their standard issue pocketknives. Sarina jotted down contact information. Each held an American Eagle gold coin.
Sarina finished taking names. “Okay, listen up. These little gold coins are worth a lot more than 20 dollars.
Don’t lose them”, Sarina warned. Put them back in a plastic egg, screw it shut, and keep it safe. Take the coins back to base and explain how you found them. If they have questions, tell them to call me at the station.”
Sarina decided to inform everyone else who had not participated in the Easter Egg Hunt. “We’ve had an interesting development at the hunt. In addition to the many plastic eggs containing candy hidden by the organisers, an unknown person left several other eggs, each containing a gold American Eagle Coin.
“Those coins are valuable. The Base Chief instructed me to take names and contact information of the Guys who found them. When they get back, we make a final determination of ownership.”
The crowd broke into excited chatter, some were ready to charge back up the hill. So Sarina shouted, “The hunt is over, and the hunt territory is closed. It’s time to go home, folks.”
When the participants got back, they were anxious to get on the internet and learn more about the gold coins. Sarina had assembled soup and sandwiches for all the participants since they had skipped dinner for the Egg Hunt.
“Did you notice if the coin had a date in Roman numerals?” Sarina asked.
One of the Guys responded. “Yes, I think it did, though I couldn’t get a close look.”
Sarina gazed at the printed image of the Twin Towers on the front of the coin, an American eagle hovering over a nest on the reverse. “They’re beautiful. I wonder where you can buy and sell them.”
“Coin dealers, I would imagine. The small coins are usually sold in stacks to people who can’t think of anything better to do with their savings than keeping Gold Coins under their Mattress. I’m not saying they should be day trading from breakfast to dinner, but at least you should look around a little bit for a better investment.
Anyway, Department of Defense Officials back in Washintgon, D.C. will have to determine if the Lucky ones can keep them. Finders keepers precedent laws indicate they can.”
Sarina’s friend decided to jump in. “It’s all a mystery, but we’ll get it resolved. Otherwise, the event went well. I’m sure Sarina’s group will be asked to do it again next year.”
“Thanks so much for all the excitement!”
“You know it, Sarina.” Her friend offered his water bottle, since Sarina mouth had gotten so dry yelling into the Radio all that time with not a moment to rest.
Sarina drank her water in thirsty gulps, and wiped her lips.
The Lucky ones waited, sure they would get an idea about the source of the coins.
“I’ve got it. I remember those gold coins. Years ago, we had a coin shop back home. It was a little hole in the wall behind Main Street. The owner was robbed, and His State Farm “Discount Double Check” reimbursed him, but he gave up the shop and continued as a coin dealer online. I’m wondering if the gold coins came from that heist.”
Sarina was more concerned that most of the others in the Unit had now rushed all over the hunt territory convinced there are more eggs filled with gold coins.
We’re having a terrible time keeping them out of the Hunt area. Once word gets out, everyone responsible for guarding the base will have deserted their post for those coins.”
“Suddenly Sarina’s radio activated again. “Excuse me, may I have a word with you?” a mystery man asked.
“I heard about the twilight Easter egg hunt, and decided to have some fun with the Troops. I’ve done very well for myself in Life and got all kinds of coins, and nobody to give them to.” He continued.
So I took a roll of those gold coins, and put them in plastic eggs. I taped them up real good, and sent them to your base since officials had told me that this was the location were morale was the Lowest.
Sarina smiled. “So, it was you.”
The Mystery Man took a deep breath. “I wanted to do some good for Lots of Soldiers. I wanted to give them the excitement of finding the coins. You and your friend were smart to realise that the coins were real.
But I still own the rights to them, he continued and I wanted to make a bunch of Troops happy, on other bases as well.”
Once Sarina’s group had collected all the gold coins, she invited the Mystery Man to come visit that base and join in the excitement when the entire Troop Contingent was rewarded, not just the participants who had discovered the Gold Coins.
So every single Troop at the Base, as well as all the other Bases Stuck in the Sand got a Major Permanent Upgrade to their Mess Hall and several other amenities. The troops would be sure to appreciate stuff like that improving their morale each and every day with the Simplest of things, like a Great Meal.
And Sarina made a promise she would go to work on a repeat of the twilight Easter egg hunt next spring, even though it won’t have as unbelievable an ending next time, since the element of surprise was all used up this year.
But maybe Sarina could use her extreme creative Talents to create something that had never been done before that could be more of an element of surprise with another fun activity on another Holiday, like Independence Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving or Christmas.
“The Morale of all the troops in the Region improved thanks to Sarina’s hard work on the Project, becoming Driving Force behind teaching everyone involved a valuable lesson in Sharing and Teamwork that all the Troops will be sure to utilise in the Future during Critical Missions with much at Stake.
“Thanks Sarina!” they all would always say whenever she Visited. You really put in some hard Work on this One. We all love you and appreciate your effort.”
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
 
Sarina has to push certain circuit breakers in, and program navigation computers. Also she usually gets clearance from the control tower before the engines are turned on.
 
 
 
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave, the wind was messing up Sarina’s hairdo, and as the craft plopped its stern down again the spray splashed past..
 
The crest of each of these waves was a hill, from the top Soldier Sam looks, and for a moment, a broad tumultuous expanse, shining and wind-driven.
 
It was probably splendid. It was probably glorious, this spashy play, wild with lights of emerald and white and amber.
 
"Good thing it's an on-shore wind," said Solider Sam; "If not, where would we be?
 
“Wouldn't have a show." laughed Sarina.
 
"That's right," Soldier Sam agreed.
 
 
Then Sarina, in the bow, kept laughing in a way that expressed humor, determination and tragedy, all in one.
 
"Do you think We've got much of a show now, Soldier Sam?" asked Sarina.
 
Whereupon they were both silent, except for some back and forth chit-chat about the Yankees.
 
To express any particular optimism at this time they felt would be premature, but they both doubtless possessed this sense of the situation in their head.
 
Soldier Sam paints himself into a box in the corner at such times. On the other hand, Sarina always said the state of their condition was decidedly against any open suggestion of being without hope.
 
So they were silent.
 
"Oh, well," said Sarina, reassuring Solider Sam, "We'll get ashore all right."
 
But there was that in Sarina’s tone which made Soldier Sam think twice.
 
Soldier Sam put on a brave face. "Yes! If this wind holds!"
 
Sarina responded "Yes! If we don't catch hell in the surf."
 
Seagulls flew near and far. Sometimes they sat down on the sea, near patches of seaweed that rolled on the waves with a movement like carpets in a hole in the wall store across from a strip mall.
 
The birds sat comfortably in groups, and they were envied by Sarina and Soldier Sam for the strength of the sea was no more to them than it was to someone thousand miles inland.
 
Often the Seagulls came very close and stared at Sarina and Soldier Sam with black bead-like eyes. At these times their scrutiny seemed almost sinister, and Soldier Sam hooted angrily at them, telling them to be gone.
 
One came, and evidently decided to alight on the top of  Sarina’s head!
 
"You son of a bitch," said Soldier Sam to the bird. "You look as if you were made with a jack-knife." He swore darkly at the creature.
 
Sarina tried to knocked it away with the end of her Yankees Bat she always brought with her for just such occasions.
 
But Sarina’s emphatic gesture nearly capsized this freighted boat,  so with his open hand, Solder Sam knocked it off Sarina’s head.
 
The seagull flew away after it had been discouraged from the pursuit so Sarina breathed easier on account of her hair.
 
After this little incident, Sarina and Solider Sam rowed  And rowed. And also they rowed the boat.
 
They sat together in the same seat, and each rowed an oar. Then Soldier Sam took both oars; then Sarina took both oars; then Soldier Sam; and then Sarina.
 
Teamwork makes the Dream Work.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam rowed and they rowed. The tough part of the business was when the time came for the  one in the stern to take turn at the oars. By the very last star of truth, it was a real fuckin bitch to change seats in the dingey.
 
First Sarina  in the stern slid her hand along the handle and moved with care, as if she was trying not to make it break. Then Soldier Sam in the rowing seat slid his hand up other handle. It was all done with most extraordinary care. As the two moved past each other, both kept watchful eyes on the coming wave.
 
Sarina shouted out: "Look out now! Steady there!"
 
The mats of seaweed that appeared from time to time were like islands, bits of earth. They were traveling, apparently, neither one way nor the other. They were, to all intents, stationary. They informed Sarina and Solider Sam in the boat that it was making progress slowly toward the land, to the Birthday Party on Buccaneer Bay.
 
“Yes!!” they both burst out, both eagerly anticipating such a Celebration of Sarina!!
 
Sarina, rearing cautiously in the bow, after the dingey soared on a great swell, said she had seen the light-house at Buccaneer Bay.
 
Presently Soldier Sam remarked that he had seen it. Soldier Sam was at the oars then, and for some reason he too wished to look at the lighthouse, but his back was toward the far shore and the waves were important to distract his attention.
 
Soldier Sam could not for some time seize an opportunity to turn his head. But at last there came a wave more gentle than the others, and when at the crest of it he swiftly scoured the horizon.
 
"See it?" said Sarina
 
"I didn't see anything." Soldier Sam replied.
 
"Look again," said Sarina. She pointed. "It's exactly in that direction."
 
At the top of another wave, Soldier Sam did as he was told, and this time his eyes chanced on a small still point of light at the edge of the swaying horizon. It was precisely like the point of a pin. It took an sharp eye to find a light house so tiny.
 
"Think we'll make it, Sarina?"
 
"If this wind holds and the boat don't swamp, we can't do much else," said Sarina.
 
The little boat, lifted by each towering sea, and splashed viciously by the crests, made progress that in the absence of seaweed was not apparent to the two partners on board.
 
Their Ship was miraculously top-up, at the Mercy of all the Oceans. Occasionally, a great spread of water, like white flames, slammed into Sarina and Solider Sam.
 
"Defeat it" said Sarina with no room in her heart for the Tidal Wave.
 
"All right, Sairna," replied Soldier Sam. You’re going to get everything I got to give!”
 
 
 
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam searched around for clues on how to get to the Moon when they spotted a massive structure ahead of them in the distance and decided to travel to it.
 
After they finally arrived within distance with full view of the Moon, they noticed an adversary  inside their path.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were surprised and were just about to run when it began to speak.
 
“No need to run away, I am not going to hurt you.” It said politely. Sarina and Soldier Sam looked at each other in shock.


 
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
Sarina was all ready and in the act of turning out the kitchen lights when the telephone rang. 
 
Sarina picked it up, and Soldier Sam identified himself.
 
It was an imposition for Soldier Sam to ask, but it would be a great favor if Sarina would pick him up at the train station.
 
Sarina said graciously that she’d be glad to give Solider Sam a lift. “I was just about to leave” Sarina said.  “I hope  you can be ready fairly soon.”
 
“I’m ready now, Sarina,” said Soldier Sam’s quiet voice over the phone. I’ll be waiting for you at the front of the station.
 
Sarina hung up the phone, turned off the kitchen light and went out to the car.
 
The car started briskly and Sarina went on a ride underneath the trees, and then just off the road there was a solitary Soldier Sam sitting on the steps of the already dark station. 
 
As Sarina pulled in to the curb, Soldier Sam picked up a duffle bag and came forward. 
 
Sarina opened the right-hand door. “You‘re Soldier Sam?” she asked cheerfully.  “I’m Sarina.”
 
“It’s very good of you,” Soldier Sam said in a flat voice. “I thought it was a lot for me to ask.
 
“Nonsense!” said Sarina.  “I’m glad to have company!  Put your bag in the back seat and get in the car here with me.”
 
Soldier Sam did so silently. 
 
He took a deep breath and sat with his hands crossed in front of him, as Sarina turned and headed away from the station.
 
It was really a beautiful night, cool and dark.  Presently the houses drew back from the road, and street lights ended, and there were fields on either side of the road with dark figures in the woodland beyond them.
 
Soldier Sam settled down for the run.  Sarina touched the headlight switch and had bright light for the way ahead.  The road flowed smoothly toward them. 
 
“It’s nice having someone with me,” said Sarina.  “I really don’t like
driving at night.
 
Soldier Sam was silent for a second, and then said, “Yes.” His voice was flat and low-pitched.  Then Solider Sam seemed to realise that he was being too quiet  He added, “It‘s really nice to be somewhere I wasn‘t before.”
 
“Oh…I got the gas and oil and tires checked today.“ Sarina said. “I mentioned to the filling-station attendant- why the car wasn‘t handling right.  I guess that’s the answer.”
 
“Probably,” replied Solider Sam and asked if Sarina liked listening to music on the radio. Maybe it could be a special memory in the future. He considered.
 
The dotted center line of the highway became a solid streak, and the road made a wide curve. Woodland bracketed it- the air was chilly among the trees- and abruptly it was clear again.  They were a few miles on their way.
 
Soldier Sam added in the same expressionless manner, “We’re near a turn-off, aren’t we? I just saw a sign.”
 
“Why, yes,” said Sarina. 
 
The car came to the turn-off.  There was nothing special about it.  It was just a secondary road- well-paved enough – that branched off the main highway and wound across country.
 
Every once in a while there were a couple crossroads stores and maybe a few houses which could be seen from the highway.  Most of the road’s length ran through woodland.
 
Sarina turned into it.  Within a few miles tall and columnar tree trunks engulfed the road.  The air was cool and the ride no longer had the feeling of being in empty open space. 
 
Above and ahead there was a narrow ribbon of sky in which stars shone brightly.  The headlights showed the pavement, and tree trunks alongside, and more tree trunks.  There was a bare screen of underbrush at the road’s edge.
 
The attentive figure beside Sarina said, “Not much out here, is there?”
 
Sarina pressed harder on the accelerator.  The car picked up speed. “One thing’s certain,” laughed Sarina, “nobody could make me stop to pick them up on this road!”
 
Sarina’s car swept past a small clearing, filled now with shoulder high weeds.  The road dived into woods again.  Just before the trees reenveloped the car, there was a sudden sweetness in the air. 
 
The car went swiftly between crowded tall tree trunks that rose to where their branches joined to form a roof over all the forest. 
 
The sound of the motor echoed back from the wood with a singing note added to it. 
 
Sarina said, “Everything is exactly as before. But everything is different.” 
 
Sarina drove on.  She saw lights shining out some windows, and knew that it was the single store between where they were and Burger King. 
 
But the pair was quarter of a mile beyond it when she realised maybe she could have stopped there so Solider Sam could pick up a pack of cigarettes after the long trip. 
 
It was a beautiful night.  The car sped through the darkness, its headlights flaring before it, and now and again a bug in their rays, and once there was something glittering by the roadside as the car sped past it
 
The wood broke away from one side of the road.  Far, far away, a single unwinking dot of Burger King shown bright as a stone.
 
The trees closed in once more, and Sarina knew that from here to Burger King there would be no other light.  The road was very straight, here, and a long way ahead there was the light.
 
Soldier Sam piped up “You said you had your car checked today, Sarina? There’s something on this road that looks delicious.”
 
Sarina drove a little faster because she was getting hungry too until the lights of Burger King sparkled through the trees. 
 
Sarina slowed the car, turned into the driveway and parked it with beautiful precision just a hop skip and a jump from the Magical Door to Deliciousness.
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
 
 
 Sarina entered the Starship and it was like getting into a car or bus but the noise of the machine made her feel that it was different. Soon the Starship took off and rose in the air higher and higher. The buzzing sound which had fascinated Soldier Sam continued.
 
The chairman could see the target now, coming onto the horizon but still small and distant from the vantage point of the unit. Like a slowly dripping faucet, the minutes dragged on and the officers were anxiously glancing at the timer on a regular basis. A certain strange kind of unrest overcame the officers, and each was dealing with the wait for supplies to carry out the action individually, it seemed to the chairman. There was a palpable presentiment of how the orders would be carried out.
 
 
A bunch of huge white clouds had surrounded the vantage point of the regiment, and stood at attention when the air exploded with noise as another shelling from the Mainland commenced. We had slowed down to solidify out position, and the situation was at had. The officers relayed the signals, waiting to see what was coming, and they felt small next to the forces that had assembled against them on the Mainland. It was like descending rapidly in an uncontrolled manner into an abyss, and it felt like being suspended in midair.
 
 
The chairman looked to his flank and gave a start that made some of the officers skip a couple of heartbeats. It seemed like we were drifting into unknown territory that was open like a gaping hole in front of us. It looked dark and unwelcoming and the winds had bee silenced as if by a higher power. The size of the operational hole the officers were approaching grew in size, and the fleet was now considering potential modes of escape from the shelling by the Mainland which had intensified.
 
No other scenario could present itself in any more menacing a manner figured the chairman, and the officers were as if hanging by a harness, but still prepared to duke it out with their adversaries. It was a curious situation for the chairman, still requesting supplies from the terminal, even while the unit had the sensation of landing after a long jump, since they were essentially surrounded by fire from the Mainland. To our flank was a group with which we immediately established secure communications with.
 
It was like meeting someone you knew in the past as if for the first time under new and more stressful circumstances. A cluster amassed on the Mainland, and our reconnaissance  unit was immediately aware to the situation, which they relayed quickly to the unit. The chairman had decided to give orders to the officers to consolidate their positions before shit got heavy. It seemed to the chairman that the surroundings had become strangely quiet, as if before a big storm.
 
It was like being dropped into unknown territory without a firm grounding with orders to conquer the situation at hand, and it felt more like each of the points on the surrounding periphery was a secret that had to be uncovered and positively identified. It was a phenomenon that made the officers fell more like explorers in an unknown and undefined land then addressing a situation on the Mainland that clearly presented itself as was the case.
 
 
The officers glanced at the clock again, and the sun on the brisk fall morning was exceptionally bright which seemed to compound the significance of the state of the unit’s position. We briefly got our bearings, and moved rapidly into another position as if fleeing from an unknown adversary down an unpaved road. Within a few minutes, the officers had determined their new position and immediately relayed the new information to the formations gathered on our flank.
 
 
As the latest round of shelling moved into the background, the noise the unit was perceiving grew less and less apparent. Part of the regiment has engaged the Mainland, and this action was readily appreciated by the chairman, almost without serious and debilitating concern, since ultimately the fate of the unit rested with the actions of the officers during crises, and he was only really responsible for laying out plans and priorities before areas of concern were highlighted by the reconnaissance teams.
 
 
None of the officers could have possibly anticipated the action with any great precision with intelligence signals so soon after the latest round of shelling from the Mainland, and it was unknown which opposing officers had commenced fire towards the unit in our previous position. The chairman perceived some conflict brewing among the officers, which was starting to manifest itself in a manner that was unhealthy for the unit, like someone starting to drag their feet during the long haul of a marathon race.
 
 
The officers had all reported present: the adjunct, the signals administrator, along with the orderly, intelligence and reconnaissance officers, and the rest of the group. Messages had already arrived from the large group that had amassed at our flank, with the exception of one unit that had not yet reported their new position. This group had been the unit most engaged with the Mainland during the barrage, and with the new cache of information, the chairman paused to go to an isolated area to write out the new orders which would then be communicated to the officers.
 
 
 
 
When the fleets had acknowledged the orders set forth by the chairman, including the unit the had not reported previously but had now come back online in one piece, the rest of the flank was grouped together en mass at more distant points from the Mainland to gain their breath. The officers had been stressing the gravity of the situation, which seemed to be a function of the heat and humidity off the island, and the chairman was still wrapped up in what had unfolded like not being able to shake free of an old set of camouflage khakis that had become full of dirt from days of use.
 
 
 
The adversaries used special ray guns and pointed it at the Starship. There was a loud “Bang!” and suddenly Rams Mascot’s voice on the radio disappeared.
 
Sarina fell backwards and accidentally hit the destination lever that changed it for approach and didn’t even realize it. The door instantly closed and a countdown started from three on the pod’s speakers.
 
Once the countdown got to one, Sarina and Soldier Sam blasted off from the spaceship in the little escape pod.


 
 
 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
 
The Day of The Rams Tailgate Party, Sarina the Event MC was looking for a few extra Stars to interview at the Tailgate Extravaganza and went to Hollywood to recruit the Biggest names in the Entire Nation to add more Hype to the Tailgate, as if more was needed.
 
Sarina went first to the house of the biggest Movie Star in the World.  It was a very pretentious house with tall pillars in front, and it stood on tucked away in the Hollywood Hills.  It seemed likely that the Movie Star might be chosen to go with Sarina to the Rams Stadium for the Tailgate.
 
The Movie Star was dressed in clothes from Sunset Boulevard, and looked like a Billion Bucks and sure to delight the Masses of Rams Fans at the Big Event.
 
"Are you ready to entertain the crowd at the Rams Tailgate Kickoff as everyone would like you to?" asked Sarina.
 
"Oh, yes!" said the Movie Star. "I have stories about my latest film and interactions with the biggest names in Hollywood. Will you take me?"
 
But Sarina was not convinced, for the Movie Star was not ready.
 
Then Sarina went on until she came to the house of the Biggest Pop Movie Star in the land. The singer  was quite sure they would be chosen to go with Sarina to the Tailgate. Grammys adorned the home, and the Pop Star told Sarina a great musical performance would headline the event.
 
"Are you ready to perform at the Tailgate as the Rams Fans would like you to?" asked Sarina.
 
"Oh, yes!" said the Music Star . "I have been practicing the latest rendition of my Billboard Topping Hit. Will you take me?"
 
But Sarina went on again and came to the house of California’s Surfing Champion. The Star stood at the door, dressed in the wetsuit that had won the Championship, and holding the Prized Surfboard his arm.
 
The Surfer was quite sure they could provide the best stories and would be chosen to go to the Tailgate, for everyone loves a Surfer.
 
"Are you ready to go to the Tailgate as the Rams Fans would like you to?" Sarina asked of the Surfer.
 
"Oh, yes!" the Surfer said. "I have stories and stories about how I conquered the Pacific Ocean Waves. Will you take me?"
 
But Sarina said no a third time, for the Surfer was not ready.
 
Then Sarina did not know which way to go, and she began to think she would not be able to find any Star to interview at the Big Rams Tailgate Party.
 
As she tuned onto the Freeway to head to the Rams Stadium, she noticed a solitary figure walking down the side of the busy road coming toward her.
 
Soldier Sam was walking slowly with his head staring down at the Pavement.
 
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam. He looked like the Saddest resident of the entire LA Metro Area as his feet shuffled back and forth, making slow progress.
 
Sarina considered that no one in the Rams crowd would care about Soldier Sam and noticed his Walmart outfit and the holes in his shoes.
 
Sarina stopped her car and spoke to Soldier Sam.
 
"Would you like to go with me to the Big Rams Football Tailgate Extravaganza?” asked Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam looked up  at Sarina’s face in surprise.
 
"No, I don’t know what a FootbalI Tailgate Party is, and I am not even ready for tommorrow” Soldier Sam replied.
 

 
 
 
 
LOS ANGELES RAMS TAILGATE KICKOFF PART II
 
“Jump in the car with me and I will bring you to the Rams Tailgate Party, Soldier Sam” Sarina encouraged him. “You are clearly in no shape to be interviewed, but there is a Great Need for someone to collect all the Trash and Recyclables.
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know about the Event” Sarina offered.
“Tailgating is literally Football Fans drinking beer and cooking BBQs from the back of cars in parking lots of sports stadiums  before the game. They arrive hours in advance to make the most of the day.
“Tell Me More, Sarina!!” Soldier Sam Exclaimed.
The crowd is mostly sports fans, continued Sarina, “but the food, beer and fun attracts all sorts. We basically describe it as “a collection of many, many small parties happening in the one place at the same time,” began Sarina.
Believe Me, Soldier Sam,  you won’t find the Rams Tailgating Information listed in any ‘top X things to do in USA’ articles on Google or Trip Advisor. Trust me. . That’s a good thing. It means you’ve found something real – an LA experience that hasn’t been tainted by the Modern World.”
 
Side note: it also means it’s not for the faint of heart types – It’s all about sports, beer, food, cultural experiences and good times, read on!
 
 
 
 
 
 
“We’re Here at Rams Stadium, Soldier Sam!” Sarina’s voice sounded like a beautiful anthem to Soldier Sam. No one had spoken to him in years.
 
“Throw on your power lights, Soldier Sam!  We’re going to make our way through the crowd to the Grandstand, where I will be MC. Everyone will See You Soldier Sam!”
 
Get Ready! We’re going through!” The pounding of Soldier Sam’s Heat was increasing.
 
Soldier Sam was overwhelmed by the Crowd. He stared at the Massive Group of Fans, walked over and picked up Trash and Recycling Bags.
 
“Switch My Mission On, Sarina!, responded Soldier Sam “Full strength Ahead!
 
Soldier Sam wrapped up in his arms as many Trash and Recycling Bags as would be humanly possible.
 
“We’ll get through this, Soldier Sam.” Sarina assured him. “Together We will be Unstoppable!”.
 
“Not so fast! We’re moving too fast!” said Solider Sam  asked “What are we moving so fast for?”
 
“The sooner we get the Grandstand, the sooner the Fun will start, Soldier Sam” explained Sarina.
 
“Hmm?” said Soldier Sam. He looked at Sarina like he had never looked at a woman in his life, He stood beside her, with shocked astonishment.
 
 
Solider Sam stopped for a moment and started to realise how important and rewarding his new position would be.
 
Tailgate Ambassadors tackle recycling, sustainability at football games
 
Tailgate Ambassadors work to educate tailgaters about the proper sorting of waste and to enhance the tailgating experience by providing tailgaters with recycling and trash bags they need.
 
While the football team and tailgaters prep for the big game, the Tailgate Ambassadors also are preparing to meet an important challenge.
 
The main goals of the Tailgate Ambassadors program are to educate tailgaters about the proper sorting of waste and to enhance the tailgating experience by providing tailgaters with recycling and trash bags they need.
 
Soldier Sam raced his engine a little. “Why don’t you wear your gloves, Sarina ? Have you lost your gloves?”
 
“I have to save my energy for the Show, Soldier Sam” Sarina replied. The Receptacles are your mission!”
 
Soldier Sam reached in his pockets and brought out the gloves. He put them on.
 
“Pick it up, man!” snapped a  group of Fans to Soldier Sam as he readied his strength and lurched ahead. He started to drive through the parking lot, with full knowledge what a difficult task had been presented to him.
 
The Rams Tailgate was not bounded by Space or Time so there was a full gathering of Fans stretched around the Stadium on this important day.
 
 
 
 
 
Soldier Sam was the only one working that day so he started gaining the attention of the entire party, as he worked the crown educating them on just how important his mission was to the Future of Rams Football.
 
Educating tailgaters can make a huge impact on the  game day experience as a whole.
 
The Rams decided to start with tailgating recycling initiative not because it was easy, but because we knew if we could change the culture outside of the stadium, it will carry inside.
 
At the heart of Tailgate Ambassadors are people who volunteer their Sundays to catalyze conversations with thousands of tailgaters about sustainability and recycling.
 
Tailgate Ambassadors trek through the tailgating areas around Rams Stadium equipped with supplies, giveaways and enthusiasm for engaging Rams tailgaters.
 
Some Rams Fans had mentioned he was “Industrious,” and assumed had got his invitation to the Tailgate Event in expectation, on the part of the Rams Team, that some portion at least of his Industrious effort would contribute to the general success of the entertainment event.
 
Up until that moment, Sarina had been unable to discover in what direction, if any, his Industry was directed.
 
Neither did his exterior suggest the sort of man that women are willing to pardon a generous measure of deficiency. He was just “The Trash Guy” to so many.
 
And now  Soldier Sam was beginning to have launched on the world a discovery beside which the invention of gunpowder, of the printing-press, and of steam locomotion were inconsiderable trifles.
 
Trash Science had made huge strides in many directions in recent years, but this thing seemed to belong to the domain of miracle rather than to scientific achievement.
 
“All we really ask of you is to believe, Soldier Sam was saying to the Fans when he approached them with those trash bags.“that you have discovered a means for saving the world.”
 
“It is a problem at which I have worked for the last decade,” said Soldier Sam, ” but only during the last two years have my efforts resulted into Trash Bags of this strength. I have now been rewarded with smashing success.
 
Of course I have experimented with thousands of Trash Bag Materials, and when I made the acquaintance of this particular material,  I saw at once that I was in contact with the future of NFL Tailgating Events. I have reached that goal.”
 
“We usually instruct Tailgate Ambassadors to work in teams. But today Soldier Sam’s efforts today stand alone, observed Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam had been equipped with both blue recycling bags and clear trash bags, and he distributed both to tailgating groups.
 
“A typical interaction involves the ambassadors approaching tailgaters and reminding them to put only plastic, metal and glass in the blue bags.”
 
Soldier Sam concluded his remarkable statement in a voice which he strove to downplay a triumphant effort. No one said he was just “The Trash Guy” anymore.
 
“And do you mean to say,” asked  Sarina after a slight pause, “that you have taught the Fans to say and understand easy sentences about their Tailgating Waste?”
 
“My dear Sarina,” said Soldier Sam patiently, “one has to teach Rams Fans in that piecemeal fashion; when one has once solved the problem of making a new beginning in Trash Science, there is no other way.”
 
“I can now speak that language with perfect correctness.” added Soldier Sam.
 
So Solider Sam went in search of new Tailgating PartyGoers, and the Fans settled themselves down to the expectation of witnessing some more or less remarkable enthusiasm from Soldier Sam.
 
In a matter of minutes Soldier Sam picked up his pace working his way through the Parking Lot, his eyes dilated with excitement.
 
“By God, it’s true!” exclaimed Sarina.
 
Sarina’s Response was unmistakably genuine, and the Fans started forward in a thrill of awakened interest.
 
“What Drives You, Soldier Sam?” the Fans all started to ask.
 
“Although recycling at tailgates is a must, a visit from the Tailgate Ambassadors — in true Rams tailgate fashion — is a lot of fun.”
 
“Our goal is to promote sustainable tailgating, but we also want to enhance the overall tailgate experience. “People respond well to free things they can use, so we also distribute bottle openers and temporary tattoos to tailgaters.”
 
Soldier Sam had preached to absolutely incredulous hearers. His statement carried instant conviction. A  chorus of startled exclamation arose from the Rams Fans gathered at the Celebration, amid which Soldier Sam started to smile enjoying the first fruit of his stupendous discovery.
 
“Will you take a break and have some beer, Soldier Sam?” asked Sarina .
 
“I don’t mind if I do,” was the response from Soldier Sam, couched in an enthusiastic tone. A shiver of suppressed excitement went through Sarina as he downed an entire 6-Pack in just a moment.
 
Another silence fell on the crowd, and then Sarina asked in her best district-visitor manner, if the Trash Business had been difficult to learn.
 
Soldier Sam looked squarely at her for a moment and then fixed his gaze serenely on her with Love. It was obvious that such questions mattered little compared to how beautiful Sarina is.
 
So, what do the Tailgate Ambassadors say about the large number of tailgaters expected to be serviced for the First Tailgate of the season at Rams Stadium.”
 
“We’re ready, bring it on!!” Soldier Sam’s demeanor had now turned completely positive.
 
“When your inclusion in this Tailgate Party was first suggested to the Front Office, Soldier Sam, Sarina started to explain, they protested that you were the most brainless figure of their acquaintance, and that there was a wide distinction between hospitality and  my motivation to take care of a guy like that.
 
When I called them on that Highway Stop, the Front Office stated that your lack of brain-power was the precise quality which had earned you your invitation, as you were the only person they could think of who might be stupid enough to service the entire crowd with Trash Removal.
 
The moment they had said it every one realized the blunder.
“One does not usually discuss these matters in public,” said Sarina.
 
“From a slight observation of your ways since you’ve been in this Trash Position I should imagine you’d find it inconvenient if I were to shift the conversation on to your Love Affairs.”
 
“Would you like to go and see if one of the Concession Stands has got your dinner ready?” suggested Sarina hurriedly.
 
“Thanks,” said Soldier Sam, “but not quite so soon after my beers. I don’t want to disappoint.”
 
“Well, at least one thing is Certain,  Soldier Sam”, Sarina realised.
 
 
“Yes, Sarina. Tailgate Ambassadors will be focusing their attention on the entire Rams Stadium Grounds with pride as long as the California Sun Shines” promised Soldier Sam.
 
“Judging by what you said to me on the Highway, just not too long ago, you were out for food.” Sarina said”
 
“I repeated your remark afterwards to the Tailgate Event Chiefs,” continued Sarina, “and said, ‘That Soldier Sam is a regular Hunger Marcher; he’d go anywhere for three square meals a day.”
 
“We can certainly upgrade scraps you always get at dinner-time,” promised Sarina, “and I will go see to it myself”.
 
“And my great discovery!” said Soldier Sam; “after all my years of research and experiment–”
 
“You can go and experiment your techniques with all the NFL Stadiums well into the future, Soldier Sam”. Sarina said matter-of-factly. “That much is clear!”
 
“I’m happy just here, Sarina” Soldier Sam replied.
 
“What better way to show the community, state and the nation that the Rams are committed to sustainability, not just on paper, but in action.”Soldier Sam was happy just to make it to the Rams Tailgate Event Grandstand Alive.”
 
Solider Sam’s promise was clear.
 
“Trash Ambassadors will always be out there talking with Rams Fans, enhancing their tailgate experience and promoting recycling all ‘For the Glory of Rams Football and the Entire State of California.”
 
The Rams Fan Guests had readied themselves steadily for Sarina’s Performance that night.
 
“After all your hard work today, with the Trash and everything..” Decided Sarina. “We will let you have the first word of the Evening.”
 
Really, Sarina?” Soldier Sam was shocked and honored as he and Sarina climbed up the stairs onto the Grandstand.
 
“Hey, Rams Fans,” shouted Soldier Sam..
 
“Let’s give a Big Shoutout to Sarina Right Now!! Let’s show how much we Love Her!!”
 
“And ME ESPECIALLY!!” Soldier Sam added, as the Rams Tailgate Kick Off Party Celebration started taking off into the Sky!!
 

 
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
"You want to talk to me? What for?" demanded Cupid. "Couldn't you tell me now--I'm way too busy.”
 
This attitude crossed Sarina--who was here to watch over the Valentines Day Activity interests of both her and Soldier Sam.
 
'When can you come up to my office and see me?' said Cupid.
 
Right Away,' said Soldier Sam. 'I feel kind of all shaken up, Well, with how close Valentine’s Day is—it’s giving me an excited thrill.'
 
'Sarina really did it and told you all about how special of a day it is?' questioned Cupid.
 
'Yes, Sarina told me all about Valentines Day,' said Soldier Sam. 'And it's worth its weight in gold compared to other holidays. I'm even going to get me a new agent to promote our Valentines Day Activities and bring them to your office.'
 
'I tell you a better plan.' said Cupid hastily, 'I'll get you direct access to the Valentines Day Activity Directorate. They approve some of the scenes.
 
Soldier Sam was overwhelmed by the opportunity. For once he had an opportunity to participate in a Valentine’s Day Activity.
 
"I'm glad you came with me to Cupids Office, Sarina," Soldier Sam said, "you've been great. Did you get my note?"
 
Sarina wasn’t sure what to say. "I thought maybe you had nothing to do so you wrote all those Greeting Cards and you might want to pay me back for all this stuff you have put on me"
 
 
"I don't ask much," Sarina said sharply, "I let the world have fun at  Soldier Sam’s expense behind his back and freeze him out of things. But now I've got something and I'd like you to come over here and consider it"
 
"All right--all right." agreed Cupid.
 
Soldier Sam’s eyebrows lifted as saw how enthusiastic Sarina had become, but he said nothing—still fixing his eyes on the floor with the bottle of Bourbon raised.
 
 
'The trouble this Valentines is Solider Sam doesn’t have any imagination” said Cupid. “He wan’t in jail or anything like that. He had a Word Processer and a Library.
 
But all he did was write stories about Rams Mascot and all we got for a scene was that Rams Stadium.
 
 We got to weave something around that-- like he promises Sarina something and in the end she collects.' Suggested Cupid.
 
'I want time to think it over in my brain' said Soldier Sam. 'If Sarina will agree to go out and do something on Valentines Day--
 
 
'Sarina might take you out, Soldier Sam' said Cupid. 'From now on I'm picking my own Valentines Targets for the Holiday.
 
What do you got?' Sarina looked at Cupids arrows, enough to trick me into going out somewhere with Soldier Sam?”
 
“What’s your plan, anyway, Soldier Sam?” Cupid inquired.
 
Soldier Sam stared at Cupid blankly for a moment; then out of thin air, produced his best piece of imaginative fiction--
 
'I  might take Sarina on an expedition to some Antique Shops,' Soldier Sam answered, 'and try to find some antique Metal Tins. They are useful for so many things!!'
 
Sarina looked excited.
 
'Wait a minute! Wait a minute!' Cupid was on his feet. 'I seem to recall some Antique Shops not too far from here. You two could even stroll down the street on foot. Otherwise you would have to hire a car and hop around all those Strip Malls on the edge of town”
 
What’s your vision, Soldier Sam? Cupid wanted to find out what ideas he had for Antique Metal Tins.
 
'I seem to see Soldier Sam as an Antique Hunting apprentice.' observed Sarina.
 
'Yes.' This hopefully” commented Cupid.
 
Off the top of his head, Soldier Sam had a few ideas, and promised he would think of more before Valentines Day.
 
“An Antique Tin to offers a super-easy way to keep all your Yankees Game Tickets and paperclip the Box Score to it” suggested Soldier Sam. Crack open a popcorn tin or something else. Some are even customisable and put your Tickets to have a special memory. Do this every year until its full. Then get another one!” Soldier Sam’s idea was for sure a good one.
 
Let’s mark your idea as ‘Temporary Complete” Soldier Sam” decided Cupid. “and you can even consider leaving something almost as valuable as Yankees Tickets.
 
“Just think about what that is sparkling that many put in a box for Valentine’s Day.” Suggested Cupid.
 
Cupid turned to check how many Arrows he had brought with him that day. I’ll consider your idea if you promise to come up with several more ideas about what problems Antique Metal Tins could solve.” Added Cupid.
 
Sarina suggested that from now on, Soldier Sam’s bright idea would referred to as the “Antique Surprise Shopping Showdown.”
 
That’s a fantastic name for what is sure to be an Amazing Expedition” Cupid approved.  Now Sarina and Soldier Sam were even more excited for Valentines Day!
 
 
TRAINING
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
“Know this,” thundered Rams Mascot, now right in Soldier Sam’s face, “that if you ever do attempt something I have not trained you to do, you will certainly destroy Rams Nation and all that is Great about the Rams.” At this, Soldier Sam looked down at the ground. At that point he wished he was invisible. He did not want to hear more, yet Rams Mascot continued. “Soldier Sam, your orbit is preordained, one from which you cannot stray.”
 
To keep the subsequent operation in the strictest confidence among the officers was crucial, and extremely stringent requirements were imposed as to who knew what and when. Dress rehearsals by day and night had been a key objective of the unit’s training, and only officers that succeeded during these intense exercises were selected for this mission so needless to say they were prepared and understood the role that they would have to play in a real-world contingency.
 
In a Fleet Problem, we would task the CSG to conduct a combat mission-- conduct strikes on, giving it maximum flexibility in timing and mechanism. We then would create scenarios rich in submarine threats. The CSG’s mission would not be ASW, but rather conducting a core combat strike mission in support of the joint fight in a robust submarine threat scenario. Teaming the submarine threat is the means to the end —strike. If you destroyed all enemy submarines and lost no friendly units but were unable to execute the mission assigned—strike—then Blue loses and Red wins. How the CSG commander manages that threat to accomplish the mission is not prescribed. Speed and manoeuvre? Go for it. Aggressive surface ASW? Great. Will the escorts sweep ahead or stay near the CSG? Air assets? Of course. How is that coordination going?
 
 
The reason was because we had deployed to a different installation than we had been at the last time the supplies were delivered and the unit was one ot the last left behind for some time now, which had been going now for several years. The wait had made the unit prepared to deal with the Mainland. The main group of officers had been subject to a training period of several years to prepare for this very contingency now at hand and they worked tirelessly to mount a defens e to the policy. The planets had been forced into the other supply substitute mostly because the primary equipment part was not in the cache when HQs Policy was written, so there was a delay in authorising the action against the Mainland.
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
Soldier Sam collapsed into the chair, leaned over and put his head in his hands “Oh, Fuck” he complained.
 
Sarina, sitting light and straight up on the couch, smiled brightly at him.
 
“Not feeling so well today?” Sarina asked.
 
“Oh, I’m great,” Solider Sam replied.”Just dandy, I am.
 
“Know what time I got up? Well, I never fell asleep. I kept trying to make it off to dreamland, and every time I got close I just couldn’t and my head would roll under the bed.
 
“This isn’t my head I’ve got on now” Soldier Sam continued. “ I think this is something that used to belong to Mickey Mouse. Oh, Fuck.”
 
“Do you think maybe a drink would make you feel better?” Sarina suggested.
 
“Oh, no, thank you.” Solider Sam replied. “Please never speak of anything like that again. I’m through. I’m all, all through. Tell me, was I very terrible last night?”
 
“Oh, goodness,” Sarina said, “My parents were in good spirits too. You were all right.”
 
“Yeah,” Soldier Sam said.”I must have been dandy. Do they never want to see me again?“
 
“Good heavens, no,” Sarina said. “They thought you were terribly funny.”
 
Of course, Papa was a little on edge, there, for a minute at dinner. But Mama sort of held him back in his chair, and got him calmed down. I don’t think anybody at the other tables noticed it at all. Hardly anybody.”
 
“He was going to sock me?” Soldier Sam said. ”Oh, Lord. What did I do to him?”
 
“Why, you didn’t do a thing,” Sarina said.”You were perfectly fine. But you know how Papa gets, when he thinks you are making too much love to me.”
 
“Was I making a pass at You, Sarina?” Soldier Sam asked, “Did I do that?”
 
“Of course you didn’t.” Sarina said.”You were only fooling that’s all. I thought you were awfully amusing. I was having a marvelous time. I only got a little tiny bit annoyed just once, when you poured that drink over my head.
 
“My God,” Soldier Sam said. ”A drink on your head. And with all the work you got done at the Salon before we went out. Dear God. What’ll I ever do?”
 
“Oh, I’ll be all right,” Sarina said. ”Just send me some flowers, or something. Don’t worry about it. It isn’t anything.”
 
“No I won’t worry,” Solider Sam said.”I haven’t got a care in the world. I’m sitting pretty. Oh, Fuck. Did I do any other fascinating tricks at dinner?”
 
“You were fine,” Sarina said.”Don’t be so foolish about it. Everybody was crazy about you. The maître d’hôtel was a little worried because you wouldn’t stop singing, but he really didn’t mind.
 
All he said was, he was afraid they’d close the place again, if there was so much noise. But he didn’t care a bit, himself. I think he loved seeing you have such a good time. Oh, you were just singing away, there, for about an hour. It wasn’t so terribly loud, at all.”
 
“So I sang,”Solider Sam said.”That must have really been some treat.”
 
“Don’t you remember?” Sarina asked.”You just sang one Note after another. Everybody in the place was listening. They loved it.”
 
“Only you kept insisting that you wanted to sing the same song over and over, and everybody kept shushing you, and you’d keep trying to start it again.”
 
“You were wonderful, Sarina reassured him. “We were all trying to make you stop singing for a minute, so you would pay attention to how you were moving all that food off the plate, but you wouldn’t hear of it. My, you were funny.”
 
“Didn’t I focus on eating, with all that singing?” Solider Sam said.
 
“Oh, you sure did,” Sarina replied.
 
”Every time the waiter would come back to our table to refill our glasses, you’d order another appetizer. Like everything left on the menu, long after we had finished eating our main course.
 
“You had the whole kitchen staff Steamed at you,” Sarina laughed.
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
After Earth’s Sun exploded, your immense Starship was enlisted into action with the mission to sustain as many Rams Fans as needed to fill Rams Stadium, and then some. All of the survivors dream of finding a habitable planet so the Rams can once again, dominate the NFL.
As part of the few expert detectives aboard your Starship you need Soldier Sam to keep the starship in order and mission capable. Soldier Sam has never set foot on Rams Stadium solid ground, but he has heard stories and seen films about NFL Life.
In order to try and win over Soldier Sam, you develop a virtual reality simulator that recreates Rams Football on Screens surrounding the field of view in your Captain’s Communications Headquarters. It depicts the Reality of Rams Football on the ground and is controlled and optimized by a highly advanced artificial intelligence simulator.
However, when Soldier Sam realizes the Trick he begins to hash out a scheme to take control of the ship to set his own course for the future.
Soldier Sam’s intentions are to Discover the Ultimate Planet, with or without the terrain to support Rams Football. Under these conditions, you launched your ship into Hyperspeed, achieving interstellar travel like Soldier Sam had never seen.
Your ship contains thousands of machines programed to terraform a planet in a faraway solar system, building NFL football infrastructure from the ground up.
But Soldier Sam’s crew launched a pod off your ship, set on developing a planet established by and for the machines, not for Rams Fans. After years of plotting time travel, Soldier Sam is poised to execute his master plan. The momentum begins to tip in his favor.
But when your Starship suddenly locks Radar onto a Starship built for another NFL Team, you are able to capitalize off the crisis and rally the support of your crew around you. You have been trained to never let a good crisis go to waste, as all Starship commanders are.
 
Soldier Sam was right. On the big monitors toward the front of the room, Sarina could see the enormous tension cable swinging majestically free. The arc ascended. Sarina’s muscles clenched as she considered whether it would intersect and slice through the fragile hull.
 
 
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
The station was one long circular corridor with a dozen pairs of modules projecting from its sides. Those modules were divided into “North” and “South.” The shuttle was docked at Sector 3, along the inside of the wheel. Ops was in Sector 7, on the north side of the wheel. North and South were not a completely arbitrary distinction; “east” was the direction of spin.
 
Venting Sector 3 North must have strained an already fatigued cable. Or one with a manufacturing flaw.
“Are there any suits in here?” Soldier Sam asked, almost casually..
Sarina looked across the deck at the emergency locker. She unclipped, took a deep breath and jumped for the locker.
Empty. The crew must have taken them when they evac’d. Let’s get off this thing while we still can!”
“The cable’s OK,” Soldier Sam said. “It’s going to wrap the hub.”
The hub could survive losing one tensioner. Maybe even two or three, if they failed in the right places around the diameter. But if they failed at the hub, rather than along the wheel, they’d cut it to ribbons as they lashed around.
Across the diameter, the screens showed a puff of debris glittering in the sunlight, particles turning like mirrors falling in slow motion. And in the mist of that shimmer of irregular confetti…
A stronger signal from Ram’s Mascots transmission.
The shock zapped through the deck under Sarina and Soldier Sam’s feet. They managed to hold on this time.
“Definitely not a drill.” Soldier Sam’s suit faded color..
“Maybe something blew up when the deck jumped?” Soldier Sam said
Sarina wished she believed that answer. But she figured something much worse was going on. “The rupture is opposite the snap. I think we’ve got a forced resonance—a critical oscillation frequency—going on.
Something like that hit Rams Stadium back on Earth once. It vibrated to pieces.
 
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football?”
 
“I’m on Plant DIADEM! Check it out Sarina!”
Planets thick atmosphere of carbon dioxide acts as insulation, reducing the escape of heat built up at the surface, resulting in high temperatures.
 
“Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
Sarina was about to accuse Soldier Sam of mutiny for the plan he had hashed out with the Rams Fans Crew aboard the starship when the welcome interruption came.
 
Rams Mascot was about to launch into his description of the Planet and transmitted initial graphics of the Terrain there.
 
Soldier Sam then arrived with a message from all the Rams Fans aboard the Starship.
 
“Dear Rams Mascot” it read. “ Please take some time off and show all of us around the Planet!”
 
'My God!' Rams Mascot exclaimed. 'How can I be expected to get anything done and show all the Rams Fans around at the same time. Who are they?' Rams Mascot demanded an explanation from Sarina.
 
'I don't know” answered Sarina. They are face painted with Royal Blue and Sol colors and some of them are really stirred up about life on the Starship.. Soldier Sam and I fear they are going to break into a Riot.”
 
“Some of them look like the Fans we had seen on Earth. All they talk about is Football, they can’t seem to speak any other language, While all of them!” Rams Mascot continued on.
 
Soldier Sam was readjusting his virtual reality goggles to see for himself.
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
They will feel the plane slow down and the cabin crew will prepare them for landing.
 
 
 
 
PLANET X ACTIVITY
 
 
Now, addressing this business of the Easter Island. Where does Sarina stand on the Easter Bunny? Lots of people say she makes much more of him than he deserves.
 
Well, to that Sarina says.  Why not? He is the face that is all and all good as far as Holiday Mascots. Some might even say he stands alone. Sarina gave up trying to run her own chocolate factory as soon as she met the Easter Bunny.
 
The story really begins when Sarina got back to town after visiting Easter Island some months ago. She was spending a week or so there, as she generally did during the winter but had to break short the visit to come back to get a new Valet.
 
They sent Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina will always remember the morning he came. It so happened that the night before she had been present at a rather cheery little supper, and was feeling pretty rocky. On top of this she was trying to read a book the Easter Bunny had given her.
 
You see, the Easter Bunny was particularly interested on boosting Sarina up a bit nearer his own plane of holiday event making. She was a girl with a wonderful profile, but also steeped in serious purpose.
 
Sarina can't give you a better idea of the way things stood than by telling you that the book the Easter Bunny had given her given her read was called "Why I Got Egg-spelled from School," and that when Sarina opened it at random she struck a page beginning:--
 
The Easter Bunny was so Eggs-austed after executing the Mission he decided not cook and Hopped over to eat at his favourite restaurant, IHOP.
 
 
Perfectly true, no doubt; but not the sort of thing to spring on Sarina the morning after such a party..
 
Sarina was doing her best to skim through this bright little volume when the bell rang. Sarina crawled off the sofa and opened the door. A kind of tragic sort of respectful Soldier Sam was standing on the porch.
 
"I was sent by the agency, Sarina," Soldier Sam said. "I was given to understand that you required a valet."
 
Sarina would have preferred someone completely opposite of Solider Sam; but she told him to stagger in, and he floated noiselessly through the doorway. That impressed Sarina from the start. Solider Sam didn't seem to have any trouble walking at all. He just streamed in. He had a sympathetic face, as if he, too, knew what it was to party so hard the night before.
 
"Excuse me, Sarina," Soldier Sam said kindly.
 
Then he seemed to flicker, and wasn't there any longer. Sarina heard him moving about in the kitchen, and presently he came back with a glass on a tray.
 
"If you would drink this, Sarina," Soldier Sam said. “It is a little preparation of my own invention. A lot of people have told me they have found it extremely invigorating after a late evening."
 
Sarina would have clutched at anything that looked like a life-line that morning and tried it out. For a moment Sarina felt as if the drink was strolling down her throat with a lighted torch, and then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and, generally speaking, hope dawned once more.
 
"You're the Best!" Sarina said, as soon as she could say anything.
 
Sarina perceived clearly that this cove was one of the world's wonders, the sort no home should be without.
 
"Thank you, Sarina. My name is Solider Sam."
 
"You can start in at once?"
 
"Immediately, Sarina”
 
"Because I'm due over at the Easter Bunny’s Island Estate soon."
 
"Very good, Sarina." Solider Sam looked past her at the mantelpiece. "That is an excellent likeness of  the Easter Bunny, Sarina.
 
Solider Sam couldn't tell Sarina anything she didn't know about the Easter Bunny.
 
Sarina had known the Easter Bunny  ever since she was a kid, and at this point in the proceedings there was another ring at the front door. Soldier Sam shimmered out and came back with a telegram. Sarina opened it. It ran:
 
Return immediately. Extremely urgent. Catch first train.

The Easter Bunny
 
 
The Easter Bunny knew Sarina was going to visit the Island Estate later in the week anyway; so why the hurry call?
 
Something must have happened, of course; but Sarina couldn't see what on earth it could be.
 
"Soldier Sam," Sarina said, "We will be going down to the Easter Bunny‘s Island state presently. Can you manage it?"
 
"Certainly, Sarina."
 
"You can get your packing done and all that?" asked Sarina.
 
"Without any difficulty, Sarina“.
 
"All right, then," Sarina said.
 
"Yes, you can be sure of that Solider Sam said."
 
And then Soldier Sam went away to collect his kit, while Sarina started in again on "Why Easter Bunnies Egg-cerise to Stay in Shape" and took a stab at a chapter headed "Use the Eggs-press Lane to Prep for Easter Fast."
 
Most of the way down in the train that afternoon, Sarina was wondering what could be up at the other end. Sarina simply couldn't guess what happened.
 
Was the Easter Bunny in Trouble? He wouldn't have let anything crazy go on in his house. He wasn’t a real Party Animal He was just finishing writing a History of Easter or something, which he had been working on for several years, and didn't stir much from the library.
 
He was rather a good instance of the sort to in the past, throw caution to the wind and not have a care in the world. You would never have thought it to look at him now.
 
"Sarina, you remember asking me, when you left, to make myself pleasant to the Easter Bunny? Solider Sam asked Sarina.
 
"Yes, of course. Sarina replied."
 
The idea being, of course, that at the time Sarina was more or less dependent on the Easter Bunny so her choice of Valet Services probably wouldn’t happen without his approval. And though Sarina knew he wouldn't have any objection to Soldier Sam, Sarina didn’t want to take any chances; so she told Solider Sam to make an effort to fascinate the Easter Bunny.
 
"You told me it would please him particularly if I would read some of his History of Easter Books." Soldier Sam confirmed.
 
"Wasn't he pleased?" asked Sarina
 
"He was delighted. He just finished writing the thing I read nearly all of it right away. I have never had such a shock in my life, Soldier Sam commented. The book is an outrage. It is impossible. It is horrible!"
 
"C’mon, it couldn’t have been as bad as all that." Sarina responded.
 
"It is not a History of Easter at all. The Easter Bunny has written his personal perspective! He calls them 'Recollections of a Too Busy Life'!"
 
Sarina began to understand. As Sarina knew, the Easter Bunny had been somewhat on the rough side at times, and it began to look as if he might have turned out something that would grab the headlines if he had started recollecting his long life.
 
"If half of what he has written is true," said Soldier Sam, "the Easter Bunny’s time he spent year-round in years past must have been perfectly appalling. The moment I began to read he plunged straight into a most scandalous story of how he was thrown out of a music hall.
 
"Why?" asked Sarina
 
"I decline to tell you why." replied Solider Sam
 
It must have been something pretty bad. It must have taken a lot to make them chuck people out of music halls, said Sarina.
 
"The Easter Bunny  specifically states he had drank a full 1.75L of Bourbon before beginning the evening," Solider Sam went on. "The book is full of stories like that.
 
"Oh, well, I shouldn't worry, Sarina said No publisher will print the book if it's as bad as all that."
 
"On the contrary, Sarina.  the Easter Bunny told me that all negotiations are settled and they have agreed to send a copy out with every single Easter Egg Basket this year. It will be an immediate publication. They make a special thing of that sort of book. They published Santa’s North Pole Memories the minute he finished it.
 
"Well when I tell you that Santa’s North Pole Memories are simply not to be compared with the Easter Bunny’s Recollections, you will understand what I am saying. The many exploits of his best friend appear in nearly every story in the book! I am horrified at the things he did!”
 
"What's to be done?" asked Sarina.
 
"The manuscript must be intercepted before it reaches the Easter Egg Basket Distribution Center, and destroyed!"
 
Sarina thought this sounded rather sporting.
 
"How are you going to do it?" Sarina inquired.
 
"How can I do it, replied Solider Sam ? Didn't I tell you the parcel goes off the day before Easter? I have a pre-arranged social obligation and won’t be back until Easter Morning. You must do it. “
 
"What!" Sarina reacted with shock.
 
Solider Sam gave Sarina a look.
 
"Do you mean to say you refuse to help me, Sarina?"
 
"No; but--I say!"
 
"It's quite simple, Sarina"
 
"But even if I--What I mean is--Of course, anything I can do--but--if you know what I mean----" said Sarina
 
"You say you want to me to be your Valet, Sarina?"
 
"Yes, of course; but still----" said Sarina
 
"I will never be your valet if those Recollections are published."
 
"But, Soldier Sam!" said Sarina
 
"I mean it. You may look on it as a test, Sarina. If you have the resource and courage to carry this thing through, I will take it as evidence that you are the real deal. If you don‘t do it, I will know that the agency was right when they advised me strongly not to be your valet.
 
It will be perfectly simple for you to intercept the manuscript, Sarina. It only requires a little resolution."
 
"But suppose the Easter Bunny catches me at it? He'd cut me off!." Sarina replied.
 
"If you care more for the Easter Bunny than for me, Sarina----"
 
"No, no! Rather not!" said Sarina
 
"Very well, then. The parcel containing the manuscript will, of course, be placed on the hall table for the delivery guy to take to the Easter Egg Basket Distribution Center. All you have to do is to take it away and destroy it. Then the Easter Bunny will think it has been lost in the post."
 
It sounded like a questionable plan to Sarina.
 
"Hasn't he got a copy of it?" Sarina asked.
 
"No; it has not been typed, said Solider Sam. “He is sending the manuscript just as he wrote it."
 
"But he could write it over again." Sarina responded.
 
"As if he would have the energy!" Soldier Sam said.
 
"But----" Sarina hesitated.
 
"If you are going to do nothing but make ridiculous objections, Sarina----"
 
"I was only pointing things out." Sarina said
 
"Well, don't! Once and for all, will you do me this quite simple act of kindness?" asked Soldier Sam.
 
The way he put it gave Sarina an idea.
 
"Why don’t you do it, Solider Sam? Keep it a Valet type of thing, kind of, don't you know."
 
The idea didn't seem to strike Soldier Sam.
 
"I will do nothing of the kind, Sarina. I wonder you can't appreciate the compliment I am paying you--trusting you like this."
 
"Oh, I see that all right, but what I mean is, You would do it so much better than I would, Solider Sam. It’s clear by now that you are up to all sorts of dodges, good at taking cover and what not.
 
"Sarina, will you or will you not do this perfectly simple thing for me? If not, say so now, and let us end this business of pretending that you give a flying fuck about me."
 
"Oh, all right," Sarina said. "All right! All right! All right!"
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 

“We need to save Rams Mascot, we are traveling to the moon with adversaries in our path, we need your help understanding what is going on!” said Sarina.
 
It looked up at Sarina and Soldier Sam and began speaking: “Well, we all used to live on the moon.
 
One day, one of our leaders wanted to take over Rams Planet, but this created conflict. The fight lasted for millenniums until the planet could no longer handle it anymore.
 
 
It would be difficult to describe the bond Sarina and Solider Sam felt that was here established on the seas. No one said that it was so. No one mentioned it. But it dwelt in the boat, and they both realised it.
 
Sarina and Solider Sam were friends, friends in a more curiously iron-bound degree than may be common.
 
It was more than a mere recognition of what was best for the common safety. There was surely in it a quality that was personal and heartfelt. And after this devotion to Sarina there was this comradeship that Solider Sam, for instance, who had been taught to be cynical of men, knew even at such a time this moment was the best experience of his life.
 
But no one said that it was so. No one mentioned it.
 
"I wish we had a sail," remarked Sarina. "We might try my overcoat on the end of an oar and give you a chance to rest, Soldier Sam."
 
So Soldier Sam held the mast and spread wide the overcoat and the little boat made good way with the new rig. Sometimes Soldier Sam had to scull sharply to keep the sea from breaking into the boat, but otherwise sailing was a success.
 
Meanwhile the lighthouse had been growing slowly larger. It had now almost assumed colour, and appeared like a little grey shadow on the sky.
 
Soldier Sam at the oars could not be prevented from turning his head rather often to try for a glimpse of this little grey shadow.
 
At last, from the top of each wave the partners in the tossing boat could see land. Even as the lighthouse was an upright shadow on the sky, this land seemed but a long black shadow on the sea. It certainly was thinner than paper.
 
"Sarina, by the way, I believe they abandoned that life-saving station there a time ago.” Soldier Sam was not very optimistic.
 
"Did they?" asked Sarina.
 
The wind slowly went away. Soldier Sam was now obliged to hold high the oar. But the waves continued their old tough swooping at the dingey, and the little craft, no longer under way, struggled  over them.
 
Shipwrecks are their own animal. If only we could train for them and have them occur when we had reached peak condition, there would be less disasters at sea.
 
Neither Sarina or Soldier Sam had slept any time worth mentioning for previous to embarking in the dingey, and in the excitement of clambering about the deck of a foundering ship they had also forgotten to eat heartily.
 
For these reasons, and for others, Soldier Sam was not fond of rowing at this time.
 
Sarina wondered how in the name of all that was holy could there be people who thought it amusing to row a boat.
 
It was not an amusement; it was punishing, and even someone who could convince themselves of anything could never conclude that it was anything but a slap in the face to the muscles and a crime against the Spirit.
 
Sarina mentioned to the boat in general how not the amusement of rowing struck her, and the weary-faced Soldier Sam smiled in full sympathy.
 
Previously to the foundering, by the way, Soldier Sam had worked double-watch in the engine-room of the ship.
 
"Take it easy, now, Soldier Sam." said Sarina.
 
"Don't spend yourself. If we have to run a surf you'll need all your strength, because we'll sure have to swim for it. Take your time."
 
Slowly the land arose from the sea. From a black line it became a line of black and a line of white, trees and sand.
 
Finally, Sarina said she could make out a house on the shore.
 
"That's the house of refuge, for sure," said Soldier Sam. "They'll see us before long, and come out after us."
 
The distant lighthouse reared high.
 
"The keeper ought to be able to make us out now, if he's looking through a glass," said Sarina. "He'll notify the life-saving people."
 
"No other boat could have got ashore to give word of the wreck," said Soldier Sam in a low voice. "Else the lifeboat would be out hunting us."
 
Slowly and beautifully the land loomed out of the sea. The wind came again. It had veered from the NE to the SE. Finally, a new sound struck the ears of Sarina and Solider Sam in the boat. It was the low thunder of the surf on the shore.
 
"We'll never be able to make the lighthouse now," said Sarina. "Swing the head a little more north, Soldier Sam.”
 
"'You got it. A little more north,' Sarina," said Soldier Sam.
 
Whereupon the little boat turned its nose once more down the wind, and they both watched the shore grow. Under the influence of this expansion, doubt and apprehension were leaving Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
The management of the boat was still most absorbing, but it could not prevent a quiet cheerfulness. Soon, perhaps, they would be ashore. And soon they will for sure be able to celebrate Sarina’s Birthday like they had been looking forward to the whole year. From the day after her Birthday last year.
 
Their muscles had become thoroughly used to balancing in the boat, and they now rode this Wild Bronx Bronco of a dingey like pros.
 
Soldier Sam thought that he had been drenched to the skin, but happening to feel in the top pocket of his coat, he found a pack of cigarettes!!
 
Half of them were soaked with sea-water; and the other half were perfectly scathless.
 
After a search, Sarina produced some dry matches, and thereupon the partners rode strong in their little boat, and with an assurance of an impending rescue shining in their eyes, puffed on the smokes and judged the good and bad of all humankind.
 
Sarina and Solider Sam both took a drink of Scotch that they had in store for the Big Celebration ahead. Like the Magic Island, Sarina’s Birthday was getting closer and closer!!
 
 
The Starship rushed fast through the air without a bump or a jolt, when all of a sudden bad weather overtook Sarina and Soldier Sam. The Starship began to swing from side to side
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
 
 
“Let’s go to Burger King!“ Solider Sam approached the car. “Wow, what a beauty.”
 
Sarina turned to look at Soldier Sam. “I beg your pardon?”
 
“I said she’s a beauty.”
 
“The car. You were talking about the car.”
 
“Yeah, right“.. Sarina was checking out the car’s sleek curves.
 
“It’s the latest thing.” Solider Sam said starting on a litany of the car’s greatest features.
 
Sarina held up a hand. “I know all about cars.
 
“Well, why don’t you get in. Get the feel of it.”
 
Sarina slid into the drivers seat, She touched the gear shift
 
“It’s got a Radio.” Solider Sam’s voice interrupted her..
 
She touched the steering wheel, thinking about the future. Road trips. Its always such an adventure out there, just waiting for me thought Sarina.
 
“Um, Sarina?
 
“Yes?”
 
Solider Sam smiled, and held up the car’s key. “Road trip?”
 
The traffic moved forward a couple of feet and the people behind them are honking. You should keep up with the others, Solider Sam says.
 
If this is such a smart car, Sarina replied, it can damn well drive itself.
 
Traffic starts to move again around them, but they're stuck now behind the vehicle. There's a lot of honking and fender crunches as cars try to squeeze around them.
 
The dashboard is making binging and bonging noises to go with the flashing lights. Can't you turn that damned thing off? Sarina asks.
 
Solider Sam fumbles with the buttons and dials on the instrumentation panel and sets off a wailing alarm.
 
What was that? Sarina exclaimed.
 
It's probably just the virtual reality feature, Solider Sam says calmly, something happening on our windshield that we can't see because of the sunlight.
 
With sound effects? Shock waves? Sarina is still concerned.
 
It's a very smart car, Solider Sam reminds her.
 
I just want to get to Burger King for a Double Whopper with Cheese!” Sarina complains.
 
The special feature gizmo on the dashboard showing what lies ahead has gone  dark.
 
Perhaps they've lost reception. But then there are sirens around them either from outside the car or inside the dashboard.
 
There's a kind of whooshing bump—FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS! Sarina shouts—and the temperature drops and sky darkens and they are all alone on an empty highway.
 
Sarina turns on the windshield wipers, turns them off, turns on the headlamps.
 
Why is it so dark out? Sairna asks.
 
Probably a different time zone, Solider Sam says with a shrug.
 
I wish I knew where we are, complains Sarina as they race along,
 
The special satellite feature on the dashboard is working again, but it seems to be stuck back in the other time zone, where it's still sunny.
 
Now turn on your interior lights, Sarina and I'll show you how to get the video phone going. Also I'll see you better with the lights on.
 
Maybe it would help if  you could turn off the virtual reality on the windshield, Sarina.
 
It's not like the dashboard feature, Sarina. It only shows what's around you that you can't see because of the dark, things like road signs, billboards, other stuff
 
Actually, with the full moon out, I can see most of those things anyway, Sarina says, now I can read the signs.
 
We're passing one now. It says Burger King!
 
Look at the screen on the dashboard, Sarina. It's right here!
 
The special satellite feature already has the menu right in front of them.
 
Whoa! Sarina says
 
Everything in between them and Burger King is suddenly contested airspace.
 
Overhead, bombers and cargo planes, fired upon by booming anti-aircraft batteries, are flying through searchlight beams and exploding shells, dropping bombs and parachutists.
 
Let go of the wheel, Sarina! Soldier shouts, his urgency making him sound more like a drill sergeant.
 
The virtual reality feature will drive you out of this!
 
On the ground, heavy artillery is shelling the tanks and armoured cars rolling through the ruins of the filling stations and restaurants.
 
And keep your foot off the brake, Sarina!
 
They are surrounded by waves of troops attacking one another with grenade and rocket launchers, flamethrowers, submachine guns, missiles. Fighter jets strafe the battling troops, water bursts from bombed mains, and balls of fire roll into the air.
 
The car bounces across blasted parking lots, races past exploding gas pumps, dodges the tumbling debris and the low-flying jets, then drops down into a ditch, weaves through a thick forest, splashes across a river, climbs a bank, wheels spinning in the mud, and lands finally on a darkened highway.
 
Where are we? Sarina complains.
 
Uh oh. More changes happening here, Watch the wheel, Sarina! Just keep going straight ahead!
 
Solider Sam turns the virtual reality feature off and turns the music on from the radio, noticing how silent the night is.
 
As if simply by magic, the road was empty. No other cars or lights.
 
At least we're going the right direction, Solider Sam says cheerfully.
 
They cross into the sunshine and soon they are driving through light traffic down the sunny highway, heading for Burger King with their favorite song on the radio as they roll along.
 
Sarina starts Singing. “Better than what is coming from the radio, says Solider Sam. Although you kinda need the backbeat.”
 
Everything is familiar now, and so, being familiar, passes without notice. “I know where we are now” says Sarina.
 
We went for a ride in the car, Sarina” Solider Sam recaps the drive. “Things happened. Now we’re at Burger King so the real adventure is just starting.”
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
The Starship rushed fast through the air without a bump or a jolt, when all of a sudden bad weather overtook Sarina and Soldier Sam. The Starship began to swing from side to side
 
 
The chairman wondered what the hell was going on, and he decided to look into the matter himself. It was paramount that he seek out a decent vantage point, so he left the officers to their own business and went to check out the wireless communications unit. We were making our way quickly with a zig here and a zig there as we beat out a path to the next destination, keeping a distance from the flanking fleet.
 
 
Despite the fact that the signals were being shielded from forces on the Mainland, they had somehow spotted us, and the shelling began again in earnest. An hour passed and then the barrage stopped as suddenly as it had started. It seemed like a peaceful silence to the officers, they gave the signal to advance and the chairman jumped up like there would be a real opportunity for some significant gains.
 
The view we had achieved from our new position was not as good as the officers had hoped. We spotted one of the islands with a fresh mountain range that was unexpected and the officers scrambled to verify our new vantage point on the maps. Reconnaissance had reported an unidentified group of spectators on a high plateau and they appeared as if little ants scurrying around, but we had no idea what their intentions were or if they were packing a punch.
 
 
So were descended into another proverbial valley as far as intelligence was concerned, and the chairman decided to set up a new headquarters where the officers could be tuned into the wireless to establish communications with our flank. Maybe they could be of some assistance. The time passed quickly, and the first reports coming in from the companies were somewhat contradictory and a little bit obscure. Even though they were close to the island, they had not as of yet encountered any resistance but were establishing a solid line of defence anyway.
 
During the ensuing hours, activity on the island appeared to the officers as chiefly single, disjointed actions, without any real coordination, but it quickly became apparent that a surprise was going to be in order. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the group appeared to be in an organizational mode, so we had to become prepared for another onslaught. A scouting party has achieved some success in determining exactly what types of forces were present and they quickly relayed their concerns as they advanced slowly to get an even better perspective.
 
Bad news would come next from the officers in communication with the scout team from the flanking fleets. They indicated that they had found themselves in an unfavourable position among elements from the Mainland that had taken up quarters in our immediate vicinity, so the chairman took it upon himself to find out first-hand what sort of contingencies were anticipated by the officers. After briefly examining the must recent reconnaissance intelligence, the chairman decided that a offensive show of strength would be warranted in this case. The position of our company was hardly satisfactory.
 
 
We quickly became underpinned by initial fire from the Mainland forces, and wasted little time in getting undercover, since we had no great direct view of their positions and our ears rang in response to a huge explosion just off the mark of our position. The chairman advised the reconnaissance team to advance using caution and following on these orders, they achieved a measure of success. When they scanned the terrain, they spotted what looked like an observation post, so the chairman agreed that this would be a suitable initial target, something to get us going and fire at.
 
 
 
 
Once we engaged, the sudden attenuation of activity directed towards us from the island seemed like a great blessing. The chairman had been irritated that it took the officers so long to positively identify a key position on the island because it had halted our advance and pinned us down, but the thought of actually being hit did not occur in the minds of the officers. They had been in situations like this before and even while their stomachs crawled regularly, most were readily accustomed to this physical phenomenon. We were certainly in a spot.
 
 
The fleets to our flank were tasked with the most dangerous task for our company in this case, the destruction of the coastal battery that was now clearly preparing for another round of action. The chairman had little time to prepare for this contingency and he was given carte blanche from the Oceana authorities since a positive advance against the Mainland forces would be a good bargaining chip in their political negotiations. The conditions were quite similar that that faced by another company in previous months.
 
 
The officers observed that it would be lucky for the chairman to not subsequently be subject to a review by the Oceana authorities about the details of the operation. His knowledge of the vicinity, gained by the study of maps and photographs taken by the drones, enabled him to positively identify the spot on the island that would serve as the target. On reaching the range of the target, the officers encountered a state and condition of affairs that might well have quieted even a strong and robust heart.
 
 
We halted often enough to make sure they were advancing correctly given the light conditions provided by the moon, and we thankfully slipped by a patrol that had come from the Mainland. The operators of the drone had hardly joined the company when the chairman gave the order for the gaps in the island forces to be blown. The success signal was relayed within an hour, right before the second drone was set to arrive. Filled with pride that an action in the interests of Oceana was complete, the officers felt that, even while a tradition of excellence had not yet been established by Oceana in this theatre, they were instrumental in an effort to create one that could have lasting effects.
 
 
Both of Sarina and Soldier Sam’s eyes opened wide.
 
“Sarina! That must be what happened to Rams Mascot! He must’ve seen the same guy that grabbed Rams Mascot so they took him out before he could tell anyone.” Soldier Sam exclaimed.
 
“Yes, that sounds about right, and if we don’t get to Rams Planet right now, we could be next.” concluded Sarina.


 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
 
PART 1
Sarina suddenly looked up at the Scoreboard at Rams Stadium, her problem was still unsolved, and there was in the air that sense of Pre Game Hype before the Rams Game, which is so essential to life.
The Rams Scoreboard had a rough start to the year, but still it threw out a deep Royal Blue/Sol glow. As Sarina looked up it started booming in spite of the season’s difficulties.
There on the 50 Yard Line sat Rams Mascot, steadily stealing a glance at Sarina’s eyes. He made a motion to it as though to hunt it away, but it did not stir.
Then Sarina made the motion of throwing something. Still Rams Mascot did not stir, but showed its Tough Guy Colors, and his eyes shone in the Stadium lights with an added effect.
Sarina felt amazed, and seizing the First Down Marker Chains, ran onto the field. But before she could reach the 50 Yard Line, the Mascot let out with a rally cry to the crowd, took a couple of steps jumping and running up the rope, the Marine Corps Climbing Rope that Soldier Sam had stolen from a nearby Boot Camp.
At the top of the training rope was the Rams Scoreboard with an Alarm Bell affixed to the bottom of the scoreboard at the top of the climbing rope.
It was not quite visible to all the Rams Fans that day since their eyes were strictly fixed on the Rams Scoreboard Lights, and there was darkness beyond the range of the digital spectacle. Instantly, the noisy scampering of the football players on the field began again.
All at once Sarina stopped, as on previous game days being overcome by a sudden sense of excitement. Sarina had been given the responsibility of controlling the Scoreboard Display Content on her Smart Phone from her position on the field.
Sarina remembered the occurrence at the First Rams Game this Season, when Soldier Sam had locked himself in the control room and highjacked the Scoreboard Display. To be sure, Sarina was not going to let that happen on this day.
There, right smack dab on the 50 yard line sat Rams Mascot, clearly to be full of mischief for this game.
Instinctively Sarina took the nearest thing to her hand, the official game day football, and flung it at Rams Mascot. The football was not quite aimed right and Rams Mascot did not stir, so again the shot of the First Down Marker was repeated against at Rams Mascot, and being closely pursued, fled up the climbing rope of the Alarm Bell stationed on the bottom of the scoreboard.
Strangely too, the departure of Rams Mascot up the rope was instantly followed by the renewal of the noise made by the football players, as the Kick Off was drawing near.
On this occasion, as on the previous one, Sarina could not see into which part of the Scoreboard Rams Mascot disappeared, for her Smart Phone needed all of the Pixels in each compartment to Display her content to the tens of thousands of fans in Rams Stadium that day.
Could Rams Mascot have the intent to Sabotage the Scoreboard this Game? Only time would tell.
On looking at her watch Sarina found it was close to gametime; so she lit up the Scoreboard and made herself a glass of Bourbon, as was her custom to make it through the game. Sarina had got through a good spell of work, and thought herself entitled to a bit of liquor; and so she sat on the bench at the side of the field and enjoyed it.
 While drinking, Sarina began to think that she would like to know where Rams Mascot disappeared to, for she had certain ideas not entirely disconnected with a Rams Mascot Trap.
Accordingly Sarina lit up several parts to the Scoreboard to play Feature Presentations she had composed over this past week placing it so it would shine well into the view of all the Rams Fans.
 
Then Sarina got all the footballs in her vicinity and placed them handy to throw at Rams Mascot. Finally, Sarina lifted the rope of the Alarm Bell and placed the end of it on the 50 Yard Line Stage.
 
 'You could inform the entire State of California of an important event, one much greater than a football game,' Sarina thought to herself. When her preparations were made she looked around, and said to Soldier Sam:
'There now, my friend, I think we shall learn something of you this time!' Sarina began her work again, and though as before somewhat disturbed at first by the noise of the football players, soon lost herself in her propositions and problems.
Again Sarina was called to her immediate surroundings suddenly. This time it might not have been the sudden silence only which took her attention; there was a slight movement of the rope, and the Scoreboard Lights moved.
Without hesitation, Sarina looked to see if her pile of footballs was within range, and then cast her eye along the climbing rope. As Sarina looked she saw Rams Mascot drop from the rope on the 50 yard line stage and look at her like as if to challenge.
Sarina raised a football in her hand, and taking careful aim, fired it at Rams Mascot who, with a quick movement, sprang aside and dodged the missile.
Sarina then took another football, and a third, and fired them one after another at Rams Mascot, but each time unsuccessfully. At last, as Sarina stood with a football poised in her hand to throw, Rams Mascot had given up his defenses.
This made Sarina more than ever eager to strike, and the football flew and struck the Rams Mascot with a resounding blow. He gave a shout out of surprise and turning away from his pursuer, ran up the steps to the 50 Yard Line Stage and made a great jump to the rope of the Alarm Bell and ran up it like lightning.
The Scoreboard Foundation rocked under the sudden strain, but it secured strongly and did not topple over since it had been engineered so solidly.. Sarina kept her eyes on Rams Mascot, and saw him leap into the structure and disappear through a hole in one of the great sections of the Display Marvel, making himself obscured and invisible to the world.
Sarina turned herself towards Soldier Sam, who was looking forward to the Rams Game too.
 
'Soldier Sam, I shall with pleasure answer you any question you may choose to ask me if you will answer me one question first.' said Sarina
Solider Sam seemed surprised, but he smiled and answered at once, 'Done! What is it?'
'Did My Bronx Friends ask you to come here and see me and advise me?'
Soldier Sam for a moment was taken aback, and Sarina’s Friends got Hot and turned away; but Soldier Sam was a frank and ready figure, and he answered at once and openly.
'Your Bronx Friends did: but didn't intend you to know it. I suppose it was certain parts of my actions that made you suspect.
Your Bronx Friends told me they did not like the idea of your being in LA all by yourself, and that they also thought you were getting too attached to your bottles of Bourbon.
In fact, your Bronx Friends want me to advise you if possible to give up the Bourbon and the very late hours. I was quite the party goer in my time, so I suppose I may take the liberty and without offense, advise you not quite as a stranger.'
Sarina with a bright smile held out her hand. 'Fo’ Sure as I always say,' Sarina said. 'I must thank you for your kindness and My Bronx Friends too, and your kindness deserves a return on my part. I promise to take no more strong Bourbon at Rams Games—no Bourbon at all till you let me—and I will not stay up so late at night. Will that do?'
'Fantastic,' responded Soldier Sam. 'Now tell us all that you have noticed in LA so far,' and so Sarina then and there told in minute detail all that had happened lately.
Sarina was interrupted every now and then by some exclamation from her Bronx Friends, till finally when she told of the episode of going to the Dodgers Games.
Sarina’s Bronx Friends pent-up frustrations found vent in expressed shock; and it was not till a stiff glass of Bourbon had been administered that Sarina grew composed again.
Soldier Sam listened with a face of growing interest, and when the narrative was complete and Sarina’s Bronx Friends had been restored he asked:
'The Rams Mascot always went up the climbing rope of the Alarm Bell?'
'Always Every Game.', replied Sarina.
'I suppose you know,' said Soldier Sam after a pause, 'what the rope is?'
'No, I don’t know about the details of it', answered Sarina.
'It is,' said Soldier Sam slowly, 'the very rope Rams Mascot used in Boot Camp at the nearby Training Base. I recently acquired the rope via theft when I went on an excursion there.
Here Soldier Sam was interrupted by another scream from Sarina’s Bronx Friends and steps had to be taken for her recovery. Sarina having looked at her watch, and found that it was close to Game Time and readied herself.
When Sarina’s Bronx Friends regained their composure they almost assailed Soldier Sam with very pointed questions as to what he meant by putting such stories into Sarina’s head. 'Sarina has quite enough there already to upset her,' they added.
Soldier Sam replied:
'My Dear Bronx Friends, I had a distinct purpose in it! I wanted to draw Sarina’s attention to the Alarm Bell Rope, and to fix it there. It may be that she is in a highly distraught state, and has been Reporting on the Team too much, although I am bound to say that she seems as sound and healthy a woman, in strength and spirit, as ever I saw.”
But then the football players—and that suggestion of the devil.' Soldier Sam looked down at the ground and went on. 'I would have offered to go everywhere with her, but that I felt sure it would have been a cause of offence, to the Team. Not that I really care about offending them, it’s more like disinterest. Except for Game Days, of course.” Soldier Sam added.
Sarina may get into some strange fright and if she does I want her to pull that rope and ring the alarm bell, so we can rescue her,” Soldier Sam explained.
All alone as Sarina is it will give us warning at the base, and we may reach her in time to be of service. I plan to be sitting up pretty attentive during all team activities and will always keep my ears open. Do not be alarmed if the National Guard issues a strong response before morning.'
'Oh, Soldier Sam, what do you mean? What do you mean?' Sarina asked.
'I mean this; that possibly—actually more probably—we shall hear the great alarm bell from Rams Stadium tonight,' and Soldier Sam made about as effective an exit as could be thought of to head for the concession stands before the game got started.
 
PART 2
 
Sarina had all the Rams Games worked out in her Reporters Notebook all right, and then her attention began to wander from Football.
The actual circumstances around Sarina, the calls on her attention, and her susceptibility as a result of her perfection were not to be denied. By this time the crowd noise had become much louder, and was about to reach a fever pitch.
Rams Stadium, solid though it was, seemed to shake to its foundations, and the crowd of fans roared and raged through its many concourse levels, private luxury boxes, up and down every corridor, spilling into the massive overflow sections in Hollywood Park and indeed all over LA and the State of California.
Even the Great Alarm Bell on the Scoreboard must have felt the force of the raucous, for the rope rose and fell slightly, as though the bell were moved a little from time to time still without sound and the climbing rope fell on the 50 Yard Line with room to spare. There needed to be a bit of slack in the rope, as Soldier Sam had designed it, for reasons we will see soon enough.
As Sarina worked the Scoreboard Content masterfully, she bethought herself of Soldier Sam’s words, 'It is the rope which Marines used in Bootcamp and she went over to the rope to take a look at it. Her hand touched the knot at the bottom of it, a knot that could not be broken by most Marines..
There seemed a sort of strong interest in it, and as Sarina stood there she lost herself for a moment in speculation as to just who these Marines were, and all of Soldier Sam’s stories of their exploits.
As Sarina stood there the swaying of the bell on the Scoreboard still lifted the rope now and again; but presently there came a new sensation—a sort of tremor in the rope, as though something was moving along it.
Looking up instinctively, Sarina saw Rams Mascot speeding down towards her, glaring at him steadily. He dropped the rope and started back with a muttered curse, and then to Sarina’s surprise, Rams Mascot turning ran up the rope again and disappeared, and at the same instant Sarina became conscious that the noise of the football players, which had ceased for a while, began again.
All this set Sarina conviction, and it occurred to her that she had not investigated Ram Mascot’s Trophy Case or looked at the Super Bowl Rings, as she had intended. But she had some clips of them to put on the Scoreboard to complement the content she had created for the game—a Super Bowl Highlights Video sequence named, appropriately, “The Chase for a Ring: Everyone’s Dream, but Especially Me!”
Sarina lit up the Scoreboard without shade, and, holding it up strong with her Smart Phone, noted that a section had went blank and the Video was not rolling across the screen as she had designed.
“Damn that Rams Mascot!!” Sarina turned to Soldier Sam. But Soldier Sam was not there. Where was Soldier Sam?
 Soldier Sam had a diversion on the way to that concession stand. He went on an excursion to Rams Mascot’s Trophy Case and stood in front of the Super Bowl Ring Section. Soldier Sam had disappeared from that field for a reason. He had a destination for what he was about to steal.
At the first glance he started back so suddenly that he almost dropped his baseball bat, it was quite a sight. The most important Super Bowl Ring in the Entire World, and a look of extreme motivation overspread his face. His knees felt weak—he would need them for what he was about to do, and because of this, his Heart trembled like the grounds of an Earthquake.
But Soldier Sam knew what his mission was that day, if not anything else was known to him in the world so he pulled himself together, and after the pause of a few seconds stepped into his swing, raised the bat, and struck through the reinforced barrier, and examined the Super Bowl Rings in front of him and one now stood out clearly.
It wasn’t just a moment of coincidence that made Sarina’s Smart Phone controlling the Scoreboard fall from hand at that very instance, that same moment in time.
Then Sarina saw Rams Mascot fly down the rope, and noted the sudden cessation of the noise of the football players. However, Sarina pulled herself together, and went on with her examination of all the video content she had at her disposal.
With a feeling of something like destiny, Sarina recognised the scene of Rams Stadium as it stood, and gazed around her in an awestruck manner as though she expected to find some powerful presence there that day.
There, at the 50 Yard Line, with the climbing rope hanging behind, sat Rams Mascot, and save for the shouts of the Rams Fans, without there was silence.
Another bottle of Bourbon recalled Sarina to herself. Fortunately it was unopened so the liquor had not been spilt as a result of all the commotion. However, the practical need of attending to it settled at once her apprehensions. When she had reached the bottom, in a matter of minutes, Sarina tried to pick herself up off the floor and thought for a moment.
'This will not do,' Sarina said to herself. 'If I go on like this I shall become a crazy fool. This must stop! I promised Soldier Sam I would not drink the entire bottle of Bourbon..
Soldier Sam was pretty right about me not being able to put down the bottle of Bourbon! My nerves must have been getting into quite a state. Funny I did not notice it. I never felt better in my life. However, it is all right now, and I shall not be such a fool again.'
Then Sarina poured herself just one more good stiff glass of Bourbon and resolutely prepared to ready her Reporting Notebook for the game, which was about to start!
Sarina listened and watched attentively, and presently heard swift whistle noise at the the 50 Yard Line where the climbing rope hung down, and she thought it was the smashing of rope on the floor as the swaying of the bell raised and lowered it.
But it was in fact the Kick off to the Rams Game. Sarina felt for a moment another moment of panic as she thought that now the possibility of calling the outer world to her assistance was cut off, but an intense motion took its place, and seizing the football hurled it at Rams Mascot.
The blow was well aimed, but before the missile could reach him Rams Mascot dropped off and struck the floor with a soft thud.
Sarina instantly rushed over towards Rams Mascot but it darted away and disappeared in the darkness of the shadows of Rams Stadium. Sarina felt that her work was over for the night, and determined then and there to order Rams Stadium Security to put on a hunt for Rams Mascot.
From where she stood, Sarina looked up to the Scoreboard and saw all the evidence of sabotage she needed to put the Rams Mascot away for good. All of Sarina’s football video content was erased.
There was only on the screen fixed into place, a picture of her and Rams Mascot, alongside two Super Bowl Rings. All across the other portions of the Scoreboard were nothing but Flying Hearts.
 Sarina rubbed her eyes in surprise, and then a great wave began to come upon her.
Sarina almost in a daze turned slowly round, and then her strength of resolve seemed to have left her and she was incapable of action or movement, hardly even of thought.
There, on the great 50 Yard Line, stood Soldier Sam, with a smile of triumph on his resolute face as he lifted up with his hands a great weight..
Sarina felt as if the blood was running from her heart, as one does in moments of prolonged suspense. There was a ringing in her ears from the roar and howl of the crowd, and through it, swept on the storm, the moment in Time Soldier Sam had hit the Turf, sliding down the rope.
Sarina stood for a space of time that seemed to her endless still as the Lombardi Super Bowl Trophy, and with wide-open eyes, breathless. As the kick off struck, so the smile of triumph on Soldier Sam face intensified, and he picked up the piece of the rope of the Alarm Bell which lay on the floor, drew it through his hands and then deliberately began to fasten the Super Bowl Ring to the end of it.
Sarina tried to think of what she should do. There was some triumph in Soldier Sam’s eyes, which he never took off Sarina. It was far and away beyond his capability.
Activities such as these had went on for many times, Soldier Sam seeming never discouraged nor discomposed at failure, but playing as if her owned the game.. At last in despair, which had reached its climax, Sarina cast a quick glance round her.
Sarina walked over and placed herself standing at the 50 yard line, and stepping up beside him, put her hand up and caught the end of the swaying rope of the alarm bell.
As Soldier Sam raised his hand the football players fled in fright, and disappeared through the tunnel out of the playing field. Taking the end of the rope, where the Super Bowl Ring was now in Sarina’s hand he suggested she take control of the Alarm Bell rope and show all the amateurs there that day how professionals take care of business.
When the Alarm Bell of Rams Stadium began to sound the crowd soon assembled with excitement, and Sarina, as always, became the Star of the Show!
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
After calling Sarina, Soldier Sam dropped in on Cupid. Soldier Sam didn’t have an idea for a Valentines Day Activity to submit yet, and he caught Cupid in a hurried moment flying off to a producers' conference.
 
Sarina was surprised she and Soldier Sam were invited to step in before Cupid was off to the races..
 
Cupids office was about what you would suspect. Sarina thought the red walls with hearts painted on it was a nice touch.
 
There were no letters worth reading on Cupids desk, but there was some bourbon in a cupboard and presently Sarina took a seat on the couch and started drinking.
 
“Don’t fall asleep, Sarina” Soldier Sam suggested. “You have to be quick and alert when Cupid gets back.”
 
Soon, Cupid returned to his office and was not in a receptive mood and looked at Soldier Sam with almost indignation.
 
'Of all the damn nonsense! We get a hurry call--heads of all Valentines Activity departments. One guy was late and we had wait for him. He comes in and gets bereted for wasting time.
 
“They say time is money, but in this case, planning time cuts into the fun Sarina and I am hoping to have on Valentines Day” observed Soldier Sam.
 
“Then what do you suppose?” Cupid continued. I lost all my arrows. I’m pretty sure I remember where I left them, but…” 
 
Soldier Sam wanted to make it clear that Cupid would not associate the happening with Sarina. After all, Sarina was starting to warm up to the idea of a Valentines Activity, and wanted Cupid to get his arrows back if not for her, for everyone else.
 
“I stopped all the meetings with the activity planners” Cupid explained. 'I instructed everyone to stop everything they were doing to locate my arrows.' He sank despairingly into a chair,
 
'I don’t have much time to talk to you guys today, Cupid motioning at Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have to get a few activities on the calendar schedule . Got your idea yet, Soldier Sam?'
 
'No I don’t have an Idea totally worked out yet,' said Soldier Sam, but..I was thinking maybe Sarina and I could Hit up a go-kart track”
Sarina jumped into the conversation: Go-kart tracks can be Tons of fun, Soldier Sam, but many Go-kart tracks aren’t always indoors, the weather would have to cooperate.”
 
Soldier Sam agreed, “the Go-Kart Track might be slick with ice but I’ve never met anyone who went around a go-kart track/demolition derby and was bored doing it”.
 
"And you, Cupid?" Sarina asked, “What do you think about the Go-Kart Track for a Valentines activity?”
 
"I've heard only the general line for justifying such an adventure for Valentines Day," said Cupid with director's caution, "but it seems you two could handle it, you know, give it your best effort and make a fun day out of it”
 
Cupid winked at Soldier Sam. "I didn't know you still had original ideas to propose to Sarina, since you have tried to get a date with her for so long, I didn’t think you had much a brain."
 
Soldier Sam glowed with the compliment, but Sarina, even though she was considering doing the Go-kart track thing didn’t jump on the bandwagon just yet.
 
'All right then,' said Soldier Sam. 'I'm going to stand over there and put the magic on you while you say your line.'
 
'Oh, for God's sake!' said Sarina. 'Listen, I'll support this concept I have my schedule right over there. Here, I'll get it.'
 
Sarina dashed into the other room and Soldier Sam felt the relief. Maybe Cupid would approve this Go-Kart Track idea but the jury was still out.
 
 
"It's important nobody talks about this" cautioned Sarina. "Those Honchos running the Valentines Day Activity Directorate  would find some way of shooting it down.
 
Cupid responded, Let’s work hard on so we can get the script done we'll finalise it with the Board of Directors"
 
"I agree," said Soldier Sam "They have run the studio so long that--well, I don't know what the outcome would be. It’s not like Sarina and I could find tickets to the track by ourselves, but if we can get those tickets, well.. we’ll be off to the Races!”
 
Sarina was surprised. She didn’t know how tough of a ticket the Go-Kart Track would be on Valentines Day and that getting those tickets lined up was the hinge upon which swung the great Valentines Day Activity proposal
 
Sarina’s response was clear. “Let’s Go Soldier Sam. Lets do everything we can to get that Go-Kart Track Ticket for Valentines  Day. That sounds like so much fun. And I can drive like the devil when I get the chance!”
 
 
 
 
 
TRAINING
 
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
Soldier Sam listened, incredulous, at what Rams Mascot told him, and he suddenly felt a new respect for Rams Mascot. Soldier Sam was trying his best, but Rams Mascot was pushing him to his limits. With this respect came the sinking knowledge that what Rams Mascot was telling him was true. As he slipped from sight, Soldier Sam heard Rams Mascot one more time before he made his rounds around the training range to ride the dark sky by himself.
Prior to this deployment, there had been a week-long briefing, and every officer has been required to submit their own written sketch of the plan from memory to the chairman. If ever the officers could claim that they contributed a solid piece to the operation, the chief garrison of the battery could surely do so. The plan of attack devised by the chairman was elaborate, and the company could be viewed as divided into several different specialties, each with a distinct tasking: the organization party at the rendezvous, the battery reconnaissance party, a taping party to guide the unit on its way, along with breaching, assault and reserve companies.
 
“Task success equals mission success” may hold true in theory as long as Red is constrained. But in our experience, rarely in the real world does the sum of the tasks successfully completed equal mission success. to note that there is no experimentation in the usual sense in Fleet Problems. We are not notionally employing systems and weapons that are not already deployed in the fleet. Each unit attacks the problem using what it has physically on hand today. So commander developing and executing a plan must be based on our warfighting intent rather than ticking off a discrete schedule of individual training objectives.
 
The officers had made it worth the effort because they held the last line of defence before objections by the Mainland had been made.. One side made promises of supply substitutes for the fleets, even while the other maintained priorities in other programmes. It was up to the officers to decide to form an alliance with HQs so the supplies would be hammered through  It would prove difficult to reestablish communications with the mainland even while much of the chairmans motivations had been developed over time to address this issue with HQs. The incident in question was still in disrepute when the officers came together to deliver a solution to change the principal policies.
 
 
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ACTIVITY
 
 
Sarina was driving up to the Burger King Parking Lot for Lunch, and her spirits mounted still higher when she opened the door to the fast food establishment. Sarina was hungry.
Sarina started walking into the restaurant, but didn’t see any customers sitting at the tables. When she walked up to the counter, no worker was there to greet her and punch in the order.
Sarina was curious, so she scanned the back of the kitchen and didn’t see anyone there either. Burger King was totally empty!!
After waiting for some time, Sarina turned to leave and try her luck at another restaurant down the street.
And that’s when Soldier Sam walked right up to the counter to greet her.
“I’m here to help” Soldier Sam was friendly. “Is there anything you would like me to do for you today?”
Sarina was thinking he didn’t look exactly like anyone she would expect to find serving her at Burger King.
Soldier Sam wasn’t smiling but his desire to work that afternoon was evident.
Solider Sam’s speech was direct and practical; in spite of clear exhaustion. The kitchen area was quite orderly and gave Sarina confidence to eat lunch at Burger King that day;
"'This menu is better than anything I had dreamed of,' said Sarina.
"'Well, Miss, that's not a wise way of beginning a bargain, if you'll excuse me.' Soldier Sam replied. “I could charge you through the roof for your meal, take you for everything you got.”
However, Soldier Sam took no advantage, of Sarina’s admission; and they struck the bargain as Soldier Sam opened up a little bit.
 
“ I wouldn’t mind if you come behind the counter so I can teach you how to make your order” Soldier Sam said surprisingly. “It will make your Burger King Lunch Experience more interesting.”
Sarina had not planned on making her lunch, but Soldier Sam had a point. How boring is it to just stand there by the Soda Fountain waiting.
 
“It helps to have a can-do Do It Yourself attitude in Life,” Sarina decided.
Now it occurred to Sarina that she might do very well with Soldier Sam, so this was settled and Sarina jumped over the countertop into the Kitchen.
“Where do I start?” asked Sarina.
To this day, Soldier Sam can hardly describe the happiness he experienced having a customer.
“My friends call me Sarina, and your Name Tag says Soldier Sam. Pleased to meet you!” Sarina was generous.
“I keep myself busy” Solider Sam explained, even though this place has been empty except for me for the last 10 years”
 
“I have a sharp appetite for meals, and practice my skills every morning. Then I wind up the day’s work planning my next Adventures” Soldier Sam explained. “You know, directing manoeuvres to the beach and back from my remote work station.”
Sarina observed that Solider Sam was not used to talking much; and when she started to addressed him, Soldier Sam seemed at times unable to give attention.
It was as though Soldier Sam strayed off to some small job he had forgotten, and his eyes wore a listening look, like he was waiting for Sarina to talk.
"Well, that is what I'm coming to. That, so to say, this is just It!!” Sarina exclaimed. “I’ve always been curious what happens behind that counter. I mean what is it like?” Sarina inquired.
“Well, every morning I wake up, I Start my day practicing my skills by making one order of everything on the menu, so I am at the ready should any customers walk through that door. Meals prepared to the moment.” Declared Solider Sam.
Whoppers, with and without cheese, sometimes with bacon and special sauce, regular cheeseburgers, chicken sandwich, fries, onion rings, and everything else you could imagine!”
“As we Like to say in commercials: ‘Have It Your Way’ But I don’t do Fish Sandwiches. They’re Disgusting!”
 In a hundred little ways Soldier Sam’s orderliness, these preparations, seemed to read Sarina’s interest.
“Did I wish the roses renewed in a bowl upon the dining-table, considered Sarina. Sure enough at the next meal they would be replaced by fresh ones”.
Did Sarina want to try the “Impossible Whopper?” Soldier Sam had mastered that task as well..
 “Soldier Sam must have surprised and interpreted a glance of mine.” Considered Sarina. “And yet I could not remember having anticipated the Flowers at the Table adjacent to the Drinking Fountain.
And how on earth had Solider Sam guessed the very roses, the very shapes and colours I had lightly wished for? Sarina was amazed.
“This is only an instance, you understand.” Explained Sarina.”Every day, and from morning to night from here on out, Solider Sam, I want to happen on other surprises, each slight enough, but all together bearing witness to true love.
"I am a light eater, Soldier Sam”. Explained Sarina, as you might guess, I’m not going to order every item on the menu right here and now.
“So you  'Ready up' at four in the morning every day, Soldier Sam?  That’s what the Store Hours sign says on the front door” inquired Sarina.
 
I’m always ready, Sarina” answered Soldier Sam. “As for customers, never a trace, but there is one guy who visits on every Holiday. He helps me come up with new material for my short stories.
And there is never a  trace of customers.
Sarina began to understand Solider Sam’s predicament.
After learning about the Broiler, Sandwich Prep, and Grease Pits, Freezer and Trash Receptacle, Sarina went Straight for the Orange Soda and called. 'What is wrong with this tap?' Sarina asked. 'The rest of the restaurant is well enough supplied.'
"'I don't know, Sarina. I never use it. I save it for Special Occasions, You know, to treat myself on Holidays.” Answered Soldier Sam'
"'But there must be a reason; you must grow tired washing up the plates and glasses in the kitchen and every thing else you do every day. Aren’t those enough justification for you to drink what you want every day? Come around to the back with me, and we'll have a look at this Syrup Fill.
"'It's as plain as daylight,' said Sarina. 'The pipe between the two is choked.' And Sarina clambered up a ladder to reach the top of the Soda Fountain.
"'I wouldn't, Sarina” warned Soldier Sam. You might disable all the Soda Flavors. Then what am I to say to customers?’
"'But I want the Orange Soda for my flowers.' Sarina protested. 'I thought as much!' said Sarina, as she twisted the Ring and immediately the Orange Soda began to flow.
Sarina turned triumphantly to Soldier Sam and he was shocked. That was a problem he had never figured out how to fix.
Soldier Sam regained his composure. He was ready to take Sarina as she was. Like a Ms. Fix It Pro, after all, she is a Treasure.'
"Let me tell you, Sarina” began Soldier Sam. “Running this Kitchen isn’t the most interesting things I do every day.”
Really, Soldier Sam?” responded Sarina.
“Well, the best part of working here.. You would never guess!” Soldier Sam continued.
:”There is a secret hiding in this restaurant. The paper you put on top of the dining trays? You know the entertainment that is meant for kids when they eat out?”
“Yes. Go on! I’m listening.” Sarina exclaimed.
“There is a Secret Treasure Map!” Soldier Sam started to explain. “There are landmarks everywhere with dotted arrows between them and you have to solve the Puzzle!
Soldier Sam was getting more excited now that he had someone to explain it to. “There are Peel-Off Stickers for each Island. I study it all afternoon and even at night sometimes. It’s Fascinating!”
“Wow!!” Sarina was interested.
I’ve got it almost figured out. But the problem is..” Soldier Sam paused.
“What? What’s the Problem?” Sarina encouraged.
Well, I haven’t talked to anyone else except the Guy who comes in the restaurant on Holidays. He’s My Best Friend.”
“He knows a lot about a lot, but it’s all his past experiences. You know, Gangbanging, Professional Boxing, stuff like that. He doesn’t know any more about what’s going on in the world that I do.” complained Soldier Sam.
“Tell me Sarina, have there been any advances in Technology over the past 10 years?” inquired Soldier Sam.
“You haven’t had the opportunity to investigate?” Sarina was shocked. “Tons of Stuff has been going on. But it’s just a bit too much to explain before Lunch which by the way.. I’m getting Hungry. Are we almost ready to eat?”
“Just give me the very most important developments, then. You are the first opportunity I have had for an update!” Soldier Sam asked.
“Well, Far and Away, the biggest advancement in technology has been in Predictive Maintenance. Sarina noted. Practically every part on engines and other pieces of machinery can be hooked up to sensors that detail the real-time condition of the equipment performance during operations.”
“Actually, that doesn’t surprise me,” stated Soldier Sam. “That’s exactly the kind of stuff I have been independently working on for these 10 years.”
“Maybe since I didn’t talk to everyone in the field that talks to everyone in the field.. Well, Maybe I have reached some independent conclusions.”
“Maybe You have, Soldier Sam, Maybe you have” responded Sarina.
“But Sarina,” realized Soldier Sam. “Now that that Orange Soda Tap is fixed we can fill up and head to the table to eat our lunch. The Food is Ready!
And sure enough, Sarina and Soldier Sam found it so—the Soda was flowing freely from the Fountain and they were all set to dive into their Meal.
So Sarina and Soldier Sam picked up their trays and headed for the Best Table in Burger King. The one with the most Roses.
Sarina and Soldier Sam leaped over the front counter without pause and ran to the Table. There Sarina and Soldier Sam reached for the Cardboard Burger King Crowns and put them on, Laughing.
The Ring that Sarina fixed on the Orange Soda Tap was not the only Special Ring that Lunch. For they had an Unlimited Supply of Onion Rings too! With extra Zesty Sauce!
Sarina and Soldier Sam were not afraid to eat their Lunch right then and there in the completely vacant Burger King--not even one little bit. In fact, the notion that anything might go wrong had never crossed their minds.
But something else was there that Lunch that neither one of them could have imagined that morning when they had started that day.
They had Discovered the solution the Ring Problem on the Orange Soda Tap. The world would never be the same again!!
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
 
          If the mission is successful, You and Rams Fans will be the first to see the new planet. The Starship was entered into commission when the Sun exploded and destroyed the entire planet Earth.
Despite having spent your life supporting the Rams and training for this very purpose, the thundering excitement you feel nearly gives you a heart attack the moment you break Lightspeed with your Starship.
It is Rams Stadium Highlights that leave your crew speechless and awestruck. Monitor readings and everything else seem fine during your intergalactic journey so far. Finally––with a lengthy transmission time you receive a communication from another planet, but it is just added to the list of planets with terrain that would not support Rams Football.
You are excited about arriving at a planet soon, but there are some crew members who would rather stay within the confines of the ship than to settle and build a New Rams Stadium in a harsh, untamed world.
From Soldier Sam’s perspective, abandoning a spaceship that had survived all this time without Rams Football, in favor of a new dangerous mission would be crazy. Solder Sam is sights set on winning over the crew to his audacious plans for take over.
 Soldier Sam mission is to convince the crew to believe it was only a pipedream to believe such a planet could support Rams Football. To those aboard your ship such as Soldier Sam, Home is this Starship plain and simple and plans are in the works to build an even greater starship, one that can reach the edge of the universe and see what is beyond.
You will have to convince Solider Sam otherwise before he breaks ranks with you and start to think he could lead a mutiny against the very idea of a planet hosting a Brand New Rams Stadium..
 
Sarina slapped her hands over her ears, only aware an instant later that the Starship’s entire hull had rung like a massive bell. There was another pop, even more enormous, but Sarina felt it rather than hearing it. She was already deafened.


The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
 
On the monitors, Rams Mascot’s visual was flickering on and off. Sarina and Soldier Sam saw debris falling, being tossed around.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were running toward the video console, dragging themselves along the rails where they could. In some cases, just falling and crawling.
“Why evac instead of putting out the fire?” Soldier Sam asked.
“Because the venting would cause an oscillation?” Sarina guessed.
“Let’s go back to the shuttle,” Soldier Sam said. “Let’s get out of this sector The crew can take care of themselves. They let us establish our position when they were already evac’ing.”
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam. She wanted to fold up and fall silent. Go along.
 
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina. “Who put you in charge?”
Sarina ignored Soldier Sam “Why are those decomp doors sealed?” Sarina asked.
“Faulty sensor, it looks like,” Soldier Sam replied. “They came down all over the hub when we blew the fire out.”
“We could have foreseen that”, Sarina admitted. “But we didn’t.”  And now, she realized, it was going to cost the two of them a lot.
“We should evacuate too,” Soldier Sam insisted. “The crew members who should be here doing this job already bugged out.”
“They’re trapped,” Sarina said.
“The crew?” Soldier Sam was upset. He hadn’t reclipped. From the way the crew was looking at them, Sarina thought they might be right behind him.
 “Our people. Our Rams Fans” Sarina exclaimed
“They’re not all Rams Fans,” Soldier Sam observed. “They should have stayed, then.”
“Well, they didn’t expect a decomp, that’s for sure.” Sarina responded.
Soldier Sam didn’t look at Sarina, but her hopes flared. Maybe she couldn’t just leave all those Rams Fans there.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were not the best Space Detectives in the Universe, it was true. But they were trained, and it was their job to save them if it was at all possible.
 
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football”
 
“I’m on Planet CALLISTO! “Check it out, Sarina!”  
Planets fast rotation creates strong jet streams, separating its clouds into dark belts and bright zones wrapping around the circumference of the planet.
 
Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
Locked in combat with the NFL over his betting escapades, Soldier Sam won some points, lost a few, but could not get the NFL execs to accept his Malibu home as a “working office.”
 
“What do they think I use it for?” Soldier Sam asked Rams Mascot.
 
“They don’t know,” said Sarina. “They just sense it isn’t for work.”
 
“Then let them come up and see it,” said Soldier Sam. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”
 
“I wouldn’t do that,” said the cautious Sarina. “I’d settle.”
 
“No way,” said Soldier Sam. “I’m entitled to have whatever kind of office I like. Send ’em up.”
 
In truth, Soldier Sam worked a little in his setup and played a lot. But what business was that of the NFL’s? For all they knew, he slaved away in the place from dawn till midnight and never had any fun there.
 
The Ocean View? He needed it to put him in the mood for hard work. The best NFL players in history probably had a dozen such places, all over the globe, each of them a party house. Why not one for Soldier Sam?
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 “Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
They will feel the plane slow down and the cabin crew will prepare them for landing.

 
 
 
 
PLANET X ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
One of Sarina’s most memorable all-time moments will always be the Great 2020 Earthquake in California. It makes a better recitation than it does a piece of film media, for it is almost necessary to throw furniture around, shake doors, and bark like a dog, to lend the proper atmosphere and credit to what is admittedly a somewhat incredible tale.
 
Still, it did take place, and, as you will see, is not precisely a fair or accurate description of what actually occurred, but it is the way in which the members of Sarina’s family invariably mark the occasion every year..
 
 
It happened that night, then, that Sarina had decided to sleep in the attic one night, to be away where she could consider California Life. The Ram’s Mascot a.k.a. “Rammie” opposed the notion strongly because, he maintained it was not always safe up there.
 
As so often in California, an earthquake would be none too kind to an attic. But there was no dissuading Sarina, however, and after a long day at work, she went up the narrow twisting stairs and closed the attic door behind her.. The attic was quite a piece of history, and everyone in the complex heard suspect creakings as she settled in for the night.
 
 
Sarina was usually in bed somewhat early, but up again a short time later  to protest bitterly against  Soldier Sam, Sarina’s dog Yogi and “Rammie” who were always in in the habit of playing over and over, namely, "I just called to say I Love you," an R& B classics by no other than Stevie Wonder or sometimes “This will be an everlasting Love” a great rendition by Natalie Cole.
 
The records had been played so many times that its grooves were deeply cut and the needle often kept revolving in the same groove, repeating over and over the same words. "I just called to say I Love You." It was this reiteration that generally got Sarina out of bed to complain.
 
 
On the night in question, however, everyone had all gone to bed at about the same time, without much drama. Yogi, the resident dog at the complex, as a matter of fact, had been in bed all day after becoming quite exhausted chasing tennis balls. It wasn't severe enough to cause craziness and Yogi was the last canine in the world to give way to that.
 
Nevertheless, he had warned Sarina, Solider Sam and Rammie that day, that some weather stations were predicting an earthquake in the next 24 hours.
 
Just as predicted, a powerful Earthquake rocked all of California in the middle of the night.
 
The Earthquake instantly awakened Rammie on the second floor right below the attic, who came to the immediate conclusion that his worst premonitions were realized: the quake could render the attic a disaster area so Rammie screamed, "Let's go Rescue Sarina!"
 
 
Soldier Sam slept on an army cot in the kitchen every night one of those affairs which are made wide enough to sleep on comfortably only by putting up, flat with the middle section, the two sides which ordinarily hang down like the sideboards of a drop-leaf table. When these sides are up, it is perilous to roll too far toward the edge, for then the cot is likely to tip completely over, bringing the whole thing down on top of you, with a tremendous banging crash. This, in fact, is precisely what happened, when the earthquake went down.
 
Soldier Sam was at first unconscious of what had happened when the Earthquake rolled it  right onto the floor and it toppled over on him. It left him still unhurt, for the cot rested above him like a canopy and he did not wake immediately, only reached the edge of consciousness and went back.
 
 
By this time Soldier Sam  was conscious of what was going on, in a vague way, but did not yet realize that he was under the cot instead of on it. Awakening in the midst of loud shouts of fear and apprehension from Rammie, Soldier Sam came to the quick conclusion that he was dreaming that we were all trying to "Rescue." Sarina.
 
Not knowing what else to do, Soldier Sam grasped the bottle of bourbon at the head of his bed and took a big gulp.
 
He leaped out of bed and inspected the window, and saw it had crashed and rained on the alleyway below.
 
It was at this juncture that Soldier Sam, in trying to get up, had the strange sensation of feeling the cot above him. Foggy with sleep, Soldier Sam now suspected, in turn, that the whole uproar was being made in a frantic endeavor to extricate him from what must be an unheard-of and perilous situation. "Get me out of this! Soldier Sam shouted out.
 
It was this shout, rather than the noise of Soldier Sams’s cot falling, that awakened Sarina in the attic. Rammie’s refrain had become, rescue Sarina!" and "You're all right!"
 
Soldier Sam found at last the light switch in the kitchen, unlocked the door, and joined Rammie at the attic door.
 
Several hours before the earthquake…
 
 
Before the earthquake, Yogi who was wakeful, decided to pretend that craziness was on him, in order to have, as he later explained it, some "fun." He got out of bed and, going to Sarina’s room in the attic shook her and said, "Sarina, the Earthquakes time has come!"
 
 
"Hmm?" said Sarina, with drowsy confusion. "Get up, Sarina," said Yogi, but with a certain gleam in his eyes. Sarina leaped out of bed, and rushed to escort Yogi from the attic, locked the door behind him, and went back to sleep.
 
 
But after the earthquake hit, a few hours later…
 
By this time Rammie, still shouting, was trying to open the door to the attic, in order to go up and Rescue Sarina out of the wreckage. The door was stuck, however, and wouldn't yield. His frantic pulls on it only added to the general banging and confusion.
 
Sarina, farthest away and soundest sleeper of all, had by this time been awakened by the battering on the attic door. She decided that the house was on fire. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried out in a slow, sleepy voice--it took her some time to regain full consciousness.
 
Rammie and Soldier Sam could hear Sarina crawling out of bed upstairs. Soldier Sam pulled the attic door open, with a mighty jerk, and Sarina came down the stairs, sleepy and irritable but safe and sound. A great smile came across Rammies face the moment he saw she was in good condition.
 
Sarina began to orient herself to the situation. "What in the name of God is going on here?" she asked.
 
"You've had a bad dream," Rammie said.
 
This vexed Sarina. "I tell you Yogi busted up into the attic and interrupted by beauty sleep to announce the Earthquake and told me my time had come," she said.
 
Sarina was determined to run outside the house to inspect the neighborhood.
 
Soldier Sam ran after her and caught her at the door and tried to reason with her. He shook her a little, trying to wake her completely.
 
"Now, what?" demanded Rammie pulling Sarina and Soldier Sam apart. Rammie was capable, fortunately, of handling them both and never in Rammies life was alarmed by their actions..
 
 
"What's the matter with Sarina?" Rammie demanded. Soldier Sam said he didn't know. Sarina had just straight ran towards the door.
 
 
"Where did you think you were going?" Rammie asked Sarina. Rammie looked at Soldier Sam.
 
"Look out for Soldier Sam!" said Sarina to Rammie. Rammie looked at Soldier Sam.
 
The Earthquake had stunned Soldier Sam. He had no notion that at this moment, Sarina thought he had gone out of his senses; Solider Sam could only believe that she had gone out of her’s, or that, only partially awake, she was engaged in some form of running in her sleep.
 
 
Rammie went to Yogi’s door, unlocked it, and tiptoed through into the room. Yogi was lying in his bed, breathing easily, as if he were fast asleep. It was apparent at a glance that he was not as exhausted as was thought earlier in the day.
 
Rammie gave Sarina a look. "I tell you he did," said Sarina.
 
Their presence in the room finally seemed to awaken Yogi and he was-- or rather, as to be found out long afterward, pretended to be—astonished, shocked and confused. "What's the matter?" Yogi asked.
 
"Nothing," said Rammie. "Just Sarina had a nightmare."
 
"I did not have a nightmare," said Sarina, in a matter of fact tone.
 
The situation, before all present would let it drop and everybody went back to sleep again, became, as such situations in such a motley crew group usually did, rather more complicated than ironed out.
 
Sarina, Soldier Sam, Rammie and Yogi argued the thing for perhaps an hour after which Rammie convinced Sarina to sleep in the Trophy Room for a while "You're be safer there Sairna," said Rammie, firmly, as he shut her door.
 
Soldier Sam could hear Sarina grumbling for a long time, with an occasional unsympathetic retort from Rammie.
 
The situation was finally put together for Solider Sam like a gigantic jigsaw puzzle. Solider Sam had been having a dream, and it was clear to him now that Yogi’s earthquake prediction before he went to sleep had a profound effect on him.
 
"Solider Sam was going on and on, Ramblin’ about California at this infernal hour of the night," said Sarina. "He came into the attic and asked me to name towns in California." Rammie looked at Soldier Sam.
 
"I just asked her," Soldier Sam said. "I was trying to think of one and couldn't sleep."
 
“What was that?” asked Rammie. “Soldier Sam, you had a dream last night?”
 
“I sure did, Solider Sam, replied. “I’ll tell you all about it!!”
 
That day, Soldier Sam had been trying all afternoon, not successfully, to think of the name Thousand Oaks. It seems now like a very simple name to recall and yet on the day in question he thought of every other town in the state, without even coming close to Thousand Oaks.Twentynine Palms was the closest he came, although it was not very close.
 
Long after Soldier Sam had first started to rest on the cot, he was struggling with the problem. He began to consider the wildest scenarios as he lay there in the dark, such as that there was no such town, and even that there was no such state as California.
 
Soldier Sam kept repeating the word "California" over and over again, until it became meaningless. If you have ever lain awake at night and repeated one word over and over, thousands and millions and hundreds of thousands of millions of times, you know the ridiculous state you can get into.
 
So Soldier Sam got up from his cot and walked up to the attic. It was right after Yogi had awaked Sarina but still before the Earthquake hit.
 
"Um?" Sarina mumbled. Soldier Sam eventually got her to wake up, with a glaze of dream and apprehension in her eyes. "
 
What's the matter?" Sarina asked. Soldier Sam must have, indeed, have been rather wild of eye.
 
"Wha's it?" said Sarina, sitting up, in readiness to be of service. The thought must have been going through her mind that Soldier Sam was crazy, or at least on the verge of going crazy.
 
 "Listen," Soldier Sam said. "Name some towns in California quick!"
 
Sarina was still half asleep. She started with the obvious ones: “San Diego, San Francisco, Oakland, San Jose, Sacramento, Santa Monica, Twentynine Palms….”
 
"It’s not Twentynine Palms, but also involves tree counting," Soldier Sam snapped.
 
"Thousand Oaks," said Sarina, smiling in a faint, strained way which Soldier Sam now understands--but didn't then--was meant to humor him. When he was thinking about it during the Earthquake he fairly leaped for the Kitchen after running down the hall, his coat-tails and shoelaces flying.
 
 
So now, as the earthquake started to subside, everyone was eating some breakfast Rammie had cooked up, Soldier Sam finally had put the puzzle pieces of his dream together and the Shaking of the Earthquake had finally stopped and the Sun was coming up.
 
Rammie would not let the group discuss the affair during breakfast. "We'll go on to something more elevating, like the beauty of Sarina" said Rammie.
 
"Get some sleep, both of you," Rammie said. "I don't want to hear any more out of you today. Tearing up and down the hall at this hour in the morning!"
 
So Sarina and Soldier Sam went back to their stations. "Are you all right?" Sarina called to Soldier Sam. "Are you?" Soldier Sam Asked. "Well, good night," Sarina said. "Good night," Soldier Sam said.
 
“Happy Anniversary!!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
 
It usually takes only seconds to take off from the ground. Things may seem a little tenuous at first, but that’s just because of moving through the different altitudes.
 
 
"Soldier Sam," remarked Sarina, "there doesn’t seem to be any signs of life about your house of refuge."
 
"No," replied Soldier Sam "Funny they don't see us!"
 
A broad stretch of lowly coast lay before the eyes of Sarina and Solider Sam. It was of dunes topped with dark trees. The roar of the surf was plain, and sometimes they could see the white lip of a wave as it spun up the beach. A tiny house was blocked out black upon the sky. Southward, the slim lighthouse lifted its little grey length.
 
Tide, wind, and waves were swinging the dingey northward. "Funny they don't see us," said Soldier Sam.
 
The surf's roar was here dulled, but its tone was, nevertheless, thunderous and mighty. As the boat swam over the great rollers, the partners sat listening to this roar.
 
"We'll swamp sure," said Sarina and Solider Sam simultaneously.
 
It is fair to say here that there was not a life-saving station within miles in either direction, but the they did not know this fact, and in consequence they made disparaging remarks concerning the eyesight of the island’s life-savers. Sarina and Solider Sam were upset and surpassed records in the invention of dirty words.
 
"Funny they don't see us." Soldier Sam repeated.
 
The lightheartedness of a former time had completely faded. To their sharpened minds it was easy to conjure pictures of all kinds of incompetence, blindness and, indeed, not quite right. There was the shore of the populous island, and it was bitter and bitter to them that from it came no sign.
 
"Well," said Sarina, ultimately, "I suppose we'll have to make a try for ourselves. If we stay out here too long, neither of us have strength left to swim after the boat swamps."
 
And so Soldier Sam, who was at the oars, turned the boat straight for the shore. There was a sudden tightening of muscle. There was escalation in the brain workings.
 
"If we both don't get ashore--" said Sarina. "If  we don't both get ashore, I suppose no one would know where to send news of my finish?"
 
They then briefly exchanged some addresses just in case either one would make it and not the other. As for the reflections of them both, there was a great deal of unhappiness in them.
 
Perchance they might be formulated this: "If I am not going to make it, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?  And to have wonderful anticipation of Celebrating Sarina’s Birthday Celebration!!
 
“Was I brought here merely to have my spirit dragged away as I was just about to Celebrate my Birthday, Solider Sam?” asked Sarina. “It is preposterous. If fate cannot do better than this, it should not be in the business of management of our fortunes.“
 
“Yeah” Solider Sam replied. “If fate has decided to not let me celebrate Sarina’s Birthday why did it not do it in the beginning and save me all this trouble? The whole affair is ridiculous.”
 
“Surely not after all this work." added Sarina
 
Soldier Sam had an impulse to shake his fist at the clouds: "Just you try and cancel Sarina‘s Birthday Party, now, and then hear what I call you!"
 
The billows that came at this time were more formidable. They seemed always just about to break and roll over the little boat in a turmoil of foam.
 
There was a preparatory and long growl in the speech of them. No mind unused to the sea would have concluded that the dingey could ascend these sheer heights in time.
 
The shore was still afar. Soldier Sam was a clever surfman.
 
"Sarina," Solider Sam said swiftly, "This boat won’t last a minute more, and we're too far out to swim. Shall I take her to sea again, Sarina?"
 
"Yes! Go ahead!" said Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam, by a series of quick miracles, and fast and steady oarsmanship, turned the boat in the middle of the surf and took the tired boat safely to sea again.
 
 
 “So, here we are looking at the space between us and the moon and the adversaries that we just saw are there?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
. “Yes, that is them.” Sarina replied.  The adversaries took over the transport ship that you came from and made it their base. They are running a very secret operation on the Moon and want to take it over as a home.
 
 
 
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had just completed a successful mission at the Base and were sharing a taxi to LA for the Rams Game.
 
By the time they were halfway to LA, Sarina realised Soldier Sam was incapable of talking intelligently about sports. 
 
Soldier Sam was okay, he went halves on cab fare etc., but he refused to argue.  He didn’t seem to know how. 
 
Sarina was used to everyone in the Bronx who disputed everything she said, every step of the way.
 
Soldier Sam stuck to simple observations like the Rams sure scored a lot of touchdowns last week”  But when Sarina asked him who scored the touchdown, if they were passes, running plays or special teams, he had no answer.
 
Sarina attributed it to the fact that Soldier Sam was from Wisconsin and thrilled to be anywhere else. 
 
Soldier Sam didn’t mind riding in a taxi from Twentynine Palms at all, but Sarina had wanted to steal a helicopter from the base.
 
Sarina rested her eyes while they cruised along with Soldier Sam making the occasional announcement. 
 
“Hollywood. Palm Trees. The Pacific Ocean.”
 
Sarina was getting tired of it.  Anyone would know that.
Later in the ride, Solider Sam said, “I never thought I’d see a LA in real life.” 
 
Sarina turned and looked at the side of the road streaming out behind them.  Two Red Heart Spots winked back— reflectors nailed to a tree stump. 
 
“Lets Stop for Tacos” Solider Sam suggested.
 
Sarina voiced her opinion they should wait until they go to LA to eat.
Soldier Sam didn’t mind waiting and said “I’m so glad I got to come with you to the Rams Game, Sarina.“
 
Soldier Sam’s imagination was bright and capable of seeing wonderful sights, life a UFO passing by over the Mountains.  This latest plan popped up soon after they passed Taco Bell and Sarina decided to let it ride.
 
Soldier Sam grabs his backpack and puts on a Packers hat.
Sarina snatches off the hat as quickly as he put it on.
 
“May I have my hat back please?” Soldier Sam says.
 
Sarina examines the hat.  “A Packers Hat!  I never saw such a thing!”
 
“It‘s an old hat.  May I have  it back please?” Soldier Sam asked.
 
“Sarina!” cries the Taxi Driver.  “Give Soldier Sam his hat back this instant!”
 
Sarina tucks the hat close to the window.
 
Soldier Sam looks out the window, sees more Mountains fall behind and wonders if his friends back in Madison will be watching the Packers Game
 
“Excuse me.  Excuse me!”  The driver is talking to Sarina.  “You can give Solider Sam his hat back, you know.”
 
“No, that’s all right,” Soldier Sam says. “I can just get a Rams Hat at the Stadium.”
 
“A Rams Fan now, are you?” Sarina said derisively.
 
“Sure thing” Soldier Sam replied. “Ever since I’ve been based at Twenty Nine Palms”
 
“Where are you from again ?” Sarina asks.
 
“Madison.”
 
“Oh, really?” Sarina asks.
 
“Yes.”
 
“And your friends?”
 
“They’re all from Chicago and watching the Bears Game today.
 
“I’m kind of curious,” Sarina says.  “Do you watch the Bears Games too?”
 
“I’m hungry. I want to stop and eat, Solider Sam suggests again
.
“But we’re going out to eat in LA,” Sarina says.
 
The cab driver was getting tired of Solider Sam.  “There you go, Soldier Sam. Looks like you have to wait until we get to LA.  And don’t you go jumping out of the car now. 
 
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time to stop and eat now.  Besides, we will get a much better meal in LA. Sarina hoped she had heard the last of it.
 
So  what are you then, anyway?  Are you going to support the Rams or the Packers this year? Sarina wanted an answer.
 
“What do you mean?” Soldier Sam says.
 
“You know, what are you?  You can‘t support both Teams.”
 
Soldier Sam was confused. He didn’t understand.  He really didn’t care that much about football anyway.
 
Soldier senses that Sarina is asking a question he can’t answer.  It is as if she is asking him something he had never thought about before.
 
Here’s your hat back,” Sarina says.  “Are you going to put it on again? What’s your team now anyway?”
 
The question still confuses him. Football was a game to Solider Sam. He just likes watching all the action on the field during big games,.
 
As far as Solider Sam was concerned, after 60 minutes has been played and the players leave the field, the interest stops there. They all say the same thing anyway.
 
“Put it this way, Soldier Sam” Sarina says.  “Who would you pull for if the Packers and the Rams were in the Super Bowl?”
 
Soldier Sam was tired of the sports teams he has followed his entire life. He had adopted all of Sarina’s teams like the Yankees and all Syracuse Orange sports. But he didn’t give a shit about basketball and only liked watching the Orange if Sarina was.
 
“Sure you do know the answer to that, Soldier Sam,” the Taxi driver says.  "How would you feel if Sarina wanted to go the Super Bowl with you?”
 
“That’s an easy one. The Rams, of Course. I am based in California now and I support pretty much anything Sarina wants to do in life” Soldier Sam was 100% positive what he wanted when it came to supporting Sarina.
 
“Are you sure, Soldier Sam?” Sarina wanted to seal the deal.
 
“Yes.”  Of course, Sarina” Solider Sam replied. If Sarina wanted to know all along if Soldier Sam would support her and her teams for Life, why didn’t she just ask?
 
“So is that it?  You’re a Rams Fan?  You know what that means, don’t you?  Sarina was persistent
 
The cab driver looks back and smiles at Soldier Sam
 
“Calm down, Sarina” the cabbie says, his eyes back on the Road. They were approaching the outskirts of LA.
 
“How would you like it if I interrogated you, Sarina?” Soldier Sam asked.  “But that‘s not what a real man does.”
 
“I’d  like you to to come and sit with me at the restaurant, Soldier Sam,” Sarina says smiling.
 
“I’ll order you a special drink.  Have you ever had a Bloody Mary with tons of non-standard stuff like burger Sliders and Cheese Curds?”
 
Solider Sam says :"Never!" and nods enthusiastically.  Already he feels better. 
 
“My God, Sarina“” the taxi driver interjects. “A man that is that easy to please? Hold on to him”
 
Soldier Sam was waiting patiently for his meal as the cab started to slow down because they were coming into the city.
 
“About time we got here, “ Soldier Sam was glad they had arrived at the Stadium before the tailgating crowds, and was looking forward to getting a Rams hat while Sarina stopped at the Will Call Window at the Stadium to pick up their tickets before they got to the restaurant.
 
Solider Sam wanted to make a good impression on Sarina’s friends so they would approve of the Partnership.
 
Soldier Sam got his Rams hat while Sarina got the tickets and hoped that would make Sarina more happy about his existence.
 
On the way to the restaurant Sarina talked about her friends who would be at the Game.. Soldier Sam tried to remember all their names but knew that he would find a way to fuck up as usual.
 
As they approached the restaurant after the driver let them off, Soldier Sam opened the door for Sarina like always, just one of the many things he does to show how much he Loves Sarina.
 
“Do you have a reservation for lunch?” the hostess greeted them.
 
“Yes, Table for Two… Sarina.“ Sarina hoped they would have a good view of a television at their table, because she still can‘t get enough of ESPN.
 
When they sat down at the Table, Sarina tested the television to make sure it works, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to see all the pre-game Hype.
 
“How many times did I tell you it‘s going to be a blast today? Sarina said  Don’t you know, Soldier Sam?  This is LA!”
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam ordered their lunch, for Soldier Sam the usual Bacon Double Cheese Burger with Mozzarella Sticks and Onion Rings. Sarina was eating light, but also ordered Onion Rings too, so she and Soldier Sam could both have Rings.
 
Having Lunch together was a way to build a relationship full of considerate words and actions..
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam talked about different things and somehow got on the subject of whether Rams Fans should have a committed relationship with someone from a place like Wisconsin. Sarina said all things considered, she thought it was a bad idea.
 
"Why?" Soldier Sam asked.
 
Sometimes Soldier Sam got this look blank look of confusion on his face and just stared down at the ground.
 
When Sarina saw him like this she knew she should keep his mouth shut, but she never did. Actually it made Sarina talk more. Soldier Sam had that look now.
 
"Why?" he asked again, putting his burger down on the plate.
 
"Listen," she said, "I went to school with Midwesterners, I’ve worked with Midwesterners, and we've always gotten along just fine. I don't need you coming along now and implying that I'm discriminatory
 
"I didn't imply anything," Soldier Sam said, and began munching on his burger again. "I just don't see what's wrong with someone who lives in California ending up with a Midwestern person, that's all."
 
"They don't come from the same culture as we do. Listen to them sometime - they even have their own language. That's okay with me, I like hearing them talk" - she did; for some reason - "but it's different. A person from their culture and a person from our culture could never really know each other."
 
"Like you know me?" Soldier Sam asked.
 
"Yes. Like I know you."  Sarina replied.
 
"But if they love each other," Soldier Sam said. He was eating his burger faster now, not looking at her .
 
“Oh man“,  Solider Sam said.
 
"Don't take my word for it. Look at the statistics. Most of those relationships break up."  Sarina kept on going.
 
"Statistics." Soldier Sam was now munching on the Mozzarella Sticks at a terrific rate, just swiping at them with his hands. Many of them were greasy, and there were a couple just stranded in the Marinara Sauce.
 
"All right," Soldier Sam said, "what about someone moving to LA from the Bronx like you? I suppose you think the same thing about East Coast West Coast couples being in successful long term relationships.
 
"Yes," Sarina said, "as a matter of fact I do. How can you understand someone who comes from a completely different background?"
 
"Different," said Soldier Sam. "Not the same, Like  by that reasoning we shouldn’t have gotten together.“
 
"Yes, different," Sarina snapped, not pleased with Solider Sam for resorting to this trick of repeating her words so that they sounded bad.
 
"That burger is a mess, Soldier Sam"  Sarina said.
 
Soldier Sam began to try and put his burger back together, giving a lot of attention to the tomatoes.
 
"So," Soldier Sam said, "you wouldn't be with me since I am from the Midwest. Well, that's what you said, didn't you?"
 
"No, I did not. This whole line of questioning me is ridiculous. If you had stayed in the Midwest we probably wouldn't even have got together. You would have had your friends and I would have had mine. The only Midwesterner I ever really knew was my camera man at ESPN, and I was already going out with you by then."
 
"Then you probably would have been going out with a Midwestern Girl. But doesn‘t matter anyway because we are so close " Sarina picked up a ring with her hand and put it in her mouth.
 
"Thank you,” said Soldier Sam and started to go to work on his Rings, just like Sarina did.
 
Sarina payed the bill and they went outside. The sky was clear. They hired another cab and the traffic was steady and light.
 
Soldier Sam and Sarina both immediately regretted the little fight. Why would all that stuff matter anyway? They thought of all the time they had spent together, and how close they were, and how well they knew each other so they both wanted to talk about another subject on the way to the Stadium.
 
They both promised to make it up to each other by ordering extra drinks at the Rams Game.
 
“So, Soldier Sam..” Sarina started a better conversation. “What do you have planned for the Twenty Nine Palms exercises next week?”
 
“This week I am taking more notes at the Air Combat Simulation Center, in preparation for the Live Fire Exercises next month.  The Troops are still behind in getting reps for the manoeuvres.
”
Sarina is paying the cab driver and they both get out of the taxi. Finally they are at the Stadium for the Rams Game and Sarina is beaming in all of her beauty and glory.
 
“So how would you describe last week’s work at the Simulation Center if you  could write your own review just for yourself?“ Sarina asked as they walked up to the Gates.
 
Soldier Sam smiled.“ I described how states were formed and battles fought. You may see my books standing straight up on the shelves of libraries. They stand up like sentries.”
 
Although Soldier Sam writes boldly he doesn’t like the spotlight at Twenty Nine Palms.  There are many books here. Nations march back and forth in the books. It is often quiet for Solider Sam during most days but in the books a great thundering goes on.
 
          Napoleon leads an assault on a distant compound.
          General Grant moves some artillery into position.
          Alexander streaks across the manoeuvre space
 
But Soldier Sam was really paying attention to Sarina, her loveliness now going through the turnstiles into the Stadium.
 
Solider Sam and Sarina were now almost finally to their seats on the 50 yard line after grabbing a full tray of drinks.
 
“I'll tell you what!!“, Soldier Sam exclaimed, “Sometimes the whole life of this world floats inside and radiates outward from Sarina for me. “
 
Now it is time for the Rams Game to start.. Soldier Sam and Sarina are both so very Happy and Excited beyond all comprehension for the Game to Finally Kick Off!
 
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
 
 
Soldier Sam was a little troubled in controlling it, but Sarina fled like she was swinging like a bird in the air and took great pleasure in looking at the scenery of the different stars as they passed over.
 
 
The chairman was informed by the reconnaissance unit that several units of fleets had deployed from the Mainland, and the information suggested that they would be breaching our perimeter sometime that day. As far as our unit’s mission, the patrols would not really be considered a big find if we were to engage, although they would be facilitating a key link in maintaining supply routes, which would be quite a bonus for our unit since supplies from our own depot were slow and unreliable in delivery to our regiment.
 
 
Once we had boarded, the officers decided that it would be sufficient to simply dump the supplies to render them useless to the Mainland, since they were not of the type and size that would be required to sustain our unit until a steady stream of supplies was to arrive and be cleared for delivery to our unit. Based on the intelligence we received from the Mainland unit, it was suspected that the other forces deployed would try to do most of their work at night and lay low during the midday sun, as to avoid interdiction and presumably use the time to make contacts with the Mainland.
 
The officers discussed the problem at length and decided that, in spite of this new information, we would form up and begin a search mission to interdict other Mainland supply routes in the hope that we could gather some supplies that would actually be of some use to our unit. The officers would make every effort to ensure that discovery of our units would be avoided and minimize the possibility that our approach strategy would not be reported to the Mainland, who could then deploy additional units.
 
The chairman planned an action that would cover the line with a series of stops, sweeping out the area to be stopped along a broad base of the wedge-shaped inlet in case the Mainland supply convoy were to break back through the line. The whole objective of the mission was to achieve surprise, and it was essential to commandeer the entire flank to get into their correct positions without being noticed in addition to ensuring that the timing be such that each fleet was in position by the time the interdiction was to commence.
 
The mission required a lot of coordination with the members of our flank, and the various forces had to travel some distance and had to approach the targets from several different directions. A long approach march was employed so that, even if our presence would be detected, it would not be clear to the sentries on the Mainland exactly what direction from which we would be intent to advance eventually.
 
The chairman had identified another potential concern, namely, that the officers did not know the terrain very well, and it was considered to be unadvisable to carry out a traditional programme of reconnaissance prior to the action because of the possibility that the unit could be detected sooner.  The chairman had arranged the flight of a drone over a trajectory, so it would appear as if we were approaching from a particular direction to the Mainland. Because of a deficit in the technology employed by previous drone sweeps, however, the officers would have to rely on old photographs of the area we would be approaching from, which included passage nearby several islands.
 
 
 
 
The flanking fleet was to start from several different positions, and each unit had different distances to cover, so it was important to time the tasking of the units in certain order. It was essential for those that had the longest trajectory to traverse should not be blocked by the components of the fleet that had to make strategic stops. There had to be absolutely no question of one of the flanks having to pass through another to get forward to their positions. We were approaching an open space with no islands in sight and were drawing closer and closer to the area in which conflict was likely.
 
The signal communication networks got their sets working and started to take in reports from the various stops and search parties. So far, so good thought the chairman. Reconnaissance came up over the air to verify the position of the flank, so the officers figured that the unit had arrived at the rendezvous without detection or major incident. The officers always thought that this was the worst part of an operation, although this period of time was absolutely essential since some allowance had to made for some part of the force losing their way, therefore taking longer to get into their respective positions later than initially planned.
 
 
For the time being, there was really nothing to do except for to begin the search and impatiently wait for something big to happen. It was essential to keep the air clean¸ free of communications and to stop transmitting. This was not the time for general chit-chat. There was something unnerving and strange about the silence, although almost impossible for the officers to define. The search area was narrowing, as the search partly moved closer and closer to the Mainland. It seemed certain that, if there were suspect fleets in the area, they would soon be cornered and possibly interdicted if the conditions were in our favour. The officials back at Oceana headquarters were silent and distracted with other matters, so we would be on our own for the duration of the exercise.
 
 

“But what about Rams Mascot? They blasted him with a ray gun but maybe we can still help him?” Soldier Sam asked.
 
“Unfortunately, coming into contact with the adversaries, he probably had a lot of trouble with them.” Replied Sarina.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam felt defeated, and their oxygen tanks began to give them a warning sound. They knew that it was time to make their move.
 
 
 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
Sarina walked down the  corridor of the Rams Practice Facility, past the Head Coach’s Office, and the Video Room Service, “Play-by Play,”  Our Specialty. The Logo Legend on the ground-glass panel next door said, “Ram’s Press Office [also Maintenance] Director, Rams Reporter Sarina. 
 
Sarina let herself into the Press Office and said Good Morning to the Maintenance Guy.
 
“Well, you certainly look like something that woke up late and rushed to work,” he said. The Maintenance Guy has a quick tongue.
 
The Maintenance Guy kicked open the bottom drawer of his desk, tossed a Bottle of Bourbon right into her hand, and set fire to a cigarette.
 
 
“I could use a drink this morning,” Sarina said slowly. Her face was veiled, watchful. There was something complete about a bottle of Bourbon first thing in the morning; Sarina knew the day would go smoothly after that.
 
“Any customers?” Sarina asked.
 
“A Rams Fan by the name of Soldier Sam was here first thing in the morning and said he would be back when you get your act together today.
 
“A Rams Fan?”inquired Sarina.
 
“He would like you to think so.”
 
Sarina nodded toward the inner office to indicate that she was going in there, and then did.. It would not be the last drink of the day for Sarina, to be sure.
 
Just a short time later, Soldier Sam burst in the door.
 
He had a Rams Jersey on with the New Blue, Grey Bone and Sol. it looked even more curious that way. Out of breath from sprinting down the corridor, he circled the desk,looking for another chair, and then, spotting a chair next to the massive cabinet where Sarina keeps a change of bourbon, ran to it. Sarina got up from her chair and walked to the cabinet.
 
The Maintenance Guy was deep in a Crossword Puzzle.
 
“See anyone come in here?. Was that Soldier Sam?”
 
There was a thoughtful line between his brows. “Say, what’s a five-letter word meaning an interception returned for a Touchdown?”
 
“Pick-6,” Sarina told him, and turned her attention to Soldier Sam.
 
The Maintenance Guy let a cigarette burn down between his fingers until it made a small red mark, and Sarina asked Soldier Sam what his business was this morning.
 
“Hi,” Solider Sam responded. “You the Rams Reporter?”
 
Sarina answered in the affirmative.
 
“You—you’ve got to help me.” said Soldier Sam.
 
“My friends call me Sarina,” she said pleasantly.
 
“Sarina.” Soldier Sam rolled the syllables on his tongue. “I don’t believe I’ve ever heard that name before. I love it! Very Beautiful.”
 
Sarina wasn’t sure what to say.
 
Sarina planned on getting rid of Soldier Sam without much conversation, but she wasn’t telling him that right away: She was playing it safe until she knew what was up.
 
When Soldier Sam spoke again, it came with a rush. “Sarina, the Chargers Mascot thinks I’m trying to sell him fake tickets for the Big Rams Stadium Show.. But I swear the tickets are legit—I got them right at the Ticket Window myself. If I could only find out how the Tickets were altered.  I even offered them bourbon but they wouldn’t tell.”
 
“Suppose you take it from the beginning,” Sarina suggested.
 
Soldier Sam drew a deep breath. “You’ve heard of Diamonds they sell at the Mall?”
 
Sarina said she didn’t.
 
Well, Soldier Sam continued “It’s a tremendously valuable piece believed to have a storied history, and was eventually passed into my possession. I put it in a Locked Heart Shaped Safe Deposit..
 
“And now it’s gone again?” asked Sarina…
 
“No,” Soldier Sam said. “At least, it was in the Safe when I left the Bank Vault just a short time ago.”
 
Sarina leaned back, pretending to fumble a notebook out of the desk, and studied Soldier Sam again. This was going to be a lot more intricate than she had thought.
 
Solider Sam was getting even more excited. “Last night I was examining the Rams Stadium Tickets which were also in the Safe. You know them?”
 
“Of course, they have a counterfeit guard hologram on them, with the New Rams Logo don’t they?”
 
Soldier Sam’s eyes darkened, lightened, got darker again. “How did you know?”
 
“I haven’t been the Rams Reporter for nothing. I also Moonlight as a Detective. Go on.”
 
“I—I knew right away something was wrong when the Chargers Mascot screamed and upset his behaviour” Soldier Sam explained
 
.I tried to tell him the New Logo was the counterproof badge, but he carried on like a madman. He’s been suspicious of me since—well, ever since I made that bet with him last season.”
 
“Just how much bourbon were you pawning the tickets for?” asked Sarina.
 
“A lot” replied Soldier Sam. More cases than anyone could carry. So much in fact you would have to have a few shopping carts with you.
 
Oh, Sarina” Soldier Sam continued. I’ve got to win back his confidence. You could find out how they faked those Tickets.
 
“What’s in it for me?” asked Sarina.
 
“Anything you want.” Soldier Sam motioned for his assistants to bring a cart of bourbon in. “I’ll run to the market and get you more if you like.”
 
“This’ll hold me for a while,” Sarina said. “If I need any more, I’ll make sure to let you know right away.” She got up. “Oh, while I think of it, how do these diamonds of yours stashed in the heart shaped vault of yours tie in with to Tickets?”
 
“It doesn’t,” Soldier Sam said calmly. “I just threw it in for glamour.”
 
“I kind of wish they were part of the Story, Soldier Sam was disappointed. “That sounds interesting.
 
“Well, I could make up a mystery like that for you another day, Sarina” Soldier Sam promised.
 
“I always wanted to know someone named Soldier Sam. It’s so Patriotic.” Sarina admitted..
 
“Where’d you learn my name?” Soldier Sam was surprised.
 
“I haven’t been a Reporter/Detective all this time waiting for nothing, Soldier Sam.” Sarina answered.
 
“Let’s go solve this mystery, and then maybe that other one another day.” suggested Sarina.
 
Sarina grabbed a bottle of Bourbon for the road and led Soldier Sam down the corridor twists and turns and stepped outside into the bright Sun.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam first went looking for the Rams Mascot at the New Stadium and took the road down the street to the Stadium, a trip that was now familiar to Sarina.
 
Sarina knew the Rams Mascot had no connection with the Ticket Caper, but in the Reporter Business you don’t overlook anything.
 
When they got to Rams Stadium, the Rams Mascot was ready to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam at the gate and led them to the Press Box where more Bourbon was stashed.
 
Sarina asked the Rams Mascot if it had seen any first editions of the Tickets.
 
“You got the wrong pitch, Sarina,” answered the Rams mascot “That stuff is hotter than Fuego at a Margarita Fire Side Grilling Event. And we all know how those go!! So tasty!” exclaimed the Rams Mascot.
 
“Maybe Soldier Sam will smarten you up,” Sarina said. There’s plenty of Liquor Store Discount Outlets around here for anyone who knows why those Tickets were Fake.
 
“I might talk for that” responded the Rams Mascot.
 
“Start dealing.” the Rams Mascot motioned toward the back. Sarina took a step forward. A second later, Sarina got a sudden headache. When Sarina recovered. she was on the floor and Soldier Sam was looking over her with great concern.
 
“Someone Socked  Me,” said Sarina, I think it was the Rams Mascot—”
 
“High Octane Offense” responded Soldier Sam. He held up the Rams 2020 Playbook, Unabridged. “You tripped on a loose board and this fell off a shelf on your think tank.”
 
“Yeah?” Sarina said skeptically. “Anyways, where has the Rams Mascot, gone. Did our line of inquiry upset him?”
 
By the time Sarina quickened her pace in search of the Mascot. Sarina left Soldier Sam behind in the Dust. But that was by design for Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam’s Plan was to nail Sarina with a Football Pass so perfect, the Rams would Sign him right that day after a quick combine. Soldier Sam had always claimed he could run a solid 4.26 40-yard Dash.
 
“Reach for the stratosphere, Sarina.” Soldier Sam’s voice rang clear as a Bell.
.
“Well, Sarina, “so you found out how the Tickets were Faked, didn’t you? Fantastic!” Soldier Sam said sarcastically.
 
“Sure—a military grade 3D Pinter, of course,” Sarina said easily. “You knew it all along, Soldier Sam. You Scoundrel!!!
 
 And you planned to make even more Fake Tickets!. Then you’d collect all that Bourbon, enough to start your own Liquor Store” exclaimed Sarina.
 
But you didn’t count on me!” Sarina said Triumphantly.
 
“You?” Soldier Sam was getting to the point of moving from sarcasm to mockery. “What are you going to do about it?”
 
“This! Sarina snapped the Field Tarp out from under Soldier Sam and he went down in a swirl of comedy. The football whizzed by Sarina into the Upper Deck.
 
“Sarina!!” Suddenly the sarcasm and mockery switched into concern. “Don’t turn me in. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Soldier Sam never wanted to try to sell counterfeit Rams Tickets again as long as Sarina was the Rams Reporter.
 
“It’s no good, Solider Sam. You’d only double-time me again!” responded Sarina.
 
“Try me!” Soldier Sam challenged.
 
“O.K. The Rams Store Team who designed your Rams Jersey—what’s their name? Would you even know if you are wearing a Counterfeit Jersey?”
 
 “Come on Soldier Sam they’re your dice.” Sarina wasn’t going to cave on this one.
 
“I won’t tell you. I can’t.” explained Soldier Sam. It’s a secret between this—this store and me. We made the Deal I wouldn’t buy the Jersey when it was on Sale. They wanted to make me wait for it to be regular price again. And I agreed!”
 
“They wouldn’t be loyal to you, Soldier Sam. They’d sell you out fast enough.” Sarina promised.
 
“Oh, Sarina, you don’t have to do this. You don’t know what you’re asking.” I promise I’ll never ever try to sell counterfeit Rams Tickets for my Bourbon Profits again.”
 
“For the last time.” warned Sarina.
 
“Oh, Sarina don’t you see? “I’ve got so little. Don’t take that away from me. I—I’d never be able to hold up my head in Los Angeles again if I didn’t have my Rams Jersey” Soldier Sam was even more concerned about the Jersey than the Liquor.
 
“Well, if that’s the way you want to play it…” Sarina picked up the phone and dialed 911.
 
On Sarina’s trip back to the Rams Training Facility, after they took Soldier Sam away, she stopped at the Liquor Store again, just in case the Maintenance Guy had gone overboard with his drinking today.
 
After getting back to the Rams Training Facility, Sarina made her way to the office. “Need me any more tonight?, Sarina asked the Maintenance Guy.”
 
“No.” the Maintenance Guy replied  “Thanks, anyway. I’ve got my quota.”
 
“Sarina, would—would you tell me something?” the Maintenance Guy inquired.
 
“As long as it’s about Football,” Sarina Replied.
 
“What’s a ten-letter word meaning ‘When the Stakes are Highest for the Rams’?”
 
“CRUNCHTIME!!” Sarina exclaimed, and went back to Reporting.
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
Today’s schedule called for Cupid to begin to take stock of his arrows that were to be used only for approved Valentines Day Activities.
 
Cupid sat with his staff in his office, in an atmosphere of .. well it wasn’t any kind of a good atmosphere for Sarina and Soldier Sam to pitch their idea of a Romantic Trip to the most coveted Island Destination in the World, Staten Island.
 
Cupid was complaining about the trash ideas he got every Valentines Day from across the world. This didn’t seem like a good idea either, and Soldier Sam was not impressing him to say the least. .
 
'That's the Valentines Activity Business, Cupid,' said Soldier Sam. 'You're up--you're down--you're in, you're out. Anyone in your position knows that..'
 
'Yes,' said Cupid absently. 'Phone that Sarina. She’s on her way to help you with your proposal.”
 
Soon enough, Sarina reported to Cupid’s office and Solder Sam was Thrilled to see her in all of her Hotness.
 
'I just flew into town a moment ago and rushed straight here to your office. . I’m here to do anything I can to support Soldier Sam’s Valentines Day Activity. We’re both really excited about this one.
 
Cupid, there was one Activity script you liked.” Soldier Sam said with a bit of Confidence. “You said you were going to consider approving it. It was about Sarina mounting a huge set of speakers in a park on the water and blasting Classic R&B tunes. Remember?'
 
'Yes. I remember that” responded Cupid'
 
Cupid wants to go into approving that Valentines Day Activity right away, or else we can't have our date, so we're on the spot, if you know what I mean. Do you happen to have that stuff? Asked Sarina.'
 
'You remember when I brought it to you, Cupid?' Sarina asked. 'You kept me waiting for hours--then you looked at it for two minutes.
 
'In the Valentines Day Activity Business--' started Cupid.
 
'I'm so glad you're stuck together, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid said. “I wouldn't even approve a trip to Jersey for this kind of effort.
 
As the phones clicked Cupid turned to Soldier Sam.
 
'Damn applicants!' Cupid said frustratingly. 'What do you think I can do for you?.
 
 Millions of couples come to me--and you all write a lot of tripe I can't approve and you  get sore if I don't have time to read your lousy stuff! Cupid complained. How can I approve Valentines Day Activities when they give me two jokers like you and Sarina. How? How do you think--you bourbon bum!'
 
Soldier Sam rose—took a look at all the heart-shaped decorations on the door. He didn't know, he said.
 
'Get out of here!' instructed Cupid. 'You're off the Valentines Activity List. Get out of my Office!.'
 
Fate had not dealt Soldier Sam a romantic spot on Staten Island, but there was a café just across from the Hot Spot where dreams blossomed in Bourbon bottles if you had the money.
 
.”C’mon Cupid! Sarina implored him, “There’s no better Island Getaway in the World then Staten Island! Departing from lower Manhattan Break out your compass app and board the Staten Island Ferry to New York City’s westernmost borough.”
 
“Yeah,” jumped in Soldier Sam. “The free ride boasts beautiful views of the skyline and a cash bar that, while modest, gets the job done. Once you’re back on land after our date we can take a short walk to Yankee Stadium for some real action, so the Fun doesn’t stop just because it’s the day after Valentine’s Day.
 
Cupid glanced at the beginning and then the end of Soldier Sams proposal.
 
"I'd like it better if we could get the Marines in the scripts somewhere," Cupid said frowning. "Have Sarina go as a helicopter gunner and you go as some kind of paperwork staff officer and then you could really shine. See what I mean?"
 
There was no answer. Soldier Sam turned and looked at Sarina.
 
What is this? Sarina exclaimed. What kind of collaborating can we do if you walk out on us, Cupid? Cupid had not even given the legitimate excuse—he always had a spot at the Super Bowl every year.
 
Cupid had so many contacts at that football game to chat with, it was a much needed break from his main function leading up to Valentines Day.
 
 
'How much do you guys want to go to Staten Island this year?' Cupid asked Sarina--and to Soldier Sam, 'It's all done. I promised you guys I would come through for you this Valentines Day since you are such a lovely couple, You both clearly care about each other.
 
Cupid decided. “ Look me up if you got a better idea than Staten Island—there are many other Islands in the world that seem to be a more popular destination for most folks, but If Staten Island is what you want.. It’s Staten Island you will get!” Cupid had signalled his stamp of approval.
 
Cupid hailed a cab and hurried off. He had many conferences he was the Main Guy at. All of his surrogates were in need of training because.. well, because Cupid can’t be Everywhere at the same time.
 
 Sarina and Soldier Sam took an excited look at each other.. There were tears of joy streaming down both of their faces.
 
'Most Valentines Day Activity applicants get a tough break out here, I’m so happy we get to go to such a beautiful Island like Staten Island” exclaimed Soldier Sam
 
 “Yes, Soldier Sam” agreed Sarina “'Who else would even have an idea for such a wonderful Valentines Day Getaway? Not many, that’s for sure.”
 
'Well anyhow, not most, clearly,' said Soldier Sam.. 'Staten Island can’t really cater to people who aren’t the Real Deal. They want Stars, like you Sarina!!'
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TRAINING
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
Rams Mascot leaned into Soldier Sam. “You once learned to stop trying to jump on the Moon. Now you must learn to stop waiting for the Moon to come to you. It can never be.” The next night, when Soldier Sam returned Rams Mascot asked, one last time, “Can it be?” In his capacity as Instructor, Rams Mascot already knew the answer.
The night before the action, the chairman arranged a quick consultation period with some of the officers. An outline of the plan was drawn up on paper, and it was immediately apparent that much of the fleet would not be able to identify the position of its cohorts, so wireless network protocols had to be established in the next few hours. An intricate system of signals was to be developed such that the command and control of the operation would be well coordinated and timely, effective notification could be dispatched in real time if any one of the members of the flanking fleet were to be under duress, and our convoy was to be put at risk.
 
The ability to master various systems of modern combat is a valuable skill. Outside of expensive training time there are few opportunities to train on what is essentially high-stress multitasking. While a game engine is no substitute for getting in a combat vehicle and putting it and its crew through their paces, the stress of a game engine such as “Training Simulation” can be an powerful addition to modern training toolkits. “Training Simulation” allows two teams to take the role of various bridge crewmembers on a starship. The players are assigned to one or more roles, operating the various systems of their ship.
 
The unit had specifically been trained to conduct operations for getting supplies to buttress strategic or tactical targets in pursuit of Objectives to satisfy the requests of HQs and on call during times of conflict or otherwise when conventional operations are not independently pursued. There is first of all the forces of large regular formations with strict uniforms and stricter hierarchies and then there are the tactics that the officers had developed using unconventional, policy driven tactics at the intersection between the units deficits in establishing communications with the Mainland and getting delivery of infrastructure services on their routes and at the terminals.
 
 
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ACTIVITY
 
 
 
“Will You Burger Me on Your Birthday?”
Sarina’s Birthday Party left her devastated when the event venue and air travel was cancelled with just the day before her birthday.
So Sarina and Solider Sam ended up partying at Burger King exchanging Onion Rings at a shall we day ‘behind the times’ dive restaurant on Crenshaw Boulevard.
Sarina had expectations of a more civilized social affair and Solider Sam had her Birthday Party planned to the detail, to take place  at a Beverly Hills Venue usually reserved for Hollywood Stars.
But the pair’s Dream Day was shattered when it was cancelled just 24 hours before the makeshift replacement event would take place at Burger King.
A devastated Sarina said: “It was one hell of a 24 hours. I am beyond heartbroken. I was supposed to be partying with Soldier Sam and lots of my friends, but our venue cancelled on us.
“Seeing as we couldn't exchange the real deal, we ended up exchanging Onion Rings.”
Sarina continued with the Story “We hadn’t even eaten anything since we found out My Birthday Party was cancelled because we felt so bad, so we stopped off at Burger King on the way back.
“Soldier Sam ordered Whoppers with Cheese and some Onion Rings for us to share and when he came back to our booth overlooking a street symbolic of urban strife, he told me to put one on, but he ended up eating the rest all by himself. He didn’t even share. You just had to laugh.
“I couldn’t believe what loud munching noises were going on right in front of me, even before the Whoppers got to the table. Soldier Sam was eating the Onion Rings with no shame.
"I kept saying to stop eating all the Onion Rings. I mean sometimes  I swear that pigs eat with more Grace than Soldier Sam," Sarina added.  “He even smiles while chewing with his mouth full, knowing full well that I don’t care for it.”
Within minutes the waitress came and delivered his food and placed it on the table. He was full of anticipation. Then he spoke. "I am so very happy I got to see you again, I really missed you. You want some Zesty Sauce all over you, Right?" I paused, and rolled my eyes towards him.
"You are important to me," Soldier Sam added sincerely. "And you are so beautiful, you smell so good I can't wait to get my Munchin' On...
Sarina went on… "I did not know how to react, no one had never ever said something like that right to my face” And it was right at the same moment that he was dumping several packets of Zesty Sauce inside the Whopper.
“I was like, that is really sweet, but what the hell are you talking about?" I was incredulous. I tried to even get him to Look at Me by snapping my fingers at him. But he continued stuffing his face any way. “I swear I never get the response I want”, Sarina said with a note of frustration.
Soldier Sam held his huge Whopper  right up to his face & took a long pause for dramatic effect. "My stomach is so empty without you. Nothing will ever, ever come between us. You mean everything to Me. That's for Fucking Sure. I can't wait to order you again from Burger King next time Sarina and I get our dreams crushed."
“We can still laugh through this since we will always have each other. If you sit and cry the whole time, you’re only going to make yourself feel worse.” Sarina tried to put a positive spin on the debacle.
“I know Soldier Sam, behind closed doors, was finding the whole situation hard to stomach right after we found out about the cancellation. He was crying and saying it’s not fair,” but then he cheered right up when I mentioned the great potential that Burger King has for a Birthday Party.
He was actually pretty excited when I picked the alternate venue, telling me that I could feel just like a Princess with one of those Cardboard Crowns.
To put the jewels on the crown of the disaster, Sarina said the original venue wouldn't even refund her deposit because they were going out of business.
“We obviously didn’t take insurance out or anything like that, never anticipating my Birthday Party was going to be cancelled. The worst that we figured could happen was maybe just our photographer or videographer would be a no show,” Sarina said.
Despite it not being the Birthday Party they had planned, both Sarina and Solider Sam say they are glad they went to Burger King instead of staying in their home surrounded by all the Party Favors to be given out on a Birthday Party night that would never happen.
Sarina now feels she could be "waiting until 2022 or even later” for a Birthday Party at a similar upscale venue, despite being told she's a top priority in Beverly Hills and the surrounding Greater Los Angeles Metro Area.
Sarina added, “I could potentially lose the opportunity to ever have a Party of any similar kind in the future because Soldier Sam might have to go back to work, depending on if his project ends up as being ’essential” to National Security.
 
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
In an effort to preserve Rams football after the destruction of Earth caused by a Sun Explosion, commanders constructed a starship designed transport all Rams Fans across space. Their destination was any planet that could support the most essential form of life, Rams Football.
You discover that there are several potential planets to support Rams Football within the solar system. You are the captain of one of the last starships leaving Earth. But you end up nowhere near any planets hospitable to football. In fact, you are light-years away from your solar system.
 You don't know how you got there, but you do know that going anywhere from here will require a starship built from scratch that can sustain the life of Rams Fans. You hope that those who follow you will appreciate all of your crew and their determination sustained by your passion for Rams Football.
 Soldier Sam’s plan for the ship is to make sure your crew never sets foot in Rams Stadium, on whatever planet your ship might find. His plan of course, the only reason it existed, was to convince you that there is more to life in the Galaxy, that he could show you worlds of excitement, and maybe eventually they may find a home for the Rams new Stadium, but Soldier Sam was certainly in no rush for the Season to Start.
Soldier Sam’s scouts have returned claiming that they have located a planet hospitable to Rams Football and great debates would ensue aboard the Ship as to if coordinates should be set and gear to be prepared for this exciting mission of a lifetime.
 
Soldier Sam was looking concerned, and it wasn’t the wash of the alert lights. Sarina felt just the same. An oscillation meant Waystation was vibrating from a wheel into an oval and back to an oval in the other direction, straining the tensioner cables and stressing the fabric of the hull.
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
 
It might break eventually to friction and energy loss and stabilize. That was what it was supposed to do.
Or—and this seemed more likely right then—it might shake the habitation apart, as the wheel snapped back and forth like a giant, shaking jelly mold.
Soldier Sam asked, “We started that when we dumped the atmosphere from 3 North, didn’t we?”
“Probably,” Sarina replied.
“Can we interrupt it?” Soldier Sam asked. “Use the attitude jets to damp it down? What if we dumped the atmosphere somewhere else?”
Much as Sarina couldn’t stand Soldier Sam at that moment, it was a good idea, though the necessary timing and force were probably too precise to manage.
“Looks like something is stuck behind a series of decomp doors in 8 and 9. The evacuation pods are in 10, 11, and 12. They were mid-evac when we popped 3 North.”
“We were just one set of doors away from finding them,” Solder Sam exclaimed.
 
 
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football””
 
“I’m on Planet CELAENO! Check it out,Sarina!” 
Planets higher levels of methane, particularly in the upper atmosphere, cause greater absorption of red light from the sun, in turn causing the planet to appear a blue-cyan colour.
 
Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
Again Ram’s Mascot’s voice:
 
'Quiet, Solider Sam” Sarina shouted. “We'll take Ram’s Mascots transmission now! . . . “Sound, Lights and Action!'
 
The glare stabbed into Soldier Sam’s eyes, blinding him. He took a step the wrong way--then back. Was Rams Mascot on the take?”—this planet liked like gangster's hide-out--and it seemed Rams Mascot was in his way.
 
'All right” Sarina Instructed Rams Mascot . . . “Roll 'em” . . . We're turning the Volume Up!'
 
In his panic Soldier Sam had stepped behind a panel which would effectually conceal him. While Sarina and Rams Mascot played out their scene he stood there shocked a little,
 
Soldier Sam was at attention but quite unaware that it was a 'Planet Shot', that the camera, moving forward on its track, was almost upon Rams Mascot
 
'You on the video screen, challenged Soldier Sam--hey you, Rams Mascot, hands up.'
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
When the plane touches down it feels almost like a short jolt, and then they will hear them turn the engines to idle and the plane slows down pretty fast.
 
 
 
 
PLANET X ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
An Extraordinary Series of Events played out in Los Angeles just before Sarina and Soldier Sam‘s Special Day.
A shop-front signboard shows off Footballs used in Super Bowls as long back as when there was No Super Bowls. with an additional inscription ‘We also bake Cakes.’
Soldier Sam woke up rather early that morning and there was an party already in the Kitchen.. As he sat up he saw Sarina, who was a quite respectable woman and a great coffee drinker, taking a fresh cake out of the oven.
‘I don’t want any coffee today, Sarina, said Soldier Sam. ‘I’ll make do with some cake when it cools off and paint White Frosting on it.’
[Here we must explain that Soldier Sam would really have liked to have had some coffee as well, but knew it was quite out of the question to expect both coffee and Cake since Sarina wanted to save all the coffee for herself as a reward for waking up even earlier than Soldier Sam. And it promised to be a long day by anyone’s standards.
‘Let Soldier Sam have his Cake, I don’t mind,’ Sarina muttered under her breath.. ‘That means extra coffee for me!’ And she threw the Cake onto the counter top.
Soldier Sam made his way to the counter and applied all the White Frosting, took a knife and with a determined expression on his face started cutting the Cake.
When he started to slice the Cake, Sarina peered into the middle and was amazed to  se something brown there with white stitches in it there. Sarina carefully picked at it with the knife, and felt it with her fingers.
‘What on earth is this Solider Sam?’
Sarina pulled it out – a Football!!!
Soldier Sam flopped back in his chair, and began rubbing his eyes, seemingly shocked. . Yes!! it was a football all right, no mistake about that. And, what’s more, it was one Sarina was pointing at in the Shop Window earlier this week. 
Soldier Sam looked horrified to Sarina.. But this horror was nothing compared with Sarina’s indignation.
‘You fool, I made up the Cake Batter last night and there was sure as fuck no Football in it!’ she cried furiously. ‘You scoundrel! I’ll report it to the police myself, I will. You thief!
Come to think of it, I’ve heard several customers say that when they came in for a look at the Footballs you started looking at every one of then so much it looks like the NFL Hall of Fame with such a crowd at each glass case. It’s a wonder the Shopkeeper even let’s you look around so much!
Soldier Sam knew Sarina had wanted a particular one, from January 30, 1999 when the Rams Defeated the Tennessee Titans 23-17.
But no sooner did Sarina notice, the Football jumped off the countertop and zinged out the window in at tight spiral, a spiral like the Rams struggled to produce all of last season.
Sarina ran out the front door after the football.
Soldier Sam was absolutely stunned. He thought and thought, but just didn’t know what to make of it.
‘I’m damned if I know what’s happened!’ as he ran out the door after Sarina. ‘I can’t say for certain if I came home plastered from the bar next to the Shop and lost a bet or something like that last night. All I know is, it’s crazy. After all, Cakes are baked in an oven, and you don’t get Footballs in your Cake in bakeries. Can’t make head or tail of it!...
But Sarina had stopped chasing it and went back into the house, filled with despair’
Soldier Sam lapsed into silence. The thought that if the Football reached the Police Station, they could afterwards bring a charge against him.
All he wanted was to catch up to it and stuff it away somewhere, either hiding it between two curb-stones by someone’s front door or else ‘accidentally’ dropping it and slinking off down a side street.
But as luck would have it, he kept bumping into his comrades at the bar who would insist on asking: ‘Where are you off to?’ or ‘It’s a bit early to be chasing Footballs down the street, isn’t it?’
So as a result, Soldier Sam didn’t have a chance to get rid of it. Once he did manage to  drop it, but a policeman pointed at it and said: ‘Pick that up! Can’t you see you dropped something!’ And Soldier Sam had to pick it up and hide it in his pocket. Despair gripped him, especially as the streets were getting more and more crowded now as the shops and Food Trucks began to open.
Soldier Sam decided to make his way to the Bridge and see if he could throw the Football into the River without anyone seeing him.
By now this respectable citizen of ours had already reached the Bridge. First of all he had a good look around. Then he leant over the rails, trying to pretend he was looking under the bridge to see if there were many Boats there, and furtively threw the Football into the water. He felt as if a couple of hundred pound weights had been lifted from his shoulders and he even managed to produce a smile.
Suddenly Soldier Sam saw a policeman at one end of the bridge, in a very smart uniform, with a blue hat and a pistol. He went cold all over as the policeman beckoned to him and said: ‘Come here, my friend!’
Recognizing the uniform, Soldier Sam stopped in his tracks before he had taken half a dozen steps, tripped up to the officer and greeted him with: ‘Good morning, Sir!’
‘No, no, my man, none of your ‘Sir’. Just tell me what you were up to on the bridge?’
‘Honest, officer, I was on my way to get a bite to eat and stopped to see how fast the current was.’
‘You’re lying. You really can’t expect me to believe that! You’d better come clean at once!’
‘I’ll give you a bribe, Sir, honest I will, Solider Sam called out in desperation.
‘No, no, my friend, that won’t do, said the officer. Will you please tell me what you were up to?’
But at this point everything became so completely enveloped in mist it is really impossible to say what happened afterwards.
In a terrible panic, back at the house, Sarina drew up some water from the faucet, rubbed her eyes with a towel. No mistake about it: her Football was gone. Sarina began pinching herself to make sure she was not dreaming, but to all intents and purposes she was wide awake.
Sarina hopped in her car and off she dashed straight to the Head of Police.
As if this morning was not bad enough, there was not a parking place at the Cop Shop in sight, and she had to drive around. ‘But perhaps I dreamt it! How could I take a football enveloped in Cake out of the oven?’ And then it flies away. Oh, Dear.
 
Suddenly Sarina drove down an unfamiliar street stood rooted to the spot near the front door of some house and witnessed a most incredible sight.
A truck drew up to the driveway. The doors flew open and out jumped a uniformed, Football who dashed up the steps. The feeling of shock and amazement that gripped Sarina when she recognized the football defies description.
Now she must be dreaming! After this extraordinary sight everything went topsy-turvy. Sarina could hardly keep to her feet, but decided at all costs to wait until the Football returned to the truck.
A short time later a Football really did come out. It was wearing the Rams new uniform, complete with the New Helmets!
And it was abundantly clear that the Football was going to visit someone. It looked right, then left, revved up the car, shouted ‘Let’s go!’, climbed in and drove off.
Sarina nearly went out of her mind. She did not know what to make of it. How, in fact, could a Football, which only a few minutes ago was found in her Cake, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a truck, suddenly turn up in a Rams Uniform!
Sarina followed the truck which fortunately did not travel very far and came to a halt outside the Cathedral. Sarina rushed into the Cathedral Square. 
Only a few people were at prayer, all of them standing by the entrance. Sarina felt so distraught that she was in no condition for praying, and her eyes searched every nook and cranny for the Football in a Rams Uniform.
Then Sarina spotted it standing by one of the walls to the side. The Football’s face was completely hidden by the Helmet and it was praying with an expression of profound piety.
‘What’s the best way of approaching it?’ thought Sarina. ‘Judging by its uniform, its helmet, and its whole appearance, it must be part of the Rams organisation. But I’m damned if I know!’
Sarina tried to attract its attention by coughing, but the Football did not interrupt its devotions for one second and continued  towards the altar.
‘My dear Sir,’ Sarina said, summoning up her courage, ‘My Dear Sir…’
‘What do you want?’ replied the Football, turning around.
Sarina didn‘t know what to say ‘I don’t know how best to put it, sir, but it strikes me as very peculiar…Don’t you know where you belong? And where do I find you? In church, of all places! I’m sure you’ll agree that…’
‘Please forgive me, but would you mind telling me what you’re talking about?...Explain yourself.’ the Football replied.
‘How can I make myself clear?’ Sarina wondered. Nerving herself once more she said: ‘Of course, I am, as it happens, I am the Rams Reporter. I know everyone on the Team. But I have never interviewed you.’
‘I can’t see any problem here,’ the Football replied. ‘Please come to the point.’
‘My dear sir,’ continued Sarina, ‘I really don’t know what you mean by that. It’s plain enough for anyone to see…Unless you want…Don’t you realize you are a Rams Football!’
The Football looked at Sarina and frowned a little.
‘My Dear Woman, you are mistaken. I am a Football in my own right. I just decided to put the Rams Uniform on since I happen to be in Los Angeles. And the Chargers are a poor excuse for a Football Team. Furthermore, I don’t  see that we can have anything in common. Judging from your outfit this morning, I should say you’re from another Planet, like the Bronx.’
With these words the Football turned away and continued its prayers.
Sarina was so confused she did not know what to do or think.
But suddenly Sarina jumped backwards as though he had been singed by the Oven: She remembered that without the Rams she wouldn‘t be having as much fun, and tears streamed from her eyes.
Sarina turned around to tell the Football in a Rams Uniform straight out that it was only masquerading as a Ram, that it was an impostor and a scoundrel. But the Football had already gone: it managed to slip off unseen, probably to pay somebody a visit.
This reduced Sarina to absolute despair. She went out, and stood for a minute or so under the colonnade, carefully looking around her in the hope of spotting the Football.
Sarina‘s car wouldn‘t start back up again so she cried out in a despairing voice: ‘TAXI!! Let’s go!’
‘Blast and damn!’ said Sarina. ‘Driver, take me straight to the Chief of Police.’
‘Drive like the devil” Sarina shouted, once the Cathedral was out of range’
‘Where?’ asked the driver.
‘Straight on!’
‘Straight on? But it’s a dead-end here – you can only go right or left.’
So just as Sarina was about to tell the driver to go straight to the Justice Hall, it struck her that the scoundrel and impostor who had behaved so shamelessly could quite easily take advantage of the delay and slip out of the city, in which event all efforts to find it would be futile and might even drag on Forever, God forbid.
Finally inspiration came from above. Sarina decided to go straight to the newspaper offices and publish an advertisement, so the LA public might be of some help since there were only so many places they could search at any one time.
Sarina considered the detailed description of the Football she would make so that anyone who happened to meet it would at once turn it over to Sarina, or at least tell her where she could find it.
Deciding this was the best course of action, Sarina ordered the driver to go straight to the newspaper offices and throughout the whole journey never once stopped pummelling the driver in the back with her fist and shouting: ‘Faster, damn you, faster!’
Finally the cab came to a halt and the breathless Sarina tore into a small waiting-room where a clerk was sitting at a table with his pen between his teeth, counting out copper coins.
‘Who sees to advertisements here?’ Sarina shouted. ‘Ah, good morning.’
‘Good morning,’ replied the clerk, raising his eyes for one second, then looking down again at the little piles of money spread out on the table.
‘I want to publish an advertisement.’ Sarina said with a sense of urgency.
‘Just one moment, if you don’t mind,’ the clerk answered, as he wrote down a figure with one hand and scribbling down some math with the other.
‘My dear sir, will you take the details down now, please. I really can’t wait any longer.” Sarina said, beginning to lose patience.
Finally, the clerk turned to Sarina and said: ‘What do you want?’
‘I want…’ Sarina began. ‘Something very crazy’s been going on, whether it’s some practical joke or a plain case of fraud I can’t say as yet. All I want you to do is to offer a substantial reward for the first person to find the Football dressed in Rams Regalia.
‘Name, please.’
‘Why do you need that? I can’t tell you. Too many people know me. Just put ‘Sarina, Rams Reporter.. or even better, Sarina, Star of the Rams”
‘Hm, interesting. And did this Football steal much, or cause any kind of disturbance?’
‘My Football!! I’m trying to say. You don’t understand! It’s my own Football that’s disappeared. It’s a diabolical practical joke someone’s played on me.’
‘How did it disappear? I don’t follow.’ the clerk replied.
‘I can’t tell you how. But please understand, My Football is traveling at this very moment all over the town, calling itself a Ram. That’s why I’m asking you to print this advertisement announcing the first person who catches it should return the Football to its rightful owner as soon as possible.
“Imagine what it’s like being without a Football!!” Sarina exclaimed.
The clerk’s tightly pressed lips showed he was deep in thought. ‘I can’t print an advertisement like that in our paper,’ he said after a long silence.
‘What? Why not?’
‘I’ll tell you. A paper can get a bad name. If everyone started announcing her Football had run away, I don’t know how it would all end. And enough false reports and rumours get past editorial already…’
‘By why does it strike you as so ridiculous? I certainly don’t think so.’
‘That’s what you think. But only last week there was a similar case. Someone came here with an advertisement, just like you. All they wanted to advertise was a Runaway Coffee Maker. And what do you think he was up to really? In the end we had a libel case on our hands.
‘But I want to publish an advertisement about my Football, not my Coffee Maker,” protested Sarina.
‘No, I can’t accept that kind of advertisement.’
‘But I’ve lost My Football!!’
‘Then you’d better see a Football Shop about it. I’ve heard there’s a certain kind of specialist who can fix you up with any kind Football you like. ‘Anyway, you seem a cheery sort, and I can see you like to have your little joke.’
‘By all that’s Holy, I swear I’m telling you the truth. If you really want me to, I’ll show you what I mean.’
‘I shouldn’t bother if I were you,’ the clerk continued, lighting up a cigarette. ‘However, if it’s really no trouble,’ he added, leaning forward out of curiosity, ‘then I shouldn’t mind having a quick look.’
Sarina whipped out her phone and showed the clerk the photo she snapped of the Football wearing a Rams Uniform Praying at the Cathedral.
‘Of course, it’s no problem printing the advertisement,’ the clerk said. ‘But I can’t see what you can stand to gain by it. If you like, why not give it to someone with a flair for journalism, then they can write it up as a Story about a Very Nutty Football and have it published in The LA Times. The clerk lit up another cigarette. Make it something of interest to the general public.’
Apparently even the clerk was touched by Sarina’s terrible predicament and thought it would not hurt to cheer her up with a few words of sympathy.
‘Really, I can’t say how sorry I am at what’s happened. How about a cigarette? It’s very good for headaches – and puts fresh heart into you. It even cures the flu.
With these words the clerk deftly flipped back the lid of the box.
This unintentionally thoughtless action made Sarina lose patience altogether.
‘I don’t understand how you can joke at a time like this,’ Sarina said angrily. ‘Are you so blind you can’t see that I don‘t have a Football anymore? You know what you can do with your cigarette! I can’t bear to look at it, and anyway you might at least offer me a real Marlboro not that filthy rolling tobacco.”
After this declaration Sarina strode furiously out of the newspaper office and went off to the local Inspector of Police. Sarina arrived just when as the officer was having a good stretch, and saying, ‘Now for a nice two hours nap.’ Sarina had clearly chosen a very bad time for her visit.
The Inspector gave Sarina a rather cold welcome and said that today wasn’t at all the time to start investigations.
The reception given her by the Inspector startled Sarina so much she threw out her arms and said in a dignified voice, ‘To be frank, after these remarks of yours, which I find very offensive, I have nothing more to say…’ and walked out.
Sarina arrived home hardly able to feel her feet beneath her. It was already getting dark. After her fruitless inquiries being back home seemed extremely dismal since she had all but cinched the Football’s Freedom.
Solider Sam promptly jumped up and rushed to take off Sarina’s coat. Exhausted Beyond Comprehension, Sarina went to her room, threw herself into an armchair and after a few sighs said:
‘My God, my God! What have I done to deserve this? Being without any Cake wouldn’t be very pleasant, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
But to lose My Football for no reason at all and with nothing to show for it! No, it’s absolutely impossible…It can’t have gone just like that! Never! It must have been a dream, or perhaps I drank some of that Scotch instead of water.
It was absolutely incomprehensible. If a Television, or her workout bike, or her Ping-Pong Table, or something of that sort had been missing, that would have been understandable. But for her Football to disappear from her own house…Sarina weighed up all the evidence and decided that the most likely explanation of all was that Soldier Sam was to blame, and no one else.
Suddenly there was a knock on the Door. Soldier Sam got up to open it.
‘Does Sarina-- Rams Reporter. Or pardon me.. Sarina Star of the Rams live here?’
‘Please come in. Sarina is home, said Solider Sam.
A smart-looking police officer, the same police officer who had stood on the River Bridge at the beginning of our story – made his entrance.
‘Are you the woman who lost Her Football?
‘Yes, that’s me.’ Sarina replied.
‘It’s been found.’ explained the officer.
‘What did you say?’ cried Sarina. She could hardly speak for joy. She looked wide-eyed at the police officer.
‘How did you find it?’
‘Very strange. We caught it just as it was about to drive off on the way to the Marine Corps Base in San Diego. It’s passport was made out in the name of ‘Rambo Rams’ Strangely enough, I mistook it at first. But I could see it was really a Football.
Sarina was beside herself.
‘Where is it? I’ll go right away to claim it.’
‘That’s it!’ cried Sarina, once she got to t he property claims depot at the Police Station, ‘no mistake!
Dear Soldlier Sam!..
Sarina was typing into her phone, even though he was just sitting at the Kitchen Table. Sarina and Soldier Sam did that every once in a while because there are somethings just better written, that would be impossible to communicate in normal everyday conversation.. Take this Report, for example.
Meanwhile, rumours about the strange occurrence had spread throughout Los Angeles not, need we say, without a few embellishments. At the time everyone seemed very preoccupied with the  possibilities of an actual Football walking abound with a Rams Uniform that could drive a car and pray at a Cathedral would show up at the Brand New Rams Stadium when it opens for business.
These events came as a blessing to Los Angeles socialites-- indispensable for any successful party who loved amusing each other and who were now stuck in their houses, unable to carry on the essential business of Hollywood, quite more important than the defense industrial base..
And all this took place in Los Angeles, the capital of our vast empire!  Only now, after time can we see that there is a great deal that is very far-fetched in this story.  Apart from the fact that it’s highly unlikely for a Football to disappear in such a fantastic way and then reappear in various parts of the town dressed in a Rams Uniform, it is hard to believe that Sarina would find a newspaper to accept advertisements Runaway Footballs
And, come to think of it, how did the Football manage to turn up in a Cake and how did Sarina…?  No, I don’t understand it, not one bit!  But the strangest, most incredible thing of all is that authors should write about such things.  That, I confess, is beyond my comprehension.  It’s just…no, no, I don’t understand it at all!  Firstly, it’s no use to our empire whatsoever; secondly, it’s no use…I simply don’t know what one can make of it…However, when all is said and done, we can concede this point or the other and perhaps you can even find…well then you won’t find much that isn’t on the ridiculous side, will you?
And yet, if you stop to consider for a moment, there’s a grain of truth in it.  Whatever you may say, these things do happen—not too often but they do happen. And it’s usually for a Lovely, Beautiful Reason.
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
 
 
The door of the aircraft was closed and the Starship started to move towards the runway. Just short of the runway it stopped and a light came on the front of the plane. Sarina could faintly hear the rumbling noise of the aircraft engine.
 
 
A faint yellow tone came into the sky over the low land. The shadows on the sea slowly deepened. The wind bore coldness with it. Sarina and Solider Sam began to shiver with cold.
 
"Holy smoke!" said Soldier Sam, allowing his voice to express his emotions, "If we keep on monkeying out here! If we've got to fuck around out here all night!"
 
Sarina was more positive "Oh, we'll never have to stay here all night! Don't you worry. They've seen us now, and it won't be long before they'll come chasing out after us."
 
The shore grew dusky. The vision of the shore blended gradually out of reach. The ocean spray, when it dashed uproariously over the side, made the partners shrink and swear like they were being branded like a Bucking Bronx Bronco.
 
"I'd like to catch the chump who turned the light on in the lighthouse. I feel like soaking him one, just for good measure." Soldier Sam made his feelings known.
 
"Why? What did he do?" asked Sarina.
 
"Oh, nothing, but I was picturing everyone on the island being so damned indifferent." Soldier Sam answered
 
In the meantime Sarina rowed, and then Soldier Sam rowed, and then Sarina rowed. And you guessed it, then Soldier Sam rowed.
 
Grey-faced and bowed forward, they mechanically, turn by turn, plied the leaden oars. The form of the lighthouse had vanished from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just lifting from the sea.
 
The sea to the east was black. The land had vanished, and was expressed only by the low and disheartening thunder of the surf.
 
Sarina was calm, took another drink of the Scotch and, felt obliged to speak to the Soldier Sam.
 
"Keep up the strong rowing! Keep it up!" she encouraged Soldier Sam.
 
"'Keep it up,' Sarina." Soldier Sam’s voice was getting worn out.
.
This was surely a quiet evening with the bottle of Scotch stashed safely in the boat's bottom.
 
Sarina’s eyes were just capable of noting the tall black waves that swept forward in a most sinister silence, save for an occasional subdued growl of a crest
.
Soldier Sam looked without interest at the water enveloping the boat  He was deep in other scenes. He was just imagining how wonderful Sarina’s Birthday Party Celebration would be, if they ever got on that fucking island.
 
Finally he spoke. "Sarina," he asked, dreamfully, "what kind of Burger do you like best?"
 
"Whopper with Cheese from Burger King, of course. Same as you!“ Sarina Replied.
 
“But let’s not talk of  such beautiful things right now. Now I’m picturing us sharing Onion Rings and an Orange soda, all warm and dry inside a restaurant. said Soldier Sam. “ If they are ever going to open again, anyways.” he added.
 
"Don't talk about such things, blast you!" said Sarina, who was now picturing Onion Rings for both of them
 
"Well," said Soldier Sam, "I was just thinking about Burger King, and--"
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam are on Boat Destined to Arrive at Magic Island in Time for Sarina’s Birthday Party!! But the Trip does have it’s Difficulties.
 
 
A faint yellow tone came into the sky over the low land. The shadows on the sea slowly deepened. The wind bore coldness with it. Sarina and Solider Sam began to shiver with cold.
 
"Holy smoke!" said Soldier Sam, allowing his voice to express his emotions, "If we keep on monkeying out here! If we've got to fuck around out here all night!"
 
Sarina was more positive "Oh, we'll never have to stay here all night! Don't you worry. They've seen us now, and it won't be long before they'll come chasing out after us."
 
The shore grew dusky. The vision of the shore blended gradually out of reach. The ocean spray, when it dashed uproariously over the side, made the partners shrink and swear like they were being branded like a Bucking Bronx Bronco.
 
"I'd like to catch the chump who turned the light on in the lighthouse. I feel like soaking him one, just for good measure." Soldier Sam made his feelings known.
 
"Why? What did he do?" asked Sarina.
 
"Oh, nothing, but I was picturing everyone on the island being so damned indifferent." Soldier Sam answered
 
In the meantime Sarina rowed, and then Soldier Sam rowed, and then Sarina rowed. And you guessed it, then Soldier Sam rowed.
 
Grey-faced and bowed forward, they mechanically, turn by turn, plied the leaden oars. The form of the lighthouse had vanished from the southern horizon, but finally a pale star appeared, just lifting from the sea.
 
The sea to the east was black. The land had vanished, and was expressed only by the low and disheartening thunder of the surf.
 
Sarina was calm, took another drink of the Scotch and, felt obliged to speak to the Soldier Sam.
 
"Keep up the strong rowing! Keep it up!" she encouraged Soldier Sam.
 
"'Keep it up,' Sarina." Soldier Sam’s voice was getting worn out.
.
This was surely a quiet evening with the bottle of Scotch stashed safely in the boat's bottom.
 
Sarina’s eyes were just capable of noting the tall black waves that swept forward in a most sinister silence, save for an occasional subdued growl of a crest
.
Soldier Sam looked without interest at the water enveloping the boat  He was deep in other scenes. He was just imagining how wonderful Sarina’s Birthday Party Celebration would be, if they ever got on that fucking island.
 
Finally he spoke. "Sarina," he asked, dreamfully, "what kind of Burger do you like best?"
 
"Whopper with Cheese from Burger King, of course. Same as you!“ Sarina Replied.
 
“But let’s not talk of  such beautiful things right now. Now I’m picturing us sharing Onion Rings and an Orange soda, all warm and dry inside a restaurant. said Soldier Sam. “ If they are ever going to open again, anyways.” he added.
 
"Don't talk about such things, blast you!" said Sarina, who was now picturing Onion Rings for both of them
 
"Well," said Soldier Sam, "I was just thinking about Burger King, and--"
 
 
 
 
 
That evening Sarina and Soldier Sam  began to question their prospects of landing on the Moon soon.
.
Sarina looked up in the night sky and said “We have to do it. We have to get to that moon. I believe the adversary  is still on that transporter ship.”
 
Soldier Sam looked over at Sarina and asked “but how would we possibly get there?”
 
 
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
Sarina watched as Soldier Sam made his way onto the flight line.
 
Solider Sam put his tools into his pocket and approached the aircraft and found his spot to work for the day. Then he settled in & placed the Special Tool Sarina gave him in his pocket.
 
Soldier Sam loved Sarina with all his heart, since she was so Full of Life. When Soldier Sam got the position on the Crew, she watched him try to find his way, but Soldier Sam felt like giving up at first so much he ignored the early morning alerts on his phone for a long time.
 
Sarina was determined to help Solider Sam gain the strength and confidence he needed to succeed.
 
Finally, Soldier Sam got the courage to go back to work, but how would he get to the flight line from the new house?  He would have to take the Train, but was now too overwhelmed to get there himself.
 
Sarina volunteered to get on the same early morning Schedule, so she could drive Solider Sam through traffic & walk him to the flight line, even though they worked at opposite ends of the Greater Metro Area.
 
At first, this was agreeable, and fulfilled Sarina’s need to protect him since he was not used to making all the important decisions at the job, even performing the slightest task without tremendous effort.
 
Soon, however, Sarina realised the arrangement wasn’t working. Soldier Sam is going to have to start pulling his own weight, she admitted to herself. But he was still so early on the Job, how would he react?
 
Just as Sarina predicted, Solider Sam was shocked at the idea of not getting a ride and having Sarina walk him to the flight line. “This Sucks!” he responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you’re leaving me in the Dust.”
 
Sarina’s heart broke to hear these words, but she knew what had to be done. Sarina promised Solider Sam that each morning and evening she would ride the Train with him, for as long as it took, until he got the hang of it.
 
And that is exactly what happened. For weeks, Sarina accompanied Soldier Sam to and from work each day.
 
Sarina taught Solider Sam how to rely on all his senses to determine where he was and how to adapt his new Job. She helped him befriend people on the Train who could watch out for him, and save him a seat.
 
Finally, Solider Sam decided that he was ready to try the trip on his own. Monday morning arrived, and before he left, he said a nice goodbye to Sarina, full of his new-found confidence.
 
Soldier Sam’s heart was filled gratitude for her loyalty, her patience, and the hope she brings. Solider Sam said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
 
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… Each day on his own went perfectly, and Soldier Sam had never felt better. He was doing it! He was going to work all by himself.
 
On Friday morning, Soldier Sam took the train to work as usual. As he was exiting, the driver said, “Boy, I sure do envy you.” Solider Sam wasn’t sure if the driver was speaking to him or not.
 
After all, who on earth would ever envy a guy with a stressful job on the flight line who had struggled just to start his projects for several years.
 
Curious, he asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?” The driver responded, “It must feel good to know that someone always has your back like you do. Especially Early Mornings when it is Still Dark out.”
 
Soldier Sam had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, “What do you mean?”
 
The driver answered, “You know, every morning for weeks, a fine-looking woman has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the train. She makes sure you cross the street safely and watches until you get to the flight line. Then she gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky guy.”
 
A couple tears of Happiness found Soldier Sam’s cheek. For although he couldn’t physically see so early in the morning, he had always felt like she was there for him.
 
Soldier Sam was lucky, so lucky, for Sarina had given him a gift more powerful than any fighter jet, a gift he didn’t need to see to believe-the gift of hope that can bring light where there is darkness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
 
The pressure of the air entered in the front of the wing and the forces of the air flowing from the outside. Without using any engine, the Starship can fly for good amount time, covering a lot of ground.
 
 
 
The officers had been given the task of redacting the communications trail we had left behind on our way to the island, and the chairman went back to his tasks. It was a slow business for the chairman and it was anything but exhilarating following the last mission. Frequent halts made pressing on feel like an insurmountable barrier for the unit. The officers marched on that day, slipping away to check the wireless and make a few dispatches of their own describing the state of our position in relation to the island. 
 
 
All columns had reported that they were aware of the potential news that supplies would be moving up, which would result in increased confidence should reinforcements arrive in a timely manner. It appeared to the officers as if the patrols had suddenly come up on the track which we had crossed shortly before stopping to check out some smoke on the horizon. One of the flanking units was charged with preparing an ambush and deal decisively with any attempt for the Mainland to follow up with action of their own.
 
 
The chairman wanted more details of the plan, since he wasn’t absolutely positive that an ambush by the flanking fleets would succeed without certainty that the Mainland forces would in fact come through the area in question and the very real possibility that they would bite along the flank and might cut off the progression of the unit instead of  following up on the tail. The chairman decided to attract as much attention from the Mainland for the time being waiting for the flank to be cleared, even though he had serious reservations about the strategy.
 
 
The officers had nothing to report as of yet, having seen nothing except for smoke in the distance. The chairman agreed that the patrol had probably stopped part of the unit so he had gone off to report, although far from certain about the intelligence. We had marched down the line in an extremely sloppy fashion with regard to the communications trail, and the officers were even buoyed by the sentiment that it was almost a relief to just charge though without serious concern.
 
According to the maps and photographs, the nearby islands closed in until it became a precarious and dangerous defile, after which the lanes would be open for good and we could beat out a path to our destination. Until the unit had made it though, the chairman was quite apprehensive, a sentiment which evaporated quickly when we got past the island patrols without incident. We were certainly not expecting a supply drop en route until the officers had navigated well beyond the island, and even the success that unit had had at the crossing did not guarantee a smooth go at things for the time being.
 
The chairman gathered up some of his attending flank, with the hope that they might be able to flush out another observation post or another target on the island they were approaching, which was controlled by the Mainland. This might rouse the neighbourhood, and the chairman was still harbouring doubts about the decisions he had made the last couple of days, but he felt strongly that another scrap at things with the Mainland might justify the action.
 
The plan had the potential to break down because the reconnaissance did not disclose an alternative track so the chairman had no options other than to gather up the columns on the flank with the expectation that the track would soon give way to some open space so he could then send off the other units. The officers stopped again to probe for a gap, but they drew a blank several times even while the maps indicated that the unit had some distance left to go and now a time factor was at play.
Certain instinctual moves can play devious tricks on the mind during a period of crisis, and the track was compromised by darkness because of the low moon. It still seemed all to peaceful with no patrol sentries guarding the approach, and the chairman started to feel like the unit had been wrapped up in the drama which may have been a bunch of hot air playing to an empty house. The officers were concerned that the flanking columns could get jammed in their pursuit of their unique objectives with no real means of getting off of it should Mainland activity be found on or around the island.
 
The chairman was consumed with a curious instinct to promptly apologize to some of the officers because he was about to commence fire onto the island, and the officers were already preoccupied with other tasks. The officers wasted no time carrying out the orders but, no sooner than they had let loose on the island, when the unit reached a point on the track were they had been spotted by a Mainland patrol that was quite menacing in their approach to the flanking column. This was followed by a couple of shots that cane out within the vicinity and it made our ears ring as the slow stream turned into something quite heavy.
 
The chairman had a premonition that he had failed on the flanking action, and feared that the Mainland forces would circle around somewhere down the stretch of the column, so he devised a plan to try to work out a small flank guard on the side of the island if possible, attracting as much attention as possible so as to give members of the other flank a free run at things. The officers sent out a communication that told the units in question to anticipate another repeat performance somewhere down the line that stretched well beyond the island, closer to an adjacent Mainland command post.
 
The officers told the chairman that he had better make his mind up in short order and the chairman decided to stick it to everyone in sight that even slightly suggested that they were or would become engaged. To some of the officers, it was not so clear why the positions had not been spotted earlier in a more timely manner, and they wanted to be absolutely clear to the units where exactly the rendezvous was to take place, despite the potential inaccuracies in the maps we had on hand. The chairman paused for just a moment, only to make sure that the actions were to take place without delay and then joined the column as it beat another path trajectory to the island.
 
The chairman put on an upbeat façade, even while he was still very concerned about the intentions of the Mainland forces, and it was disconcerting to still be waiting on supplies for the unit from the terminal. He, like the officers, had fully expected to run into the column without too much time passing by, but there was not sign of them as we pressed on. The officers had sent a patrol out to make sure we were where we thought we were, and issued a confirmation that the unit would move on toward the fire when it was to begin in the future. Added to all this, the officer informed the chairman that a communication had just arrived from the terminal over the wireless.
 

When Sarina and Soldier Sam arrived at the Moon base, they first came up with a plan.
 
“We will each take one of these ray guns I found here on our space fighter jet, and take out every adversary  we see.
 
We find the coordinates of Rams Mascot and race back to this ship and make our approach . Sound good?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
 “Sounds good!” Sarina agreed..


 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
 
PART 1
 
Sarina sat in the Press Box at Rams Stadium looking at The Rams upcoming schedule for the Season, just after the Last Game. She was putting together the script for her next show later in the week to preview the next Rams Game, and talk about futures of the  Rams Franchise.
 
Sarina was figuring out who she should interview during her next Rams Show. She was in a hurry, but being in a hurry never rattled or inspired her.
 
Sarina had been a Media Star for some time now and she was working out the headline of the upcoming show, one that would be sure to feature Rams Mascot. All she had really figured out was the attention-grabbing headline, an imperative sentence, spoken by Rams Mascot:
 
“When we get to the Super Bowl this year we got to “Put a Ring on It. That Will Fix It.”
 
It was a great headline. Sarina was satisfied it would immediately capture the interest of the hundreds of millions tuning into her Show.
 
Sarina didn’t even consider interviewing any one else, just Rams Mascot.
 
“Put a Ring on It. That Will Fix It.”
 
The Words of “Rings” and “Fix” gave to Sarina several sidelines for her show, for Rams Mascot was quite the Expert in World Affairs and Many Languages, so Rams Mascot could talk for hours and hours about the subject theme.
 
But Sarina figured she could get more ideas for her Show in the Cafeteria, as she was starting to get hungry. There was just simply a Limit to the Material a Football Reporter can dictate by herself in the Press Box.
 
This was no Game, as Sarina often said, this was an Industry.
 
“This is No Game,” Sarina remarked to Rams Mascot, who was leisurely drinking at a corridor Water Cooler. “This is an Industry.” Sarina declared.
 
Rams Mascot knew Sarina’s show was great for her Career, with the Millions watching, Sarina was becoming a Bigger and Bigger Star.
 
“Say look, Sarina! Have you got anything down on Paper for the Show yet?” asked Rams Mascot.
 
“Say, I’ve got some Stuff already that will be sure to captivate the interests of the audience, that’ll make ‘em…”
 
Sarina knew the Ratings would skyrocket for many reasons. Ram Mascot on the Show and just Sarina’s basic Charm and Beauty.
 
Rams Mascot tried to gauge Sarina’s sincerity.
 
"Want to read it to me now?" Rams Mascot asked.
 
"Not yet. But it's got Audience Cheering Potential, if you know what I mean." Replied Sarina.
 
Rams Mascot was skeptical.
 
“Well, go to it. And if you run into any snags, just check with the Mechanic on Staff in the Maintenance and Utilities Office”, suggested Rams Mascot.
 
“Great idea, Sarina gladly agreed. “Maintenance Guys are so knowledgeable about Word Affairs, the Office will be sure to come up with some discussion pieces about “What Rings Can Fix.”
 
Sarina felt good walking around Rams Stadium with Rams Mascot. He was so interesting and fun. So much so that Sarina usually found herself Glued to Rams Mascot, pretty much every where she went.
 
Sarina and Rams Mascot walked into the Cafeteria for Lunch.
 
Sarina had figured out Protocol for Lunch with the Team at the tables. She got their jokes, inflated sense of self-importance and social system with its swift fluctuations, with all the games in the season and the many different opponents, there could be a different MVP or disappearance episode each game.
 
Sometimes Sarina would sit here or there, sometimes wherever in the same spot
 
Sarina called the number for Maintenance Office, to see if anyone was available for a quick interview on the record.
 
The Secretary answered and Sarina asked to speak with whoever was in charge.
 
“He’s out for Lunch right now, call after Lunch Hours Please.” The Secretary responded
 
“Ok, I’ll call back later” Sarina decided.
 
Sarina was in the Middle of her Lunch when Soldier Sam took a Seat next to her. He was clearly the Guy in charge of Maintenance, or really anything else that had nothing to do with Football. Sort of a Resident Expert of some kind.
 
“So, what’s up Sarina?” Soldier Sam was friendly, at least initially, but that could change in a Flash if someone tried to cross him.
 
Sarina didn’t know what to make of him at first, but after a bit of friendly chit chat, Sarina discovered Soldier Sam did know about Stuff other than Football, at least in some specialties that interested him.
 
Sarina was considering adding a character into her Show with the Rams Mascot, but only for a brief moment, a one-line punch or something like that.
 
“I’m working on putting together My Show for this week, would you mind me running some of the Material by You?”
 
"A Show?" Soldier Sam was surprised. “You mean the players talk and don’t just play football and be done with it”?”
 
I’m writing it about a Super Bowl Ring, and I was thinking about someone popping into the Show to mention facts about how Rings play a role in the Modern World, apart from the Super Bowl.
 
Sarina wanted to ask Soldier Sam some questions. Solider Sam  hesitated.
 
"I don't know. It's my first day out here." Soldier Sam never liked attention.
 
“It’s all right,” Sarina assured him. “I don’t make a big deal of anyone that gets on the Show . It’s not like they have to know about your Life Story or anything like that.”
 
“Everyone is just like “the Guy” or a member of the Team.” Sarina wanted Soldier Sam to understand why Her Show was the Best Media Content in the Wide World of Sports.
 
“Like who do you have on the Show, usually?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
 Sarina explained: “Well there’s my main show, which I do Scenes with Rams Mascot, and then I have another one which is usually some content about the upcoming Game on Sunday. Other than that, I just have some fun with back and forths with whatever player and members of the Media.”
 
The Guy—his name was Soldier Sam, looked up from his Sandwich had considered the surroundings.
 
"I don't see anybody worth interviewing here," he said. "Except oh, there's this guy or that guy. What do they do when they aren’t eating or lifting weights or running like a Steam Train into Padded Walls” Oh say, I saw that guy on Sunday Night Football a few weeks ago. I just listen the Games on Radio.
 
Sarina suddenly pointed to the far end of the Cafeteria.
 
"And there's Mickey Mouse!" Sarina exclaimed.
 
Soldier Sam jumped and Sarina laughed at her joke--but Solider Sam noticed a couple other tables where some costume extras were sitting with the Bone and Sol colors of the First Empire.
 
"The big shots are at this next table," Sarina started to explain the scene., "Mostly Starters all except for a couple other the other cast members on a rotating basis.
 
Soldier Sam remarked that it looked like the last time he was in the Orange County Jail.
 
"Oh," said Soldier Sam, polite but unimpressed. "It must be wonderful to be a Football Reporter. It's so very interesting."
 
"It has its points," Sarina responded. . she was starting to think that it was like a dog house.
 
"What is it you want to ask me on your Show?" Solider Sam was beginning to like Sarina.
 
Here we go again with that Ring Fixing everything concept. The more Sarina considered the Theme to the Show, the more interesting it became.
 
"I took a chance in meeting you" said Sarina. "But there's a job that you just may be able to help out with."
 
"I’ve been Fixing Stuff for years” offered Soldier Sam. “Fighter Jets, Ships, helicopters, ground vehicles, other Stuff. Like look here. I was working on this Shoulder Fired Grenade Rocket Launcher in the Office this morning. I brought it here to Lunch just in case I got some new ideas during the Break.
 
"Maybe I chose the wrong words," said Sarina. "What I mean is, I was talking about what a Ring could Fix, not state-of-the-art military weaponry.
 
“Well” Solider Sam went on. “There are lots of little parts to these things, some things are shaped like rings. They are often critical components for keeping the product in good shape.”
 
“Oh, said Sarina. “Now--did you ever hear of Rams Mascot?"
 
The name was unfamiliar. Soldier Sam didn’t leave the Shop much. He was too Busy.
 
“Sounds like an interesting Guy” Soldier Sam ventured.
 
“Well, Soldier Sam” Sarina started to explain. He’s the Team Mascot. The Best in All of Sports. He has a mock uniform on and a Huge Head with Horns, like on our Logo. He always had a Smile on his Face and his Job is to get Rams Fans excited about football.
 
 
Solider Sam considered. "You mean he's--"
 
 
"Well, Rams Mascot and I have a Show where we pick a fun activity to talk about. Like Golf or Reading a Newspaper. We have been thinking about doing a Show about Maintenance of Military Weapons Systems. You know? Like a Do-it-Yourself Show?"
 
"I know." And Soldier Sam added after a moment, "That's the reason that I went in training."
 
"And we've got to have it right because a hundred million people would check on it. So this Crew member in the script he tells them to “Put a Ring on It. He says, 'Put a Ring on It. That will Fix It.' And we were wondering what the people would do then."
 
"Why--they'd probably Put a Ring on It" Solider Sam said, and then, somewhat confused by the question, "What people?"
 
"Well, mostly Football Fans, some people just tune in for the Laughs. It’s really quite entertaining, If I do say so myself.”
 
Soldier Sam tried to digest this before answering.
 
There was a pause. Soldier Sam was going across the Cafeteria for another Round of Tasty Food, “Want anything, Sarina?” he asked. Soldier Sam hurried back with a full tray and sat down again.
 
 
"Well, when a Mechanic gives orders they're orders," Soldier Sam decided.
 
"Hm." Sarina’s attention wandered to a loud discussion about Referees at a nearby table while she kept talking.
 
"You got a partner?" Sarina asked.
 
"No." replied Soldier Sam.
 
"Neither do I." Sarina sometimes wished she had a partner. Soldier Sam wished for a “Ride or Die Chick” too.
 
Beside the Big Table stood Rams Mascot. Rams Mascot stood resting his hand on the back of an empty chair at the Table with all the Starters, both Offense and Defense.
 
"Is this taken?" Rams Mascot asked, in a polite voice.
 
All along the Big Table faces stared suddenly at him. Until after the first look the supposition was that he must be some well-known Player. But Rams Mascot was not a player, even while dressed in one of the many Bone and Sol colored uniforms that dotted the room.
 
Someone at the table said: "That's taken." But Rams Mascot drew out the chair and sat down.
 
"Got to eat somewhere," Rams Mascot remarked with a grin.
 
A Shock went over the near-by tables. Sarina stared with an astonished look. It was as if someone had crayoned Mickey Mouse into the Last Supper.
 
"Look at that, Sarina” advised Soldier Sam. "What they'll do to Rams Mascot? Oh Man!"
 
The moment of silence at the Big Table was broken by the Team Captain. "This table is reserved," he said.
 
Rams Mascot looked up from a menu. "They told me sit anywhere."
 
"Mascots don't eat here," said many other members of the team still politely. "This is a--"
 
"I got to eat," said Rams Mascot doggedly. "I been standing around for hours while the media shoots these Promos and now I got to eat."
 
The team response had extended--from Sarina’s angle all within range seemed to be poised in mid-air.
 
Rams Mascot responded wearily.
 
At the Table she shared with Soldier Sam, Sarina was thinking why didn't they do something? Knock him down, drag him away. If they were scared to do it themselves they could call the Rams Stadium Security Team.
 
"Who is that?" Soldier Sam was following Sarina’s eyes, "Somebody I ought to know?"
 
Soldier Sam was listening attentively to the teams loud voices, raised in anger.
 
"Get up and get out of here, buddy, and get out quick!" they shouted.
 
Rams Mascot was Defiant.
 
"Who's telling me?" Rams Mascot demanded.
 
"You'll see." The Team Captain appealed to the table at large, "Where's Security? Where’s the Security Team?”
 
"You try to move me," said Rams Mascot, or Sarina is going to do something spectacular to defend me . I know my rights."
 
All the players at the table, representing tens of millions of salaries dollars, sat stunned. Far down by the door one of the Rams Stadium Security caught wind of what was happening and signaled to Sarina.
 
Sarina could stand no more. Rams Mascot was too essential to her Show to get knocked up and had become one of Sarina’s Best Friends.
 
Sarina jumped up, seizing the big heavy Shoulder Fired Grenade Rocket Launcher on the seat next to Soldier Sam, and in one quick moment, shifted the scene of conflict to the Parking Lot, with all the Expensive Cars and of course, the Teams VIP Helicopter, always at the ready to transport players to and from their escapades in the city.
 
Sarina had delivered a Devastating Strike. The Payload had struck the VIP Helicopter square in its Engine, rendering it out of commission.
 
All the players jumped from their tables and raced to the Parking Lot. They pushed past Security and rushed outside to survey the situation. They were shocked to see their Flying Toy engulfed in flames.
 
"It was Sarina” they all shouted. "That's was Sarina who broke the engine! Sarina is the culprit!
 
"Pull that engine  out . . . Get a Maintenance Guy to check this out . . . Look out, there!" the Team Capitan was the loudest of the Group.
 
Now Soldier Sam hurried over; He and Sarina cleared out a space to work on the flaming helicopter.
 
There were yells of "Who did it?--Who fired the shot?"
 
Sarina saw Soldier Sam prepare to approach the scene of the damage. He had grabbed his Tool Box on the way out of Rams Stadium and began working swiftly on the engine with every tool he had available at a moments notice.
 
"Why did Sarina have to do this to our Toy?” the Team shouted.
 
Sarina caught Soldier Sam’s eyes, and you could plainly tell that he felt a sentiment of Extreme Pride in Sarina, so strong that he had to look away for the moment was so dramatic.
 
Sarina alone had acted to shift attention from Rams Mascot, who was now eating his Lunch with the Big Table all to himself, free from the discrimination displayed by the team.
 
Sarina alone had played the Big Shot, while all those in identical Bone and Sol colors let themselves be the victims.
 
And now Sarina would have to take the rap--because the players were more powerful and popular due to their circus games every Sunday, taking their band on the road every other week. How could anyone have anticipated that Sarina could make her voice heard so loudly and cause such destruction?
 
 
Solider Sam had put out the fire and was now examining the damage to the engine. Sarina saw Soldier Sam get on his Radio and call his office. Sarina heard him say something out loud, without hesitation and Ringing Out as Clear as a Bell, sending the team scattering like leaves, still afraid for their safety.
 
“Put a Ring on It! That Will Fix It!” Soldier Sam said for the World to Hear.
 
The words fell wild and unreal on Sarina’s Heart. But even though Sarina now knew at first hand what would happen next if she decided to respond, Sarina could not have possibly expected how excited she was going to be for what that would mean in both of their Hearts. So much bigger and more powerful than Rams Stadium, the City of Los Angeles, California, their Country and even the Planet!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
PART 2
 
 
Sarina saw the Engine on Rams Helicopter was still Flaming.
 
Soldier Sam was trying the different channels on his Radio to try and find someone who had the requisite skills and Do-It-Yourself Know How to fix the engine and get it back into service for the players.
 
No answer at the Maintenance and Facilities Office inside Rams Stadium, so Solider Sam took the Biggest Chance of His Life and dialed up Rams Mascot to see if he had finished his Lunch yet.
 
“Hello, Rams Mascot!” said Soldier Sam. “We need an extra pair of hands out here. This engine is going to need some serious attention.
 
Rams Mascot answered the call and said he didn’t care that the Rams Players Helicopter was Burning Ablaze.
 
But Soldier Sam was persistent and continued Heartily. Were going to have to Lick some Stuff into Shape on this Helicopter, Rams Mascot. Ever collaborate before on a project like this?”
 
“I’ve never Fixed anything like that in My Life before” responded Rams Mascot.
 
This is different than throwing a Football around but maybe you could give it a shot?” Soldier Sam suggested, with a tone in his voice that bespoke of absolute sincerity.
 
“Well, Yes” Rams Mascot was considering aloud. “I read a book about this once. It said the best way to fix a burning engine was to “Put A Ring on It.”
 
Solider Sam wanted to Ask Sarina about such a sucker-trap Super Fix Job. Maybe she would have some ideas about how a Ring could possibly Fix a VIP Helicopter and return the machine to service.
 
“It all seems Simple enough,” Replied Sarina. “We just need to find the Right Ring to return this Flying Bird to action.”
 
Don’t you want to talk about your Next Show” Sarina? Have you made any progress on the Subject” You could Film it right here and now” suggested Soldier Sam.
 
I still haven’t figured out the Scene for the Drama, Sarina admitted.
 
The Rams Mascot showed up. He had a Toolbox Full of Rings, but they were unorganized. Who would have the Know How to Pick out the Right One for the Job?
 
“I haven’t ever done something like this before, Soldier Sam” admitted Sarina.”Let’s just start filming and go from there. But the state of this Helicopter looks dismal. How could we ever Fix It?”
 
Sarina said she would get Her Production Crew to start filming. They showed up at once and had their cameras at the Ready.
 
A Fix of this sort requires that a Mechanic gets down on A knee to Fix the Engine.
 
A Camera Shot like that? We’ll have to set up over here” decided the Camera Director Chief.
 
Rams Mascot leaned over the Work Space and picked up a Manual. The cover read: All about Rings and What they can Fix.”
 
“It’s a New Model, this Helicopter is” observed Soldier Sam. It’s called the “Super Surprise.”
 
“Yes?” said Rams Mascot, opening the Tool Box slowly. “Here’s a chapter on the Super Surprise!”
 
“Rams Mascot started paging through the instructions.” Who has the Know How for a Case Like This?” Is this a Job that only Experts can Fix?”
 
”What If the Right Ring is not in the Tool Box. Soldier Sam?”, Sarina joined the Show. Could you Find another Parts Store that has a wider Selection?”
 
“I think I can go on a Expedition like that. “ responded Soldier Sam. I really just am good at figuring out the Big Picture of Operations. I really don’t know how to actually Fix things. “How could we ever find Experts to tackle a problem like this?”
 
Suddenly another Helicopter showed up on the scene. It carried Engine Experts from the Far Reaches of the Pacific.
 
The helicopter door opened and the Experts started to walk down a long flight line corridor.
 
“Hello, Guys,” Soldier Sam said. “We’re having the devil’s own time with the Super Surprise Model Helicopter. Wish you’d take a look at the Engine”
 
“Glad to,” answered the Lead Mechanic.
 
“I’ve read your Manifesto on How Rings can Fix Things, Soldier Sam” said the Experts. A Brilliant Performance, Sir”
 
“Thanks!” said Soldier Sam.
 
“Quiet, man!” said Sarina in an excited voice. Sarina sprang to the machine, which was now going pocketa-pocketa ding-pocketa-ding. Sarina began delicately turning a row of glistening, sparkling dials.
 
“Get me a Ring!” Sarina snapped.
 
Soldier Sam handed Sarina a Ring. Sarina pulled a faulty piston out of the engine and inserted the Ring in its place.
 
“This one is just a Stop-Gap Measure,” Sarina Discovered. “Soldier Sam, you better get a move on and find the Right Ring out in the Field. There are lots of Shops in Los Angeles.
 
“If you wish,” Soldier Sam said. “What kind of product would you like?”
 
"I don't know and I don't care," interrupted Sarina sharply. Just get the best deal on one that will work to fix this engine!”
 
 Soldier Sam agreed and they all knew that things needed to be hurried up—fixing the helicopter, there was a limit to how long the camera crew could shoot the scene. The show didn’t need to be endless.
 
Soldier Sam was inexperienced at shopping for sparkling engine parts so  that's where Rams Mascot comes into the Show. Rams Mascot was always good for adding structure to the Show."
 
 
“Go on a Mission, Soldier Sam, To Find the Right Ring. Rams Mascot will help you out.”
 
Soldier Sam beamed with momentary encouragement
 
As Soldier Sam started out, Sarina called him back and put a shopping list for other stuff in his hand. "First of all, get a new pair of shoes and some flowers. Don't give up!”
 
 
“Back it up, Soldier Sam! Look out for that Parking Lot Post!” Rams Mascot shouted. Soldier Sam jammed on the brakes.
 
“Wrong way, Solider Sam. You’re driving towards the Stadium” said Rams Mascot, looking at Soldier Sam closely.
 
“Fuck,” Soldier Sam said to himself. He began cautiously to back out of the lane marked “Rams Stadium. Fun Straight Ahead!”
 
“Leave it sit there,” ordered Rams Mascot. “I’ll put it  away.” Soldier Sam dismounted from the Ambush Protected, Reinforced Humvee. None of his other Rides would be able to navigate the narrow Los Angeles Streets.
 
 “Hey, better leave the key, Soldier Sam. You’re on Foot Patrol today.”
 
“Oh Shit,” said Soldier Sam, handing Rams Mascot the ignition key. Rams Mascot vaulted into the vehicle, backed it up with professional skill, and put it where it belonged.
 
Solider Sam made his way out of the Rams Stadium Parking Lot and set out on his Mission.
 
They think they’re so damn special, Soldier Sam said to himself, walking along Hollywood Boulevard; they think they are more important than everything. Once, Soldier Sam had tried to throw a football all the way into the End Zone, but it crashed onto the ground just a couple of yards in front of him.
 
 
Since then, Sarina always made him punt the football to move it down the field.
 
Soldier Sam kicked at the Stars on the sidewalk. “Flowers ,” he said to himself, and he began looking for a Flowers Shop.
 
When he came out into the street again, with the flowers tucked under his arm, as strongly as those Rams try to hold onto the Football in the Coors Light Red Zone.
 
Soldier Sam began to wonder what the other thing was Sarina had told him to get. She had told him several times, before Soldier Sam had left Rams Stadium to go on this mission.
 
In a way, Soldier Sam always got a bit frustrated when he had to go shopping—he was always getting something wrong on the Taco. Steak, Seasoning, Lettuce, Tomato, Shredded Cheese, Sour Cream he thought, were they out of shells and tortillas too? Or was it the T-Shirt Initiative?
 
Soldier Sam gave it up. But of course Sarina would remember it.
 
 “Where’s the what’s-its-name?” Sarina would ask. “Don’t tell me you forgot the what’s-its-name.”
 
Back at Rams Stadium, the trial for the Helicopter Strike had begun. Rams Players had been called up into the stands to give their testimony on the record.
 
. . . “Perhaps this will refresh your memory.” Rams Mascot suddenly thrust a Shoulder Fired Grenade Rocket Launcher at Sarina, now on the witness stand.
 
“Have you ever seen this before?” Sarina took the weapon and examined it expertly. “This is the Shoulder Fired Grenade Rocket Launcher Soldier Sam has been trying to fix in the Shop all week,” Sarina said calmly.
 
An excited buzz ran around the Rams Players in the Bleachers. Rams Mascot rapped his gavel for order. “You are a crack shot with any sort of firearms, I believe?” said Rams Mascot, trying to break Sarina down.
 
 “Objection!” shouted Sarina. “Of course I could not have possibly fired the shot. I was carrying my Lunch Tray when that Payload whizzed through the air into the Parking Lot.”
 
Rams Mascot raised his hand briefly and the Shocked Rams Players were silent.
 
With any known make of  launcher like that,” Sarina said evenly, “That Shot would have sailed clear out of Rams Stadium Grounds. Using My Left Hand!!”
 
 Pandemonium broke loose among the Rams Players Seated on the Bleachers.
 
Without rising from her chair, Sarina let the players know just how much their Safety was in her hands. An accident like that could really take place on any given day. If she was eating lunch with Soldier Sam in the Cafeteria.
 
Meanwhile…..
 
Solider Sam had arrived at the Most Expensive Ring Shop on the California Beach.
 
“Put a Ring on It. That will Fix It,” said Solider Sam, to no one in particular. He stopped walking and saw Massive Waves crashing onto the Beach, showing the Power of the Pacific Ocean.
 
Some Hollywood Acting-Type Stars passing by laughed.
 
“He said ‘Put a Ring on It. That will Fix It.” They said to each other. “That man said ‘Put a Ring on It. That will Fix It’ to himself.”
 
Soldier Sam hurried on. He went into the Used Tire Shop, not the first one he came to but a smaller one farther up the street. “I would like to get a Ring to Fix an Engine,” he said to the clerk.
 
“Any special brand, sir?” The Greatest Tire Fixer in the World thought a moment. He was also adept at Mounting and Balancing the Tires he Repaired Every Day.
 
“It says ‘I Love You, Hot Stuff’ on the Box,” said Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina would be punched out of her Work Shift at Rams Stadium in just a moment, Soldier Sam saw in looking at his phone, unless The Bleacher Trial got sticky. Sometimes Trials mediated by Rams Mascot could get sticky. If that inquisition went well; Sarina would want him to be there waiting for her as usual.
 
Solider Sam found a Seat on the Bleachers, right on the 50 Yard Line and he put the Flowers and the Tool Box on the floor beside him. He picked up his phone and started to get updates about all the action.
 
“Can the Allies Conquer the World Through the Air?” Solider Sam looked at the pictures of bombing planes and of ruined beaches.
 
. . . “The cannon fire has got the wind up in the Far Reaches of the Pacific, Sir,” said Rams Mascot.
 
Soldier Sam looked up at Rams Mascot and responded. “Get them to sleep in the Dirt Tonight,” he said wearily. “With the others. I’ll fly alone.”
 
“But you can’t, Sir,” said Rams Mascot. “It takes several Brigades to handle that kind of a strike and they pound hell out of the air. The circus is between the islands.”
 
“Somebody’s got to get that ammunition dump,” said Soldier Sam. “I’m going over. Spot of Bourbon?”
 
Soldier Sam poured a drink of bourbon for Rams Mascot and one for himself. Conflict thundered and shook around the field at Rams Stadium and battered at the door. There was a barrage of wind blowing across the bleachers where they sat.
 
“A bit of a near thing,” said Soldier Sam.
 
“The box barrage is closing in,” said Rams Mascot.
 
“We only live once, Rams Mascot,” said Soldier Sam, thinking about Sarina. “Or will we?” He poured another Bourbon and tossed it off.
 
 “I’ve never seen any of Rams Players who could hold their Bourbon like you, Sir,” said Rams Mascot. “Not even close.”
 
Soldier Sam stood up and strapped on his Trans-Pacific Signalling Device. .
 
“It’s a long stretch through hell, Sir,” said Rams Mascot.
 
Soldier Sam finished one last bottle of Bourbon. “After all,” he said clearly “what isn’t?”
 
The pounding of the cannon increased; there was the rat-tat-tatting of anti-aircraft batteries, and from somewhere came the menacing pocketa-pocketa-pocketa of the new flame-throwers.
 
Soldier Sam started to walk his way from the Bleachers to meet up with Sarina. Soldier Sam turned and waved to Rams Mascot, “Keep it 100..”
 
 “I’ve been looking all over Rams Stadium for you,” said Sarina. “Why do you have to hide in the Bleachers? How did you expect me to find you?”
 
“Sometimes things close in,” said Soldier Sam, exhausted from the Day’s Events.
 
“What?” Sarina asked. “Did you get the what’s-its-name? The Ring to Fix the Engine? What’s in your tool box?”
 
“Pretty Flowers for You,” replied Soldier Sam.
 
“Couldn’t you have just left them on my desk and filled your tool box with the whole selection of Engine Rings? “
 
I was panicking about Work,” said Soldier Sam. “Does it ever occur to you that I am sometimes Panicking?” Anyways, there is only one Ring in the Tool Box. And it isn’t for the Helicopter Engine.”
 
Sarina looked at him. “I’m going to eat Tacos with you when I get you home,” Sarina said.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam went out through the revolving doors of Rams Stadium, that made an audible and noticeable whistling sound when you pushed them. It’s wasn’t that far of a drive from Rams Stadium.
 
They drove along and along the way Sarina made the ride stop.
 
Sarina had spotted for the first time a shop on the Corner of Rodeo Drive and Sunset Boulevard. 
 
It was called “Disney Snow White Gear Boutique.” Sarina and Soldier Sam got out and walked a short distance down the sidewalk
 
“Wait here for me” instructed Sarina. “ I forgot something. I’ll just be a minute.”
 
Sarina was more than a minute. Soldier Sam looked in his pocket for a cigarette. It began to rain.
 
Soldier Sam Leaned against the wall of “Disney Snow White Gear Boutique, smoking his last cigarette. . . . He put his shoulders back against the wall and considered what a Great Future lay in store for Rams Stadium.
 
“To hell with the blindfold said Soldier Sam bravely.
 
He finished his last cigarette and snapped it away.
 
Then, with Sarina walking out of the Door with a Big Box, he gave her Flowers when she approached walking down the aisle between the Boutique and the Side of the Building.
 
Soldier Sam faced the assembled firing squad; proud and undefeated, Soldier Sam, defiant to the last.
 
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
On his way out of the bar, Soldier Sam hesitated beside another one down the street, but was too excited about meeting Sarina at Cupids Office to get another drink. Then he paused, and heard his name being called. It sounded like Cupid’s voice.
 
"Oh, yeah, I’m coming back to your office right now," Soldier Sam promised.
 
"Before the internet it was very difficult to come up with Ideas for a great time on Valentines Day” Sarina explained. “Cupid would be shooting from the hip and needing an idea for a Valentines Day Activity in a split second.
 
“Yeah, Now it's an easy job” added Soldier Sam. “ Anyone can find a date idea and present it to Cupid. That’s one of the reasons why they are all such bad ideas. They got Directors that think they have come up with a decent scene and call it a show! What do they know?"
 
'I don't know what a girl like me is doing out here anyhow,' said Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam could have supplied the answer, but he wasn’t sure if he should. “Do you really want me to do this, Sarina?”
 
'It's a funny business, remarked Sarina.
 
'Funny!' responded Soldier Sam., 'It's confusing! Here against my better judgement I write just what you tell me to make our Valentines Day Activity be approved--and Cupid tells me to get out because we can't seem to agree on what would be the best way to present it.'
 
'That's an interesting take on it,' remarked Cupid. 'What do you want me to do, Soldier Sam-- knock you down?'
 
Cupid checked to see if his arrows were still there.
 
'Try it!' Soldier Sam suggested. 'You probably couldn’t Cupid, I’ve got a few more pounds on me than most' He hesitated and said honestly. 'I mean extra junk on me that I should work off. I never go to the gym.'
 
 
"You’ve only got several days to come up with a Valentine’s Day Activity I can endorse," said Cupid, "--but this is only a deal if your Valentine is for Sarina, of course."
 
"Don’t even believe for a moment that my target is anything other than Sarina!" Soldier Sam affirmed. "My idea won’t be any crazy stuff either. I've only got this one chance with Sarina and she knows it."
 
"Well all right then. You have an audience here with me, and if anything you can do is a good idea, I’ll let you know." Cupid said.
 
"But don’t put Soldier Sam under this much pressure to make a decision. I’m sure he will try his best to come up with a spectacular plan" insisted Sarina.
 
"We're not asking you to invent a miracle, Soldier Sam. If you want you can think it over for a bit. Then get back to me." Cupid conceded.
 
Soldier Sam felt a little better with this kind of moment to get a plan together.
 
"Oh, I'll definitely be happy with Soldier Sam’s Valentines Day Concept," Sarina said quickly. "Soldier Sam will for sure be able to dig up a good plan on the internet. There are a lot of examples my contemporaries have cited over the years.
 
“Yeah, I’ll make up something special and I'll convince you if it can work or not." Soldier Sam was grateful that Sarina didn’t mind if he recycled a plan he could find in his research.
 
Cupid checked to make sure he had enough arrows for Valentines Day and wrote something on a Orange Heart-Shaped piece of paper.
 
"All right, Soldier Sam. Run into your office and hop on the computer. It shouldn’t take you that long" suggested Cupid.
 
Soldier Sam only had to sit on the computer for bit before he uncovered an idea. He printed something out on paper and rushed to tell Sarina about it before he presented the plan to Cupid
 
Look, Sarina. We can Invent a new drink and name it something that belongs to only us” Soldier Sam was excited.
 
Yeah, perfect” responded Sarina, “We can Have fun mixing and testing new ideas to invent something unique that appeals to both of us. You don’t have to splash out we’ll just get the ingredients we can and go from there.”
 
 Cupid overheard their discussion. “What can you guys  handle? Any of the strong stuff?  Can you invent something new using bourbon and give it a name? If you can, then this drink now belongs to you both!” That’s a great idea” decided Cupid.
 
 
Sarina  started to wonder if other people had done this same thing for Valentines and their inventions were listed somewhere. Surely they would be able to come up with an original name once they had both Sampled a few.
 
Soldier Sam made his way around Cupid’s desk and poured out his heart. He had been waiting for an opportunity just like this to show Sarina he was worthwhile in life
 
Soldier Sam put the icing on the cake. "Thanks Cupid, at first you seemed like you we’re not going to approve the activity, but now you have generously agreed to let me and Sarina play a game like that on Valentines Day. I'm so thankful you did"
 
"There you are," said Sarina triumphantly. Soldier Sam we just punched our ticket to a great Valentines Day!”
 
 
 
 
 
TRAINING
 
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
Rams Mascots tough standards taught Soldier Sam a lesson. Soldier Sam knew, at last, that it was a good instinct to fall in love with flying to the Moon. It was great training for the mission that was to follow.  It was perfectly normal for Soldier Sam to feel challenged to his limits by Rams Mascots instructions every night, even if they must exist in entirely different realities — Instructor Rams Mascot and trainee Soldier Sam, It was perfectly good that Rams Mascot came to appreciate Soldier Sam’s dedication to the mission.
The Chairman thought to himself for a minute that it could be the officers were initially attracted to the combat environment, and it was not only the combat environment that developed the character of the officers. Maybe it makes no difference because the end result is the same. At first the officers had  to spend months and months on reconnaissance patrols around the Mainland in the island regions that were being used as base camps and supply centre depots. The experienced officers were not accustomed to spraying fire immediately after the identification of Mainland forces. They had been trained to wait as to conserve supplies that may not be replaced anytime in the near future.
 
Many skill sets must be in the training tool box-- “Engineering” provides power to the other bridge positions. “Helm” maneuvers the ship. “Weapons” prepares and fires torpedoes at the enemy. “Sensors,” “Shields,” and “Tractor Beam” have duties as well. One player acts as captain, charged with making sense of the great mess that develops against another team of players on a similar enemy ship.
 
The chairman thought that a sound derivation of an organised structure was paramount to achieving consistent and reliable delivery of supplies and other route infrastructure, but the officers were just concerned about actually making it back to the terminal in one piece. The point upon which the chairman was most emphatic concerned the distribution system of supplying route infrastructure needed new policy, since HQs policy had established that market should dictate the basic returns of prior officer summits in which supply routes were deemed to be to be in the operational interests.
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ACTIVITY
 
 
All the Women at the Office are excited about their Valentine Gifts, but Sarina is not expecting anything exciting from Solider Sam.
 
Sarina braced herself as she stepped into the office on Valentine’s Day. She glanced round to check; it hadn’t started yet. Good, she’d be able to fortify herself with coffee first. That might help a bit. Looking really busy was her main line of defense though.
 
Sarina kept her gaze on the screen and her hands busy on the keyboard to discourage anyone from asking her if Solider Sam had cooked her breakfast or made any other lovely gesture.

The onslaught began just before 10AM. A huge bunch of roses arrived for one of the women. Sarina noticed the glowing look on the woman’s face as she read the lovely note attached to her bouquet.
 
More gifts arrived during the day. Chocolates costing twice the regular price because they were in a heart shaped box, Extravagant  cards and Teddy Bears and Flowers,
 
Why did all the presents have to be sent to the office?, Sarina complained. It was as though everyone had to prove something to the world, not show their love to one special person.

The real frustrations Sarina was starting to feel didn’t kick into high gear until lunchtime.

By then everyone who was likely to receive such a thing had their flowers, cards or chocolates. A bunch of women had been taken out to lunch and another had left to meet her fiancé as they were off to the Canary Islands for a couple weeks
 
Conversation then turned to plans for the evening.
 
Most of the women seemed to have arrangements for a meal out. Soldier Sam and Sarina didn’t go to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day. Soldier Sam always said everywhere was always so crowded that the atmosphere was hardly romantic.

One woman had plans Sarina approved of. “We’re going to an Laker Game. We both like Hoops so he thought it was a good idea. That’s pretty romantic, don’t you think?”

Sarina and some others agreed.

“And we’ll grab a takeaway and bottle of wine on the way home.”

That sounded rather nice to Sarina but it was clear one or two others felt that unless the gesture was expensive, it didn’t really count no matter how much thought went into it.

“So, what are you doing, Sarina?”

“We’ll have a meal in“, Sarina tried to sound Upbeat.

“Which you’ll have to cook, I suppose.”

Sarina was planning to cook, but a Frozen Pizza wasn’t her idea of a Good Valentines Day.

“I insist on being taken somewhere luxurious for any special occasions and being given a nice piece of Shiny,” Sarina was told. “You really should get that man of yours trained.”

Sarina and Soldier Sam’s relationship was a true partnership. Special occasions were a reason to celebrate together, not for one to spend money on the other. Any spare cash they had went towards paying for the house, not on Shiny Things.
 
Sarina didn’t really expect Shiny Things, but there was one piece Sarina would very much like to have. Still, she didn’t expect it. She knew Solider Sam loved her and hadn’t they proved their commitment to each other already?
 
As Sarina left work that evening, the maintenance guy was hanging around the Lobby. Sarina smiled at him and his face seemed to explode into a grin.
 
“Whatcha doing for V day, Sarina?”
 
“I don‘t really even think Valantine‘s Day is a Big Deal“ Sarina replied “ I mean, come on. The clichés are ridiculous. Candy. Flowers. Who Cares?
 
The maintenance guy laughed. “You’re such a cynic. You’re not even going to dinner?”
 
“I’m  planning to go home and put a Frozen Pizza in. Not even with Toppings. Just the Cheese kind.
 
“You got a delivery, Sarina..”
 
Sarina smiled. Soldier Sam wasn’t so bad. He wouldn’t let the whole day pass without something. That was just the type of guy he was, and another reason she loved him.
 
It wasn’t your typical roses, it was a vanilla envelope with her name scrawled in calligraphy instead. Curious, Sarina slit it open and pulled out a single sheet of paper.
 
“Go outside” it read.
 
Sarina looked up suprised. “It says to go outside.”
 
So Sarina went outside. out the door. A Taxi with a Big Heart Shaped “S” was waiting at the curb. The driver stepped forward and opened the door. “Sarina? Someone is expecting you.”
 
What was going on? Sarina slid into the back seat and the Taxi pulled away from the curb.
 
Oh, Man, Sarina hoped Soldier Sam  hadn’t spent a ton of money doing something fancy for her. Sure, sometimes she liked dressing up and hitting the town with her friends, but since she was with Soldier Sam, she was thrilled just for a night out at Burger King.
 
The taxi cab drove all over town. The driver was telling stupid jokes to get Sarina’s attention. Sarina waited until her patience reached a limit and asked him to pull over at the corner,
 
Nope the taxi drive replied. I have specific instructions on where to let you off.
 
“There’s a pint of cheap bourbon under the seat there. Make yourself comfortable. We aren’t there yet.
 
Sarina did and it took the edge off a little bit.
 
A short time later, Sarina asked if he  had any more bourbon and he said he did.
 
So Sarina just decided she would roll with it as long as there was something to drink.
 
It didn’t matter, Sarina Decided. Solider Sam was going to do what he was going to do  and she would have to just live with it.
 
Finally, the Taxi pulled up to the curb in front of an abandoned warehouse.
 
Sarina was like WTF but she trusted Solider Sam.
 
Stopping in front of the Main Entrance, the driver handed her another envelope.
 
Sarina opened it.
 
“Go through the partially shuttered doors, make a right, and follow the hallway.“ it said.
 
Sarina followed the instructions, wondering why her heart was beating so fast. Another piece of paper was taped to the Door at the end of the Hallway.
 
“Enter” it read.
 
Sarina did.
 
And froze.
 
Cupid’s Office  was covered in darkness, but the moment Sarina opened the door lights flashed on as Bright as the Sun on a Bronx Summer Afternoon.
 
Sarina had never been so Shocked.
 
It was a massive replica of Yankee Stadium built entirely with Legos as big as a House!!
 
Suddenly, Solider Sam appeared.
 
“What are you doing?” Sarina asked.
 
He smiled and handed her a Drink in a Tall Plastic Cup just like they sell at Yankee Stadium.
 
“I figured you’d be disappointed with all the usual Valentine’s Day Stuff. So I thought it would be fun to build this for you. Bet you never expected that!
 
Surprise rocketed through Sarina. Solider Sam knew her so well,
 
She reached out and took his hand.
 
Solider Sam led her to a Pair of Bleacher Seats from the Old Yankee Stadium.
 
Sarina sat next to him. Her Favorite R&B Classics started playing from Speakers the Second she sat down.
 
The Lego Yankee Stadium shone bright, as bright as comets exploding and they just took it all in for a Moment.
 
Finally, Solider Sam handed her a pack of M&Ms and a Valentine’s Day Card.
 
“You’re all I got, Sarina.”
 
“Oh, what’s this?” Sarina wondered.
 
“Can I open it?, Sarina Asked.
 
“Sure Sarina, of course,” Solider Sam said. “I Love you Hot Stuff. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
 
Sarina poured out some M&Ms into her hand and said, “Oh, that’s so sweet.”
 
“You’re the best, Sarina..”Soldier Sam said in the Best way he knew how.
 
“Thank you, Darlin‘,” Sarina Replied.
 
“ Look, I wrote `“I Love You just every bit as much you Love Yankee Stadium.”
 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Solider Sam,, Sarina said.
 
“I’m not going to give up on Valentine just yet, Sarina. “You know I’ll win.”
 
Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
 
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
 
You're a member of a Starship crew that is lost in space following the Explosion of the Sun, destroying Earth. During that time, Rams Fans were aboard and dreaming of another chance to see a Football Game on a new planet..
But as the Rams Fans start to lose hope of ever finding a home and a better future, passengers become destructive. Rams Fans regularly participate in their own football games for entertainment and man the virtual reality stations to get their Rams fix in and escape their reality.
Your Guidance of the Starship has been smooth, and all members of the crew simply sit and stare at the ship windows, equipped with non-stop highlight reels from all the football exploits experience in Rams Stadium during its entire existence on earth. Even with the capacity to look out into outer space with its stars and comets and brilliant asteroids, everyone was fixed on the Rams Content.
As the Starship's captain, can you keep your passengers on the right path and find a planet suitable for hosting Rams Games before your ship descends into madness? Soldier Sam is aboard, and you have survived because of an advanced tractor beam contained on the ship.
You want to find out if there was any possibility your ship would reach the new planet anytime soon and no way of knowing what you are facing––you take Soldier Sam’s hand and open the airlock.
Soldier Sam and his cohorts have made some wings of the massive ship into raucous battle zones. His plan is to seal off all those loyal to the Rams team and open the airlock, leaving them all in space. You have seen Solider Sam act up like this before, and when you discover the 35th Wing is planning to engage, to take supplies with them, and to make a desperate sprint to a far away galaxy, it is up to you to stop him.
Another oscillation wave passed. Sarina and Soldier Sam jerked and squeaked at the end of their harnesses. Soldier Sam held on tight. On the monitors, Rams Mascot’s video signal went in and about.
 
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
“The crew can’t get out if we leave,” Sarina said. “The doors are locked. We have to override and set them to manual. Or else we will have major problems/”
“Somebody’s going to have to stay and manage the doors, if they’re on manual,” Soldier Sam had a plan.
“Us,” Sarina said. “We’re staying. We’ll evac back to the shuttle once the crew is in the pods.”
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina and she looked at him.
“We are going to have a tough time here, if we stay.” Soldier Sam said what Sarina was  thinking. Sarina didn’t speak angrily. She spoke as if she were making sure all the Rams Fans knew the risks.
“Doors are down between us and the shuttle, too. They’re all down.” Soldier Sam observed.
“I’ll stay,” Sarina said.
A wash of Orange lit Sarina’s panel, and the main support alert light over the monitors went Orange. “Pressure is dropping throughout the hull,” Sarina reported. “We’re springing leaks all over the place.”
“Sectors 3 and 4 just blew,” Soldier Sam said. That was Sarina and Soldier Sam’s route back to the shuttle. Decision made for us: we couldn’t leave.
Sarina knew how to do this. She had done it over and over again in the simulator. This is just a drill? “Override Sector 8, 9, and 10. Soldier Sam, take control. Switch the decompression doors to manual override in all sectors.”
.Sarina’s plan was to open and close them in sequence to act as a series of airlocks.”
“Air’s gonna get thin,” Soldier Sam said..
“Better than no air at all. Soldier Sam, do you have comms with the crew yet?” Sarina’s hands had stopped shaking, but here muscles were squeezed tight.
“Affirmative,” Soldier Sam said. “I can broadcast, at least. I’ve got the loudspeakers.”
“Tell the crew to gather and, once we pop the doors, to get out.” Sarina decided.
Another oscillation wave hit. It seemed worse than the previous one, somehow. Another cable was going to detether any second.
Sarina took the edge of the console and snarled, “How in this busted universe is it getting worse?”
“Ouch!,” Soldier said. Then, “OK, they’re through the first door.”
 
 
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football””
 
 
“I’m on Planet NASHIRA! “Check it out, Sarina!” 
 
Planet experiences dust storms, which can turn into what resembles small tornadoes. Larger dust storms occur when the dust is blown into the atmosphere and heats up from the Sun.
 
“Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
Sarina’s Partner, Soldier Sam, stood in front of the controls talking to Rams Mascot. He was just a Legend to Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam’s position in the Starship would be up soon and he had begun to have that difficult feeling of those who live always on the edge of existence.
 
'Stuck here on this Starship with you, Sarina,' Soldier Sam complained. 'That's the only option I have.'
 
'How do you live?' asked Sarina--without too much show of interest.
 
'I don't live. The days go by, the weeks go by. But who cares? Who cares--after all these years.'
 
'You had a good time in your day, Soldier Sam' Rams Mascot reminded him.
 
Soldier Sam looked after an accounting firm back on earth.
 
'Sure,' Soldier Sam admitted, 'I had a great business. All anybody could want.'
 
'You mean that business that Sarina set up with the Rams?' asked Rams Mascot.
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Solider Sam looked quickly at Sarina, punching away at the controls.
 
 
'No. I didn't say that was one. But I've had plenty of the Rams Fans Crew feeding out of my pocket. Not now though--a man my age is not considered a Brilliant Prospect.'
 
'But you've got Sarina,' said Rams Mascot. 'Look Soldier Sam, I'll give you a tip”
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
During landing it’s like when you’re on a roller coaster and it stops really fast.
 
 
 
 
PLANET X ADVENTURE
 
 
 
 
Wow! Sarina just won Scuba Diver of the Year. And the Prize was an adventure to fly a helicopter out to a Navy Ship to go Scuba Diving on Valentines Day! As you can see she is absolutely Thrilled.
 
As the first rays of sunlight appeared in the east on Valentines Day, Sarina got up, put her shoes on & started to go to work doing her hair. She was surprised to see Soldier Sam already had all the bags packed for their adventure. She had completely forgotten it was Valentines Day until she had her first cup of coffee.
 
“I‘m super excited to go Scuba Diving Today!” Sarina was smiling even though she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep and the alarm clock had surprised her.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam do something special every Valentines Day.. Today was no exception. Sarina cannot find her sunglasses. Sarina always loses things. The sunglasses are not on the Kitchen counter. They are not in her room either, either.
 
Sarina ran upstairs and put on some new clothes that she had saved for today over her swimsuit. It was a Rockin’ Outfit and Soldier Sam admired Sarina’s selections from her closet.
.
Sarina gets dressed. She is almost ready. She just needs her sunglasses. She thinks maybe they are on the table by the door. Or maybe they are in the Trophy Room. They could also be in her purse. Sarina is exasperated.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were so excited they were going on a scuba diving adventure! And that she would get to pilot a helicopter for the first time to get to the ship.
 
They had decided to go out and grab a meal at Burger Palace on their way out of town.
 
Sarina grabbed her keys
.
"What a pretty day!" said Soldier Sam.
 
“This is going to be an awesome Valentines Day Adventure!” Sarina was excited.
 
“I’m excited too” Soldier Sam laughed.
 
Soldier Sam puts the bags in the Back of the Jeep. He checks to make sure everything is there . Yogi, their dog, jumps in the backseat. That puppy sure loves adventures!
Soldier Sam is ready to leave. Where is Sarina? She knows he likes to arrive at Burger Palace before the Lunch crowds.
 
The Valentines Day weather outside was just perfect, a light breeze and the small patches of fog that hovered close to the ground soon disappeared with the rising of the sun.
 
This was going to be a very special day for Soldier Sam since he had not even seen Sarina during the week since she was off flying God-knows-where on her assignments.
 
Every morning before work Soldier Sam would Call Sarina and they would pass the time talking as they each made up their Breakfast. Over the course of the last week Sarina and Soldier Sam had talked about a lot, but there was still a lot of ground to cover.
 
Each day they grew closer together and when they had talked last during the week Soldier Sam had asked Sarina if she has heard about the results of the Valentines Day Contest.
 
Sarina told Soldier Sam that she did and she won the Grand Prize so he seized the opportunity and asked her to be his Valentine for the Big Day.. She said that she would love to and offered some suggestions to make their Valentines Day Extra Special.
 
Back at the house on the day of the trip, Soldier Sam was starting to grow impatient to get the Show on the road. Sarina is always late!
 
Sarina searches for her sunglasses. She cannot find them, and she knows Soldier Sam is waiting. She always hears about it when she is late! She grabs her purse and locks the door.
 
"You are late," Soldier Sam says as she gets in the Jeep. Sarina tells Solider Sam that she could not find her sunglasses.
 
Solider Sam looks at her and laughs! He flips down the sun visor so Sarina can see herself in the mirror. Sarina looks in the mirror and laughs too. Her sunglasses are on top of her head. They were there the whole time!
 
"It is always in the last place that you look," Sarina Laughed.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam fastened their seatbelts. A sudden roar echoed across the Neighbourhood as Sarina started the engines. She made a quick but thorough check of the instruments. Minutes later, they were rapidly cruising toward their Lunch destination.
 
“We should get there with plenty of time to spare”, Soldier Sam assures her.
Sarina scooped up her Smart Phone when it suddenly activated. “This is the Chief  Valentines Day Adventure Coordinator, Ma’am. Your helicopter is all ready to go
 
“Roger.” Sarina replied. “We’re on our way!”
 
Soldier Sam says “What would you Like to Do on Your Valentines Adventure that would make it extra special, Sarina?”
 
“I have been thinking about it all Week!”, Sarina said with unbounded Excitement.
And Solider Sam knew Exactly what he wanted to do with Sarina all day long. It would be Magical”
 
Solider Sam already had it all Figured out because her had been planning ahead for the Valentines Day Adventure ever since he found out Sarina had won the Prize.
 
Solider Sam spilled the Beans and told her he had brought along a Blockbuster Coupon that would make the Event extra memorable.
 
“Great! I can’t wait to Start having so much Fun  Valentines Day Activities with you, Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
They got seated at Burger Palace right when they walked in the Door. Sarina was eating her second bowl of salad with a ridiculous amount of croutons & absolutely soaked with Thousand Island dressing twirling her fork when all of a sudden she was displeased by loud munching noises in front of her. It was Soldier Sam, of course. He was eating, with no shame, a bundle of warm bread buns.
 
"Stop eating all the bread," Sarina demanded. Solider Sam had a mouth full of bread buns. "Ugh, I swear pigs eat with more Grace than you," she added. He smiled back. He finished chewing with his mouth full, knowing how much it bugs her.
 
Within minutes the waitress came and delivered his food and placed it on the table. Solider Sam was full of anticipation. Then he spoke. "I am so very happy I got to see you again, I really missed you. You want some ketchup & mustard all over you, Right?" She paused, rolled her eyes towards him.
 
"You are important to me," he added sincerely. "And you are so beautiful, you smell so good I can't wait to get my Munchin' On..."She did not know how to react, no one had never ever said something like that right to her face on Valentines Day.
 
Sarina replied "That is really sweet, but what the hell are you talking about?" She asked incredulous with a deeper confused look. "Look at me" she commanded, snapping her fingers. But he continued stuffing his face without the response she wanted.
 
Solider Sam held his huge burger right up to his face & took a long pause for dramatic effect. "My stomach is so so empty without you. Nothing will ever, ever come between us.You mean everything to Me. That's for Fucking Sure. I can't wait to order you again from Burger Palace next time."
 
After eating, they make quick progress to the airfield & made a final check on the weather. The forecaster on the radio came on as soon as they got on the Interstate and reported that it would be “Ceiling & Visibility Unlimited” for at least another 48 hours.
“The Ship’s all ready to fly,” said the Coordinator when her called Sarina again. The mechanics had done their job well in preparation for their mission & the Adventure Coordinator greeted them as they arrived.
 
Choosing the right Scuba diving centre is always very important & just might change your perspective on Life. Solider Sam had done a lot of research to find out just how unique the Adventure would be so they can share in something that the entire world can't Replicate & have fun with the best possible scuba diving experience.
 
The day would indeed turn into an adventure for Sarina! Days like these are great for our business interests because Sarina comes in  to grace us with her presence” the owner of the Scuba Diving Center told his Staff
 
Sarina was bouncing off the walls as her Valentines Day Adventure drew closer and closer.
 
“I can fly the helicopter out to the ship for the first time and experience unmatched fun!" exclaimed Sarina.
 
Sarina has a Special Valentines Day Present coming soon. What in the World could it be?
When Sarina had been notified that she won the Grand Prize in the contest, the message said “Sarina, you have a BIG Valentines Day Present coming.”
 
“What could it be” Sarina wondered.
 
Then the moment finally came. “Come and See you Special Valentines Day Present Surprise, Sarina!”
 
It is the Best Present Ever!” Sarina could not believe it when he saw the coupon for 50% off everything in the Store.
 
Sarina Smiles and Smiles and the Smiles would just not disappear as Sarina started to look around.
 
Here is a Valentines Day selection for scuba diving Lovers, Soldier Sam explained. I’m sure this will make any scuba diver happy!
 
“I want a  Waterproof dry bag!” Sarina started out her buying Spree.
 
I ‘ll never have to pack again without it now. Since I never exactly know which dive conditions I’ll have, this dry bag has become my best friend. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to board a very comfortable boat with a dry area, but sometimes it is just a zodiac boat with zero dry zone. Sometimes I can board the boat from the jetty but sometimes I  have to walk in water to go onboard. With waterproof bag, I can take my wallet and phone without worrying a second about them getting wet. I also put inside my accessories for my camera such as my spare batteries!
 
“ I want  a Fins Hot Shot Aqua Lung!” Sarina had made her second selection.
 
When I traveled abroad to go scuba diving and had to rent the fins, I usually end up with bulky, unattractive & cramp-giving fins! This is why I want the fins as one of the very first pieces of equipment I can buy with the coupon. I had 2 other pairs before and the huge advantage of these ones is their compact size: they fit in a normal suitcase! They are also very light, making them your best friend. These adjustable fins can be used with or without booties, and the strap at the back make them easy to put on. Since they are shorter, they are very efficient fins. Thanks to their shape, they also perform well with frog-kick. A great gift for a reasonable price.

“I want a Power Shot Camera!” Sarina continued.
 
I want a cost-effective solution for scuba diving because I want to start underwater photography to bring back colourful underwater memories from my Valentines Adventure. I want a waterproof and shockproof. model, not bulky or expensive The perfect point-and-shoot compact camera is what I want to have in my pocket.
 
“There’s the helicopter, Sarina. You can buy more stuff when your get back. Get ready!”
 
Soldier Sam handed Sarina an aeronautical chart. Spreading it out, Sarina carefully examined the surrounding terrain. “Here we go”, she decided. Hopefully the weather will cooperate.”
 
Soldier Sam was very confident in Sarina‘s abilities, even though this was her first flight.
 
They took off and soon the wind whistled against the wings. “Hang on!” Sarina shouted as she pulled the throttle closed & applied aileron & rudder control. Sarina worked hard to level the aircraft, eased back slowly on the wheel, and they were pressed down into their seats.
 
Sarina got the aircraft back to straight & level—but with not much altitude to spare. She increased power and the plane climbed higher. For a moment neither of them spoke.
“Whew. Goodness Gracious!” Sarina finally exclaimed as she looked in the mirror at her hair to make sure it hadn’t fallen out of place during the Wild Ride.
 
Soldier Sam was relieved too. “I can’t say I’m much for this kind of manoeuvre. “ he admitted.
 
Sarina had made her decision. “We are going to land on the Ship now!”
 
Since Sarina already had a few dives under her belt, she is really getting the hang of this diving thing. Dare we say, Sarina been bitten by the diving bug? She had  broken through from beginner to experienced, and had simple trick to make each dive extra special. Sarina always used an up-to-date diving logbook!
 
How can keeping a logbook can help you be a better diver?
 
Always know how much weight you need.
 
Sure, Sarina had to ask for help calculating her weight the first couple of times she had dived, but by now she had become much more self-reliant. A record of the amount of weight she needs with various combinations of gear saves time and helps her to  pinpoint the right amount of weight and improve buoyancy. Nailing her buoyancy was one of her first milestone to reach on her path to becoming a better diver.
 
Write down equipment needs and repair notes
 
If Sarina every forgets her snorkel keeper, she uses her logbook to write a reminder. She also makes a note of needed repairs after a dive while it’s at the top of her mind. Good divers have a well-stocked equipment bag and well-maintained equipment.
 
Record your milestones
 
Some dive locations and advanced dive courses require a certain amount of logged dives. Sarina had never wanted to limit herself due to lack of experience. She always records dives in her logbook because you might need proof later.
 
An up-to-date logbook is a present to your future self. The days you spend diving can be the happiest days of your life. Take the time to write down your adventures, keep track of the lessons learned, and improve on what you did last time because this will give you inspiration to pack your dive bag and inspire another trip.
 
After landing safely on the pod,  Big Boat put to sea. Sarina was so excited to be free once more seeking fun & adventure.
 
And fun and adventure Sarina found. Sarina was having so much fun she knew that in the future she wanted to make many more joyous deployments with Soldier Sam on the ship, sharing the wonder of the whole wide world.
 
Sarina and Solider Sam were so very happy together and grew very strong.
 
Sarina had found herself over herself  head over heels in another adventure with Solider Sam. The fun would never Stop!
 
Monster waves stomped the sea as Sarina made entry into the water!
 
Things like that happen in adventures.
 
As the calming colours chased away the clouds, this adventure was getting more and more fun for Sarina.
 
The water was the perfect home for Sarina’s Valentines Day Adventure. It is full of life and love and  Sarina was so Happy she got to spend the Valentines Day on the Beautiful Sea.
 
Sarina had found a place so very different from the elements of the City and the Ocean was so very different inside.
 
"It is pretty awesome! The ocean is a splash-filled retreat” explains Sarina, as she raced to the extreme depths of the Amazing Underwater Playground. It offered Sarina a rare chance to be totally free of Traffic in the City and other daily hassles!
 
Sarina loved her new Orange Scuba Tank since that is the colour of her favourite College Basketball Team. Sarina really wanted Syracuse make it to the Big Dance so she could spend time with Soldier Sam watching all the Action during the March Madness Tournament. Or even the NIT tournament if it means more Syracuse Basketball " says Sarina.
 
"I love spending time at the depths of the ocean so I can see everything I am capable of doing" added Sarina..
 
Sarina was such a Water Warrior and had proven beyond doubt that you can stay entertained and active on Valentines Day, no matter what!
 
"Especially when you are locked up in in the City all week you have to get your energy out somehow and this is the perfect place to come do it" laughed Sarina.
 
Sarina wears a High-Tech Mask when she is diving in the water. She can take pictures of all the beautiful coral reefs, fish & sharks in the Ocean and has the safest air tank in the World  when she goes underwater.
 
Sarina thinks this is all an Incredible Joyride & likes to tell her friends about her underwater adventures when she goes back to all the fun parties that everyone is so glad she is a part of.
 
Sarina loves having the time and freedom to spend all Valentines Day moving the  Flippers on her feet so she can get around easily when she dives in the water.
 
As she was slicing through the water Sarina saw a Sting Ray up close. It was Big. It was Grey. It swam up very quickly coming very close to Sarina!
 
Sarina did not stick around for long to take pictures of the Sting Ray. She swam away really Fast. The sting ray nearly scared the wits out of her.
 
And we all know that one must keep their wits about them while scuba diving!
 
After Sarina had all the Scuba Diving fun someone could possibly pack into Valentines Day, she returned to the Ship.
 
“Thanks for such a Fun and Exciting Valentines Day, Soldier Sam! It was the Best Ever!”
 
Sarina was all ready Scuba Dive all over again, just as soon as the next opportunity on the Horizon.
 
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
 
The Starship started to move again, this time with more speed. The speed kept on increasing and when it was in the middle of the runway, the Starship started to climb up and was off the ground.
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam are on Boat Destined to Arrive at Magic Island in Time for Sarina’s Birthday Party!! But the Trip does have it’s Difficulties.
 
 
 
A night on the sea in an open boat is a long night. As darkness settled finally, the shine of the light, lifting from the sea in the south, changed to full gold.
 
On the northern horizon a new light appeared, a small bluish gleam on the edge of the waters. These two lights were the furniture of the world. Otherwise there was nothing but waves.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam huddled in the stern, and distances were so magnificent in the dingey that Sarina was enabled to keep her feet partly warmed by thrusting them under Soldier Sam‘s.
 
Sometimes, despite the efforts of the tired Soldier Sam rowing the oars,, a wave came piling into the boat, an icy wave of the night, and the chilling water soaked them anew.
 
Sarina’s plan was to twist her body for a moment and sleep the knocked out sleep once more, while the water in the boat gurgled about them as the craft rocked.
 
The plan of Soldier Sam was for one to row until he lost the ability, and then arouse the Sarina from his sea-water couch in the bottom of the boat.
 
Soldier Sam plied the oars until his head drooped forward, and the overpowering sleep blinded him. And he rowed yet afterward. Then he touched Sarina in the bottom of the boat, and called her name.
 
"Will you spell me for a little while?" he said, quietly
.
There was no answer so Soldier Sam started dragging himself up to a strong sitting position. And was going to be the workhorse for the night. He would do anything for Sarina. Only bounded by her imagination
 
Sarina was cuddling down in the sea-water at Soldier Sam’s side, and seemed to go to sleep instantly.
 
“What a Glorious thing to see!! Soldier Sam wanted to shout to all the oceans how much he Loves Sarina!. But he kept these emotions to himself and just started to come up with a good plan so his behavior woudn’t disrupt Sarina’s Big Birthday Celebration.
 
“Sarina will be rested in the morning so hopefully her positive Spirit will miraculously carry us to shore so the Fiesta can get on it’s feet!!, Soldier was sure she could do it.
 
Sarina is like Superwoman to Soldier Sam,. Like a strong ray of sunlight shining through tough day after tough day…
 

Soldier Sam began searching around the approaches to the moon where they found the trap tunnel door where the adversary was taken away.
 
Sarina knew that this must be some sort of access point and began to dig around on the controls.
 
Soldier Sam dug and searched all around for a key that would work, but no luck. Until suddenly as Sarina dug around the control room, she made a hit when she looked at the adjacent bunker.
 
 
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
Solider Sam was running along the Beach, trying desperately to figure out where the Fireworks Show was going to take place that night. It was July 4th.
 
 
As soon as he got to the first road he could see, a Great Truck was rolling down the road.
 
Soldier Sam recognized the unforgettable sight of Sarina. The Truck rolled toward Solider Sam and he ran in front of it.
 
Sarina slowed the Truck down. Soldier Sam held up his hand and the Truck halted. Sarina leaned out the window.
 
'Is there no other patrol here?' Sarina asked of Soldier Sam.
 
'No, Sarina,' said Soldier Sam quickly. 'There should be. I'm Soldier Sam, just another guy trying to make it from the Beach to the Fireworks Show Tonight. Could you give me a lift down the road?'
 
It was unprecedented--it was asking for an act of grace, but Soldier Sam’s need for the Fireworks Show that night was great.
 
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam closely.
 
'Oh yes, I remember you,' Sarina said. 'Get in.'
 
 
Soldier Sam considered this and concluded Sarina probably meant for him to get up in the back of the Truck.
 
But Soldier Sam was feeling bold and wanted to talk to Sarina so compromised by opening the front door.
 
Sarina was one of the biggest Stars the operation had ever seen.. She did not occupy herself with a simple patrol like this much anymore.
 
Sarina spent most of her time rocking from coast to coast on fast planes, merging and launching, launching and merging, but sometimes she enjoyed a break by going on the beach road patrols.
 
'Some day, these full operations stranding someone like you on the beach might become a problem, Sarina suggested.
 
“Yes, Sarina' agreed Soldier Sam heartily, 'Sarina--'
 
'Sarina cut him off. They ought to have a frequent patrol out  there.'
 
'Yes. Sarina. Sarina--'
 
'Hm-m-m!' said Sarina. 'Where do you want to be dropped?'
 
Solider Sam geared himself to work fast.
 
'Sarina, when I was just a simple recruit--'
 
'I know,' said Sarina. 'You just wanted a Job.'
 
“But, Sarina now I don't want anything at all. Soldier Sam said in all honesty.
 
'But it would sure be a miracle to get to see the Fireworks Tonight.' Soldier Sam admitted.
 
Sarina wasn’t planing on going directly to the Fireworks Show. Instead she drove swiftly up the main street to the Area where more Troops had probably found themselves.
 
In front of the next administration building Sarina stopped on the pretext that the engine was missing, and almost in no time a small but definitely interested crowd began to gather.
 
'Where are we going?' asked Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina drove on up the road. Ahead of them a small company group was walking--one of them, turning, saw the Truck and drew the attention of the others to it.
 
Whereupon the senior member of the party threw up his arms in what appeared to be a gesture to get Sarina’s attention, and walked toward the Truck as it approached.
 
Sarina came to a stop. An excited leader ran up and put his head in the Truck window.
 
'Sarina, our company has just been though an Exercise Can we use your radio to advise the other groups?'
 
“What exactly Happened?” Sarina asked.
 
We ditched our post & started running, totally losing sense of direction. We were being chased. We narrowly missed being hit. Fresh Reinforcements were on the way. Once we had achieved some separation, we slowed out pace. We saw our boss conferring with staff, so we stuck around to see if we could learn anything. We discovered others had held the line & there was no need to retreat after all.
 
 
Well, despite being through a lot, it seems you are in a less precarious status now, right? Sarina asked.
 
The group nodded in the affirmative.
 
So Sarina and Solidier Sam headed out again to the Fireworks Show. It was a long ride ahead.
 
Soldier Sam had never been in a Truck before, and had no concept for how they work as far as mechanics goes.
 
 
Many Leaders like Sarina describe the essence of how things are supposed to work to increase understanding among subordinates like Soldier Sam.
 
And Soldier Sam was about to find out much, much more about Trucks. More that he would have ever wanted to know, in fact.
 
“Well, we have been through a number of things over much time that were were a great deal like ultimate disasters,” began Sarina.
 
I remember in particular some of the repercussions of an old Truck we had that wouldn't go unless you pushed it for quite a way and suddenly let your clutch out. Once, we had been able to start the engine easily by cranking it, but we had had the Truck for so long, like I said,  it wouldn't go unless you pushed it and let your clutch out.
 
Of course, it took much more than me to do this; it took sometimes as many as a dozen of us, depending on the grade of the roadway and conditions underfoot. The Truck was unusual in that the clutch and brake were on the same pedal, making it quite easy to stall the engine after it got started, so that the car would have to be pushed again.
 
Soldier Sam was trying to understand, but just couldn’t stop anticipating the Fireworks Show. It was all he could pay attention to.
 
Sarina went on explaining to Soldier Sam why she had never liked those old Trucks, even when it was good, so that explained her suspicion of all the older Trucks that haven’t been maintained properly.
 
Soldier Sam knew that in the future, he would be required to identify everything in the entire fleet that came into the Maintenance Operations to be upgraded: Hornets, Super Hornets, F-35s, CH-53Ks coming on line, Apaches and F-16s in the other Services.. The list went on and on... Soldier Sam could never remember.
 
The only Truck Soldier Sam was really interested in was the one they were riding in at the moment, for it needed to hold together to get to the Fireworks Show Grounds, now rapidly approaching.
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam jumped out of the Truck to get a good view of what was sure to be a Fantastic Display just as the MC started shouting through a megaphone to prepare everyone to the action ahead., "GET READY! GET READ-Y!!” he was yelling, "THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START!"
 
The theatre was in absolute darkness before there were rumblings of thunder and flashes of lightning offstage.
 
Fireworks Shot in to the Air.
 
Neither Sarina or Soldier Sam, or anyone else that was there would ever be able to completely get over the Incredible Display, one that Soldier Sam planned on fully considering on the right home. But at the moment, he just wanted to React.
 
“This is defiant and brilliant!” Soldier Sam started to put in his Two Cents.
 
“Damn Yes! Hard Core!”, exclaimed Soldier Sam.
 
“And that's how you do that!! added Soldier Sam I can't think of any better way to say what I don't want to say.”
 
“I know you think things too, Soldier Sam” said Sarina. You just don't like to get in other people's business.”
 
“So do you want to know what I believe in or what? asked Soldier Sam.
 
“What Soldier Sam? Asked Sarina
 
 
No One has Values anymore” replied Soldier Sam.
 
“Everyone has Values, Soldier Sam. But they are not always the same. Sarina responded.
 
“Cause...'Merica!! Soldier Sam replied.
 
No one has ever come anywhere close to telling my story. Thank you, Sarina. No one could have said it better.
 
"There is Nothing America Can Not Do. It just needs to do what is right" Sarina said
 
"I'm the American Pitbull you want, Sarina. Soldier Sam was being sincere “ It's all I want to be. So make a move on me!”
 
 
Hours later, the Fireworks Show finally ended and everyone had to get back to what they were doing before the Show that night. Sarina and Soldier Sam, each in their own times, had never known a July 4th moment such as this.
 
But to get back to the Truck, Sarina and Soldier Sam climbed back in to get back to the Beach for another Round.
 
Sarina wanted to talk more about the Truck, and Solider Sam was glad for the opportunity to express how much Sarina and the Fireworks showed extreme parallels to Beauty. Soldier Sam was trying to imagine the Ultimate Beauty that would be on display if Sarina herself was a Fireworks Show.
 
Sarina still had a few words of instruction for Soldier Sam. Solider Sam Loved to hear Sarina talk, even if he could not follow the substance of it.
 
One of my happiest memories of This Truck was when my Boss at the time replaced the real deal by getting together a great many news clipping articles from his office, placing them in a square of canvas, and swung this under the Truck with a string attached to it so the canvas would give way and the steel and tin things would clatter to the street.
 
This was a little scheme to frighten my company group, who had always expected the Truck might explode. It worked perfectly. That was over a decade ago, but it is one of the few things in my life I would like to live over again if I could. I don't suppose that I can, now.
 
"Stop the car!" I had shouted, recollected Sarina "But it couldn’t. The engine fell out." "God Almighty!" we all knew what that meant, or knew what it sounded as if it might mean.
 
Time was all mixed up  in Soldier Sam’s Brain. He didn’t understand anything about how Trucks worked. He was still trying to put together an explanation in words for the Fireworks that night. How they had been so Beautiful, just like Sarina. Soldier Sam was trying to put that into words.
 
All Soldier Sam could contribute to the conversation for instance, he thought--or, rather, knew--that it was dangerous to drive a Truck without gasoline: it fried the valves, or something.
 
"Now don't you dare drive all over town without gasoline!" Soldier Sam suggested to Sarina as they started off onto another road. Gasoline, oil, and water were much the same to Soldier Sam, a fact that made matters both confusing and perilous.
 
Soldier Sam could only suppose that Planes, Trains, Trucks and Aircraft. Even Ships, were propelled by some newfangled and untested apparatus which was likely to let go at any minute, making us all taste trouble.
 
Sarina knew that eventually, everything in the fleet would be replaced in the final assessments. We had parked it too far from the curb on a street with a car line. It was late at night and the street was dark. The first streetcar that came along couldn't get by. It picked up the Truck and drubbed it losing its hold now and then but catching a new grip a second later.
 
Tires booped and whooshed, the fenders queeled and graked, the steering-wheel rose up like a spectre and disappeared in the direction of the Long Blue Road whistling sound, bolts and gadgets flew like sparks.
 
Soldier Sam knew that Trucks, Aircraft and the like he never remembered would still be going on every July 4th forever, God Willing We Get Our Act Together.
 
But all of Sarina’s talking about Sparks, Flight, Pops and Sparkles for the Fleet was giving Soldier Sam a notion of how he wanted to explain to Sarina just how Beautiful She Is.
 
Soldier Sam almost had his description of the Fireworks Show he wanted to let Sarina in on ready to go as they approached the Beach after a Long Day and Night.
 
"Tomorrow, this Truck will all fly to pieces, Soldier Sam”, Sarina told him, in graphic description of just how Lucky Soldier Sam had been that night.
 
“Sarina, Sarina!!” exclaimed Soldier Sam. “I finally Figured out how Beyond Beautiful Fireworks would be if they were like You!!”
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam rushed out of the door shooting adversaries with their ray guns left and right as they ran down the hall.
 
They opened the first door they could find and there, sitting on the landing pod was Rams Mascot. He smiled his biggest smile and ran up to greet them both.
 
“I didn’t think you guys were going to get here on time” Rams Mascot said.
 “Of course we would, Rams Mascot!” Sarina and Soldier Sam replied.
 
 
The officers concluded that, in this particular action, it would not be advisable to chase the targets along their path en route to the destination, since this would increase the chances of our flanking columns coming under attack. If the forces on the Mainland islands detected the aftermath of our exercises, they would either lie in wait for us or send out increased detachments of patrols. At this stage, only some of the officers could be tasked with the involved compass readings required for the next round of reconnaissance since the great majority of them had lost some perspective on the mission because of the cumulative effects of Mainland actions against the unit.
 
After several hours of careful maneuvering, we came up on a Mainland position that was convened in a concentrated group and the officers decided to approach them from behind. It was really too dangerous to stay in the area. The opposing forces were just coming off an action instigated by one of our flanking units and, having been surprised at that juncture, they would soon turn their attention to a comprehensive sweep to rout out any lingering threats. Another unit in our column decided it would be prudent to escort our unit to another position that would not present as dire a scenario. The officers had become consumed with the anticipation and concern that comes with a potential contact in such close quarters.
 
The chairman had communicated to the officers that we would not be staying in this position for any great length of time, and some of them were still arguing over the maps, drowning out the objectives of the chairman. Anticipating another sneak attack from the Mainland forces, the officers came back another time on our original bearing which could only mean one thing given the miscalculation the officers had sustained in reading the maps. It looked like we were for a minute lost so the chairman cut off his staff work and directed the unit to start circling to pin down the location of both the unit and the Mainland forces on the nearest island thinking that, despite the current predicament, this could be his lucky day.
 
His premonition was gratified when a Mainland patrol was spotted, and the officers said their hearts were beating strongly and their blood racing. Everything was suddenly bright as the sun and razor sharp. We turned sharply at the end of the strip and came back for yet another pass. Forward, down, observe and fire. Forward, down observe and fire. It was getting repetitive for the officers and it appeared that the second unit would soon have to come into the theatre for a quick relief effort. There was only enough space for the column to move single file into position, and the chairman was considering going against his better instincts thinking, to hell with the steps he learned during training.
 
 
The chairman devised a plan to clear through, follow on and fire. The flanking fleet had regrouped at the edge of the clearing, and the officers seemed satisfied that the job was done instead of going in pursuit. The chairman felt that the unit was just getting started and gaining momentum, so he told the officers to not relent and go after the Mainland forces without delay. The reconnaissance team had filtered through the communications and found the position of a supply depot, so the officers went about making it the recipient of a good shelling and got busy. It would prove to be a serious business and the stakes for Mainland relations with Oceana were higher than it might have seemed to the officers who were totally consumed with the minute to minute decisions that were critical to the success of the mission. Things were getting hot and the operation would last a couple of days.
 
 
During landing it’s like when you’re on a roller coaster and it stops really fast.
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
There was a great deal of preparation to be done before Rams Mascot declared the Team Lottery open at Rams Stadium. Sarina and Soldier Sam were both excited for the Big Day.
 
The night before the lottery, Rams Mascot and Soldier Sam made up the enveloped stuffed with slips of paper and put them in the Blue and Gold Box, and it was then taken to the safe of Ram’s Mascots and locked up until Rams Mascot was ready to take it to the Rams Stadium the next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent time in Sarina’s office several years and sometimes it was set in Soldier Sam’s Bourbon Cabinet and left there.
 
There were the lists to make up—of all the Rams Players. There was the proper swearing-in of Rams Mascot by Soldier Sam, as the official of the lottery. There was also, a ritual salute, which Soldier Sam had to use in addressing each player who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary just for Soldier Sam to speak to each person approaching.
 
Rams Mascot. with one hand resting on the painted Lotto Box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Soldier Sam and Sarina.
 
Just as Rams Mascot finally left off talking and turned to the assembled Rams Fans, Sarina disappeared and made her way to the sideline.
 
"Clean forgot what day it was, Sarina said to the Rams Coach, who stood next to her, and they both laughed. "Thought Soldier Sam was out back fixing his car,  Sarina went on. "and then I looked out the window and saw all the Fans Tailgating, and then I remembered it was Lottery Day and came a-running."
 
Sarina readied herself and Rams Coach  said, "You're got here  in time to help with the Lottery Box, though. Soldier Sam and Rams Mascot still talking away up there."
 
She took leave of the Rams Coach and began to make her way back to the 50 yard line. The Rams Players separated good-humoredly to let her through: a few players said. in voices just loud enough to be heard above the Crowd of Fans packed into the New Rams Stadium, "Here comes Sarina," she made it after all."
 
Sarina reached Soldier Sam and the Rams Mascot, who had been waiting for her to grab the Playbook from Rams Coach. said cheerfully greeted her. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Sarina, grinning.
 
"Well, now." Rams Mascot taking a drink of Bourbon, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"
 
"The O-Line." several people said. "None of them are here."
 
Rams Mascot consulted his list. "The O-Line" he said. "That's right. They are still Rehabing from last year? Who's drawing for him?"
 
"Me. I guess," Soldier Sam said. And Rams Mascot turned to look at him
 
“Soldier Sam draws for the O-Line" Rams Mascot said. "But doesn’t the O-Line have an agent to do it for them Soldier Sam?"
 
Although Rams Mascot and everyone else in the stadium that day knew the answer to that Important Question perfectly well, it was the business of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Rams Mascot waited with an expression of polite interest while Soldier Sam answered.
 
"They aren’t here, Soldier Sam regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for them this year."
 
"Right." Rams Mascot said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "is Sarina drawing this year?"
 
Of course I’m drawing this year, announced Sarina" Several voices in the crowd said things like "Good Luck, Sarina." and "Glad to see you’re going to do it."
 
"Well," Rams Mascot said, "guess that's everyone. Is Soldier Sam ready for action? Yep.
 
A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Rams Mascot cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names—and a representative from each group come up and take an envelope out of the box. Keep it unopened without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"
 
The Rams players had done it every year so only half listened to the directions: most of them were occupied,. not looking around.
 
Then Rams Mascot raised one hand high and said, "QB." A player disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Big Guy." Rams Mascot said. and QB returned the greeting They grinned at one another
 
Then QB reached into the Blue and Gold Box and took out a folded envelope. He held it firmly, as he turned and went hastily back to his place with the other players. where he stood, not looking down at his hand.
 
"RBs, WRs, TE." Rams Mascot said. "All you guys"
 
"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Sarina said to Soldier Sam. "Seems like we got through with the last one just a short time ago, but another year has passed."
 
"Time sure goes fast for you, Sarina.—Solder Sam said.
 
"D-Line?" announced Rams Mascot.
 
"There goes those guys." Sarina said. She held her words.
 
"DBs," Rams Mascot said, and the group went steadily to the box while someone in the crowd said. "Go on, guys," and another said, "There they go."
 
"We're next." LBs said, as they came around to the side of the box, greeted Rams Mascot and selected an envelope from the box. By now, all in front of the crowd there were Rams Players holding the envelopes in their hand. turning them over and over with anticipation.
 
Still on Stage, Sarina and Soldier Sam stood together, Sarina still steadying the Table.
 
And… “Sarina!!!” the Rams Mascot Yelled.
 
"Go ahead Sarina," Soldier Sam said. and the entire crowd cheered in delight as Sarina selected her envelope.
 
"They do say," Sarina said to Soldier Sam, who stood next to her, "that the rest of the NFL they're talking of giving up the lottery."
 
Soldier Sam replied. "Pack of crazys," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in their cars, nobody works anymore, except the Rams of Course, Those other Teams can live that way for a while.
 
"Some Teams have already quit lotteries." Rams Mascot said.
 
"Nothing but trouble in that," Sarina said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."
 
"I wish Rams Mascot would hurry up with this, Sarina said to Solider Sam. "I want these proceedings to be over."
 
"It’s almost through," Solider Sam said.
 
Rams Mascot called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected an envelope from the box. Then he called, "Soldier Sam, now it’s your turn, finally."
 
"I’ve been in the lottery longest of anyone," Solider Sam said as he reached into the box for his envelope.
 
After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Rams Mascot, holding his note in the air, said, "All right, Folks." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the players opened their envelopes at once.
 
Suddenly, all the Fans began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it someone on the offense?," "Is it someone on the defense?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Sarina I bet," "I bet Sarina got it."
 
 
And all the players were disappointed, turning around to the Fans and holding their blank slips of paper above their heads.
 
"Well, everyone," Rams Mascot said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his list. Sarina he said, "you have the Roster. You got any one else?
 
"Of course” said Sarina. “Special Teams!! "How many Players, Sarina? Rams Mascot asked formally.
 
"Too many to count," Solider Sam said.
 
"Well, we will just ask the Kicker and Punter and Kick Returner to grab an envelope for the whole Special Teams Unit, Sarina suggested.
 
"All right, then," Rams Mascot said. ", Special Teams got their envelope?" Yep. Anyone win when they opened it? Nope.
 
The Fans began to move around to see Sarina. Sarina was standing quiet, staring down at the envelope in her hand. Suddenly. Sarina shouted to Rams Mascot. "You didn't give Soldier Sam time enough to take any envelope he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!"
 
"Be a good sport, Sarina." The Fans called, and Soldier Sam said, "All of us took the same chance."
 
 
"I think we ought to start over," Sarina said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give Soldier Sam enough time to choose. Everybody saw that."
 
"Ready, Soldier Sam?" Rams Mascot asked. And Soldier Sam, with one quick glance at Sarina, nodded.
 
The crowd was quiet. They were all whispering, "I hope it's not Soldier Sam," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.
 
"It's not the way it used to be." Soldier Sam said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."
 
"All right," Rams Mascot said. "Open your envelope. Soldier Sam, You first.
 
Soldier Sam opened his envelope and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank.
 
 
"Now Me" Rams Mascot said. There was a pause, he looked at Soldier Sam, unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.
 
"It's Sarina!!!," Rams Mascot announced, and the Fans were hushed. “Open your envelope, Sarina!!"
 
Sarina ripped open her envelope and waved it to the Crowd. It had the Brand New Rams Logo on it Outlined with a Heart!!
 
Soldier Sam had created the Heart the night before at Rams Mascot office.
 
Now the Prize winning Heart was displayed on the New Giant Screen in the Stadium, and there was a stir in the crowd. Then the Entire City of Los Angeles heard the news on the broadcast and celebrations in the streets would soon follow.
 
"All right, Folks." Rams Mascot said. “Sarina is the Winner! Let's finish quickly and you Folks drive home safe, you hear?"
 
Then all the Rams Fans reached under their seats and hurled Party Streamers and Glitter Balls at Sarina, cheering wildly.
 
 
"Sarina, Sarina, She is the Winner!!"the Fans screamed, and Notes of Celebration Flashed across the Giant Video Screen.
 
Sarina was now the Princess of Rams Nation!!! So Special! And much, much more Fun to Follow in the New Rams Stadium!
 
 
 
 

​SITUATION ROOM
 
 
 
Cupid had several conferences in his office where Soldier Sam again put forward his idea about the Scavenger Hunt being an ideal fit for the kind of Valentines Day Activity that Sarina would want to participate in.
.
"Couldn't we not talk about the Scavenger hunt?" suggested Sarina. "I have a couple of friends that have gotten lost on Scavenger Hunts. They are still lost, stuck in other cities where their mission led them.
 
"You're lucky to be here in LA, Sarina. Where you don’t have to be on a Scavenger Hunt. I just thought..” began Soldier Sam, “that it might be a fun divergence from work just on one day out of the year. And Valentines Day seems like a great time to try it out.
 
“Most likely, Soldier Sam, the biggest challenge for you will be coming up with the concept and the list of things to find.” Cupid observed.” I don’t know if your brain will be able to come up with good ideas.”
"That's as it may be." replied Soldier Sam. “Have you ever been on a Scavenger Hunt?  If not, get ready. You're not going to believe what kind of crazy fun you've been missing!”
"Well, what's your idea of the start of the Scavenger Hunt, Soldier Sam?” asked Cupid. "I don’t like the items you are starting off with on your list. It just doesn’t seem like a good fit.
 
"So then, we got to have something in its place. That's why I want to plant the Scavenger Hunt Scene--" replied Soldier Sam.
 
"I'm late to luncheon," said Sarina. “Maybe I could go out and get a bite to eat while you and Cupid hammer out some ideas.
 
Soldier Sam believed in his abilities to figure something out. He was, after all, someone who has nothing better to do that dream up conditions for a Scavenger Hunt.
 
"Cupid can call me anything he likes, but somebody's got to write this Scavenger Hunt Scene. I'd tell Cupid everything, -but I think he would just use his Arrows on someone else, and we wouldn’t have any Valentines Day Activity for ourselves.."
 
So Sarina left Soldier Sam alone for the lunch hour, trying to rouse him to action, but with no avail.
 
Desperate to convince Cupid of the Scavenger Hunt’s merits—Soldier Sam had a drink of Bourbon and attacked the story alone.
 
Pacing Cupids office with the bourbon bottle in his hand he started to explain to Cupid what exactly a Scavenger Hunt was--interspersing the dictation with a short, biased history how Sarina first agreed to come with him to Cupids Studio in the first place.
 
When Sarina returned from Lunch, Soldier Sam had a couple of ways he could explain the Concept to Cupid.
 
The next couple of hours were the toughest in Soldier Sam’s life--not even a moment to consider how much Sarina meant to him. He just had to focus on what a Scavenger Hunt really was. Gradually with several missteps, his battered brain got in motion.
“Well it’s just like this, Cupid..” Soldier Sam began…
Sarina interrupted Soldier Sam..“A scavenger hunt is a game in which the players — either individuals or teams — compete to see who can obtain the most items from a list. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, not necessarily…” explained Sarina.
'But this one has got me down,' said Cupid '--because how did the artillery shell get on the list? Won’t you be able to find that a lot easier than Sarina would?”
 
“Trust me Cupid,” Soldier Sam insisted. “There are several items on the Scavenger Hunt List that will be easier for Sarina to find than me. Like take for instance ingredients for a Taco, a football helmet, Hair Styling Products, the examples go on..”
 
Well, if that’s the case, if you explain it that way, that it will be an even-handed competition, then I am inclined to support your Valentine’s Day Activity Concept” Cupid decided.
 
The Valentines Activity authorization brought a glitter into Sarina’s eyes.
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam, said Sarina excitedly, “Let’s plan a scavenger hunt that takes us through LA to different places you’ve been or someplace completely new that’s important to you. We can construct clues that we each have to solve and end up somewhere where we can have great dinner together.”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea, Sarina.” Cupid threw his full weight behind the Valentines Day Activity and said he would be surprised if anyone else this year submits a better idea.
“Have fun on Valentines Day, Sarina and Soldier Sam.” Cupid sent them on their way. “Happy Hunting!”
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
Soldier Sam tried to jump to the Moon on his next attempt, tried to leave the orbit of the training range.  Rams Mascot and Soldier Sam learned to trust each other, such that even if either had been able to leave their existences at the door, it would have dire consequences for the mission that was to follow, Not only for themselves but for Rams Nation as well. Soldier Sam was learning how to fly in Moon’s airless space, and any distraction from the mission would cause massive upheaval if he changed his path around it.
Still mild and not very rough was the officers assessment of how the next few days were predicted to present themselves, and they thought that the whole business would be a quick little walk in the park compared to what they had just endured. As the chairman has hoped to make clear, he thought that the unit would soon have a result that would leave the Mainland in doubt of their next trajectory and be without knowledge of our intentions for the next week or so. The chairman still thought that it might be a mistake to trust all the officers to keep their mouths shut over the wireless.
 
The goal of the combat engine is to maneuver a model of a spaceship on the playing board, collecting essential supply items avoiding collisions with astronomical bodies, and destroying the enemy. Players roll customised dice for each duty station to perform their functions—if their station has power. For example, the helm station has dice with symbols indicating various combinations of forward movement for one or two spaces, coming about, and turns to port or starboard.
 
The chairman had nearly come under fire in recent months from several different camps, including the receipt of shellings that were coming onto the Islands from the Mainland. Previous action against the Mainland by the unit demonstrated mixed results. When the unit had been placed on standby initially, it ended up waiting months before being tasked. The officers were quickly briefed and the unit returned from approaching the mainland.
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE
 
 
Once upon a time there was a Whip Smart, Creative & Beautiful Girl named. Sarina was an inventor. She invented all kinds of useful things. Her house looked like a mess, but she had some really cool stuff. One day Sarina decided she wanted to fly.
"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Sarina told her Friend.
"Now I really know you're crazy. You won't even get off the ground," he said.
"You'll see," said Sarina.
So Sarina went down to her workshop and began working. Day and night, she worked. No one saw Sarina  for weeks. Then one day she came out of her workshop with a great big grin on her face.
She called up her friend on the phone. "Tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help," said Sarina.
"Did you really build some wings?" he asked.
"Yes I sure did and they are really beautiful," said Sarina. "They're a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of Sugar Top Hill."
"What did you make them out of?" he asked.
"I made them out of some scrap metal I had laying around from when I built my helicopter last year," said Sarina.
"Metal! Don't you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?" he asked, suprised.
"No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane," said Sarina.
He just rolled his eyes. "Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we'll try them out.”
"See you then," said Sarina.
The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of Sugar Top Hill and Sarina strapped them on.
"Are you sure those are not too heavy? He asked again.
"No, the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying," said Sarina, quite confidently.
"All right, I am going to get a running start and take off," said Sarina. So, Sarina backed up a bit and started running.
As Sarina ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out her little legs and she got lower and lower to the ground.

Just as she got to the crest of the hill, her legs gave out and Sarina skidded across the ground flat on her face.
After Her Friend rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Sarina if she was Ok.
"Yeah, Yeah, real funny," said Sarina "I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighter"
A couple of weeks later Sarina called Her Friend up on the Phone.
"I've done it," said Sarina.
"You've done what?" he asked.
"I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof”, exclaimed Sarina!
Come on over, I need a witness," said Sarina. "I'm on the way," he said right away.
When he arrived, Sarina was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings.
"Pink wings!" he laughed.
"Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Robot we used on Halloween last year," said Sarina.
"So you think you're just going to jump off and fly?" he asked.
"Yeah. Here goes," said Sarina.
Sarina backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.
“Oh, No!” Sarina Exclaimed. SMACK! The wings broke right off and landed straight away on her butt in the middle of some bushes next to the house.
After he rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Sarina if she was Ok.
"Yeah, Yeah, real funny," said Sarina. "I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," he said rolling his eyes.
A couple of weeks later Sarina called her Friend up. AGAIN!!
"I've really done it this time," said Sarina.
"You've done what?" he asked
"I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and some strong wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at Sugar Top Hill, I need a witness," said Sarina.
"I'm on the way," he said.
When he arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good!
"I need you to help me strap them on," said Sarina.
Her friend helped Sarina strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Sarina to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around her waist so that they would not fall off.
"Here we go," yelled Sarina as she backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill.
She didn't slow down and just as she got to the edge of the hill, she started to lift up into the air. She was flying! YAHOOO! yelled Sarina.
Sarina flew and flew just laughing and hooting. She flew higher and higher. She was really getting high now, and she started to worry. "How do I land these things?" Sarina asked herself.
That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, she noticed that her wings were starting to melt. Sarina had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax she used to make the wings. Pretty soon she had  tiny wings and she was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods.
"Boy this is going hurt again," said Sarina to herself.
Sarina crashed right into the trees.
He Friend ran up quickly, "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body," said Sarina.
To this day, no one believes him when he tells the story of how Sarina flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably crash into the trees too, just like Sarina did.
Sarina also made a firm commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing on the ground.
Now Sarina often tells everyone, "If people were meant to fly, they would have wings!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
STARSHIP ADVENTURE
 
You and Rams Fans are aboard a Starship activated to find any possible planet in the universe to host Rams Football Games and Rams Fans regularly awaken from frozen sleep forgetting all the business about the sun exploding and earth going up in flames.
Rams Fans dream of a successful landing on a new planet and are ready to turn any planet they can find into a shrine for Rams Football and build a Stadium as great as the one on earth and establish the Rams in a new world. However, after checking your instruments, you realize that you are not at your intended destination.
Soldier Sam created a machine to execute navigational manoeuvres and plans to land your Starship on a planet in an unknown region of space devoid of the atmosphere and terrain that Rams Football requires and insists that this is the right place for you and Rams Fans despite the stark condition..
You disagree as you look out the window to see swarms of strange Drones that look like Footballs hovering around your ship, searching for a way inside. Would such an invasion cause panic among Rams Fans and threaten the continuity in purpose necessary to sustain you mission?
Is this all a part of Soldier Sam’s plan? Only time will tell the outcome and you are determined to save the Starship.
 
Soldier Sam bent over his console, fingers flying, reading off a string of pressure differentials. Maybe his brain had kicked over into a different mode, and he was ready for a little perspective for a change.
 
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
 
“Strain on the tensioners is peaking,” said Soldier Sam. “I’m going to try to dampen it with the attitude jets and see if I can buy us a little more time.”
“Good,” Sarina said. “Keep us in trim. I’m diverting atmosphere to the sectors where the crew is.”
This plan was to divert it away from the sectors. Sarina and Soldier Sam needed to move through on their way out. But neither of them thought they had a chance of escape. Not with three blown. Not without suits.
“They’re through to Sector 9,” Soldier Sam said.
The hull creaked. Soldier Sam ducked, then laughed at himself and went back to work. Popping noises followed; it was Sarina’s turn to flinch.
“Sealing the Sector 8 doors,” said Soldier Sam. “Opening the ones into 10. Get the pods open.”
“Working on the pods,” said Sarina. “OK, they’re unlocked.”
“Orderly evacuation,” Soldier Sam said. “It doesn’t look like the crew is panicking. First group are into the pods.”
 “I’m panicking” Sarina thought but didn’t say it out loud.
Soldier Sam smiled. “I guess I didn’t need to” figured Sarina..
“First load of pods away,” said Soldier Sam. “Sector 9 door sealed. The door into Sector 11 is open. And I’ve got 12.”
 
 
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
 
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
 
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football””
 
“I’m on Planet ADHARA! Check it out, Sarina”
Planets spectra suggest that its lower stratosphere is hazy due to condensation of products caused by the interaction of ultraviolet radiation and methane
Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
 
 
 
Rams Mascot did not have the camera working, he feared that this particular Planet was forever out of range. Other means must be found to keep Soldier Sam out of this business.
 
 Soldier Sam left the control room with his heart, stopping only momentarily to do some fixes in the engine and some Bourbon for himself, possibly the first of many drinks he and the crew had together.
 
Rams Mascot’s voice came over the radio, and to Sarina it seemed Rams Mascot had an aggravated problem. For once Sarina did not want to go after Solder Sam to put a lid on the can of his mischief.
 
It was not merely Solder Sam’s plan Sarina feared--it was the whole might of Rams Fans in search of a dream, a dream to see Rams Football once again, not just the Rams, but the Hype of the entire NFL.
 
 
Nerving herself with a drink, reaching the bottom of the Bourbon bottle, Sarina started to scope out Rams Mascot’s position.
 
 
 
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
 
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
 
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
 
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
 
 
 
 
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
 
You almost have to brace yourself on the seat in front. It’s quite an experience, even on the smaller jets. 
 
 
PLANET X ACTIVITY ADVENTURE
 
 
Sarina was lost on Magic Island on Thanksgiving Day. Sarina called out again, and again the echo followed. Then a wavering speck of light came suddenly out of the dark, shifting, disappearing, growing momentarily nearer and brighter.
Running towards it at full speed, Sarina found herself, to her great joy, face to face with Soldier Sam and a lantern.
"Thank God!" was the exclamation that burst involuntarily from Sarina’s lips.
Blinking and frowning, Soldier Sam lifted his lantern and peered into her face.
"What for?" he growled.
"Well--for you. I began to fear I should be lost in the snow." Sarina responded.
"Eh, then, folks do get cast away hereabouts fra' time to time, an' what's to stop you from bein' cast away likewise, if the Lord's so minded?
"If the Lord is so minded that you and I shall be lost together, friend, we must just figure out a way," Sarina replied; "but I don't mean to be lost without you.
Sarina found herself standing before a gate that led into a yard bordered by a strip of dirty earth, where there were flowers everywhere surrounding her and above the entrance was a board with the inscription--
Soldier Sam, Monumental Granite Mason, also High-Tech Warship Repair
From the yard itself came a cheery whistle, the noise of hammer blows, and the cold sound of steel meeting stone.
A sudden impulse made Sarina enter.
 
Soldier Sam was sitting with his back towards Sarina, busy at work on a slab of curious marble. He turned round as he heard Sarina’s steps and she stopped short.
Soldier Sam sat there, looking as dumb as a box of rocks, the sweat pouring from his face, which he wiped with a fancy pocket square handkerchief. But though the face was the same, the expression was absolutely different.
Soldier Sam greeted Sarina smiling, as if they were great friends, and offered a rose, or a stone, he wasn’t quite sure.
Sarina apologised for her intrusion into the Shipyard.
"Everything is uncomfortable outside," Sarina said. "This seems an oasis in the wilderness."
"I don't know about the oasis," Soldier Sam replied, "but certainly the weathers’ a bitch out there. Take a seat, Ma’am. What’s your name”?
“Sarina, pleased to meet such a hard worker like you.”
Soldier Sam pointed to the end of a marble bench near where he was at work, and Sarina sat down.
"That's a beautiful Turkey Piece you are chiseling away at ”Sarina said.
"In a way it is," Soldier Sam answered; "the surface here is as fine as anything you could wish, but there's a big flaw at the back, though I don't expect you'd ever notice it.
 I could never make really a good job of a bit of marble like that. It would be all right in the summer; it wouldn't mind the blasted heat. But wait till the winter comes. There's nothing quite like frost to find out the weak points in stone."
"Then what's it for?" Sarina asked.
Soldier Sam paused.
"You'd hardly believe me if I was to tell you it's for an exhibition, but it's the truth. Artists have exhibitions: so do grocers and butchers; we have them too. All the latest little things in Stone Modeling for Holidays, especially for Thanksgiving, you know."
Soldier Sam went on to talk of marbles, which sort best withstood wind and rain, and which were easiest to work; then of his garden and a new sort of Roses he had bought just in case someone beautiful would show up. At the end of every other minute he would drop his tools and curse LA for existing.
Solider Sam finished his work, spit on the ground, and got up with a sigh of relief.
"There! what do you think of that?" he said, with an air of evident pride. The inscription which Sarina read for the first time was this--
“A Special Turkey: For Any Pretty Girl Named Sarina Comes ‘Round Here”
For some time Sarina sat in silence. Then a wave of curiosity. She asked Soldier Sam where he had seen the name.
"Oh, I didn't see it anywhere," replied Soldier Sam. "I wanted some name, and I put down the first that came into my head. Why do you want to know?"
"It's a strange coincidence, but it happens to be mine." Soldier Sam gave a long, low whistle.
"You probably heard my name," Sarina said.
"And you must have seen me somewhere and have forgotten it! Were you at Rams Stadium for a Football Game Recently?"
Soldier Sam had never been to Rams Stadium in his life. Both were silent for some time, both looking at the same thing, the name carved into the Granite Turkey.
"Come inside and take a look at the other projects I am working on. The Turkey is just a fun side-project for Thanksgiving. I try to make one for every holiday, just in case it brightens someone’s day" said Solider Sam.
Soldier Sam introduced Sarina to his Shipyard Team as a friend of his who was an artist. The result wasn’t quite what Sarina wanted, since she had to sit and express her admiration for nearly an hour, and there was no time to be wasted on a Holiday like Thanksgiving.
Sarina was examining all the Holiday Pieces and She noted there were perfect stone chiseled monuments from Valentines Day, and St. Patricks Day, to Halloween and 4th of July.
Sarina looked over at Soldier Sam and found him sitting on the bench smoking.
Sarina and Soldier Sam resumed the conversation at the point they had left off. "You must excuse my asking," Sarina said, "but do you know of anything you've done for which you could be put on one of those Reality TV Shows?"
“No. Not interested. This is good, honest work. We have contracts, but it’s always geared for the good of the teams. Business is prosperous enough. Last year I even gave turkeys to some of the children in the village, to brighten their day. But really, I am a good decent guy, despite what you might have heard about our products.
Soldier Sam got up, fetched a can from the porch, and began to water the flowers. "Regular schedule every day," he said, "and then the weather sometimes gets the better of the delicate ones. And Roses, man!  They really require some attention. Do you live here on Magic Island? Any plans for Thanksgiving Dinner?"
Sarina told him this was her first trip to Magic Island. “For good or for bad, I live in LA. I don’t have any plans for Thanksgiving this year ‘cause I’m stuck here on Magic Island, Obviously.”
"It's like this," Soldier Sam said. "We'll look at the matter straight up. If you go back to LA tonight, you take your chance of accidents. A Turkey Cart may run over you, and there's always orange peels, not really a specific reference to Thanksgiving really, Everyone Loves a Good Orange, don’t they?."
Soldier Sam spoke of the improbable with an intense seriousness that would have been laughable to Sarina on a regular day. But Sarina did not laugh. This was not a regular day of any sort.
"The best thing we can do," Soldier Sam continued, "is for you to come with  me looking for a real Turkey to go along with this Holiday Bourbon. Obviously, we can’t eat a stone turkey.”
To Sarina’s surprise, she agreed.
They were both sitting on the bench now, and Soldier Sam kept himself  busy sharpening some tools, Bourbon Bottle in hand..
The other bench was cracked and Soldier Sam, who seems a handy guy with his tools, was planning to go about and fix it as soon as he finished putting an edge on his chisel.
Time was ticking so Sarina and Soldier Sam set out on their Turkey hunt.
 
Solider Sam started to scour Magic Island scrambling though a remote forest leading up to the edge of a beach. They were both going out of their heads trying to figure out how they were going to get supplies for Thanksgiving Dinner.
 
But Solider Sam could not find any Turkey, Stuffing, Potatoes with Gravy, Cranberries or Pumpkin Pie. All he could find were Nuts!
 
So Solider Sam gathered some Nuts in the woods and sat down under a tree and tried to eat them to make sure they were fit for Thanksgiving Dinner, but he did not have his issued pocketknife, and just could not open the nuts himself
 
"Oh," Solider Sam complained, "if only someone would come and open these nuts for me!"
 
Hardly had Soldier Sam said this when Sarina came back from the woods nearby where she was searching. And Soldier Sam observed such a beautiful sight!
Sarina was quite even more amazing than he had initially noticed when his attention was focused on his tools.
Sarina was like nothing Solider Sam had ever seen. What a Great Thanksgiving Day Surprise!
‘This Beach is the most desolate in the Island Chain. I don’t have much confidence in finding anything but Nuts here. Sorry, Sarina.”
 
 
As Sarina came near she was singing, “Nuts, Nuts, Nuts!! I will help you chase through the trees, I gather nuts just as I please. I place them in my jaws so strong, and crack and eat them all day long!"
 
Soldier Sam laughed at how wonderful Sarina sounded and his heart was filled with a Thanksgiving Wave of Gratitude when he saw Sarina, and he knew this Thanksgiving out be the best one ever if she stuck around.
 
Soldier Sam called out to Sarina: "If you know how to crack nuts, why, come here and open these."
 
But Sarina had conditions and spelled them out: "If I crack the nuts for you Promise that you'll give me a proper Thanksgiving Dinner."
 
"Yes, yes," responded Soldier Sam, "you shall have all the Thanksgiving Fixins you wish, only crack some for us, and be quick about it!"
 
Sarina did what she does, laughing hard all the time. Whenever she picked up the nuts there was a sharp CRACK, and a broken nut busted out of Sarina’s “Nutcracker” mouth.
 
Soon all the nuts were opened, and Sarina laid out her expectations.
 
"Thanksgiving Night! Night! Bite! bite! Your nuts are cracked, and now set our table with a Snap. I wish for Turkey, Stuffing, Potatoes with Gravy, Cranberries and Pumpkin Pie!”
 
“Hmmm…” Solider Sam was exasperated. He had already searched high and low to find what was expected on a Thanksgiving Day Table. There was just no supplies at all to be found.
 
Sarina was insistent "If you do not agree, Why, then, you've not produced for me! I am hungry, you are hungry, Quick, find the food soon or I’ll give you a slammin’ like that would make you remember me.”
 
But Soldier Sam replied: "You 'll knock my head off will you! Just sit at this tree stump just as fast as you can, or you’ll have to tackle even more of these nutshells.”
 How far are we from out Thanksgiving Dinner Location, Soldier Sam?" asked Sarina.
"A Several hours walk, there are picnic tables set up there and there is also a docking for Ships, more or less, actually much less. The Ships stopped coming to Magic Island Years ago"
"And the nearest village?"
"The nearest village is just at the edge of the forest you were searching, we are basically on the outskirts of it. Right on t'other side." Soldier Sam replied.
"So you know anyone who lives around here then. Maybe they would have a fresh bottle of Bourbon for us to take to the beach with us?" Sarina suggested.
 “We have made quick work of this one just after we opened it back at the shop,” Sarina observed.
"We could try our luck," said Soldier Sam, turning on the lantern again.
"You know someone, I presume?" inquired Sarina.
"Maybe I do." Answered Soldier Sam. “I know some business contact who comes by the Shop for my Stone Productions.
"Then I'm going with you." Sarina declared.
"It ain't o' no use," Responded Soldier Sam. "He  wouldn’t let you in—not this guy. He’s tough to deal with usually."
"We'll see about that," Sarina replied, briskly. "Who is He?"
"Rams Mascot." Solider Sam replied. He has a cottage on the Island during off season when nothing is happening at Rams Stadium,”
“Why does he go to Magic Island?” Sarina asked.
"That's a mystery to you," was the unceremonious reply from Soldier Sam. But you can ask him yourself if he even answers the door.”
"Well, well; you lead the way, and I'll engage that Rams Mascot shall give us some Thanksgiving company and the rest” Sarina was insistent. “We will need some extra energy for out Turkey Hunt inbetween Rams Mascot’s house and the Ship Dock."
"Well you can just go ahead and ask him" muttered Soldier Sam; still holding on to his skepticism. He had known Rams Mascot for so long, he wasn’t about to make predictions, especially on Thanksgiving.
An imposing structure pained in Royal Blue and Sol loomed up presently out of nowhere, so Sarina and Soldier Sam readied themselves.
"Is this the house?" Sarina asked.
 
 
 
 
MOON LANDING
 
Finally Soldier Sam’s waiting period came to be over. Right on time, Sarina started the engine. The Starship began to run on the ground and soon it rose higher and higher.
 
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam are on Boat Destined to Arrive at Magic Island in Time for Sarina’s Birthday Party!! But the Trip does have it’s Difficulties.
 
 
The sun rose and Sarina was just waking up to face the new day.
 
The particular turbulence of the sea had ceased. The waves came without snarling. The obligation of Soldier Sam  the oars was to keep the boat headed so that the tilt of the rollers would not capsize it, and to preserve it from filling when the crests rushed past.
 
The black waves were silent and hard to be seen in the darkness. Often one was almost upon the boat before Solder Sam was aware.
 
In a low voice Soldier Sam addressed Sarina. He was not sure that Sarina was awake, although she stirred in the night so Soldier Sam was never sure if she was paying attention.
 
“Sarina,, should I keep her making for that light north,"
 
Sarina’s steady voice answered him. "Yes. Keep it about two points off the port bow."
 
Soldier Sam had his coat on  in order to get even the warmth,  and he seemed almost stove-like when a rower, whose teeth invariably chattered as soon as he ceased his labor to get a moments rest.
 
Sarina, as she rowed, looked down at Soldier Sam.. He looked like a victim of the sea, a rendering of just about what you would expect after working though the entire night.
 
Sarina noticed a growling of water, and a crest came with a roar and a swash into the boat, and it was a wonder that it did not set Soldier Sam awake. He continued to sleep, but some time later he sat up, blinking his eyes and shaking with the new cold.
 
"Oh, I'm awful sorry Soldier Sam," said Sarina. Get a few moments more of rest.”
 
"That's all right, Sarina," said Soldier Sam, and lay down again  to continue his brie respite.
 
Presently it seemed that even Sarina dozed, The wind had a voice as it came over the waves, and there was a long, loud swishing astern of the boat, and a gleaming trail of blue flame, was furrowed on the black waters. It might have been made by a monstrous knife.
 
Then there came a stillness, while Sarina took  some long breaths nd looked at the sea.
 
Suddenly there was another swish and another long flash of bluish light, and this time it was alongside the boat, and might almost have been reached with an oar.
 
Sarina saw an enormous Shark Fin speed like a shadow through the water, hurling the crystalline spray and leaving the long glowing trail.
 
Soldier Sam was awakened by Sarina’s reaction to the Shark and looked over his shoulder at Sarina. His face was hidden, with his hands, just waking up for a moment then leaned a little way to one side and swore softly into the sea.
 
But the Shark did not then leave the vicinity of the boat. Ahead or astern, on one side or the other, at intervals long or short, fled the long sparkling streak, and there was to be heard the whirring of the dark fin. The speed and power of the thing was greatly to be admired. It cut the water like a gigantic and keen projectile.
 
The presence of the Shark did not affect Sarina as you might expect. She simply looked at the sea dully and swore in an undertone.
 
Nevertheless, it is true that Sarina did not wish to be alone during all this activity in the water.
 
So Solider Sam joined Sarina in admiration of the Shark as she grabbed her Yankees Bat in case the Shark came close enough to sock it too him like he deserved for making the morning difficult.
 
Would Sarina’s Birthday ever come? Soldier Sam began to consider that they would sill be in this predicament of being denied access to the island.
 
As the Shark circled the boat, Sarina again reached  into the bottom of the boat to grab the bottle of Scotch. But it was starting to run out and would be empty soon at this pace.
 
 
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam dug and dug at the controls trying to find an access point until they found an opening on a path to crawl inside and shoot for the moon, and were shocked at what they saw.
 
Just as they thought, there sitting good as new was a space fighter jet that would help their approach. They high-fived and jumped in the air with excitement.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam wasted no time at all and hopped right in. Their excitement turned into confusion when they realized, they didn’t know how to work it. Sarina clicked a few buttons which started the engine, and noticed a big red autopilot lever and switched that on too.
 
 
MOON ACTIVITY ADVENTURE
 
 
This is the story about a Little Brown Bear named Sarina who lives in a cozy little house at the edge of the forest.
 
Sarina the Bear loves springtime when she and her friend steal honey from a tree just across the road.
 
Sarina loves the summer, when she and her friend walk into the meadow and gather blueberries.
 
Sarina always eats more blueberries than she puts in the Basket! But her friend doesn’t mind if it makes her happy.
 
In the fall, Sarina’s friend climbs up to the top of the highest tree in the orchard and tosses red apples down to Sarina. She Loves that!
 
But Sarina the Bear does not like Winter very much at all and here is the story that tells you why!
 
Sarina the Bear hated to take naps, especially the kind that lasted all winter long
 
“I won’t take a Nap!” announced Sarina.
 
“Nonsense” said her friend. “Every Bear sleeps during the winter. It’s high time for you to jump into your warm bed.”
 
“Chirp, Chirp, Chirp!!!”
 
“What’s that Sarina asked her friend?”
 
“Those are Birds.” He answered.
 
“Do birds have to sleep all winter?” asked Sarina.
 
“No” said her friend. “Birds fly South. But Little Brown Bears like you sleep, so off to Bed you go!”
 
“I want to be a bird and fly south. “ Sarina said decidedly.
 
“Tough Shit, Sarina, Sweet Dreams!” her friend laughed.
 
“Sarina waited until she was sure her friend had left the room, jumped out of bed, packed her bag and jumped out to the window on to the roof.
 
After safely sliding down one of the pipes on the side Sarina set out to find the birds.
 
“Hmmm. How will I find them?” said Sarina to no one in particular as she headed down the road.
 
“Toot! Toot! Toot”
 
Sarina had made it into town and heard a whistle just as a Train pulled into the station.
 
Birds were everywhere!! Some birds were boarding the train, some were waving goodbye and others were leaning out the windows.
 
“Hop aboard!” one of them called out.
 
So Sarina did.
 
“Why aren’t you flying? Sarina asked the Bird.
 
“Oh some of us prefer the Train, the bird answered. “It is more relaxing and we like to just kick back and enjoy the ride.”
 
Sarina looked around. Two birds were playing chess, others were playing checkers and another bird invited Sarina to join a game of cards.
 
Sarina the Little Brown Bear thought this was much better than taking a Nap!!!
 
After staying up all night playing cards, Sarina and her new feathered friends went to the Café Car for a box lunch of Honey and Peanut Butter Sandwiches as they watched the scenery rush by outside their windows.
 
As soon as the train arrived at their stop, the birds flew off to the beach, and Sarina followed, excitedly.
 
Sarina the Bear loved the beach. She loved the smell of the sea salt air. She loved jumping over the waves and finding pretty seashells.
 
But most of all, Sarina Loved playing in the Sand!


Sometimes Sarina built sand castles with high turrets, and sometimes she made sand pies decorated with seaweed.
 
Then one afternoon, Sarina built a sand cave. It was warm and cozy inside so she crawled in to take a rest.
 
First Sarina turned onto one side and then the other. She tried to sleep on her back, and then tried lying on her belly.
 
But Sarina could not get comfortable no matter what she did.
 
Just then, a huge wave crashed onto the shore and washed away Sarina’s sand cave!
 
Sarina thought about the nice bed she had at home back in the Forest. She knew her friend might miss her if she did not return by spring.
 
Sarina yawned. It was time to go home, she figured.
 
The some of the birds called out to her. They were ready to head back north.
 
“Please,” asked Sarina holding back her tears “May I go with you? I want to go home so badly because I miss my house in the woods and my friend!
All the birds could plainly see Sarina was in a big hurry.
 
“We’ll fly you back, it will go much faster they said. “Then you will be reunited with your Friend!”
 
So the Birds fastened a carrier from a fishing net and safely carried Sarina the Little Brown Bear home without so much as a Scratch.
 
Sarina arrived home before she knew it, Quietly opened the door, tiptoed by her sleeping friend, unpacked her belongings and jumped right into bed!!
 
Sarina fell fast asleep in a New York Minute.
 
Before she knew it, her friend was tapping her shoulder.
 
“Wake Up, Sarina!” he insisted “You slept all winter, Spring is here and we have so much to do together!!
 
“I’m not getting up,” Growled Sarina the Little Brown Bear. “I didn’t even get any Sleep…At All!”
 
She drifted back to sleep, if only for a Day. Then she would start the yearly activities with her friend.
 
But Sarina decided to Keep her Vacation secret from everyone she met the next year, except for her best friend, of course, who heard all about it the minute she woke up.
 
So that is the Story of Sarina the Little Brown Bear who didn’t want to Take a Nap!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
RAMS PLANET LANDING
 
Sarina was sitting at Soldier Sam’s back, guiding the way. After a short lapse of running on the stars, the ground disappeared beneath their feet. In a spin of some seconds, they were flying in space.
 
 
The chairman was glad about one aspect of the next operation, that it was authorized without a piece of paper from the Oceana authorities, expanding the prospects of what could be accomplished in theatre. Some breaking news had been issued by the Mainland and the possibility existed that their patrols would be curtailed for the time being. It was announced over the wireless, and speculation was rampant among the officers. Some thought that the unit would be met with a better reception on the next island than in previous engagements, while other officers took a more cynical view away from the dispatch.
 
By the next day, it was becoming apparent that the situation on the islands was not as had been hoped, and suspicions were confirmed that the unit would be meet with some resistance and could not necessarily expect passage without incident or delay. The night passed quietly and uneventfully, although with morning, it became readily apparent that the Mainland forces had become entrenched along the pass, and several problems with the plan the chairman had concocted had been overlooked.
 
It was soon obvious that unless we pressed forward and knocked the Mainland position out, establishing operations at our current post would become untenable. The only certain method of preventing the infiltration of the opposing forces had to be disregarded, however, part of the flanking fleet were sent to offer support to our position off the island. Throughout the day, the unit withstood repeated attempts to compromise our progress as they kept trying to break through.
 
 
Shortly after, a member of the flanking fleet was heavily shelled, but another unit soon came to their rescue. We were still in a precarious position, and the officers soon recognized that step would have to be taken to improve our standing so another appeal was made to some other members of our flank. A section gave supporting fire and we soon made a mad dash for a new route by way of sheer determination from the officers. The counterattack was an unbridled success and the chairman was quite pleased with the progress that had been made in just a few days.
 
Word arrived from Oceana headquarters that a portion of our flank was to be temporarily relieved of its role in the cover operation and would make its way into a narrow reserve position along a narrow opening between two of the islands. However, our hopes that they had completed their mission for the time being and could soon be withdrawn was immediately brought into concern when they came under fire just as they had mobilized. The positions of the flank held, but not with nothing to spare and they soon headed back to their previous position
 
 
Our unit could do no more for that operation but, fortunately, no more action was needed. That night, our compatriots were withdrawn to a position removed from the frontline the Mainland forces had established the day before. Eventually, our adversaries trudged off reluctantly with heavy payloads but evidently not willing to continue the resistance that they had so aggressively mounted. Soon, the officers were all talking at once over the wireless to the chagrin of the chairman. Such was their spirit, that it won out against seemingly insurmountable odds that had been pushed upon them by the Mainland.
 
 

Just as Sarina and Soldier Sam dove into their space fighter jet, they heard the countdown “9…8…7…”
 
Rams Mascot shouted over the Radio “go, go, go!”
 
Soldier Sam and Sarina put on their seatbelts, Sarina hit the engine go button, and the space jet launched them deep into the space sky.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam turned around to look out of the window and watched as the adversary transport ship  exploded into a big fiery ball of nothing.


 
 
 
 
RAMS STADIUM
 
PART 1
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas at Rams Stadium
Santa’s visit to Rams Stadium on Christmas Eve raised such a drama of errors Sarina is sorry she didn't keep on working in preparation for the Rams Game on Christmas. Maybe Sarina will wish Santa never showed up!!
Santa caused Rams Mascot to throw a Football through a window of Rams Press Box and ended up with Soldier Sam getting more than he bargained for too.
You might think Sarina probably shouldn’t have paid any attention to the break in.
The break in happened right when it started to get dark outside since Santa had Promised Rams Stadium would be his first stop before traveling around the entire World.
There was a mini-explosion at Rams Stadium Gate of Entrance, clearly designed by the Reindeer to gain access. Try as they might, they just couldn’t find a way to get in through the Roof of Rams Stadium.
Sarina was working in the Press Box, Soldier Sam was hitting the concession stands and Rams Mascot.. well no one knew where Rams Mascot was at the time.
Sarina had just stepped out of the Press Box, Notebook in one hand and Bottle of Bourbon in the other when she heard the mini-detonation at the Gates.
It was Santa’s Grand Entrance into Rams Stadium and he was determined to locate Sarina’s Stocking so he could be on his way to make all of his other deliveries that night.
Santa was walking rapidly around the Ticket Counter and the lights of Rams Stadium illuminated the field. Sarina noticed the lights turn on as soon as Dusk turned to Dark in Los Angeles.
Sarina could see the field from her perch in the Press Box, but she couldn’t see Santa.
Once the noise had stopped, Sarina at first figured it was just Rams Mascot or Soldier Sam. Soldier Sam had just arrived and was excited for the Football Game the next day, Christmas Day.
Sarina suspected next that it was a burglar. It did not enter into Sarina’s conclusions until later.
Sarina always half suspected that something unexpected would happen at Rams Stadium. Unexpected Stuff happened all the time in Los Angeles, and with the fans beginning to camp in the Parking Lot to get ready for the Game the next day, well anything could happen.
After the Noise of Santa’s activity had gone on for several minutes, Sarina tiptoed to Rams Mascots location. Rams Mascot had joined Soldier Sam at the concession stand for some Christmas Eve Beverages. Well they didn’t really need the tap for that, they each carried a Bottle of Bourbon in their hands.
"Psst!" Sarina was trying to get Soldier Sam’s attention on the Radios they always carried with them, for Rams Stadium was so vast, sometimes Soldier Sam and Rams Mascot got lost.
"There's something downstairs!" Sarina announced. Soldier Sam got up from his spot and started to try to figure out where Sarina was, and what she had heard.
Soldier Sam and Rams Mascot listened together. There was no sound. The steps had ceased. Rams Mascot looked at Solider Sam with some alarm: Sarina was insistent there was a burglar at Rams Stadium that Christmas Eve Night.
"There's something down there!" Sarina persisted. Instantly the steps began again, circled the playing field and started up the seating area into the Main Concourse.
The Stadium Lights still shone bright, but Sarina saw nothing coming, she only heard Steps.
Rams Mascot rushed up to the Press Box, opened the door quicky and joined Sarina. He slammed shut the door and Locked it, to protect Sarina as an immediate instinct.
After a long few minutes, Sarina slowly opened it again to listen. But Santa made no sound.
The slamming of the Press Box doors had alerted Soldier Sam where Sarina was and she peered out of the room. "What on earth are you doing here, Soldier Sam?" Sarina was surprised. “Aren’t you still eating?”
"What was the noise at the gates and all that running around downstairs?" asked Soldier Sam. So Soldier Sam had heard the steps, too! Sarina just looked at him in surprise.
"Burglars!" Sarina shouted, intuitively. Rams Mascot tried to quiet her down by handing her another Bottle of Bourbon.
"I'll stay with Sarina," Rams Mascot informed Soldier Sam. "She's all excited."
Soldier Sam agreed and started off on Patrol. How could any of them expect the raucous was Santa?
Some time passed. Then Soldier Sam came back to the Press Box, walked in and reported to Rams Mascot and Sarina
"No sign of nuthin'," said Soldier Sam.
In the small silence that followed.. the silence was broken by a knock at the door.
Sarina must have realised at once that it was Santa.
Santa took a look at Sarina for a long moment.
“I… I work here at Rams Stadium” responded Sarina.
"What’s the matter with that guy?” Santa asked, looking at Soldier Sam. “Does he work here too?”
"I'm listening," said Santa, surveying the Press Box and reached into his Bag.
Sarina answered for Soldier Sam. “Soldier Sam is with me. He is excited about the Rams Game tomorrow. He got here early so he could get the best seats for the Game.”
Santa took a seat next to the Fireplace, one of the few in Los Angeles. Everyone else in LA had those artificial Fireplaces, since it never got cold in LA. There aren’t even chimneys in California.
Santa watched as Sarina got out a bottle of Bourbon and handed it to Santa.
After a few drinks, Santa’s eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts,
Santa squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of wild scenes to come that night. “I don’t have time to sit around here all night; I’ll just give Rams Mascot his gift and be on my way.
"What was that that you started telling me the other day about a Super Bowl Ring or something, Santa?" asked Rams Mascot.
"Nothing." said Santa, “nothing worth hearing."
"A Super Bowl Ring?" asked Sarina curiously “Rams Mascot has not won a Super Bowl or anything like that..
"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps." said Santa off-handedly.
Sarina leaned forward eagerly. Santa automatically took in the remainder of his Bourbon Bottle and then set it down again.
Soldier Sam promptly gave him another one hoping Santa would tell them about this Super Bowl Ring..
"To look at," said Santa, fumbling in his Bag "it's just what you imagine it to be, Sarina." Here, it’s for Rams Mascot but you can try it on.
Sarina put on the Super Bowl Ring and examined it with interest.
"And what is there special about it?" inquired Soldier Sam.
As Sarina placed it on the table he took it, and having examined it, placed it upon the table.
It’s Magic because there are three wishes on it, each by someone different. explained Santa. The first two wishes are made by the friends of whoever’s ring it is.
"Well, why don't you have three, Santa?" asked Soldier Sam cleverly.
"And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Sarina.
"I did," said Santa, as he lifted up what remained of his Bourbon bottle. I don’t really have time to explain. Of course I have to make deliveries to many homes tonight.as you know, an’ Times Tickin’.”
Santa’s tone was such that a hush fell upon the Trio..
"If you've had your three wishes it's no good to you now then Santa," said Rams Mascot to break the silence. "What do you keep it for?"
Santa shrugged his shoulders and replied. "Fancy I suppose," he said slowly." I did have some idea of selling it, but I don't think I will. It has caused me enough mischief already.
"If you could have another three wishes," said Sarina, eyeing Santa closely," would you have them?"
"I don't know," said Santa. "I don't know."
"So If you don't want it Santa," said Rams Mascot, "Are you really giving it to me? Because I still believe in Magic, just take a look at these two." Rams Mascot motioned to Sarina and Soldier Sam. “It’s a miracle she puts up with his nonsense”
“Rams Mascot reached for the Super Bowl Ring on the table and examined his Christmas Present closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
"Soldier Sam gets the first wish, then Sarina, followed by Rams Mascot. Hold it up in your left hand, and wish aloud," said Santa "But I warn you of the consequences."
"Sounds like a challenge”, said Sarina, as she rose up from her chair by the Fire and grabbed the Super Bowl Ring.
Santa turned for the door with a twinkle in his eyes, as Santa is known to do.
“There is however a condition, said Santa. “You have to wait until Christmas Day to make your Wish. The Wish has to be made at the Rams Game tomorrow.”
“All three of us are going to the Rams Game tomorrow”, Sarina declared. “As you say, we will make our wishes then.”
"If you must wish," Santa advised, "Wish for something sensible."
PART 2
It was Christmas Day at Rams Stadium. The Game was about to start.
Rams Mascot was on the field while Sarina and Soldier Sam took their seats at the 50 yard line.
“It must be Christmas Day, Sarina said. Rams Stadium had been decorated for weeks. Holiday music had been playing and everybody was talking about Christmas.
Sarina knew was not supposed to be quite so excited. She was the Team Reporter after all. But every chance Sarina got, she read every tag on every Christmas package, guessing at the contents within.
Sarina had examined each gift so often that she could tell which present went to which person without even looking at the tags.
In the business of the Big Game, Santa’s gift was momentarily placed aside, but not forgotten, Soldier Sam looked at the Scoreboard above them in an unbelievable sight, another installment of unprecedent Rams Stadium entertainment.
Once the Game got underway, Soldier Sam was starting to think about Christmas, not the action on the field.
"If the tale about the Super Bowl Ring is true, then we might do best to start considering what wishes we want to make,” suggested Sarina.
“Right.” replied Soldier Sam. “If what Santa was telling us is true, then we have to make our wishes soon. There is an expiration date. We have to make our wishes by the time the Football Game is over.
Likely wishes began to be discussed.
“Why, we're going to be rich, and famous, and happy” said Sarina “Soldier Sam you might do well in wishing to be an Emperor with your wish, then all your objectives will surely be met in turn.”
Soldier Sam took the Super Bowl Ring from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," Soldier Sam said slowly. It seems to me I've got everything I want. It’s Christmas and we are together. "
Solder Sam had learned that anything worth achieving is worth working for, and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen. More importantly, Soldier Sam learned that in order to get an order of Nachos you need direction, discipline, and perseverance.
"I might just wish for Rams Mascot to hit the concession stand and bring me a bottle of Bourbon and some Nachos," said Soldier Sam distinctly. “With extra sauce” he added.
Soldier Sam often times wondered, “Who made the first Nachos? And why did they make it the way they did? Is there a deeper meaning behind a simple plate of Nachos”?
A fine flashing of the Scoreboard greeted his words, interrupted by a thunderous response from the crowded seats. The Rams had just gotten their first First Down of the game.
"Well, I don't see any Bourbon or Nachos," said Sarina, as she picked it up, "and I bet I never will.."
Sarina and Soldier Sam sat back down in their seats and Sarina considered Soldier Sam’s wish, while the Band played on in front of them. Now the Rams were on Defense. They didn’t even get a field goal on the last possession, much less a Touchdown. Sarina was disappointed.
“I expect you will get your Bourbon and Nachos for the second half, Soldier Sam” Sarina predicted. “Rams Mascot is done with his duties when Halftime is over. He should be on his way momentarily.”
In the brightness of the wintry sun, halftime was almost over. The Rams held a small lead and the second half was poised to be a close one, with each team having a lot to play for. With the regular season winding down, both teams were in the running to make the Playoffs.
Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly covered packages. But, mostly, Christmas is about Rams Football. Solider Sam had not believed this until a Football Reporter gave him wondrous gift Christmas.
"I suppose Santa was wrong," said Sarina. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be granted in these days?
And if they could, shouldn’t your Nachos be here by now?"
But the minutes slowly passed during the second half, and expectations gave way to resignation - the hopeless resignation of being without Nachos and Bourbon, sometimes called a 5 alarm crisis.
The Game was getting so exciting, sometimes Sarina and Soldier Sam hardly exchanged a word, of course they would have plenty of time to talk about Christmas during dinner after the game.
The sounds of the crowd were getting louder and the excitement was building as the 4th Quarter approached, with the contest knotted in a low scoring game.
Suddenly Sarina considered the moment.
"THE SUPER BOWL RING!" Sarina reminded Soldier Sam... "THE SUPER BOWL RING!!”
Soldier Sam was reminded of that as well. They both had gotten so wrapped up in the Game they had forgotten about their mission.
Sarina started up, "Where? Where is it at?”
Soldier Sam always forgot to do simple jobs and other important jobs he was asked to do. Every time he is asked to do something and then asked about the results, he has an answer, “I forgot.” If he was sent to the Market, he would forget what Sarina had sent him there to do. The reason for not doing a specific job remains the same. You guessed it right – “I forgot.”
Sarina reached over in Soldier Sam’s vicinity. "I want it," she declared. "You've not lost it, have you?"
"It's still in my pocket," Solder Sam replied, marveling. "Why Is now the right time?"
"I only just thought of it," Sarina said excitedly. "Why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you think of it?"
"Think of what?" Soldier Sam questioned.
"The other two wishes," Sarina replied rapidly. "We've only had one."
"Was not that enough?” asked Soldier Sam.
"No," Sarina stated with determination. "We'll have one more. Reach into your pocket and get it quickly, I want to make my wish!."
"Our first wish will be granted," said Sarina with confidence "I just got a text from Rams Mascot, he is almost next in line at the Concession Stand. Why not the second?"
"Here, I got it. Make your wish, Sarina!" responded Soldier Sam. He was now starting to display excitement, for that, if not for the Football Game.
“I wish for the Rams to get the win today, and punch their ticket to the Playoffs” announced Sarina.
After the wish, neither Sarina or Soldier Sam spoke, but kept looking at the clock displayed on the Scoreboard. Time was ticking. and the Rams were putting together their 2-Minute Drill, already within field goal range.. But wait, there was just a well-executed completion to bring the Rams into the Red Zone.
The clock was winding down, and then, as if on Cue, Rams Mascot appeared with the Nachos!
"WHAT’S THAT?" exclaimed Soldier Sam, starting up. The bottle of Bourbon too. It’s as if you planned perfect timing, Rams Mascot.
Sarina and I had just finished the one we are working on now!. We won’t even have to take a break from the drinking as we push through the crowds to the Exit.”.
"It’s Nachos, Soldier Sam" said Rams Mascot triumphantly. And I arrived just in time to make my wish. I already know what it is going to be.”
“What have you decided to wish for, Rams Mascot? Anything surprising or dramatic?” Sarina was filled with a sense of suspense.
Soldier Sam’s wish came true, and after the Rams just scored that Touchdown, there is just the kickoff and the other team only has time for a couple of plays!”
Sarina and Soldier Sam stood up in double anticipation. For the Rams W and for Rams Mascot to make his wish.
Rams Mascot announced..”
“Sarina and Soldier Sam, I wish you both Happiness during the good times, strength in the face of challenge, and that you will always have each other to depend on.” Rams Mascot wished.
The activity on the field had ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in Rams Stadium. Soldier Sam and Sarina headed for the Exits..
The Rams got the Win on Christmas Day!!. Our team is Playoff-Bound!! And Rams Mascot made it all possible!!