​FORWARD
 
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,' Rams Mascot told reporters over the radio transmission intercom. 'I got to get to work.'
 
 
But Orange Mascot was not always was in charge of Cuse Games. Before taking the reins of Orange Basketball Games he was known, simply as Otto the Orange.
 
Orange Mascot’s journey through life  is one that reflects the overwhelming pride that all Cuse Fans feel when they have achieved a certain stature, when they finally become Real Orange Fans.
 
From the time he was first a Syracuse resident, it was obvious that Otto the Orange was different than most Cuse Fans. Wandering the streets of Syracuse, Otto the Oranges’ curiosity almost always took him to interesting places and made him stand out from his peers.
 
As he was growing up, Otto the Orange was constantly asked about Hoops. The others would always test his resolve to make something out of his life.
 
How much do you know about Orange Hoops, Otto the Orange?
 
Test yourself with this Slam-Dunkin' kids sports quiz! Basketball is one of the most fast-paced games in the world – total blink-and-you'll-miss-it stuff.  Do you want to Hoop it Up with us?
So, is your Hoops Cred an epic slam dunk, Otto the Orange? Take this kids Hoops quiz and find out now!
Otto the Orange was honest when all this business started out: ”I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not the most active Basketball Fan out there” Otto the Orange replied.
 
“Sure, I played a little ball here and there and watched March Madness every year. I never really got into NBA basketball but I never expected in a million years to become an Orange Fan!!
 
To me, Orange Basketball became close to wild in my heart.  How, you may ask? Well because of Sarina, of course. Sarina’s experience with the team fueled my Hoops Spirit and my desire to have rich Orange experiences.
 
Your initial task is simple, Otto the Orange” they said. Just start to watch Cuse Games and enjoy the experience. Then and only then will you be able to answer our questions.”
 
 
This Quiz doesn’t showcase Media Video Highlight Clips, a chance to win priceless tickets, or an appearance in a Halftime Shooting Contest with a big prize, or any other activities are what most Fans would consider to be of interest
 
“I’m kind of a quiet basketball fan” Otto relayed his experience. “I really only watch Orange Games to spend some quality time with Sarina and I tune out when Hoops Highlights are on my screen.”
 
But Otto the Orange showed some initial talent. He had always had fun writing about all sorts of things, so it is no surprise that he chose to take a written Quiz!
 
Otto the Orange actually made these game summaries just to have some fun with Sarina so they could connect on the Ultimate Hoops Level, the written game summaries.
 
“So as far as getting Orange Season Tickets, or camping outside the Orange Dome for the chance at a Lottery, I can’t exactly see us jetting off to Syracuse for regular parties,” explained Otto the Orange.
 
But that doesn’t mean Otto the Oranges’ Life would be devoid of basketball adventures. Just really in any way at all, as long as it is a shared experience with Sarina.
 
“And I can’t necessarily speak for Sarina” Otto the Orange said. Sarina is one of the biggest Orange Fans in the World, has lots of Orange Gear, and even packs her lunch in an Orange Box.”
 
Sarina would probably be on board for just about anything. It’s was just Otto the Orange who’s just not-so-crazy as Sarina. But even Otto the Orange was open to a lot of things…. And all of his exciting short stories probably speak to that.



“You know what I think?” Otto the Orange wanted to make a statement. “I think that life needs just the right amount Orange Hoops Extravaganzas. A lot of Fun, to be sure, but also with a measured view that is just a Game, and the World doesn’t drop off it’s axis just because Cuse is in the house.”



To that end, Sarina asked that Otto the Orange share a few short stories of the crazy times he has actually sat though am Orange Hoops Game, be it at the Orange Dome, on TV or radio, or even games that are not in the Dome.
 
Otto the Orange was up to the task. “Here are just a few words about Cuse Hoops. This is the first Quiz I have taken as an Orange and you probably won’t understand any of it if you don’t have some Hoops Cred” he explained to Sarina.
 
“Maybe they’re not the most riveting stories of the Orange Hoops Experience, but they are mine.” Otto the Orange pointed out.
 
Let’s just hope the rest of the schedule won’t be too tough on SU so they can make a run at it. That will be fun to watch with you too!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
As time passed, Otto the Orange started learning more and more about ‘Cuse Hoops. and he developed a marked acumen for the Experience. But Otto the Orange began to feel that he could do more. That he wanted to become something much bigger than an ordinary Cuse Fan.
 
 
One day, Otto the Orange noticed an Orange Castle in the distance – Oranges have excellent eye-sight, after all. Although it appeared that the castle had been there for many years, no one from Otto the Orange circle had ever said  anything about it.
 
That’s when Otto the Orange realized that it was up to him to be a leader. Not just any leader, mind you, An Orange Leader. There was more out in the world for him to explore, to learn, to achieve. He set out for the Orange castle with Sarina at his side that very day.
 
Soldier Sam was the Boss at the Mascot Training Center. Sarina quickly found out what he was all about.
 
 
“Why does Syracuse need a Training Center?” asked Sarina. “Why is Otto the Orange here?”

“To make sure that everyone at Cuse is provided for when they go to Hoops Games at the Dome.” Soldier Sam explained “To decide what’s best for Orange fans and to make sure the Orange Order remains unbroken.
 
 
 
Otto the Orange had decided to break Mascot precedent and start traveling far and wide to share his Orange Spirit, and to lend support to all Cuse Fans that are die-hard enough to travel to opposing stadiums.
 
Soon, Orange fans won’t  just be cheering in Syracuse, they could be found across the state, the country, and the globe.
 
 
Otto the Orange is at our Stadium trainer today doing a mock game. And here he is—some of his fellow trainees are  out here tonight, too,
 
Otto the Orange is all set to practically live at the Castle Training Facility until he is ready to assume the mantle of the greatest job in sports.
 
 Otto the Orange who, is incidentally and actually and ex-Hoops player too, he’s a hell of a good performer, folks, and a great joker, know what I mean? Soldier Sam asserted.
 
 It’s all a bunch of dramatic theatre at these games. A lot about what our Mascot Graduates say really makes a difference. We prepare them to joke around with the  opposing players and about the other teams Fans, too—it’s all a crazy make-believe world.
 
 
As Otto the Orange was walking out of  the Training castle he stopped suddenly in his tracks. His reflection in a window caught his eye. He was much different than he remembered. He had confidence, ambition, wisdom, and above all, the experience.
 
Otto the Orange was finally worthy of the Title: “Orange Mascot!!”
 
Orange Mascot had received the ultimate Training this planet has to offer. His resume and skills stand out above all the rest. 
 
Otto the Orange had hit the big time. Cuse Basketball Games would never be the same.
 
 
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..
 
 
 
 
“Orange Mascot to Hoop it Up at the Cuse Basketball Game on Sarina’s Birthday!”
 
 
Syracuse beloved mascot “Orange Mascot” will “Hoop-It-Up” during the Halftime of March Madness on March 29.
 
Orange Out T-shirt Giveaway, a bounce house, balloon artist, party favors, face painting, a birthday cupcake for Sarina, and much more… With all the makings of a fun-filled birthday party.
 
 
Sarina’s birthday party will be held at halftime of the Cuse games so fans celebrate a doubleheader — Sarina’s Birthday and Orange Mascot’s 5th Anniversary with the Squad.
 
Orange Mascot is the most popular legend in college basketball and has been an iconic symbol of Syracuse spirit and pride in their team. The mascot represents tradition for all of Cuse to celebrate.
 
Recently, Orange Mascot received an updated look when Sarina was asked for her thoughts about updating the beloved mascot’s looks in a way that would best express the Cuse spirit.
 
Sarina’s voice was heard loud and clear and a new iteration was developed as part of a Syracuse spirit campaign.
 
Soldier Sam was looking for a solid partner. Someone who would place nicely into a secret agent role at her Birthday Party -- find 'spy' accessories such as hats, sunglasses, Yankees Pinstripe Jacket, etc. the little troopers invited to the Birthday Party wear them before they go on their mission.
 
On Sarina’s Birthday, Sarina and Soldier Sam take the first trip to Planet X in the modern era, and their trip proves so inspiring to people back on Earth that everyone on earth comes together to build a great Planet X Space Station.
 
From the Space Station, the Birthday Party provides some of the best views of Earth making everyone realize how Earth fits into the Universe.
 
Along the way, the story sets the stage for more Birthday Party science expeditions, featured in the “Little Stormtrooper Box” sidebars that have been fully updated in this new edition.
 
The Birthday Party Mystery Box cover topics including “Phases of Planet X,” “Wings in Space?,” and “Frisbees and Fire Balls on Planet X” They are all explained so all the Stormtroopers Teams learn together about science.
 
Behind-the-scenes takes from the Birthday Party are full of science lessons with activities round out this entertaining and educational Birthday Present Picture Book, the new edition of which is designed to accompany the new Sarina Goes to Planet X Planetarium Show, coming soon to locations around the world.
 
Birthday Parties are  a good place to explore spying and detective work. There are several cases waiting to be discovered throughout your Birthday Party and different friend groups. You can start spying for the fun of it or with the intentions of becoming a private investigator one day.
 
 
Sarina is practically a Legit Detective already. If Sarina spends most of her Birthday time in her imaginary world of mystery, then perhaps she would love a little more mystery in her life. From water balloons to footballs your little detective will Love to make anytime into activities for a group of detective Storm Troopers. We guarantee you have many ways to incorporate some excitement and learning into Birthday Party mystery activities.
 
Whether it's a rainy day or a Big Birthday Party or beautiful sunshine, spy games get Sarina excited because they involve stealth and mystery. Give Sarina the chance to be a secret agent on her Birthday by suggesting one or more spy games. Players can dress up in a trench coat and carry a magnifying glass to get in character.
 
 
If Sarina is asking for a secret agent, spy, or detective  birthday party theme you will want to check out the awesome spy party games and activities below that feature our most popular and requested secret agent party games.
 
 

When Sarina was just starting out using her Time Travel Machine she went on a world trip to many Yankees Games. She spent her whole trip thinking she was a spy and collecting brochures, stamps, coins and taking photos. For her, this added an extra element of excitement to her trip and made her so much more interested in the things around her.
 We want to recreate the same experience for little stormtroopers around the world. At home or on holiday. At this Yankees Game or the next.  We have developed secret missions that capture the imagination of little storm troopers so that they learn about the world while becoming secret agents.
 
‘Detective’ is a game in which you hide something special like Yankees Tickets around the house, and then leave a chain of clues for little stormtroopers to find and solve until they uncover the hidden Yankees Ticket Prize.
It’s easier than it sounds to set up and can be played with a few pieces of scratch paper or some common items you happen to find while traversing the Yankees Universe in your Time Machine.
 
It’s a great way to entertain little stormtroopers on stormy days and, even better, if the weather is nice you can expand the adventure outside or to a park like Yankee Stadium with a little Future Vision using your Time Travel Machine.
 
And not only does it stretch little stormtroopers brains a bit, but also their muscles too as they excitedly run around the house or yard. For my money, it’s the greatest rainy day game of all time to play when Yankees Games are postponed
Here we will post Short detective stories. We know that little stormtroopers have a various interest. Keeping that thing in mind we are going to provide you with amazing spies story but it is for Yankees Fans, like Sarina. If you like to read stories with other types of characters you can also read this story and discover your inside stormtrooper.  
 
So read these stories and share your experience with us.
 
Little stormtroopers love playing the little detective, and detective mysteries are a slightly different take on the treasure hunt.  They will prove a great success for any party, no matter where you disembark on the Yankees “Time Travel Highway.”
 
I think I had as much fun as the little Storm Troopers at Yankee Stadium. Honestly, there is just too much to share in one post. We started the party by giving them spy training. Once they were trained, we created this Top Secret Mission for the agents to test out their new skills.
 
First, you need to come up with a plan: What mystery are you all going to solve and how are they going to solve it? In my office, I have a Yankees Toy Flamethrower.
 
When you plan a spy party or a spy game for everyone at home you want to add some mystery and international espionage solving activity that will get them excited.
 
This will give them a sense of achievement as the information they send headquarters leads our boss agents to solve the case and catch the mischief-maker. We have 10 different cases for your storm troopers to solve!
So get ready to peek around corners and stands at Yankee Stadium, write secret messages in invisible ink, and reinvent your favorite classic mystery story. You may also want to dress up as your favorite cartoon detective-- just to get yourself in the right frame of mind. And then, as Inspector Gadget would say ... “Go Go Gadget ‘Copter!”

If you don’t have the time to prepare such an activity, you will find Soldier Sam’s ready-to-print detective mysteries on my site. So, perhaps I’ll see you soon!

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PREFACE
A Tidal Wave of excitement rushed over Rams Mascot This was not like any other Rams Game. Rams Mascot had to show up to work today. The entire universe was depending on the Plan of Action.
 
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.
 
Otto the Orange was on the phone and Sarina overheard him say that he was tailor made to be the Cuse Hero and all the Orange Fans would Love it.
 
Sarina noticed a helicopter in front of the Training Castle that hadn’t been there the last time she looked.
 
When Otto the Orange ended his call, Sarina asked him if that was his helicopter. “No,” he replied. “It’s probably Soldier Sam’s, well you know what with the business and all that.
 
Otto the Orange and Sarina crossed many miles that day and It wasn’t an easy path, but eventually they  arrived at the grand castle.
 
 
As Otto the Orange walked through the castle’s arch, his eyes grew wide. Standing before him were brilliant Mascots of every kind that shown with Fandom as bright as the sun.
 
Otto the Orange approached Soldier Sam and marveled, “I’ve never seen a Drill Instructor  like you before.”
 
“You are correct. I’m not like just another ordinary Hoops Fan.” Soldier Sam replied, “That’s because I am the Mascot Trainer here at the Castle Training Center.
 
“We are courageous, determined, bold, and we welcome Fans of all Teams who think they have what it takes to be a Mascot.” explained Soldier Sam.
 
Otto the Orange assured him, “I can be all of those things.”
 
 “Come and join us,” Soldier Sam replied, “but you’ll have to prove yourself.”
 
So Otto the Orange joined the Mascot Program and began learning how to exemplify the qualities of the Ultimate Mascot.
 
Otto the Orange had begun his training inside the Castle and would be there to learn leadership, perseverance, ways to sharpen his mind, and how to celebrate all that is Great about Cuse Hoops.
 
 
But Sarina wasn’t allowed inside the Castle. Not even for a minute. Not even to get something, She was not allowed in the Castle. She would never leave if she got the chance, the Hoops Excitement in this house would be more than she could ever handle.”
 
“Come out of there, Otto the Orange!” yelled Sarina
 
“No. Uh-uh.” Otto the Orange replied.
 
“I’m going to come in and get you.”
 
 
Soldier Sam, who runs the training regime usually spends his time reading a little, writing a little and drinking a lot  and is the upmost authority on everything it takes to be a Hoops Mascot. Soldier Sam rarely has time to live any kind of a life outside these Training Castle Doors.
 
Sarina went to a park nearby the Training Castle.
 
Sarina decided to call Orange Mascot on her Smart Phone that she brings with her always. “I’m staying at the local Orange Community Center” Sarina announced.
 
“Please let me come inside to have a nice dinner at the Training Castle?” Sarina asked.
 
Sarina wanted to get in there that night, and she did want eat something. But not anything they had. Sarina wanted Gluten-Free Pizza and Orange Soda- That’s really a double threat.
 
 
“The Boss want to talk to you, Sarina.” Said Otto the Orange, he’s a really great guy”
 
“Hello, hello, hello, this is Soldier Sam.” Sarina heard though the phone.
 
“I was here with Otto the Orange last night. We didn’t wake you up, did we?” asked Sarina.
 
 
Soldier Sam replied “You from New York?”
 
“I sure am!” responded Sarina
 
And Soldier Sam was listening seriously to Sarina now, with a sort of searching that he normally does on the phone, and then he says,
 
“Are you from the City?”
 
 
“Yes.” Answered Sarina. “I’m from the Bronx.”
 
 
 
Sarina had already learned plenty from Otto the Orange. Sarina called out to Soldier Sam on the phone again. “Let me inside, Soldier Sam!” demanded Sarina.
 
“It’s the same rules here as there are all the Mascot Training Facilities around the world.” No one gets in unless they have aspirations of becoming Team Mascots, and no one gets out if they are unprepared for that role.” said Soldier Sam.

“How many other Mascots are here at the Training Castle?” Sarina asked.

“Hundreds so far,” replied Soldier Sam. “All Mascots receive their training here. For Hoops Teams, and every other sport as well.”

“How many Mascots are there today in the world?” Sarina asked.

“Millions” responded  Soldier Sam. “Including every one we have trained ourselves.”

“Do they have Training Centers like this too?” Sarina asked.

“They do indeed,” replied Soldier Sam

“This surpasses any Training Center  in the world, ours does,” explained Soldier Sam.
 
“This building contains all the history of Sports. “Just as it appears.” continued Soldier Sam.

“Why are there no Mascots about?” asked Sarina.

“Because they are taught a certain amount of information in the main building,” Soldier Sam replied.

“I see.” Sarina was getting more and more interested in the Training Castle.
 

“Just what is that glow hovering above the Castle?” Sarina asked.

“That is the source of the light in this training center,” replied Soldier Sam.

“How did it get there?” Sarina asked.

“Once each Mascot had finished their training here we placed it there by using all the energy technology, created by the Mascot Hype Energy that each mascot generated” replied Soldier Sam. “Which is still used here today.”
 
 
“We have to start to wind down this phone call, Sarina.” Soldier Sam stated.
 
 
“Just a few more questions, Soldier Sam” Sarina was insistent
 
 
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.
PART 1
 
 
 
 
 
There are people of all kinds in LA today. Some of them are in showbiz, some in sports, some in other things and this is how things went in LA before Sarina.
 
 In this story we will talk about Sarina whose spirit was strong but there was still something else…
 
There were Rainbow Roses all over the city just looking for someone to surprise.
 
So let’s know what happens in this story. Sarina became a Target for these Rainbow Roses.
 
For Millenniums, many sorts of people have lived in LA.. There used to be different kinds of Targets, but none had to date received Rainbow Roses this Special for their Anniversary.
 
But here we are talking about Sarina, whose Spirit was Strong. One day Sarina is invited to a party. But not just any party. It was the most exclusive red carpet party gala in decades.
 
Sarina was overjoyed to hear the news of the party and spent the whole day getting ready for the party. Sarina was dressed perfectly for the party and went on her way.
 
Sarina headed out to the party house dancing and humming along to music in her truck. Now Sarina reached the party house. However, there was no parking space big enough for her Truck.
 
All the other vehicles were cars, not trucks and everyone else was able to get into the party driving their cars.  Seeing the parking lot full of cars, Sarina was disappointed and set out to find something else to do that night.
 
Sarina drove towards the forest and parked her truck beside a tree to take a nap.
 
It was early morning and the rays of the sun began to fall on Sarina’s eyes. Because of this, her eyes were opened. As soon as she woke up from sleep, she heard someone nearby and started looking around but did not see anyone.
 
Sarina calls out, “Who’s talking? I can hear you but I can’t see you!”
 
“This is me, I have to try to talk  like this every day” was the response.
 
“But why am I  not seeing you?” Sarina then asked the question.
 
Then that voice said “Look down here over here on the ground!”
 
Then Sarina looked down and saw a Special flower talking to her. Sarina asked the plant, “Why are you in such trouble, what’s wrong?”
 
Sarina was happy to see a Rose on that Day.
 
The Rose said, “I am not ever picked for a bouquet, there are other flowers who get picked, but not me and my friends here. We are all the same color. People like you must prefer other flowers.”
 
“The sunlight does not reach me, due to which I am not reaching my full potential. The Rose continued. “There are big trees above me, they stop the sunlight from reaching me. Because of this—this is why I am not happy. “
 
“If I do not get sunlight like this, then I will not be able to grow properly. Now you tell me what to do. Apart from me there are my friends too which do not get sunlight and because of that they are also not reaching their full potential.” Rose told Sarina.
 
Sarina thought for a long time, what to do so that the sunlight reaches these Roses. After thinking for a long time, Sarina thought why don’t I pick you up and give you what you need to reach your full potential?”
 
So this is what Sarina did. Sarina started picking up all the Roses she could carry.
 
Sarina told the Roses, “Look here, I have a perfect plan. It’s our Anniversary and Soldier Sam is searching to find the Perfect Roses for his Science Experiment!”
 
After gathering all the Roses up they started to feel like they served an important purpose. “We are going to brighten up someone’s day!!”  All the Roses became happy. After becoming happy for the first time ever, they thanked Sarina and considered her their hero.
 
After seeing all this, Sarina became very happy and forgetting about the previous night and the Truck Parking Fiasco, she began to think about the Anniversary Day ahead of her, she started living happily.
 
Now Soldier Sam would finally be able to set about his task of making the most beautiful Roses in the World for Sarina. RAINBOW ROSES!!
 
 


The incredible idea of Rainbow Roses came from Soldier Sam, a flower construction foreman in Los Angeles.. When sales of the single coloured flowers in his shop slowed down, he was inspired to try something new and developed a stunning collection of rainbow roses!


It took Soldier Sam a couple of years to fine-tune the process before his method was perfected. Since production first started, millions of Rainbow Roses have since been ordered and spread throughout the globe!

These brightly colored beauties are the result of some very clever work by Soldier Sam. Looking to expand the market demand for cut flowers, Soldier San began experimenting with developing new colors of roses.
 
Today, Sarina discovered that a Rainbow Rose Production Factory was now set up exclusively for her Anniversary.
 
Now… that is very AMAZING! The process, discovered by Soldier Sam is surprisingly brilliant.
 
 
PART 1
 
We call it the ‘Supply Service Pain Train’," said Sarina, a key Team Member. "Those Supply Runs can be long and tedious. You're constantly loading, unloading, reconfiguring. A lot of times you'll get to the destination, you'll unload all your pallets, and then you'll have to bring on 50 Troops. It can be a painful transition back and forth."
 
But the "pain train" is vital not just for logistical reasons such as resupplying bases with the parts needed to keep vehicles in good working order, Sarina explained. They're also important for Troop Morale.
 
"Moving the Troops around allows them to have a little time to come back to other bases, resupply them, so they're not going to go a little crazy out there by themselves," Sarina said.
 
And when emergency strikes— logistics officers and transport aircraft work together to get life-saving supplies into the field as quickly as possible.
 
Multiple times each day, huge aircrafts are packed with cargo and Troops for flights into hostile territory.. For example, one time Sarina’s crew gathered in the aircrew flight equipment shop to grab flak jackets, night-vision goggles and other supplies they might need for their mission — including equipment they'd need if something went wrong, like small arms and ammunition, life rafts and life preservers.
 
This day, thankfully, none of those emergency supplies would be needed — it would be a Textbook Supply Run, encountering nothing more dangerous in the air than local planes full of regular people traveling to their Vacation Destinations or Important Board Room Meetings on how to sell the newest Smart Phone, or whatever normal people run around and do these days.
 
Sarina pulls on her helmet with night vision goggles attached and stepped inside booths with blackout curtains to test them. The crew went out to the Flight Line, where a K loader — a vehicle designed to move heavy cargo onto airplanes — pulled up with four big pallets of spare parts and medical supplies and a smaller pallet of mail.
 
The aircraft ramp lowered and was braced with a wooden support stool. After Load Masters moved the pallets over the rollers onto the plane and tightly secured the cargo, Sarina threw both her arms in the air and cheered.
 
Sarina is usually responsible for making sure all the cargo is properly secured -- some pallets are secured on the aircraft’s Rails with locks, while other loose cargo such as baggage is usually secured with heavy straps — and balanced in the back of the plane, so the weight doesn't throw the plane off as it tries to take off and land.
 
“It's crucial to make sure cargo is locked down tight”, Sarina said, “because sometimes in hostile territory we often have to hit the brakes quickly. “
 
"That's more of a danger than anything we've noticed in the air," Sarina admitted.
 
The Unit as a whole usually load up multiple supply flight on a regular basis.
 
The flights take place multiple times a day and are critical to sustaining Troops directly in the fight. Sarina said her crew typically flies every other day.
 
"It's kind of boring, those days that we have off," Sarina admitted. "We'd rather be flying, but we need to have a day so that we can recuperate."
 
One Day, the trip into the fight included a FAST — or Fly-Away Security Team — to guard the plane while it unloaded on the runway. One of those FAST airmen, Sarina was beginning to show interest in, wore a New York Yankees patch on his body armour, above pouches packed with spare ammunition, The Side of the Logos on his patch was inscribed “Bronx Strong”
 
Shortly before takeoff, Sarina and Her Crew making up the small Expeditionary Signal Battalion boarded and strapped themselves into their seats near the front of the cargo hold. Sometimes Sarina would just fold her arms, lower her head and catch a Quick Nap.
 
Other times, Sarina would pulled out her smartphone and put in earbuds, eat a contraband candy bar her Momma sent her, check out whats playing on the Watch ESPN App, or just Shoot the Shit with all her friends on the mission.
 
Sarina admitted how exciting her first deployment was on the “Supply Pain Train”.
 
“I’m ready to get out there and do it again!”, she exclaimed.
 
But when Someone on the flight mentioned going home in a few days, Sarina was about halfway through her first deployment, said, “I really miss my Friends at Sportscenter. Sometimes I wish I was there cause it is Kinda Fun doing all those Sports Bloopers.”
 
She had started texting that guy she was interested on the Flight Security Team with the Yankee Patch. The others ribbed Sarina for being so soft — and for saying “Sports Bloopers.” She took the joking in stride, firing back: “It is Fun! Look it up sometime on your smartphone!”
 
“You just got here,” he texted Sarina back, “Its not like ESPN is just going to pick up and run away while you are doing other things like “Riding the Supply Pain Train” he said with a laugh.
 
Her fellow compatriots let the kidding drop as the plane taxied to the runway and took off. Then Sarina realised there was a Surprise Stowaway, Her new Crush with the Yankees Patch was there too!
 
They leaned in close together, Sarina held out her smartphone, and she took a selfie of their smiling faces as they flew off to yet another Supply Drop Target.
 



PART 1
 
Sarina had plans for Halloween this year. When Soldier Sam arrived to pay a "Halloween Visit” to Sarina in LA, he found her charged to the brim with mystery and excitement.
Soldier Sam had only received her telegram that morning, and he had come anticipating quiet nights; but the moment he arrived, he caught the first wave of her electrical condition.
The impression deepened when he learned that there were to be no other visitors, and that he had been telegraphed for with a very special object.
Something was in the wind, and the "something" would doubtless turn into something good for Sarina and Soldier Sam, both with a mania for Halloween research, each had brains as well as will power, and by hook or by crook she usually managed to accomplish her ends.
The revelation was made soon after their first Bourbon of the day, when Sarina sidled close up to Soldier Sam as they paced slowly along the ocean beach..
"I've got the keys," Sarina announced in a delighted, yet half awesome voice. "Got them for Halloween!"
"The keys to the fighter jet, or--?" he asked innocently, looking from the beach to the city lights. Nothing brought Sarina so quickly to the point as being stupid.
"Neither," Sarina answered. "I've got the keys to the Haunted house at Rams Stadium--and I'm going there tonight."
Solider Sam was conscious of the slightest possible tremor down his back. He dropped his teasing tone. Something in Sarina’s voice and manner thrilled him. She was in earnest.
"But you can't go alone--" Soldier Sam began.
"That's why I wired for you," Sarina said with decision.
Solider Sam turned to look at Sarina. Her face was alive with excitement. There was the glow of genuine enthusiasm ‘round it like a crown. Her eyes shone.
Solider Sam caught another wave of her excitement, and a second tremor, more marked than the first, accompanied it.
"Thanks, Sarina," he said politely; "thanks a bunch."
"I should not dare to go quite alone," Sarina went on, raising her voice; "but with you I should enjoy it immensely. You're afraid of nothing, I know."
"Thanks so much," Solider Sam said again. "Is anything likely to happen?"
"A great deal has happened," Sarina replied, "though it's been most cleverly hushed up. The Rams have been playing football for months in there already, and Rams Stadium is said to be empty at present"
In spite of himself Soldier Sam became interested. Sarina was so very much packed with good ideas.
"Rams Stadium is very active indeed," Sarina went on, "and the story dates a long way back. It has to do with NFL football, an excitement that has never been matched.”
"And Rams Mascot--?" Soldier Sam inquired.
"Still keepin’ it real, I believe, but I’m not always able to get more details of the story."
Soldier Sam now felt his interest thoroughly piqued; but, though he was not particularly in it for himself, he hesitated a little on Sarina’s account.
"On one condition," Soldier Sam said at length.
"Nothing will prevent my going," Sarina said firmly; "but I may as well hear your condition."
"That you guarantee your power of self-control if anything really horrible happens. I mean--that you are sure you won't get too frightened."
"Soldier Sam," she said seriously, "I'm not a girl anymore I know, nor are my nerves; but with you I should be afraid of nothing in the world!"
This of course, settled it for Solider Sam had no pretensions to being other than a very ordinary man, and an appeal to his talents was irresistible.
 
Soldier Sam agreed to go.

INTRO
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 a 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”.
 
They 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.


 
Sarina approached the Crew, “For this we have to enlist the help of the entire crew” Hearing this, the Crew came forward and said, “We are ready. What is the matter to do? We will do whatever it takes to save the ship.”
 
 
The Sea Wolf arcade game has been released, based on an electro-mechanical, coin-operated game called Sea Devil. Sea Devil, in turn, was based on a submarine simulator, Periscope.
 
By looking through the periscope mounted on the game, players may take aim and fire torpedoes at ships and other objects on the surface of the ocean. The periscope swivels left and right, true to real submarines.
 
Players can destroy a handful of different targets on the surface of the ocean: floating mines that can be dangerous obstructions, fast-moving PT boats and destroyers.
 
The original Sea Wolf arcade game is black and white, oriented horizontally, and makes use of a simple blue overlay to denote the color of the water. Each time players land a proper hit on a ship, a light is reflected inside the scope to simulate an explosion.
 
The game also includes basic sounds like PT boat motors and sonar pings. Another unique feature of the Sea Wolf arcade game is that it displays both the current score of the player as well as the game’s high score—it was one of the first arcade games to incorporate high scores.










Homemade Under the Sea Battleships is another great idea from Sarina’s Charts. Use dice and a chess board to make your own battleship under the sea themed game!
 
 
One day Sarina called a meeting of the Crew. In that meeting, everyone was going to solve how can the enemy ships be avoided so the Game can be won?
 
The crew came to the Meeting. Sarina started the meeting with her whistle. Sarina asked the crew, “What can we do to  prevent ourselves from being sunk by those enemy ships?”
 
Hearing this, the Crew on the Submarine were troubled. They had to face this problem in the coming days. Many times these enemy ships aimed to destroy their Submarine.
 
The Crew saw the truth in Sarina’s  talk. The Crew asked, “Well, tell us what would we have to do?”
 
 
 
 
Sarina told everyone her plan. Now everyone was ready. Everyone was waiting for when the enemy ships would arrive.
 
 
 



Up Periscope!



A submarine has two periscopes: an attack periscope and a search periscope. The search periscope is used to look for targets and also for guidance as the sub navigates through the water. The attack periscope is smaller than the search periscope and is used if a sub is ready to attack






Try this periscope activity and make a spy tool for looking around corners, and out of windows. If you enjoy easy games then this fun periscope activity is ideal! Peak around corners with this periscope activity. The object is to see without being seen. Or, you can jump right in and begin with our secret message-making activity at the end of our party instructions.




Periscope Game idea: Submarine Hide and Seek – One person is “it” and must stake out a spot behind a barrier. This barrier is “base”. The seeker is not allowed to look out from behind that barrier except through the scope. The hider’s goal is to sneak up and touch base without being spotted through the periscope. First person spotted is “it”!



Thanks to numerous contributions from the crew, many of the commands have more than one possible action. In these cases, you might want to choose one of the actions and teach this to Sarina. You could also show her all the possible actions related to each command, and let her choose which one they prefer.






Ever since their introduction, there’s something about submarines that fascinates people. Maybe it’s the unimaginable experience of being in a metal tube thousands of feet under the ocean’s surface, skulking along, waiting for a chance to surface and BOOM! attack with a well-placed torpedo.



Or maybe it’s the fact that submarines are the wild card of modern warfare, able to sneak up on ships without warning in a way that no other craft or vessel can manage. From The Hunt for Red October to Run Silent, Run Deep, there have certainly been a lot of movies made about submarine warfare, some incredibly tense and gripping.






When game designers wanted to create a fun and interesting multiplayer roll and write game, it’s no surprise their attention turned to submarines! If you’re not familiar with roll and write it’s a category of board games that are designed to be fast, lightweight, and affordable.
 



The goal of the combat engine is to maneuver a model of a submarine on the playing board, collecting essential items avoiding collisions with undersea objects, 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.



While powered, the helmsman may roll the helm dice and set aside those maneuvers that fulfill the captain’s orders at each decision point. The other stations also have custom dice tailor-made for their particular functions.
 
Sarina keeps schedules moving by directing the movement of energy from engineering to all of the other divisions.



All the while, the enemy team is doing the same thing.






Each player board has a control panel along the bottom that indicates what of your weapon and propulsion systems are still intact and a display of the opponent’s submarine with a grid superimposed. There’s an intro board for multiplayer called the Training Board and an advanced board called Mission Mode both for players really ready to rumble and for the solo game.






You’ll notice that there are two types of target spots: those with “sight” marks denoting it’s a critical spot, and those without. Remember, this is your control panel along the bottom, but your opponent’s submarine in the “porthole”. shoot out the four targets creating a sort of sideways “L” shape on the periscope and you’ve disabled their periscope and moved one step closer to winning the game.
 
Meanwhile, they’re shooting at you too, of course, so they’re going to mark their picture of your sub and you’ll have to cross out the dashboard weapon system capabilities along the bottom of your own board as they destroy things.



The first person to destroy all the enemy systems wins. (this means you don’t have to hit every single dot, just those that are actually targets).






 
Much further into the game and I’m poised to win even though it’s looking rather dire on the solo automaton board on the top left:



 
Suddenly, huge fireballs started to rain on the enemy. Those Fireballs sure did the trick.



Done. Winner!! Sorry, mate, about sinking your submarine, of course, but that’s Torpedo Dice for you in solo mode.
 

There are no enemy ships left in the Ocean anymore. All the Crew started living free. Now everything was fine in the World!
 






I imagine it’ll be fun as a multiplayer game too, but haven’t had a chance to play this competitively yet. Definitely a good one and inexperienced player friendly too with its erasable board, lively design and simple play mechanism.




Sarina recently announced that she will use Xbox controllers to operate periscopes in her newest submarines.



We got together and we asked Sarina, 'What can we do to make your life better?'... "And one of the things that came out is the controls for the scope. It's kind of clunky in your hand; it's real heavy."









The advantage of using Xbox 360 controllers lies not just in accessibility, but also in price. On average, a new Xbox 360 controller in somewhere between $30 to $40 online, while the typical cost for the specially designed photonic mast handgrip and imaging control panel made for modern submarines is around $38,000.






This isn't the first time that we have used video game controllers in order to cut costs and simplify technology.




A new sub was commissioned, hailed to not just to be the newest fast attack sub ever but also a marvel of technology and innovation.



Part of that innovation comes via the use of one of the most familiar methods of control to operate the sub’s new Photonics Masts: a wired Xbox 360 controller.




Don’t worry, the entire attack submarine isn’t driven by a game controller. Or any of its critical systems. The Xbox controllers are simply there for operating the two new photonic masts, the submarine’s non-penetrating digital camera periscopes. These replace traditional periscopes and hold both a visible camera as well as an infrared digital camera on top of telescoping arms.






Controlling those periscopes aren’t as easy as war and spy films suggest them to be. They got so frustrating that the Navy conducted research and surveys on the best control device possible. They ended up with one that was not only familiar but also cheap.






Many of the Crew who will be living in the sub will have grown up with gaming consoles, especially an Xbox. They’ll be familiar enough with the controls that it might feel almost second nature to them.



Plus, the Navy can use off the shelf Xbox 360 controllers with very little to no modification.
 
There are plenty of compatible versions available to keep Sarina occupied during her Submarine Party!!
 
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!!."
 
INTERVIEW
 
It was the end of the workday. Soldier Sam was tired. He had been interviewing job candidates since the beginning of the day and couldn't make a decision. The job of joining the security team at the garage had many applicants. There had been a string of Premium Tool Set Heists in the area, the most recent a week ago.
 
Extra security was needed, especially since the tool theft gang was still at large. A sketch of them had been circulated to the authorities and the media however they had still not been caught.

Soldier Sam leaned back in his chair, closed and rubbed his tired eyes. Soldier Sam heard the noise of a door being closed. When he opened his eyes an agent was standing in his office.
 
“Am I too late for the interview?” Sarina inquired.

“Where did you come from!?” Soldier Sam exclaimed.

“I didn’t mean to startle you Sir. I used the back door,” Sarina explained.

Soldier Sam thought he was done for the day! The Garage Boss didn’t tell him he had any more interviews scheduled, but Sarina was here now and one more interview won’t make a difference.
 
Soldier Sam sat down at his desk before saying, “Please take a seat Miss…?” he motioned for Sarina to sit down.
 
“Sarina.” Sarina smiles and sits down opposite Soldier Sam looking unsure about Soldier Sam.
 
 “Don't be concerned, Sarina ” Soldier Sam said. “I'm not really that bad.” He smiled.
 
“It's just I really want the job.” Sarina says “I think I'm well qualified.” That was a bit forward but Soldier Sam let it go.

“Would you like a bottle of Bourbon, Sarina?” Soldier Sam asked.

“Yes a bottle of bourbon would be nice” Sarna replied.

“A drinking glass? Some Ice?” Sarina declined both.

Soldier Sam pressed the button on the intercom and ask for the receptionist to bring in a bottle of Bourbon.

“What do you think you will bring to the job if you are successful, Sarina?”


“I can offer you protection, I am a very protective person, just ask my friends. And I am wearing black to be stealthy so that's a Plus.”

“Why do you think that is a plus?” Soldier Sam asked.

“Well I can't be seen and I'm good at spying” Sarina lowed her voice “I could do away with your competitors and they wouldn’t even see me coming” Sarina made a mock threatening gesture.
 
Soldier Sam’s eyes opened wide. “Are you actually telling me you want to take out our competitors? Do away with them for good?”

Sarina leaned forward and said softly, “If that's what you want I’m happy to provide that kind of security. I will protect this establishment and you at all costs, this I swear. I really want this job.”

“Sarina, we do not eliminate people, we bring them to justice by catching and detaining them and letting the justice system deal with them as it sees fit.”

“Of course” Sarina said “just letting you know I could do it if you wanted me to. I could even do a surprise attack; you would not know where or when it is happening. You would have complete deniability.” Sarina took a sip of the Bourbon.

“There will be no surprise attacks, Sarina. However there will be surprise encounters let’s just say, so I suppose you could still jump out and surprise people; just no attacking please.”

“Ok” Sarina agreed, looking disappointed.

“So” Soldier Sam said, changing the subject hurriedly. “What else can you bring to the table?”

“I'm very loyal, loyalty means everything to me. I have my own sword, two of them in fact.” Sarina replied.

Now was Solider Sam’s chance turn to look concerned.

“What is the sword for?” Soldier Sam asked, trying to remain calm.

“Protection. Just in case of an attack. I've got them here if you want to see?” Sarina says enthusiastically.

“Uhh, no thank you.” Soldier Sam laughed with a serious tone but smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing them in but we won't be needing them today. Or ever. Do you understand, Sarina?”

“Yes I think so.” Sarina said with clear disappointment.

Swords. Not only does this woman have her own swords but she actually brought them with her! To do what? Attack me? Sarina didn’t seem to be violent; She is so softly spoken and quite pleasant, actually.
 
So what is she doing with a sword? Did Sarina think I would attack her? Or that Sarina might have to defend herself against surprise visitors? These thoughts put Soldier Sam on edge but he pushed them to the back of his mind and continued with the interview.

“So, Sarina, tell me about your background. You say your business is in Secuity, and you are working on constructing a new aircraft? Wow! You must be excited; busy, but excited.”

“Yes.” Sarina said “I love flight experimentation very much and I am completely devoted to the endeavour.”

“Where are you from?” Soldier Sam inquired.

“The Bronx” Sarina answered.

“Well you have come a long way just for a job. It must mean a lot to you.” Soldier Sam said. “How was the trip over here from the Bronx?”

“Fine.” Sarina replied.

“If I hire you as a member of our security team would this be a long term position for you?” Soldier Sam asked.

“I will be loyal and honourable Sir!” Sarina replied with a sincere gesture.

“Honourable?” Soldier Sam laughed. Sarina didn't find this funny.
 
 
“So Soldier Sam, do I get the job?” Sarina asked suddenly.


“Do you have your contact details? You can leave them at the front desk and we will get back to you. No using the back door, use the main entrance please.”


“I have no contact details to give,” Sarina admitted. “Just please give me a simple yes or no answer. Do I get the job?”


Soldier Sam looked at Sarina. He didn’t know what to say.


“Well, Sarina” Soldier Sam said, “My Boss doesn’t want our security guard to be violent. It was the business with the swords really. Other than that I have no complaints, I even liked how you chose to use the back door into the building. It showed originality. I like to see something different…”


Sarina cuts Soldier Sam off abruptly and says “Then, it was very nice to meet you but I'm certain I must leave you now.”

Sarina goes to the door, but turns to Soldier Sam to say “I am actually a Ninja, a Samurai without a mission. I have been travelling many miles looking for someone to partner up with. I was hoping I would be successful. For that would mean I would not have to continue my search.
 
“Because of your policy I must continue on my journey.” Sarina decided. Before I go I think you will want these back. From her pocket she took a bag and handed it to Solider Sam. “And I recommend that you check your stationary safebox.“ Without another word Sarina left.

“What a time waster, Soldier Sam said to his receptionist. That Sarina was absolutely mad, that woman was. All that talk of swords and samurai. Did she really think that would impress me?

Soldier Sam walked over to the cabinet and took the Bourbon bottle out. What did Sarina give me? He tipped the contents of the bag onto his desk.
 
The stolen Premium Tools fell out. Soldier Sam swore involuntarily as he realised that what he was looking at were the Premium Tools that were stolen in the latest robbery.
 
Soldier Sam confirmed this with the receptionist just to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind.
 
Soldier Sam went over into the back room where the tools were usually kept, opened the door and stared at the gang that perpetrated the crimes. They were Handcuffed to the workbench were the Tools were used.

Later when Soldier Sam removed the thieves from the shop premises he called up Sarina immediately.
 
“Sarina, I made a big mistake!! You are the right person for the job—I was wrong, you are hired!!”
 
“Maybe you were too quick to judge me Soldier Sam.' Sarina responded. “I have proven my skills and now we are partners.
 
“You will never be missing any Tools again, I can promise you that!!”
 
 
"The newest prospect has the potential to be a tremendous partner, and this latest episode includes valuable provisions that allow us to leverage this small, untested but extremely talented future of the programme" he said. “The large demand for for these services is a testament to its highly innovative design, and this opportunity will allow us to greatly increase our dream goal ambitions.”
 
"Overall, post evaluation interviews of prospect revealed a high regard & level of interest for the operational capability demonstrated by the "Little Buddy" he said in statement to an unidentified source.
“We are practicing that phone call now.. We are tossing some ideas around it with people familiar with situation of having both options. When it's ready, then we will compare that to what we have available, compare it to keeping existing personnel, compare it to what it would take to replace it with new prospect, and we will work through that process,” he told reporters.
 
He went on to explain that he was, broadly speaking, exploring ways to achieve, preserve & sustain satisfaction in potential long-term, high-end engagements, adding that considerations about a replacement prospect figured prominently in the strategic status updates surrounding these issues. Both Physical features & inner character intangibles will also be a very large part of the equation when it comes to making determinations about potential replacement, he explained. "The question is exactly where is the sweet spot as we talked about between what's available now and what the optimum replacement would be. We are working along that continuum to see exactly what the requirement is in terms of performance & talent, the attributes we need to be able to do the mission, he added.
 
“So is that a sure thing? No,” he says. “Do we see that the opportunity is real & we think that there is a real future for this thing so someday it could be a profitable line of pursuit for the organisation? I'll have to say the answer is yes or we wouldn't have made the decisions to go ahead and take some pressure on to really take that final step and bring this thing forward in a very real & credible way.”
 
"During that time period we might not have authority to execute any advanced access to prospect for the programme,” he said. "This could put pressure on our ability to meet currently tight schedule for getting the first prospect episode to enter service and complete evaluation & testing in time to support on-time service goals. The longer we operate under constraints, the greater this impact might be on overall risk to retention making it nearly impossible to move forward,” he said at a recent conference. “There have been discussions on unique ways to drive down timelines and we are exploring every opportunity whether it’s in swift advancement, whether it’s in how prospect is appreciated… to try and find the right solution."
 
“It is very similar to what is playing out with other prospects to some degree. There is a desire to move toward an agreeable solution." he said in an interview. He added that there are no distinct lines in the sand yet for prospect categories, but generally we are looking at all options. "You’ve got to be a little bit of a futurist and be in it for the long haul and say, ‘several years from now, we might be able to do that,’” he said. There are some penalties we have incurred for doing this with only one prospect If you tried to do that under most circumstances it would be terrible. Prospect attributes are informing our initial performance designs, informing what we need for our progress. We have good indicators that show we are in striking distance of doing that,” he said.
 
 As the Daylight hours on Sarina's Holiday were soon to slip away, the wait grew long for Sarina on the desert floor. What had once been stifling heat was now becoming somewhat bearable with sundown approaching. As near as Sarina could figure, she had been on the ground for a little over an hour, but it had seemed more like 8 hours.
 
After securing her Holiday evasion camp, Sarina went to work, pulling out the GPS to get a fix on her location. Relaying her exact position using the GPS coordinates would be crucial to any rescue mission. The challenge would be to relay her position to the rescue team without revealing her location to opposing forces who would invariably be listening to her non-secure voice communications.
 
Ordinarily, this would be a huge obstacle to overcome; however, once again, fate smiled on Sarina. During her pre-mission briefs, pilots like Sarina are provided a coordinate to use as a frame of reference when communicating with their standard non-secure radios on the open airwaves in the event of a shootdown.
 
Sarina used this coordinate to relay her ground position by transmitting her heading, direction, and distance. Since any bad guys listening in did not know the exact coordinates, even if they overheard the radio communications, they would not be able to pinpoint her location.
 
Sarina turned on her radio and was pleased to find it working. She thought, "God bless those Support Guys that keep our gear in good working condition. I'm buying them all drinks when I get back ... if I get back."
 
Sarina's attention then turned to dialing in the predesignated emergency frequency. The first friendly voice Sarina heard was that of an another pilot in the vicinity. The position was relayed the with explicit instructions not to break radio silence again until Sarina was contacted and her identity was authenticated.
 
These directions would prove important to Sarina's remaining safely hidden from any hostiles in the area who might be listening in. Sarina's coordinate information was relayed to airborne control platform operating in the area, crucial in providing key command and control information for the rescue effort.
 
Within minutes, Sarina could hear the thunderous sound of air support in the distance. When they got within couple miles of Sarina's coordinates, the team worked to covertly pinpoint her exact location, without giving it away to hostile forces.
 
As the support aircraft made a pass, the team looked for ground and air threats. What they saw as they popped over a nearby hill would make them glad they had stuck to standard rescue-and-recovery protocols.
 
The situation was worse than had been imagined. There was a ground radar site south of Sarina's evasion base. A couple of miles away, there were heavily armed hostile ground forces parked at a refueling station. They, undoubtedly, were looking for the downed pilot. The air support pilots knew the stakes had just been raised for the rescue mission. This would be far from a permissive extraction environment.
 
The air support left the area to contact the control system with their latest reconnaissance information. With the rescue team at least an hour away at this point, they didn't want to loiter in the area and risk giving away Sarina's position.
 
They did, however, need to remain close enough to keep an eye on the nearby hostile ground element in case they managed to locate her.
In the event of that occurring, the air support would put down strafing fire to defend Sarina's position. The team would have to work fast to get her out before being found by the hostile forces.
 
Even though the radio was now silent, just knowing the air support were close by gave Sarina a small sense of comfort. While she waited, Sarina did her best to keep hydrated. When she drifted into consciousness, Sarina would force herself to drink a few sips of water.
 
Sarina had hoped she would be rescued quickly but was prepared to settle in and wait it out. She knew those guys were good at what they did, and if anyone could get her out, they could.
 
Eventually, Sarina was rescued and had a wonderful remainder of Holiday before she would be tasked with another mission the next day.
 

 
 
“The Fascinating Story of the “Ramblin’ Rampage”: Why the Rams Logo was Feared Across All Oceans”


Soldier Sam was filled with a curiosity to visit Rams Stadium, and especially to discover whether there was any shore to the ocean by which he lived.

So having been assigned a ship with all the latest technology, Soldier Sam strengthened it for a voyage, that he knew would without doubt be long and stormy. Then he chose Sarina to accompany him about the choppy seas, Sarina having the same love of adventure as himself, and with a store of provisions and bourbon we set on board.

All this being done, Sarina and Soldier Sam set sail. For many days the companions voyaged on deep waters and in strange seas. At times the wind was fair and gentle, and at others it blew so hard that the sea rose in a terrible manner.

One day there came a violent whirlwind which twisted the ship about, and, lifting it into the air, carried it upward into the sky, until it reached the Moon. There Sarina and Soldier Sam disembarked and visited every bourbon establishment on the Moon.

They took part in a fierce drinking battle between themselves; and, after many other wonderful adventures, they departed from Moon Land, and sailing through the sky, visited the Morning Star. Then the wind dropping, the ship settled once more upon the sea, and they sailed on the water.

One morning the wind began to blow vehemently, and Sarina and Soldier Sam were driven by storm for days. The comrades set forth from the islands that lay in the seas thereabouts. Once they reached Los Angeles they knew their ship was going to be put under a protocol for deep maintenance to dig out all the inner part of them and renovate the masts and sails.

Sarina and Soldier Sam had to confront many Pirates on the way to Los Angeles. The Pair fought for some time, eventually gaining the advantage, until they soon saw no more coming in their direction.

Sarina ordered Soldier Sam to set all sails; and they departed with speed.

As soon as the Pirates were out of sight, Sarina set herself to tuning the Radio and ordered Soldier Sam to keep watch. And from that time Sarina and Soldier Sam were searching for any sign of Rams Radio Broadcasts they could pick up, approaching the shore but, not knowing when another strange pirate ship might come upon them.



The first battles were over, but Sarina and Soldier Sam’s win didn't feel as good as expected. They had beaten the first pirates, but the Rams Logo carved into the bow of their ship had been blown to smitherines in the fight.

Sarina was the most feared pirate on the Coast of California. She had the biggest and fastest ship, manned by the strongest, most loyal crew, namely, Soldier Sam. The treasures Sarina discovered, stole, and buried were of legendary value. She was living every pirate's dream, until now.


 

The Rams Logo was a symbol of strength among pirate ships. Each ship had a unique carving standing boldly on the front of it. This Rams Logo not only helped others identify the Sarina from afar, but it also expressed the power she held.

Sarina was known by all in the sea for two reasons: that Rams Logo and Soldier Sam. There was no doubt the ship was sturdy and powerful, but not known to the other pirates, it wasn't the best ship ever made. Now, in its damaged condition, the Rams Logo threatened to be the downfall of Sarina and Soldier Sam.

It would seem to an outsider that Sarina could simply get a new Rams Logo and attach it to the ship. However, Sarina knew that would be a big mistake. The Rams Logo had been destroyed in battle. If Sarina replaced the Rams Logo, it would look like she was trying to cover up the fight rather than boast about her win.

Even so, Sarina and Soldier Sam would have to find a new Rams Logo and fast to maintain their pride. As soon as word of her state spread, other pirate Captains would be looking to seize the opportunity to challenge the Ramblin’ Rampage” as Sarina and Soldier Sam’s ship was named.
 
If Sarina didn't come up with a new figurehead soon, she would lose credibility, respect, and her treasures! A pirate's journeys were full of wild, mysterious creatures and dangerous sailing conditions. Surely, there must be one thing left that all sailors fear to be used as his new figurehead. And that show of strength was the Rams Logo.

Sarina wasted no time. First, she asked Soldier Sam for ideas.

Soldier Sam was sold on the importance of the Rams Logo, but did come up with an idea: “Everyone Respects Burger King” he offered.

Sarina laughed at Soldier Sam’s  ridiculous idea. A Whopper wasn’t nearly frightening enough. Back in her cabin, Sarina stared out the porthole. The skies were unusually clear, and the waters abandoned of sea life. Sarina was searching for an idea, but the Skies didn't appear to want any involvement in giving her one.

After scouring the weapons, barracks, and sights from mission bay. Sarina, grew frustrated. Soldier Sam looked over the edge of the ship. A few small waves slapped against the side of the “Ramblin’ Rampage”.
 
“Just no other figurehead will work, Sarina” Soldier Sam concluded. “The Rams Logos stands above all in its Authority.

When a storm blows in, any Captain will get nervous, even if she'd never admit it. There is an uncertainty in the way of the water. It can creep up and overtake you or soak in slowly turn over a ship from the inside out.
 
Yes, what could be more feared than a Rams Logo? So, the ship Sarina so strongly named would now have a figurehead to match. All pirates feared the waters of the sea, and now they had Sarina to deal with.
 
Sarina opened her eyes and looked to the skies, but the bright sun forced them shut.
.
“We must get to that beach in time for the Rams Game." Sarina decided.
 
Sarina called out "Hello Rams Mascot? Earth to Rams Mascot!!” There was no answer. She scanned the beach from end to end. Rams Mascot was nowhere to be found.

That's right, Sarina remembered, Rams Mascot had taken on some extra duties at Rams Stadium. An  “Overtime Journey” they called it.

"Every Crew Chief, when he is done with his tour must be taken to Rams Stadium” Soldier Sam remarked.

"It's a tradition that's been followed for generations," added Soldier Sam.

Soldier Sam didn't understand why Sarina hadn’t taken him to Rams Stadium yet, seeing as she was clearly able to.
 
All Soldier Sam cared about was a day off from battleships to spend drinking bourbon at Rams Stadium.
 
Suddenly, both Sarina and Soldier Sam noticed a sound on the radar heard a rustling sound. The alert warning sign had been activated, but there were no pirates in sight. Something was moving toward them, but what?


When Soldier Sam was young he had strongly desired to be a pirate, and the reason for this was the absolute independence of that sort of life. Restrictions of all sorts had worked against him, and in his reading of the adventures of the bold sea rovers of the time, Soldier Sam had unconsciously selected those portions of a pirate's life which were attractive to him, and had totally disregarded all the rest.

In fact, Soldier Sam had a great desire to become what might be called a “Fightin’ Ram”. He would fight for anything that resulted in cash to build that new Rams Stadium. At that time it was only a dream.

Soldier Sam always wanted to be as free as a sea bird from any technical or leadership related jobs wherever he lived.
 
 
“I would retire to that island of Rams Stadium, in a beautiful LA Setting and would be known only to myself and to my crew, and there I would pass happy days in the company of my Bourbon, my works of art, and all the various treasures I had taken from the pirate vessels which I had overhauled.” Soldier Sam would always say.

Such was the notion of a pirate's life to Soldier Sam..” I would take no prisoners; the very sight of my Rams Logo  would be sufficient to put an end to all thought of resistance on the part of my adversaries, who would no more think of fighting me,
 
For this, Soldier Sam self-stamped the approval of his actions, finding the authorization necessary to advance the course of his ordinary life up to this point.



The first pirates who made themselves known in California waters were the famous buccaneers; these began their career in a very commonplace and unobjectionable manner, and the name by which they were known had originally no nautical basis.


Beginners in any trade or profession, whether it be the playing of football, the painting of pictures, or the pursuit of piracy, are often distrustful;  so it happened on  occasion with amateur pirates, and showed very plainly that they did not yet understand their business.



“Enjoy the fun and adventure of pirate stories, Soldier Sam!”. Sarina always encouraged him. Read about the famous pirate stories, about the legend of the old pirates in the history of naval warfare. Famous short stories help you Discover lives, and legends with only an internet subscription in a short, fun, easy to read format.
 
So it happened that many of the buccaneers could not divest themselves of the notions of good behavior to which they had been accustomed from youth. For instance, we are told of a captain of buccaneers, who, landing at a settlement on a Sunday, took his crew to an NFL football game.
 
As it is not at all probable that any of the buccaneering vessels carried football fans, opportunities of attending football games must have been rare. This captain seems to have wished to simply show that pirates at football games know what they ought to do just as well as other people.
 
It was for this reason that, when one of his men behaved himself in an improper and disorderly manner during the football game, this proper-minded captain arose from his seat and issued triple PT orders.



When Soldier Sam arrives at scenarios  almost on the point of despair, Sarina informs him of some action far away upon the still waters, a fierce battle to be waged for Sarina’s favour. Then, with a great jump, hope springs up in his heart.
 
Soldier Sam seized the oars and pulls in the direction of the distant craft. But when they were near enough, Sarina saw that the vessel was not a merchantman  piled with gold and treasure, but a ship of war waging the impossible fight to defeat the Rams.
 
Having to perform the duties of an entire crew, Soldier Sam often times requires a bottle of bourbon. Soldier Sam did not come out upon those waters only to attack ships of war, but, more than that, he had not come out to perish of thirst.
 
On the “Ramblin’ Rampage” Soldier Sam could be of no doubt that there was plenty of bourbon to drink when Sarina is the Captain.
 
 

 
 

​CHAPTER 1
 
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.
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..”
Screaming drill instructors, in our face, in our space, in my nightmares. Dread when we  incurred our Drill Instructors wrath. We know what it's like to fumble around trying to follow the simplest of orders, but be paralyzed with confusion and fear in the face of so much pressure and heat.
 
 
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.
 
Self-discipline/Teamwork.


Military Discipline is a state of order and compliance existing within a command. It involves the ready subordination of the will of the individual for the good of the group. Military discipline is an extension and specialized application of the discipline demands continuance  but reasoned compliance that preserves initiative and functions unfalteringly even in the absence of the commander. Discipline is created within a command by instilling a sense of confidence and responsibility in each individual.

Discipline demands correct performance of duty. The need for discipline is best inculcated in individual by appealing to his sense of reason. In the few instances where appeal to reason fail, the use of punishment is effective in causing a recalcitrant individual to conform and perhaps appreciate the need for discipline. Condemnation and earned praise from senior to his subordinate, either individually or collectively, for tasks well done serve to strengthen the disciplinary bonds which bind together the smooth functioning team.
Tell me a little bit about your Training experience, Soldier Sam.
 
We really had to be aware about the tempo of our exercises. Sometimes we had to move slowly. You never know what you could miss if you operate too fast. Sometimes we had to move quickly. Every second wasted destroys the element of surprise.
 
One of our destinations was bigger than the first, but not by much: It was a steppingstone to the outer solar system. There were. a lot of people there, way outnumbering us out in the dark and cold. Not a lot at all in the grand scheme of things. But it was a necessary stop along on our way.
 
 
I passed all the other courses that I took but I could never pass the minimum rifle standards. This was because all the other trainees had to spend a lot of time on a field range looking through a scope at distant targets, and I could never see through the crosshairs.. I never once could see anything that far away through the scope.
 
"I can't see anything," I would say.
 
Rams Mascot would begin patiently enough, explaining how anybody can see through a scope, but he would always end up in a fury, claiming that I could to see through a scope but just pretended that I couldn't.
 
"It takes away from the beauty of the target landscape anyway," I used to tell Rams Mascot.
 
We are not concerned with scenery in this course," Rams Mascot would say. "We are concerned solely with what I may call the mechanics of hitting that target."
 
"Well," I'd say, "I can't see anything."
 
"Try it just once again," Rams Mascot would say, and I would put my eye to the scope and see nothing at all, except now and again a sand dune rising about the desert--a phenomenon of maladjustment. You were supposed to see a vivid, restless clockwork of sharply defined targets.
 
"I see what looks like a lot of sand dunes," I would tell him.
 
This, Rams Mascot claimed, was the result of my not having adjusted the scope properly, so he would readjust it for me, or rather, for himself. And I would look again and see just the sand dunes.
 
Suddenly, as it did for all the others, a target leaped from the edge of the landscape, trying to jump into my crosshairs. Almost, the target seemed to touch my field of view and then started to be in focus in my view. Then I fired. I finally hit that target..
 
Anything else you want to tell me, Soldier Sam?’
 
Yes, Sarina. It goes a little something like this.
 
“You can do more than anyone to justify our future goals if we can get this right because I have to be motivated to go to work in the morning”
 
 
TOUR SITE SCENES
“What a Wild Ride!” 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had arrived at the North Pole!!
 
We all think Santa Claus has it easy. He’s got world fame and popularity, and he only has to work one day of the year. It sounds great, doesn’t it? Well, think again. Santa is actually one overworked guy. He runs his workshops around the clock to get enough toys made for all the kids in the world every year. And with populations growing exponentially, demand is continually increasing, but since he gives his toys away for free, he can’t exactly raise prices.
 
 
Wow! We are going to get a Tour of Santa’s office, where all the important Christmas decisions are made!
 
Sarina went to Santa’s office right away. The only colors were red and white. There was a fireplace, a chair and bookshelves with the same Santa suit and a desk. I looked on the desk and saw a snow globe. I saw a list too. It was the naughty and nice list. Sarina was on the nice list. When I was done looking there, I went to the workshop.
 
After seeing Santa’s office, let’s check out another part of the North Pole—Where all the Work gets done. This is were the magic happens!
 
Sarina wanted to visit the sleigh. The sleigh was huge and wide. It had a bag full of toys. It was bright red and, guess what, another naughty or nice list. It was decorated with white icing. It had a built-in laptop and iPod in it. I was the luckiest person on earth because I got to visit Santa’s workshop. The stuff I saw were awesome, and it was the most wonderful experience I had.
 
 
Sarina had just finished putting the last coat of shiny red paint on a bicycle she built for Santa’s Workshop.
“Wow! That one really shines!” Sarina said.
But her smile quickly vanished as she saw the bike-testing elves through the window, speeding up and down the heated bike paths.
“I sure wish I could test bikes, too,” Sarina said to Soldier Sam.
“Emergency! Emergency!” blared Santa’s electronic North Pole Frosty-Weather-Reader-Meter.
“Due to super fierce Arctic snowstorms and extreme cold, no planes, trucks, or ships can make it up to the North Pole.”
 
Sarina hopped off her bike and walked up the long path that led to the Gingerbread House. Right away she was ushered inside by Santa Claus.. "Sarina,, I'm so glad you came. The last place I saw Soldier Sam was in the Elves’ Shop. I suspected that would be your first question." Santa said
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have a Holiday Mystery for You to solve. Announced Santa.
 
“Oh, Santa. I’m great at Solving Mysteries! Maybe Soldier Sam could help too. What’s your problem, Santa?” Sarina asked.
 
Santa sure did have a mystery that no one at the North Pole could solve.
 
An Advertising Firm lands a huge contract to make Christmas the most popular holiday. The main character is acting differently on the outside than they feel on the inside. They don’t understand a Holiday tradition. 
 
 
 
"We're putting Sarina on the Christmas List" said Santa. "We ought to have some system to find Stars like Sarina"
 
Santa took a call on his Smart Phone, then swung back to Soldier Sam.
 
"But how did you ever get mixed up with this Sarina, Soldier Sam?” asked Santa You show up here, and clearly she seems quite out of your league"
 
"Well, I thought--" started Solider Sam.
 
"Why doesn't she kick it with someone who has more class than you?" continued Santa. "Getting all your dreams stirred up.”
 
Energy flowed back into Soldier Sam. He recognized his signal, his only opportunity..
 
"Well, I got you a Christmas Target for one of your Chimneys didn't I?" Soldier Sam said, with a bit of confidence.
 
Santa took a look at Sarina. “Sarina, do you care at all about Christmas?” he asked.
 
“I guess,” answered Sarina. “If the activity in interesting enough.”
 
“Hey Santa, take us to the North Pole's post office. I bet Soldier Sam and I will find a clue there to Solve your mystery.
 
 
“What’s your plan for Sarina on Christmas Day if I deliver both of you a present?” Santa inquired.
 
"Oh God," Solider Sam said, his brain was scrambling for an idea. "What do I have to answer that for, Santa?"
 
Santa leaned forward intensely.
 
"Soldier Sam, you're sitting over a trap door!" Santa challenged him. "Do you see how the floor is cut? I just have to press this button and drop you down straight into outer space! Will you talk?”
 
Soldier Sam was on his feet, staring at the floor.
 
Ok, Sarina and Soldier Sam. I’ll take you to the North Pole's Post Office Maybe you will find a clue to solve this mystery. Just be on your best behavior.
 
You are a Guest at the North Pole. You will learn many useful things about our Operation that will be sure to help you on any mission you might find yourselves on in the Future.
 
 
Visit of the North Pole's post office
 
I hope you are enjoying your visit of the North Pole so far. There are still so many things to discover! Your Christmas tree is beautiful! I am tempted to take it to the Green Pine Tree Forest... it would fit right in! Today, we will be visiting a very important piece of the North Pole, the post office. This is where all the letters sent to Santa arrive. We receive millions of letters each week. Have you ever written to Santa? He loves reading your letters as he sits by his fireplace. Santa will give you special Christmas paper. Use it to write your letters to Santa. When you are done, just drop them in your Christmas mailbox. I will deliver them to Santa for you. P.S. Santa really loves colourful drawings!
 
“Hey, Santa!” Look Soldier Sam! Look at that Orange Box sitting under the Christmas Tree. What could possibly be in the Orange Box?”
 
“Why don’t you open the Orange Box up, Sarina. Maybe it has something you are looking for!”
 
“Ok, Santa. Come over here and check out this Orange Box with me, Soldier Sam!” Sarina was so excited. They opened the Orange Box together.
 
Look Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed. “It’s the Clue we have been looking for. I just knew we would find something at this Stop on the North Pole Tour!”
 
 
Hammer
 
I’m sure Santa has all the latest 3D printers and robotic technology to save on an elf-based workforce and make his workshop more efficient. But there are some jobs you just can’t trust a machine to do properly. And that’s why every elf knows their way around a toolkit. A good hammer is essential.
 
What a Great North Pole Tour you took me and Soldier Sam on, Santa. Now we have the clue to solve your mystery!” Sarina was so happy.
 
“Yes Sarina” Santa appreciated Sarina’s Smart Detective Work. Merry Christmas to you and Soldier Sam from all of us at the North Pole!”
 
North Pole Mystery #1An Advertising Firm lands a huge contract to make Christmas the most popular holiday. The main character is acting differently on the outside than they feel on the inside. They don’t understand a Holiday tradition. 
Sarina and Soldier Sam seized the Reindeer as he rounded the corner by the Gingerbread House.
 
'Hey, I got a pass!' the Reindeer protested, 'Good until Christmas--signed by Santa.'
 
“Santa specially wants to see you” said Sarina.
 
Here it was then—that Reindeer would be barred from the lot.
 
'We could knock you out for not promoting Christmas!' shouted Sarina. Everyone here has to promote Christmas. It’s what our firm does. It’s why we were brought here.”
 
 'But we couldn't recover...'
 
'What's one take?' demanded the Reindeer. 'You can use another.'
 
'No we can't--the camera jammed. And this morning Santa took a plane to Los Angeles for a Legitimate Photo-Op on Hollywood Boulevard.
 
'Cut the scene,' suggested Sarina -and then on inspiration, 'I bet I could fix it for you.'
 
'You fixed it, all right!' Santa assured Sarina. 'If there was any way to fix it back I wouldn't have sent for you.'
 
Santa paused, looked speculatively at the Reindeer. His buzzer sounded and a secretary's voice said 'Reno the Reindeer.
 
'Send him in.'
 
This Reindeer was a big star where he come from and the glance he bent upon Soldier Sam was not kindly.
 
Soldier Sam offered the Reindeer a bottle of Bourbon.
 
But there was some other element besides anger in it and Soldier Sam shifted doubtfully as the Reindeer regarded him with almost impersonal curiosity--as if he were a candidate for Mrs. Claus’ frying pan.
 
 
The Reindeer rose hurriedly and took a step toward the door, but Sarina seized him and faced him around.
 
'Let's hear you talk. Tell us why you are not promoting Christmas,' Sarina demanded.
 
'You can't beat me up,' the Reindeer insisted. 'You knock my head out and I'll turn all the other Reindeer against you.”
 
There was a pause.
 
'What do you think about this, Mr. Reindeer?” Soldier Sam challenged.
 
'He can't talk,' said Sarina.
 
'You damn right I can talk!' said the Reindeer.
 
 
'We can dub three or four lines,' continued Sarina, 'and nobody'll know the difference. Half the guys you get to play Reindeer can't talk.
 
The point is this one's got the Star goods and the camera will pull it out of his face too.'
 
Soldier Sam nodded.
 
'All right, Mr. Reindeer--you're an actor. You can promote Christmas for our advertising film. You've got to play the part this Blitzen had.
 
Only a couple of scenes but they're important.” affirmed Sarina. “ You'll have papers to sign with North Pole Central Casting and you can report for work this afternoon.'
 
'What is this!' the Reindeer demanded. 'I'm not here for that--'
 
'The character you play is called "Reno Reindeer",' continued Sarina. She explained why it was necessary for the Reindeer to continue his impromptu appearance he just did recently.
 
The scenes which included Santa had been shot first, so he could get back to working on his Naughty or Nice List.
 
But in the filling out of the skeleton it was necessary to show how Santa reached all the Chimneys in the World , and what the Reindeer did after Santa dove from the sleigh.
 
Having appeared in the shot with Santa, Reno Reindeer must appear in half a dozen other shots, to be taken before Christmas.
 
'What kind of compensation is it?' Mr. Reindeer inquired.
 
'We were paying Rudolph 100 a day--wait a minute Reno--but I thought I'd pay you your last writing price, for the week.' Sarina said
 
'How about my reputation?' objected Mr. Reindeer.
 
'I won't answer that one,' said Soldier Sam. 'But if Donner can act and Blitzen and Comet and Dasher and Prancer and the rest, I guess it won't ruin you.'
 
Sarina was calm and cool.
 
'Can you let me have it on account,' asked Reno Reindeer, 'because really I earned that yester--'
 
'If you got what you earned yesterday you'd be in jail.” Sarina said plain. “And you're not going on any bat. Here's 50 and that's all you see for a week.'
 
'How about my Sleigh, it’s better than the one Santa’s got right now-' Mr. Reindeer offered.
 
'To hell with your Sleigh, Mr. Reindeer.' Soldier Sam made that decision.
 
 
 
 
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 and Solider Sam were focused on 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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 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.
 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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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.
 
 
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!
 
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
 
 
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.
 
 
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!"
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
Landings can be fairly gentle to surprisingly rough, it’s all normal and the rougher landings can be intentional.
 
ORANGE VALENTINES #1
 
“Play Time at Syracuse Zoo”
 
The Flight through Space was finally complete. The Starship bolted down from the sky and landed in New York.
 
Cupid was there on the Tarmac to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Cupid called out. “Welcome to Syracuse!”
 
“Thanks Cupid” Sarina replied.
 
“Isn’t there a Big Orange Basketball Game Tonight?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“There for sure is an Orange Game tonight. But first I have a Place to show you guys?” said Cupid.


Cupid was a Legend at Syracuse. It was in Fact one of his favorite places to be. To work his Magic.
 
Cupid seems to innately grasp how people are feeling and what their intentions and struggles are. In his near-human like form, Cupid is deeply supportive and determined to help others and improve the world. 
 
 
Once upon a time, one of the crew sitting in the assembly said, “I will leap and grab Cupid’s Arrows and I will shoot them myself.” Everyone mocked him and said, “Are you crazy? Have you seen yourself compared to Cupids stature? He is much bigger than you, he will crush you easily.”
 
 
Let’s get on our way to our Pre-Game Event, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid instructed.
“This is quite a place. Cupid added.
“Let’s do a little Preview before we get to the site, Cupid” Sarina suggested.
“Hop in my Ride, you two. I have a couple of questions about your Flight.before we get to the Tour Site” Cupid responded.
 
Well it was something like this, said Sarina. “I had been on a flight back to our station after visiting a distant planet when we had hit some strange turbulence causing us to crash right into the ocean. At least I thought we crashed into the ocean. 
 
In such a situation, Soldier Sam asked me, “Sarina, why do you think this latest attack was done by our adversaries?”
 
“If you had read the information from the other jets carefully, you would have known. Those jets had been on our tail ever since we took off. Sarina had responded.
 
When Soldier Sam further investigated I began to realise that he needed my help accomplishing even the smallest matters required to complete the Starship mission. But I was always willing to help him out.”
 
Cupid’s Ride was zigging and zagging though Syracuse Traffic.
 
Here we are at the Mystery Spot for our Tour, Sarina and Soldier Sam” announced Cupid. “I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of Questions.
 
“We’re ready, Cupid” shouted Sarina. “Let’s Check it out!”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “Let’s get this party started, Cupid!!”
 

“What is this place, Cupid?” asked Sarina.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



Welcome to Syracuse Fans Zoo Camp, Sarina and Soldier Sam. Why shouldn’t we have as much fun as everyone else at zoo camp? Asked Cupid.
 
 Join us for programming exclusive to a Cuse Fan audience! Enjoy arts and construction activities making enrichments, meeting Zoo ambassadors and more!

“Are there many kinds of Life here?” Sarina asked.

“There certainly are,” replied Cupid.
 

“What about Sports Mascots?” Soldier Sam asked.

“There are many Sports Mascots at the Syracuse Zoo,” Cupid explained. “But none more prominent than Syracuse’s Very Own, Orange Mascot!
“He is here at the Zoo right now, and will also be at the Cuse Game Tonight, of course,” added Cupid.

At one point, a group of Sports Mascots with brightly coloured clothes and huge heads passed in the opposite direction.
 
“Wow, Sarina exclaimed! “I had no idea there were so many Sports Mascots here at Syracuse Zoo!”
 
There is also cutting edge technology here at Syracuse Zoo to enhance your educational experience,” Cupid explained.
 
“Check out what is the latest technology we have developed.
 
Virtual reality: Credit goes to Syracuse for envisioning VR, complete with goggles. also imagining entry to a digital world, in a way that rings familiar today all over Syracuse
 
Virtual Reality is great for all sorts of things” Soldier Sam said excitedly. “Syracuse Zoo sure has a lot of Sports Mascots, but in this Virtual Reality Exhibit, it is possible to interact with every Sports Mascot in the world.”
 
 


Sarina was stunned by what Cupid had just said.
 
 
Cupid took Sarina and Soldier Sam on an Exploration that day where they had the opportunity to have conversation and throw a ball around with many different types of Sports Mascots.
 
“We even got to see the Stadiums where they work, but none of them are as great as Orange Stadium, of course, “ Sarina said to Soldier Sam.
 
The Syracuse Zoo has done an outstanding job building the Mascot Virtual Reality Center using all of the modern tools that you see all around the World,” Cupid was in awe too.
 
But no experience in the world could prepare Sarina and Soldier Sam to  get a bird’s eye view of what its like to be an Mascot engineer!

Cupid directed Sarina to check out a special Hologram at a reserved exhibit
 
Sarina took off running at this chance and Soldier Sam was not far behind here as they made like a bee line to see what Cupid had told them about.
 
What’s this Cupid? Sarina asked as she and Soldier Sam approached the Hologram.
Read it and see Sarina. It is a special clue about Valentines Day” Directed Cupid.
“Ok, Cupid. Lets See what it says” Sarina started reading the Hologram.
 
“I like the way you Roll!”
 
I'd be a monkey to make you mine
I'd climb a tree
Swing on a vine.
Get stung by bees,
Be my Valentine if you please!


“Unbelievable,” Sarina said.


“I just can’t believe it!” Sarina exclaimed. On Valentine’s Day. A special message just for me!”
 
“Here at his Day Job, Orange Mascot hangs out in a Nature Preserve with countless Orange Trees, a Lounge and a fantastic Splash Pool with an Orange Slide, Cupid told Sarina and Soldier Sam.

“Orange Mascot Slides into the Splash Pool frequently, to the delight of all the Cuse Fans here at the Syracuse Zoo” Cupid added.

“Will we get the chance to ride down the Slide with Orange Mascot too today” asked Sarina.

“You will indeed,” Cupid replied
 
It's amazing what construction capabilities Syracuse Zoo has at its disposal” commented Soldier Sam.
“I have seem many engineering feats all around the world, but no one is better at  constructing a more grand exhibit than this where Orange Mascot is having so much Fun” added Soldier Sam.
 
“Yeah, Soldier Sam.” Sarina smiled. “You can even Test your building skills using seemingly ordinary materials that transform into the most high tech anywhere in the world!”
 
“Go ahead, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” instructed Cupid “Immerse yourself in an elevated Orange experience guaranteed to inspire your inner Cuse Camper.
 Sarina is even tall enough to go on the slide by now” Cupid laughed.
Join Orange Mascot as you  explore the zoo, play games, and meet Orange Mascot up close! Topics will vary each day!
 
 

“Why didn’t we see Orange Mascot when we first entered Syracuse Zoo?” asked Sarina.

“Because Orange Mascot wanted to be the center of attraction. Cupid replied. As you can see, all the Roads at the Zoo lead to this exhibit. Orange Mascot is the Star of the Show!!” 

Sarina and Soldier Sam finally had the chance to meet Orange Mascot in true elemental form. They all slipped down the Orange Slide and all the other Cuse Fans at the Zoo Cheered.

“The oranges on the trees taste delicious” Soldier Sam registered his approval.


Cupid set up a picnic bench for Sarina and Soldier Sam to rest on. There would still be much more activities that day for all of them, and they needed to conserve their energy.
 
 
“Wow, Cupid, that was quite a Tour!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
“It sure was” Soldier Sam had a great time too.
 
“We have some time to burn before the Game. Let’s stop by this Bar” suggested Cupid.
 
“By the way, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” Cupid remembered something. “You told me about your flight.  But I forget to ask, did you two go on any adventures during your Pit Stops?”
 
 
Our Starship had just cleared the pattern in its climb to another Galaxy when Soldier Sam said, “OK, we can land now.” Sarina recalled.
 
With my newly minted pilot’s license in hand, I had wanted him to be my first non-instructor passenger” explained Sarina.
 
I’d planned to circle the Planet before coming back to land.” Sarina continued.
 
 I reminded Soldier Sam of this, and I’ll never forget what Soldier Sam said, way back at the beginning of our interstellar journey.”
 
“I’m not here to explore the universe, Sarina” Soldier Sam had said. “I just wanted you to know that I have confidence in you and will always support whatever you decide to do.”
 
 
'Once--' Soldier Sam said,'—once I went to a Cuse Game. Actually, it’s were Sarina and I first met. They were her tickets.
 
'Sure you did!' said Cupid. 'That was years ago.
 
 
'Well I got you a Valentine, Sarina,' said Cupid. I almost couldn’t find one for you . This type of Valentine was in high demand on the market.'
 
“Oh, Cupid, Thank You!!” Sarina exclaimed. “Look at this Soldier Sam, now we have front row seats for the Orange Game tonight, this will be so Exciting!!
 
 
From his seat at the bar, Soldier Sam issued a proposal:
 
'I’m Ready to go! Lets get out of this Bar and get to the Game, Pronto!'
 
 
'All right,' Sarina said. “Pay for our drinks, Soldier Sam.'
 
 
“Cupid’s First Orange Game Experience”
 
 
PART 1
 
 
It absolutely was an Orange Hoops game on Valentine’s Day. It was a chilly night after the glowing orange sunlight had set down for the night. Cupid was gaining anticipation of what was likely to be a cutting edge experience. Cupid was likely to see his first Orange Hoops game.
 
Cupid’s first trip to Orange Stadium was an experience that will form a long lasting impression on myself. Having performed on a very recreational team and having the experiences of playing on a court in the park, it truly is nothing when compared with what Cupid would found the first time.
 
 
Even as Sarina and Soldier Sam approached Orange Stadium with Cupid and parked the car, they strolled closer to the entrance from the stadium.
 
The seats were courtside and it was  exhilarating for Cupid  to know he was in the same building that had built all those seasons of Orange Hoops, the best organization in the world.
 
 
“Remember that we were given a project on the stadium, well not exactly. Cupid recalled.”We had to build something else based on the Greatness of Syracuse. Come up with an adventure or something.
“If you remember there was a rumour from the Starship crew, that the person who first saw the stadium court would get a prize”, Sarina told Soldier Sam.
 
“At the beginning, everyone was thinking of making some kind of model. Later we decided to come up with Orange Stadium! Our team comprised both of you and me” Cupid recalled.
 
“We aren't chumps, Cupid, and if anyone in our group is a chump, it's you!”, Sarina shouted.
 
“Fine then”, Cupid said, “I guess you are a pair of loud mouths”.
 
“No we aren't”, Soldier Sam promptly replied. “Well we might have been trafficked secretly to Syracuse Nation!”,
 
“Think Sarina, we built a lake next to the stadium with the rock on the edge of it and I put Orange Mascot in the lake so when I was in the lake sitting on the rock I could see him.
Orange Mascot was hungry because you didn’t give him any food”, Soldier Sam,” Sarina said.
“On the other hand you were in the Stadium Parking lot.

“What about the Mascot? Did we leave Orange Mascot in the stadium, Cupid?”, Sarina inquired.
 
“I’ve got a great idea!” Sarina exclaimed. “Soldier Sam and I should get a photo with Orange Mascot. Then we could prove we were here and have a lasting memory.
 
“Hey, Cupid,” Soldier Sam wanted to get his attention. “Could you snap a pic of Me and Sarina with Orange Mascot? That would be awesome!”
 
“Of course, Soldier Sam” Cupid replied. Just find Orange Mascot and I will be over to take the shot of you and Sarina.”
'Will you turn your face a little to the light?' Cupid said politely. 'There, that's fine. You won't mind staying in that light will you? Just to snap sone Mug Shots for a while?
 
 
Becoming a better photographer has much less to do with the camera you use and much more to do with things like the camera settings you use, lighting, framing, composition, and the like.
 
 
“Hey Sarina, we got that picture with Orange Mascot! All the lighting was great and we were posed perfectly. Isn’t it great we were able to find Orange Mascot and he was so accommodating?”
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam” Sarina answered. I thought for a moment Cupid was going to lose his mind trying to operation the photo function on my phone. He had never operated anything like that before.”
 
“The game is about to start Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?
 
“I know you have been following it closely and I really don’t have a clue about what the Orange have faced so far this year, Soldier Sam continued. “How are they doing?”
 
“Sure Soldier Sam,” Sarina was glad to show off her knowledge of Cuse Hoops. “There have been a lot of developments so far this year.
 
The Orange are not great. You could easily detail several close-but-no-cigar games for Syracuse in ACC play. “But Cuse has gotten everything out of themselves that we could ask of them this year."
“We’re just not quite good enough. That’s the Bottom line. But we’ll keep playing.”
Coming it to the game, the Tar Heels believed they knew enough about Syracuse’s zone defense. The Tar Heels had watched a sufficient amount of film. They saw gaps worth exploring, open space on the perimeter worth exploiting.
In fantasy land, the Orange are still in the ‘under consideration’ list. If Syracuse wins out and then wins a pair in the ACC Tournament, that would move put them back into NCAA tourney consideration.
Soldier Sam scrutinized Sarina again.
 
'A Drink at Orange Stadium?' Soldier Sam asked cautiously.
 
'Oh, no,' Sarina responded. 'Just the tickets'
 
Soldier Sam moved nearer and nodded.
 
'You should do it Soldier Sam” suggested Sarina. “We are going to see some of the best action at the Game tonight.”
 
“Are you serious? Asked Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina was hesitating between her description of Soldier Sam at the Cuse Game. But she knew what she was going to call it. She was going to call it Soldier Sam in the Dome.
 
 
 
 
CUSE GAME ACTION
 
 
 
 
 
It’s the Orange players playing Team Ball on the hardwood court . People getting so pumped when there’s two teams going up and down the floor, for Cuse to get a big stop on D or drop a dime on the fast break.
 
The Fans like seeing the Orange compete by motivating each other, running down the court, Slam Dunking, and the team making a 3 from beyond the arc.
 
It is the Cuse Student Section decked out in Orange all around me cheering for their team the whole game all that was most exciting because they want their team to win. They want to motivate their team so if they do not win at least they got the motivation to do good in their games.



A  high in volume cheer and a rush of excitement came from all of the crowd as another Slam Dunk was thrown down and then there we a couple of Triples drained from long range.
 
To me, seeing all the Orange in action was so much more excitement than I had every known. Just the verry special was it happened.  It was nothing less than pure excitement to watch all the action.
 
 
 
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!!

 
 
 

​CHAPTER 2
 
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.
 
Drill instructors forge recruits' identities as Starship Commanders. The Drill Instructors break us down, teach us how to follow orders and how to dress, speak and act like Starship Commanders. They teach us culture, heritage and traditions. The process creates a special bond, a love-hate relationship that recruits will remember for the rest of their lives.
 
 
 
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.
 
Combat skills/Physical Fitness
 
Physical strength is our ability to produce force against an object. It’s simply how hard we can push or pull on something. Strength determines if you can shoulder your rifle, rack the slide of your pistol, carry a heavy pack, push your truck through an intersection after it runs out of gas, or lift the wounded man off the ground and move him to safety. As the base of the responder hierarchy, physical strength dictates how we’re able to interact with the physical world around us.
 
Tactical aptitude is the ability to apply technical skill in a meaningful and efficient way to get a job done. Clearing a house, using situational awareness to avoid a potentially dangerous situation, and possessing the leadership ability to use the varied skill sets of multiple team members to complete a complex mission are all examples of tactical aptitude.
Tell me a little bit about your Training experience, Soldier Sam.
 
Another group movement was moving to the source of the flare. Our team has time to scope it out and rescue whoever needs help. Another way to accomplish the mission was to call in a team from a nearby base to check on it. If for instance we had another mission to complete.
 
The position of the flare loomed over our shuttle. We came up on the inside to dock, our crowded starship matching velocity to slide between the cables that kept the station in trim. I had no sense of acceleration. The universe seemed to be revolving around that source of the flare.
 
 
I finally took a deferred pass, as they called it, and waited until the next convoy and tried again. You had to pass one of the tasks or you couldn't graduate. Rams Mascot had come back from another assignment bright-eyed, and was determined  to explain rifle qualifications again to the new group.
 
"Well," Rams Mascot yelled at me, full of energy, when we met in the first training grounds of the course, "We're going to see the targets this time, aren't we?"
 
"Yes, sir," I said. The Trainees to the right of me and to left of me and in front of me were seeing targets; what's more, they were quietly scratching coordinates of them in their notebooks. Of course, I didn't see anything.
 
"We'll try it," Rams Mascot said to me, grimly, "with every adjustment of the rifle scope known to man. As God is my witness, I'll arrange this visual so that you see the targets through it or I'll give up being an instructor. In all the years of rifle qualification, I--"
 
Rams Mascot cut off abruptly for he was beginning to shake all over, and he genuinely wished to hold onto his temper; his scenes with me had taken a great deal out of him.
 
So we tried it with every adjustment of the scope known to man. With only one of them did I see anything but blackness or the familiar opacity, and that time I saw, to my pleasure and amazement, a target, imposing at within my reach. This I hastily drew on my target.
 
Rams Mascot, noting my activity, came back from an adjoining group, his expression high in hope. He looked at my drawing notebook. "What's that?" he demanded, with a hint of amazement in his voice.
 
"That's what I saw," I said.
 
"You didn't, you didn't, you didn't!" Rams Mascot screamed, losing control of his temper instantly, and he squinted at the recording on my scope.
 
 
Rams Mascot snapped up. "That's your eye!" he shouted. "You've fixed the scope. so it’s clear to you now! You've drawn your eye!"
 
Just as I accepted what Rams Mascot was asking of me, I closed eyes for just a second. A strange force pulled my body from back to earth. It happened so fast, he only blinked one more time. Just as I thought, I was going to be catapulted into the ground and end up in pieces, I stopped and put that target on the ground, feeling like the best I could be.
 
 
Anything else you want to tell me, Soldier Sam ?’
 
Yes, Sarina. It goes a little something like this.
"We are transforming our capabilities and utilising everything available to achieve our team mission, but it all depends on your Love.”
 
 
SITE TOUR SCENES“The Special Gift for Mrs. Claus” 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had arrived at the North Pole!!
Come visit Santa in his North Pole Cabin where the fire is always warm and the memories last a lifetime! The Jolly One enjoys visits from all the ones that were good this year. See Santa while he works and prepares for the Big Night on Christmas Eve! Enjoy a distanced chat with the Big Red Guy and see the inside of where all the magic begins.
 
 
Wow! We are going to get a Tour of Santa’s office, where all the important Christmas decisions are made!
 
 
Sarina was wandering around the big building when she saw a door that had writing on it that said, “Santa’s office.” It looked interesting, so she walked into the room. Sarina saw a switch, so she turned it on. Sarina saw a desk and a chair right next to the desk. Sarina looked at the walls, and saw thousands of books.
 
 
After seeing Santa’s office, let’s check out another part of the North Pole—Where all the Work gets done. This is where the magic happens!
 
 
When Soldier Sam was in the workshop, he saw lots and lots of toys. The workshop was so big that millions of elves could fit in there! Soldier Sam saw a thing that smashed toys that were flat and a wrapping machine that wrapped all the presents, and tables that elves were sitting at. They were pounding nails and sawing wood.
 
One night after Santa’s Workshop closed, the elves were having hot chocolate as they decided what to give to each of their North Pole friends for Christmas.
“What can we give Mrs. Claus?” asked Sarina.
“We could get her Bourbon,” suggested Soldier Sam
“No, she already has that,” said one of the other elves. “Let’s get her a T-Shirt from Walmart.”
Sarina, who had been listening to the elves, said, “Those are all good ideas, but I bet Mrs. Claus would really like something you made for her yourselves.”
“Like what?” asked Soldier Sam.
Soldier Sam had lifted his head from the table. His eyes were open. A ringing noise pulled him from his land of dreams. Sarina rose from the Table and went to the partially opened door..
“Jingle, jingle.” There it was again.
 Sarina discovered the source of the noise that had awakened Soldier Sam.
It was a package from Walmart. “I guess we won’t have to worry about making a present for Mrs. Claus” laughed Sarina.
 
 
Detective Sarina, Soldier Sam’s partner, stood waiting as she made the call to Santa. "Okay, everything's set, Soldier Sam. Santa will be expecting you in a few minutes at the Gingerbread House." Detective Sarina said
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have a Holiday Mystery for You to solve. Announced Santa.
 
“Oh, Santa. I’m great at Solving Mysteries! Maybe Soldier Sam could help too. What’s your problem, Santa?” Sarina asked.
 
Santa sure did have a mystery that no one at the North Pole could solve.
 
 
You are in a bar when the person next to you says? “ Hey, Bartender, make it a double. It happened again. The detectives have been hired to investigate. " You can't resist and ask "What happened again?" 
'
 
'Come up to my office, Sarina” Santa said, 'I got something I'd like to talk over and something to show you--now that Soldier Sam isn’t listening.
 
But then Soldier Sam returned. “Here’s some things that helps you get excited about any North Pole Adventures you might have in the future”. Soldier Sam was being bold.
“See.. like a keychain, a passport holder, or a luggage tag could make you get excited about all the time you’ll be spending on the beach, even if you can’t take a break right now.”
 
Soldier Sam was already at the door to Santa’s Office and cast a look at Sarina as if for support. Sarina opened the door. Then, Solider Sam followed.
 
"Sit down, Soldier Sam." Santa instructed.
 
“Hey Santa, take us to the Green Pine Tree Forest. I bet Soldier Sam and I will find a clue there to Solve your mystery.
 
 
 
 
"That Sarina’s got talent, hasn't she?" said Santa, taking just a look at her. Her skills were so evident.  "She’ll go places. How'd you come to dig her up?"
 
Soldier Sam know he would have to come up with an explanation.
 
"Oh—Sarina came in my office to meet with me about some new football content." Soldier Sam didn’t admit how he had Spotted Sarina.
 
Sarina offered a quick explanation. “Oh, I just happened across Soldier Sam at the Bodega. I was shopping for Gingerbread Supplies and I saw him in the Liquor Aisle. He asked for some spare change to finance his bourbon escapade.”
 
Ok, Sarina and Soldier Sam. I’ll take you to the North Pole's Green Pine Tree Forest. Maybe you will find a clue to solve this mystery. Just be on your best behavior.
 
You are a Guest at the North Pole. You will learn many useful things about our Operation that will be sure to help you on any mission you might find yourselves on in the Future.
 
Visit of the Green Pine Tree Forest
 
Wow! Your sled is fantastic! I am sure we will have a wonderful trip. Our first stop will be the Green Pine Tree Forest. At the North Pole, we have a very special forest. All the pine trees are magical. When they grow, they are already decorated with lights, garlands, and other decorations. Santa told me you would love to decorate a tree. I left instructions so you can decorate your pine tree and fill it with plenty of colored ornaments. Before we do this again, I will admire your tree. I can't wait!
 
 
“Hey, Santa!” Look Soldier Sam! Look at that Orange Box sitting under the Christmas Tree. What could possibly be in the Orange Box?”
 
“Why don’t you open the Orange Box up, Sarina. Maybe it has something you are looking for!”
 
“Ok, Santa. Come over here and check out this Orange Box with me, Soldier Sam!” Sarina was so excited. They opened the Orange Box together.
 
Look Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed. “It’s the Clue we have been looking for. I just knew we would find something at this Stop on the North Pole Tour!”
 
Earmuffs
 
Earmuffs are an essential part of any factory site but there are other reasons why you need them in Santa’s workshop. It’s not only that you will be exposed to loud machinery as toys as manufactured, pressed, cut and glued. It’s not that it’s negative two-million degrees and you don’t want your ears to get frostbite. it’s because prolonged exposure to the Christmas carols that pump through the workshop every single day have caused many a Christmas elf to lose their minds, and you don’t want to be next.
 
What a Great North Pole Tour you took me and Soldier Sam on, Santa. Now we have the clue to solve your mystery!” Sarina was so happy.
 
“Yes Sarina” Santa appreciated Sarina’s Smart Detective Work. Merry Christmas to you and Soldier Sam from all of us at the North Pole!”
 
MYSTERY
 
You are in a bar when the person next to you says? “ Hey, Bartender, make it a double. It happened again. The detectives have been hired to investigate. " You can't resist and ask "What happened again?" 
 
It was a dark and quiet night at the North Pole. For some moments Mr. Reindeer failed to recognize his whereabouts. Then he saw that stars were out in the sky and that he was somewhere by himself.
 
Soldier Sam and Sarina were in a nearby bar finishing off a bottle of Bourbon at the time and Sarina realized that the bar would be closing soon. And then it all came back to her, that night when Rudolph got hit by an Elf testing a motorbike.
 
 
Just at that time the Reindeer heard the approach of the Motorbike..
 
As far as the Reindeer could determine he was all in one piece--but why out here and alone?
 
The Reindeer struggled to get up but found it was impossible and after a moment he let out a cry for help. For five minutes he called out at intervals until finally a voice came from far away; and assistance arrived. It was Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
'What is it Sir? A drop too much of Bourbon?' asked Sarina.
 
'Not a chance,' responded the Reindeer. 'I was in the Film Studio this afternoon. It was a lousy trick to go off and leave me in this ditch.'
 
'They must have forgot you in the excitement.' Suggested Soldier Sam.
 
'Forgot me! I was the excitement”. exclaimed the Reindeer “If you don't believe me then check out what score I got on!'
 
Sarina helped him to his feet.
 
'They will be upset,' the Reindeer explained. 'A Star like Me doesn’t get hit by a motorbike every day.'
 
'What's that? Did something happen?' asked Sarina.
 
'Well, as I heard,” Soldier Sam broke in. this guy was supposed to ride the motor bike at a bump and the bike turned over and ran you into the ditch.
 
“That’s what happened to Rudolph a while back I guess it happened again. Lightning struck twice.” Observed Soldier Sam.
 
 “I remember that” Sarina jumped in. “They had to stop shooting the score and they were really thrown for a loop.”
 
 
But for all his anger the Reindeer felt a certain fierce pride. He was Something in this set-up--someone to be reckoned with after years of inattention. He had managed to hold up the picture show once more.
 
Sarina tried to explain this to the Reindeer, but the Reindeer was hoping for Santa to come behind the curve in the road. Surly he would set this straight.
 
Worn out by the long jaunt over the back lot, Soldier Sam took a pint flask from his pocket and offered it to Sarina who declined. He did not offer it to the Reindeer, who was already in bad enough shape.
 
'Suit yourself, Sarina,' Soldier Sam said, “That’s more for me,” taking a big drink.
.
'Thanks a lot for offering me some of that bourbon” the Reindeer said sarcastically. “But I do not want any,' said the Reindeer with dignity.
 
The reindeer was suddenly alert. He had spotted a group of partygoers on their motorbikes like the one that knocked him into the ditch. They were in his marks now, Ready to pay them a lesson.
 
But then they moved off.
 
Watching the Reindeer’s  face, Sarina was rather touched and offered her support to catching the trouble makers, even if it meant hiring an expensive detective.
 
'We can go nearer,' suggested the Reindeer. 'We might get to that other parking lot. They're not using it—the pavilion is totally empty.'
 
On tip toe they started, Sarina in the lead, then Soldier Sam, then the Reindeer.  As they moved softly forward Soldier Sam saw some 'Lights' and stopped in his tracks.
 
Then, as a blinding white glow struck at their eyes and the voice shouted 'Let’s Go! We're rolling!' Sarina began to run, followed quickly by the Reindeer and Soldier Sam.
 
The noise from the Bikes suddenly ceased.
 
'Cut the scene' screamed a voice,
 
'What the living, blazing hell!' Sarina was shocked. It was Santa. To the Rescue.
 
From Santa’s angle something had happened on the Motorbike Schedule that was, for the moment inexplicable.
 
Those gigantic silhouettes from the motorbikes, all with Bells on, had danced across what was intended to be a road off  the main drag--they had blundered into Santa’s Trap.
 
The Reindeer had not only seen Santa—Santa, even more smart than an expensive detective had acted to trap the bikers in their tracks
 
Santa would put a stop to this, so that not even one of the Reindeers would ever experience trouble from bikers like that again!
 
 
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE
 
PART 1
 
It was Thanksgiving Day in New York City. Sarina and Soldier Sam had made plans to attend the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade, before returning to the Bronx to Create the Ultimate Feast and enjoy it while watching NFL Football.
 
Thanksgiving Day is here and that only means one thing in New York City. There’s nothing in the World quite like the Outrageous Fun of the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade. The Blockbuster Event is perfect for making great memories – and great photo ops!

The Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade is a fun way to get together with family and friends for a day out. Sarina had been planning to attend at least one parade this year with Soldier Sam and Sarina had been plotting about just exactly how to keep the Thanksgiving Day Holiday Celebration Day fun and stress free!



“Turkeys dressed up in Yankees uniforms has always had a kind of outrageous edge to it. And why should we change that? Both Sarina and Soldier Sam were against any changes to their plan. Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade is not your typical everyday parade, and it never was. It shouldn’t be. It can’t be.”
 
This parade was extremely popular not only with Sarina but also with Soldier Sam. Sarina and Soldier Sam even competed against each other to see who could come up with the best idea for a Float. Soldier Sam had built many floats for Sarina over the years and most of them won prizes. Sometimes Soldier Sam would remember that he still had some parts for these Floats stored in his tool garage.
 
Sarina was not allowed to play in the Garage because she would argue too much and she was too loud and disrupted Soldier Sam’s Workshop Conferences.


Sarina’s Thanksgiving Day Outfit was a magical find, and it has come to symbolize the importance of the Macys Day Thanksgiving Day Parade for all of New York, and the millions watching the broadcast throughout the entire world.
 
Soldier Sam spoke joyfully of going to the dollar store, picking up all the materials they would need to attend the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade.
 
“I can’t imagine a safer place to bring Sarina,” Soldier Sam said of the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade in New Yok City.
 
A resounding chorus of voices — from within the New York community and not — would agree with this general sentiment about the Macys Thanksgiving Day parades and Sarina. But in the days leading up to Thanksgiving, one tweet turned it into a bigger conversation.
 
The post asked parade participants not to commercialize Sarina Pride and to leave their outrageous floats in New Jersey.
 
Anyone who has been to a parade has likely seen the procession of outrageous floats. How Sarina-appropriate are the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade festivities? And why does this discussion hit a nerve for the whole city of New York?
 
“At some level this has always been part of a much larger debate of what Thanksgiving is. And the role Sarina plays in it.”
 
 
It was Soldiers Sam’s first parade in a while due his hectic work schedule but he was looking forward to taking part in this parade for the benefit of making Sarina a surprise. But Soldier Sam sometimes can’t keep up or march in time. While he is practising he gets lost and bumps into obstacles.
 
Sarina was worried Soldier Sam won’t get all his Floats made for the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade because he has so many job commitments already. Sarina volunteered to help and Soldier Sam rewarded her with a case of Bourbon. Perfect for keeping time!
 
Sarina finished off that Bourbon up and down and was bursting with excitement, for weeks leading up to the Thanksgiving Day Parade where she would march as the Representative of the Bronx.
 
“Stars like Sarina march at the front,” explained Soldier Sam, “and if we march smartly, we get a Big Thanksgiving Dinner.”
 
“Ooh!” said Sarina. “What are we going to have for Thanksgiving Dinner this year?”
 
“It’s a surprise,” answered Soldier Sam.
 
“That’s not fair,” said Sairna. “Please tell me.”
 
But Soldier Sam was insistent.  “It’s tradition, Sarina” he said. “Every Parade Superstar gets a surprise for Thanksgiving at the end of the Parade. Well, it might be a very special surprise that is once in a lifetime” Soldier Sam added.
 
But Sarina didn’t want a surprise. Sarina wanted to know NOW!
 

Sarina and Soldier Sam drank Bourbon before every Parade they went to over the course of a year, and today was no exception. And it was on the Mark! Sarina packs a picnic lunch. She packs the Pin Wheels, Sidewalk Chalk and of course lots of Miniature American Flags.

Sarina cannot find their Blanket to sit on in case they got tired of standing before the parade starts. Sarina always loses things. The blanket is not in the laundry basket or dryer. It is not in the closet, either.

She finally looks in her beach bag that she had not even used since their trip to the State Park during last summer. She sees the blankets folded in the bottom. Of course, the blankets are exactly where they should be.

Sarina was planning to show off her new smart looking outfit, the Yankees Jersey was perfect for an event that was sure to be lots of fun and also infused with measures of thanksgiving.
 
Sarina was almost ready. She just needs her sunglasses. She thinks they are on the table by the door. Or maybe they are in the Trophy Room. They could also be in her handbag. Sarina was exasperated.

Sarina and Soldier Sam were so excited they were going to the Parade!. They had decided to make a Lunch. First they needed to get a Sturdy Cooler to put the food in. Sarina wanted to make the sandwiches and all the Fixings and Soldier Sam wanted to gather up all the bottled water so they could stay Hydrated. They were on sale at the Bodega on the Corner!

After Sarina grabbed the Cooler -- one that rolls or slings over your shoulder -- and packed it with ice, ice pops, bottles of milk, juice boxes, bags of sliced fruit and cubes of cheese and sandwiches. And bottled water of course. Toss a box of crackers and a bag of pretzels in a canvas tote and you'll be set.

"What a pretty day!" said Soldier Sam.

“This is going to be an awesome Parade” Sarina was excited.

“I’m excited too” Soldier Sam laughed.
 
"The Parade is back, and we're excited to bring it back to the streets of New York City in its full form, in the way that audiences have grown to know and Love us," said Soldier Sam. "It's going to be a celebration of spectacle, a celebration of performance, a celebration of culture, a celebration of Love. “
 
Like I was telling my Crew” recalled Soldier Sam, “It's going to be a really exciting day, and we're really just glad to have the opportunity to bring it back to New York City in its true form."
 
 
 
New balloons will take flight, along with decked-out floats and a stacked lineup of music artists, Broadway favorites, marching bands, and more magical performances are in store for this year.
 
 
Sarina was curious. “Soldier Sam, do you know much about the 2021 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, including who's performing, how to watch, and everything in between?.
 
 
 "We've got a full show: 10 marching bands, 15 giant character balloons, 28 floats, 30-plus heritage balloons, and a whole host of performances," Soldier Sam told Sarina.
 
“There's a tremendous amount of time and dedication that's added to every detail of the Thanksgiving Day Parade” explained Soldier Sam. “Thanks to the talented Macy's Parade Studio team, who commit over 50,000 hours of labor to prepare, we're presented with a spectacular city sight come Thanksgiving morning.
 
“What are the new floats at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Solder Sam?” Sarina inquired.
 
“Well, answered Soldier Sam, “Macy's unveiled a total of six new floats this year, including a Heinz Gravy Pirate boat "floalloonicle," which according to my sources, is "part float, part 'balloonicle' or balloon-vehicle.  It has a typical float-like structure for the interior and stage, but the actual pirate ship itself is a balloon.”


Sarina ran upstairs to get dressed up. It was a Rockin’ Outfit and Soldier Sam admired Sarina’s selections from her closet.

Soldier Sam puts the cooler and all the other Parade Essentials in their Train Tote. He checks to make sure everything is there. Mickey, their dog, is ready too. That puppy sure loves going to Parades!

Soldier Sam is ready to leave. Where is Sarina? She knows he likes to arrive at the Parade before the crowds so they can be sure to get a Great Spot to see all the festivities right up close

The Crisp November day 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 a lot 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 Thursday off work for the Big Parade.

Sarina told Soldier Sam that she did so he seized the opportunity and asked her to go to the Parade. She said that she would love to and offered some suggestions for putting the Cooler together like Potato Salad, Coleslaw & Italian Sub Sandwiches. Even some Nachos!!

Back at the house on the day of the Big Parade, Soldier Sam was starting to grow impatient to get the Show on the road. Sarina is always late!
 
“What are the new balloons at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Soldier Sam?” Sarina wanted to know more.
 
Soldier Sam was ready for that question. “Along with returning favorites such as Snoopy, SpongeBob SquarePants, and the Pillsbury Doughboy, there will be a total of four new balloons ready to take flight for this year's parade. The first is Grogu (AKA, Baby Yoda from The Mandalorian) which is a Funko Pop!-inspired balloon. The second features both Pikachu and Eevee in honor of the Pokemon's 25th anniversary.
 
“Wow!” Sarina exclaimed. “That’s great. Anything else, Soldier Sam?”
 
“Yes, Sarina!! The third new balloon to fly high in the sky is a giant Ada Twist from the book and Netflix series Ada Twist, Scientist. For the last new balloon, we can confidently say that "We're Lovin' it," –just like us.”
 
Sarina laughed.
 
Solider Sam responded.” The  McDonald's Ronald McDonald Balloon is joining the balloon bunch this Thanksgiving for the fifth rendition of Ronald since he first appeared during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in 1987!”

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 they began to walk to the Train Station in the Bronx. After boarding, it would be just a quick minute until they were at the Parade Site.  Sarina tells Solider Sam that she could not find her sunglasses.

Solider Sam looks at her and laughs!  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.
 
Getting to a parade too late to get a seat could send Soldier Sam into a tantrum, but get there too early and he'll be so bored that he'll get cranky. Err on the side of early and take plenty of gear to keep him occupied. Pack magnetic blocks, a selection of his favorite books and even a few new toys he hasn't yet seen. Some parade staples, like pinwheels, flags or light sticks, will keep him entertained too; wave them in front of him and supervise as he plays with them himself.
 
There may only be 28 floats, but each one is comprised of hundreds of different set pieces and structural elements. The floats don't drive themselves, though, as they are towed by trucks driven by members of New York City's Theatrical Teamsters union, Local 817. The drivers are even supposed to wear jackets and ties for parade duty, according to Car and Driver.
 
Sarina was in her element. Sitting on a curb, waving a flag and watching a marching band go by is such a perfect moment that she truly believed She was the Grand Marshall of that Parade.
But a parade will feel endless if Sarina and Soldier Sam are both hungry.
 
Bring a cooler -- one that rolls or slings over your shoulder -- and pack it with ice, ice pops, bottles of milk, juice boxes, bags of sliced fruit and cubes of cheese and turkey. Add bottled water for Sarina and Bourbon for Solider Sam.
 
“Look, Soldier Sam!” Sarina said. I even Tossed a box of crackers and a bag of pretzels in a canvas tote. Add some Bourbon at you’ll be all set to enjoy that Parade.”
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were both getting very excited as the parade start time neared. The first thing Soldier Sam spotted were clowns roller skating with bundles of balloons. Soon after came the NYPD motorcycles, horses, marching bands, cheerleaders, floats and, of course, the huge character balloons.
 
“Is a parade really considered a parade without confetti?” Sarina asked Soldier Sam.
 
“Of course not, Sarina.” Soldier Sam stated the obvious. “That’s why Macy's uses 300 pounds worth of the shimmery, papery, metallic material. Whether you're lined along the streets and it covers your hair, or watching from home as it flies through the air, it's a celebration staple that's sure to put a smile on everyone's face. “
 
Sarina had done some research and found out Macy's claims to only use "commercially manufactured, multicolor confetti, not shredded paper," according to their website.
 
It wouldn’t be a Thanksgiving Day parade without the huge novelty balloons. Nor would it be one without one of the balloons partially deflating due to catching on a snag, strong winds, or the weather being so cold that the air gives out.
 
Every balloon and float in the parade is hand-painted by members of Macy's Parade Studio team, led by Soldier Sam, who's worked on dozens of parades. The studio has "every color in the rainbow,” Soldier Sam explained to Sarina.
 
 
PART 2
 
Magic wouldn't be in the air if the balloons didn't fly high in the sky.
 
Both Sarina and Solider Sam were very Thankful to witness the Greatest Spectacle in the Greatest City in the World on a Wonderful Holiday.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had breakfast on the street, colored and watched all the Parade Hype on their Smartphones. The whole Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade event lasts for a couple of hours, so Sarina recommended they stay seated in the hours leading up to the parade to preserve their standing ability for the actual parade.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had brought camping chairs, buckets or anything else you want to sit on to the parade.
 
These items won’t really be helpful during the parade itself since everyone seems to stand, but it will help make the hours leading up the parade a bit more comfortable. At the very least, it’s recommended that people bring blankets to sit on instead of the hard, cold, gum-covered NYC sidewalks.
 
 
We're not just talking little latex balloons on a string. We're talking giant balloons that are typically guided by 80 to 100 uniformed handlers! There will be about 25 people assigned to each balloon, according to Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina was excited. Not because the rain was stopping. The sun was coming out and Sarina knew that only meant one thing..
 
The Yankees Turkey Balloon Float!
 
And not just any Turkey Balloon Float-- this was the most Beautiful Yankees Turkey Float America had ever seen in its illustrious history.
 
“Oh, what a Treat!! If only you could stay forever. If only we could be Lucky enough to replay this highlight reel over and over again!” Sarina said.
 
Of course all year, Sarina had dreamed of this moment. The moment all of her dreams would come true when she saw the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float pass by her.
 
“What a happy dream” Sarina said to Soldier Sam as it passed by their Seating Section.
 
As Sarina looked out onto the Street she wondered if she had actually woken up at all.
 
“There it is, Sarina!!” Your Magical Yankees Turkey Balloon Float—in all of its splendor.” Soldier Sam was excited too.
 
And when it paused and stopped right in front of Sarina and Soldier Sam she realised it was true.
 
The Yankees Turkey Balloon Float was the Highlight of Sarina’s entire Life. And when it started to move again, after it drenched Sarina in Glitter and Confetti, Sarina considered that she had never even woken up at all from her Magical Dream.
 
For Years, people arrived  from far and wide. Everyone wanted to see the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float.
 
The World had been quick to make the most of it. There was a new Yankees Turkey Mascot in every American town dedicated to promoting the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float.
 
The shops were full of Yankees Turkey themed Souvenirs all year. People bought T-Shirts, jerseys, custom shoes, gloves and other toys and some of them really went overboard and dyed their hair with Blue Pinstripe colours.
 
And the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float was discussed by commentators on every television channel, even on Twitter. Bands of every music genre played sold out concerts dedicated to the Yankees Turkey Mascot.
 
Ever week something different was happening. And the Yankees Turkey Mascots were at the center of it all.
 
America would spend hours, even days talking to the Yankees Turkey Mascot. America introduced Yankees Turkey Mascot to all their friends and shared favourite toys.
 
This Thanksgiving arrived and it was cold outside. The Yankees Turkey Mascot shivered and put on mittens, but still the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float showed up at the Parade every year right on cue.
 
But by this Thanksgiving, people had gotten so used to the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float. Most people even forgot it was still in the Parade, since there we so many more Floats more extravagant than the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float.
 
The Yankees Turkey Balloon Float was no longer at the center of it all. The whole Parade was littered with Floats for Restaurants, Home improvement products, politicians and bargain basement buck stores for products of every kind
 
“How could they do this to something so special?” Sarina said in despair.
 
Just then, the crowd of people started shouting and took out their cameras in anticipation of the most treasured of them all. The NBC Peacock Float.
 
“I think they are coming to see you again!” Sarina shouted to her beloved Yankees Turkey Balloon Float.”
 
But it wasn’t the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float they had come to see. The NBC Peacock Float was what the crowds had come to see on this Thanksgiving Day in New York.
 
Soon all the people began to stare at all the other Corporate Floats
 
“Isn’t it wonderful?” said the people breathlessly. It must have cost one billion dollars!” shouted the people.
 
America was excited again, “We’re so lucky to have something that costs so much money to build and showers us with glitter and confetti!”
 
America didn’t know it, but the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float heard every word.
 
“Hmmm.. the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float thought. “These worldly things, a rare and precious sight.”
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam may have been the only ones to still appreciate the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float out of millions of people watching on site and on Television broadcasts to the entire World.
 
 
But when people start to lose interest in the Yankees Turkey Balloon Float, Sarina and Soldier Sam learned that most people have no idea what the special things, so precious in life are at all!
 
 
The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade itself was wonderful. The floats flew high, the weather that year was decent for late November, the people around us were fantastic. And it even started to snow right before Santa arrived at the end of the parade. It was perfect.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam ran through all the crowds of people and jumped on the Uptown Train headed back to the Bronx, where Sarina and Soldier Sam belonged.
 

The Train was passing by Yankees stadium on Thanksgiving morning and Soldier Sam noticed a sign painted in Yankee Pinstripes outside the Stadium.
 
It looked like the Yankees Fans had been baking in anticipation of the upcoming Thanksgiving Day Feast.
 
The Sign was very clear: “Yankees Fans Celebrate with One Dollar Pumpkin Pies!”

Sarina and Soldier Sam hopped off the Train to check out was going on. Sarina wanted to see whatever was cooking and just sitting on top of the Makeshift Picnic Tables.

"Come on over, Soldier Sam, let’s go get a Pumpkin Pie," Sarina called. Sarina always tells Soldier Sam about what she wants and Sarina had sure not forgotten about her surprise.
 
Were the Pumpkin Pies the Surprise Sarina had been waiting for?

Sometimes Sarina even brings her Smartphone and shows Solider Sam the highlights about everything that happened during the Big Yankees Games.

So Sarina and Soldier Sam checked out the parking lot for a bit.

"Wow! That is sure a Boatload of Pumpkin Pies. What do you say we pick a couple out and eat them inside the Stadium, Solder Sam?" asked Sarina

"Sounds great, Sarina!" answered Soldier Sam. "It looks like the gates are open. Maybe we could take them inside and eat them in the section behind the Yankees Dugout.
 
“Sarina, how about you check out the Pumpkin Pie selection while I head up to the Front Office. There is something I’ve been meaning to talk to the Owner and GM about.
 
“Ok, Soldier Sam” Sarina agreed. We can meet up in the Section behind the Yankees Dugout.”
 
Fans had been baking and Sarina confirmed the Pumpkin Pies we being sold for only One Dollar. Still, to Sarina that price seemed a bit steep.

Sarina walked inside the Stadium Gates and marched toward the seats Soldier Sam had promised to meet her at.

Soldier Sam had completed his meeting with the Yankees Owner and GM.
 
"It's Pumpkin Pie for you and me, Soldier Sam" Sarina said with excitement.

How much did those Pumpkin Pies cost Sarina? Only a Buck?" Soldier Sam thought that was a great deal.
 
“I decided just to take them off the picnic tables and run for it" Sarina announced.

"Hey, put the Pumpkin Pies back!" Solder Sam said.

"What's the matter?" asked Sarina. "Are you a Turkey?"

Sarina made Turkey noises to made fun of Soldier Sam. “Gobble Gobble!" Sarina flapped her elbows up and down.

“Could I let Sarina call me a Turkey?” Solder Sam considered.

“Give me that Pumpkin Pie," Solder Sam demanded. Sarina handed him the pie, and they chose a couple of seats down by the field.

When they got there, Sarina broke the Pumpkin Pies up in pieces and ate almost the whole thing. She hardly saved any of it for Soldier Sam!

When it was all gone, Sarina picked up the pie pan and stepped on it.

Sarina smiled at Soldier Sam who gave the pie pan a little stomp too.

After that and for the rest of the daylight hours, Sarina and Solider Sam played Frisbee with the Pie Pan inside Yankees Stadium and had loads of fun competing to see how many times they could get the Frisbee over the Right Field Porch and into the Bleachers.

Just before dark, they walked home down the street from the stadium.

When they got back to the house, Sarina started thinking about the pumpkin pie and wondered whether she should have eaten whole pie for herself. Maybe all the fans were coming over her house once they realised the pie had disappeared.

It got closer to Dinner Time on Thanksgiving! Soldier Sam was already hard at work in the kitchen.

Sarina was very confident she had plenty of room in her stomach for the big meal and soon enough it would be Time when they would be sure to enjoy the Great Thanksgiving Feast!

"I'm going to visit the Bodega now" Sarina said with a full mouth.

"What was that?" asked Soldier Sam.

Sarina raised her voice a bit. "I said, 'I'm going to visit the Bodega,” Sarina repeated'"

Would you pick up some items so we can make more Pumpkin Pies?” suggested Soldier Sam.

"Sure. By the way, how do you make pumpkin pie?"

"Most of the ingredients are things we already have, like eggs and flour, Soldier Sam explained. “The only thing we would need is some canned pumpkin.”

Sarina ran upstairs and got all the money she had worked so hard to earn in the Studio where she was doing so much Brilliant Work.

Sarina pushed it down in her pocket. She ran down the stairs and out the front door, and then headed down the street to the Bodega.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" said the Bodega Shop owner.

"Oh, good you are still open," Sarina said. "Do you have any canned pumpkin?"

"On Thanksgiving Day?” he chuckled. " Of Course! We have a whole display of canned pumpkin. It's such a popular item Today I put it right in Aisle One.”

Sarina easily found the pumpkin cans and carried then to the cash register.

As Sarina felt around in her pockets for the money, she remembered the pan. "Do you have pie pans?"

"Those are right next to the Pumpkin Cans, Of course. Where else would they be?" he replied.

The Bodega Shop Owner rang up the order and said, "That will be ten bucks even, please." Sarina had to use almost all the money she had in cash to pay him.

On the way back to her house, Sarina wondered what she was going to Say to Soldier Sam. She came to the kitchen door with a smile, but Soldier Sam was outside having a Smoke.

"Is that you, Soldier Sam?" Sarina asked. "Come on in here. It's a little chilly outside, I mean as chilly as normal for a Bronx night in late November.

Sarina told him what happened at the Bodega and how she was so relieved the Shop Owner was so accommodating.

Sarina sat the bag on the counter and took out what she had purchased.

"Will you help me make the pie, Solder Sam?" she asked

“Of Course. I have been looking forward to our time together in the Kitchen for a long time now!”, Soldier Sam replied.

Sarina picked the Pumpkin Cans out of the bag and realised she would probably have to freeze all the extra pies for a Treat the next week there were so many.

"I Totally can't wait for us to eat this great Thanksgiving Day Feast!" Sarina said to Soldier Sam.

"I can’t wait to do it with you too.” Laughed Soldier Sam!
 
Soldier Sam had baked the Turkey, but he didn’t follow the usual Protocols. He didn’t tell Sarina that he had not put Stuffing inside of that Turkey.
 
Soldier Sam had placed something much more special inside that Thanksgiving Bird.
 
“It’s all ready, Sarina, You have the honour of carving the Turkey this year and..Oh, I forgot to tell you what your Big Surprise is.
 
Sarina responded, “Tell me just as soon as we get all the Fixin’s on the Table and open up that next Bourbon bottle.”
 
But Sarina would find out the answer to that question before that.
 
Sarina had hardly started carving that Turkey when she noticed no stuffing was inside the Turkey. There was something else.
 
Sarina saw an Orange Box inside the Turkey.
 
“Solider Sam!! What is this Orange Box doing inside the Turkey?” Sarina was in Shock.
 
“Well why don’t you open the Orange Box, Sarina? Remember this morning when you couldn’t wait to find out what your Thanksgiving Surprise would be? Now you get the Chance!!”
 
Sarina opened up the Orange Box and was even more surprised than when she noticed there was no Suffing inside the Turkey.
 
Soldier Sam had gone on a Side Mission at Yankees Stadium while Sarina was preoccupied with Stealing the Pies.
 
“Why Soldier Sam!!” Sarina couldn’t believe it. “Soldier Sam, it’s a Yankees World Series Championship Ring from 1923!”
 
“Soldier Sam” Sarina said excitedly. “This is the best Thanksgiving Surprise I could have ever imagined. And just to think, you had this plan worked out all Day at the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade!

"You're not going to tell anyone at Yankees Games in the Spring that you stole that Pumpkin Pie earlier today are you, Sarina?" Soldier Sam asked.

For a moment Sarina didn't answer, Finally, she Started Laughing "I can do whatever I want. I‘m the Grand Marshall of the New York City Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade!" 
 
“Yes You Are, Sarina. Yes you are!!” Soldier Sam certainly agreed. “The Best Grand Marshall New York City has ever seen!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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.
 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."
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
 
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.


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.
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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!”
 
 
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.
 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.
 
 
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.
 
"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.
 
 
 
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.
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.
 
 
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 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.
 
 
ORANGE VALENTINES #2
 
“Order Pizza at Varsity”
 
The Flight through Space was finally complete. The Starship bolted down from the sky and landed in New York.
 
Cupid was there on the Tarmac to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Cupid called out. “Welcome to Syracuse!”
 
“Thanks Cupid” Sarina replied.
 
“Isn’t there a Big Orange Basketball Game Tonight?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“There for sure is an Orange Game tonight. But first I have a Place to show you guys?” said Cupid.


Cupid was a Legend at Syracuse. It was in Fact one of his favorite places to be. To work his Magic.
 
 
Cupid is constantly creating and refining an internal set of rules and blueprints to organize his ever-shifting and expanding ideas. While he can be somewhat difficult at times, he gets excited when a new idea or possibility presents itself and his mind starts humming with questions and propositions that he wants to test out
 
 
Millions of years ago, Syracuse couples were greatly excited by Cupid, the consummate Matchmaker. Cupid was very ambitious and at times would match up many couples at once from his office. Sometimes 100s of couples would all come to his office at a time and they had to wait their turn in line.
 
 
Let’s get on our way to our Pre-Game Event, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid instructed.
“This is quite a place. Cupid added.
“Let’s do a little Preview before we get to the site, Cupid” Sarina suggested.
“Hop in my Ride, you two. I have a couple of questions about your Flight before we get to the Tour Site” Cupid responded.
 
 
 
 
When I was Looking around through the Starship windows, I saw the sea and a forest on a distant planet. My brain felt like it had its own heartbeat. I thought about exactly what had happened,” Sarina explained.
 
Then Soldier Sam peeped outside the control room door, and there was a crosswalk to where I was at the time. I asked Soldier Sam, “How many of the crew are working on the project?”
 
“There were dozens of crew members working here who have been working here for a long time—ever since the Starship had left earth.” Soldier Sam told Sarina.
 
It was like this, Cupid, I had found a new direction in connection with this case, and then I knew what I had to do.
 
I told Soldier Sam, “Go and get information about how the crew was filling out their work orders.”
 
Cupid’s Ride was zigging and zagging though Syracuse Traffic.
 
Here we are at the Mystery Spot for our Tour, Sarina and Soldier Sam” announced Cupid. “I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of Questions.
 
“We’re ready, Cupid” shouted Sarina. “Let’s Check it out!”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “Let’s get this party started, Cupid!!”
 

“What is this place?” asked Sarina.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We’ve got to stop by this Varsity Hangout here It’s a Syracuse Legend! The Pizza and Wings are incredible and the loaded fries are too. “Cupid informed Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
It’s one the few places by Orange Stadium where we can still get good old traditional pizza and beer” Cupid added.


“We’d better keep an eye on the money in our pockets,” Sarina said. “You just never know about all these Orange Fans.”

“There’s no need to worry about that,” said Cupid.

“Why?” Soldier Sam asked.


“You’ll see sooner or later,” replied Cupid. “In fact, you won’t need any of your money from this point onwards.”

Cupid snapped his fingers and the cashier station in the restaurant vanished.

“I don’t get it,”said Sarina.

“You will,” said Cupid.
“Check out what is the latest technology we have developed.
 
 
 
 
“On we go,” said Cupid, “There is something I want to show you. All of us at Syracuse are really excited about it.”
 
Mobile phones: Syracuse debuted a flip phone, the communicator and later launched the first mobile flip phone. Interestingly, the creators also gave crew members the tricorder, a hand-held device that gathered and stored data from the planets the crew visited. Had the creators thought to combine the two, they might have prefigured the smartphone.


“Unbelievable,” Soldier Sam said.

Sarina and Soldier Sam were stunned by what Cupid had just said.
 
“We’re Lucky to be here” Cupid started. “This Varsity place dedicates itself to all things Syracuse. Food is fantastic and you have to cross this one off the list if you're visiting.


“The sign on the wall says Varsity is famous for their pizza and burgers. There are hot meals and assorted sandwiches” observed Soldier Sam.


“Did the Orange Fans create them with the use of advanced technology?” asked Sarina.

“No,” Cupid replied.” They’ve been here since this Syracuse was first inhabited.”
 
 
 
What’s this Cupid? Sarina asked as she and Soldier Sam walked over to the Hologram.
Read it and see Sarina. It is a special clue about Valentines Day” Directed Cupid.
“Ok, Cupid. Lets See what it says” Sarina started reading the Hologram.
 
“You make my Heart Pop!”
 
 
Your personality is such a treat
Being your Valentine would be really neat
You've brought me so much fun and happiness
I like you more than I can express




 


“I just can’t believe it!” Sarina exclaimed. On Valentine’s Day. A special message just for me!”


“What do you mean by that, Cupid?” asked Sarina

“Be patient. You’ll find out later,” Cupid replied.
 
 


“Just how big is this place?” asked Soldier Sam as they took their seats at a table..


“I want a burger with fries, cooked fresh per order” Announced Sarina. It says. Amazing flavor and taste. I bet the fries are golden, perfectly cooked.
 
Varsity was frequented by Orange Fans on a regular basis, along with many others in Syracuse who were more casual Fans, not like Sarina, who was always going at full tilt.


“It is at the centre of Syracuse that this amazing restaurant lies,” said Cupid. “Along with the technology innovation source hubs here.”

“Those Orange Fans don’t seem to be showing any sign of attacking us and eating all of our food.” Sarina said.

“All Orange Fans live in total harmony here,” said Cupid..

At one point, all the Orange Fans came to a crossroads at the entrance to the restaurant. They were hungry like Sarina and Soldier Sam.

“Where do the roads lead to?” Soldier Sam asked.

“To Orange Stadium, of course,” replied Cupid.

Sarina and Soldier Sam had met some really cool people thanks to the seating format at Varsity. Sarina was very enthusiastic about this place!
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam even got the t-shirt to prove it!
 
 
 
“Wow, Cupid, that was quite a Tour!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
“It sure was” Soldier Sam had a great time too.
 
“We have some time to burn before the Game. Let’s stop by this Bar” suggested Cupid.
 
“By the way, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” Cupid remembered something. “You told me about your flight.  But I forget to ask, did you two go on any adventures during your Pit Stops?”
 
 
En route to work for the day, I turned right to leave my rest station when Soldier Sam came up to me and suggested I go around the ships ammo holding center. No one else was present.
 
I followed a longer route to a traffic light intersection on the Starship walkway, where traffic was not moving, and headed for my control room worksite
 
At the end of the workday, I returned back to my resting quarters and learned of the accident that morning only minutes after I had taken the other direction.
 
I would have been in that accident. Soldier Sam had preserved my life!
 
 
'The Syracuse Administration wanted me to get a Valentine for you , Sarina--' explained Cupid, but Soldier Sam interrupted.
 
'I got some Action on the Cuse Game tonight” explained Soldier Sam. If we go to the Game, all bets are off!”
 
 
'I only need any tickets,' persisted Sarina. 'I can't call myself a Cuse Fan if I have to hang around at this bar all night. They are showing the game on the TV, but it just isn’t the same.”
 
 
'Cupid got us front row seats,' Sarina exclaimed..
 
“Fantastic!!' responded Soldier Sam. 'We’d better get off this bar and head to the game right now before Cupid gives the tickets to someone else!”
 
 
 
CUPID’S FIRST SYRACUSE ORANGE GAME EXPERIENCE
 
 
PART 2
 
 
Cupid’s excitement begun to sharply boost. The expectation of his first live Orange Hoops was awaiting him on Valentines Day. Even as Sarina and Soldier Sam walked toward the ticket window with Cupid to get the tickets, his anticipation was growing. With tickets in hand, Cupid continued to wait for the gates to open.
 
Watching all the moments of Orange 3 pointers, Slam Dunks layups, and Zone Defense felt surreal as the Orange fans in the arena would burst out into cheers every time a point was made. It was also interesting to experience other small events during the game such as the breaks they take during timeouts and quarter breaks.


By that time they have reached the stadium gate. Sarina knocked at the door and received a rather surprising response,
 
“Go away! I won't open the door!” shouted Orange Mascot.
 
 “Then we'll have no choice but to break into!”, Soldier Sam concluded.
 
“But who are you?”, asked Orange Mascot.
 
“Sir, we are lost in the Parking Lot. We don't have food, neither we have a drink to quench our thirst. . Please help us.”, Cupid applied his theatrics.
 
“The door's open, come in”, came a brief response. When Sarina approached the door her mouth fell open.
 
 
Cupid and Soldier Sam thought of a reason for this strange series for events, but they were clueless.

“The major question I want to ask now”, Soldier Sam said, “is how do we get to our seats inside the stadium?
Cupid responded, “Even if we enter with much fanfare or doing something of that sort, we'll be invisible and nobody will be able to see us.”
 
 
“I’ve got a great idea!” Sarina exclaimed. “Soldier Sam and I should get a photo with Orange Mascot. Then we could prove we were here and have a lasting memory.
 
“Hey, Cupid,” Soldier Sam wanted to get his attention. “Could you snap a pic of Me and Sarina with Orange Mascot? That would be awesome!”
 
“Of course, Soldier Sam” Cupid replied. Just find Orange Mascot and I will be over to take the shot of you and Sarina.”
 
Cupid didn’t want to mess around with this shot. He was a pretty good portrait snapper and knew just how good he was and just how much of it was his title.
 
 
One of the most important tips to remember about being a photographer is to show something in the moment - the emotions that are instant in time. like happiness just as easily as you can capture a moment of heartache or loss.
 
 
“Hey Sarina, we got that picture with Orange Mascot! All the lighting was great and we were posed perfectly. Isn’t it great we were able to find Orange Mascot and he was so accommodating?”
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam” Sarina answered. I thought for a moment Cupid was going to lose his mind trying to operation the photo function on my phone. He had never operated anything like that before.”
 
“The game is about to start Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?
 
“I know you have been following it closely and I really don’t have a clue about what the Orange have faced so far this year, Soldier Sam continued. “How are they doing?”
 
“Sure Soldier Sam,” Sarina was glad to show off her knowledge of Cuse Hoops. “There have been a lot of developments so far this year.
 
 
The Orange need to get their offensive Mo Jo working in order to have success in the ACC Tournament. Cuse has one more game to sharpen their skills against Miami as the team closes out the regular season.
 
Miami did a good job of scouting the Cuse Squad. They were expecting to get these looks. It was just a matter of not settling – of getting the right shot, making that extra pass. Miami did it all during this game.
In the first matchup this season, Syracuse basketball dominated Pittsburgh but allowed things to get uncomfortably close at the end. This time around the Orange got off to a huge lead and kept it that way throughout the contest.
 
'Well, when someone wants to take a guy to a Syracuse Game--' Soldier Sam reached down and kicked the ground. When a a guy like me gets forced to go to a Cuse Game, there's a payoff, see.'
 
 
Sarina was resigned. 'Well I seem to be trapped,' she said. 'But it makes it rather difficult when I am trying to take you to the Orange Game
 
'When someone like you wants to take a guy to a Hoops game--' Soldier Sam moved his eyes, nodded moved his hands expressively. As he started getting difficult, Sarina spoke in a louder voice
 
CUSE GAME ACTION
 
 
It’s now almost time for the Cuse Game to begin and we could not contain our excitement. What a Thrill to experience!
 
 
It is bound to be fast and furious, action-packed with drama and tension. There will be near-misses, penalty shots and trash talk hurled at the referee.
 
The game is being broadcast live on cable television around the world. Highlights will be shown on the ‘Orange Hoops Highlights’ Show that would air until the next game.
 
 
Tonight the result will be known. Either we will go home full of Orange Excitement or disappointment. There will be Dunks, 3 Pointers and Hustle. There will be a story to tell.
 
It was quite the enjoyable moment for all the fans, and special thanks goes to the hero  who secured a tough ticket, took us to the game and the Mascot was generous enough to fire a Prize Bazooka from the court to donate free t-shirts to us.
 



 
 
 
 
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!
 

 

 
 

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CHAPTER 3

 
 
 
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.”
Those drill instructors have a shared bond and tricks of the trade that have been handed down for generations. Recruits don't hear about them at boot camp - not where it's likely that you'll get smoked with incentive training for simply asking a dumb question. Under the wide brims of smokey hats, the perfectly squared-away uniforms and almost caricature-like demeanors They come from a wide range of occupational specialties. They decide to return to boot camp to fill a special-duty assignment.
 
 
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?
 
Night training.
 
Night vision training has become necessary because of tactical advantages of attack and pursuit, under certain conditions, taking place in darkness. Night vision is not a single capacity but is a complex of innate aptitude plus training. Individual differences are great in night vision.
 
The most obvious effect of darkness is reduced visibility. This affects a soldier's ability to observe friendly troop movements, understand terrain, and especially affects perception of enemy movements and position. Officers find that darkness hampers many aspects of command, including their ability to preserve control, execute movement, firing, maintenance of direction, reconnaissance, security, and mutual support. 
 
Tell me a little bit about your Training experience, Soldier Sam.
 
We were assigned to start a fire low in a valley. You keep the flames low to stay in the darkness and cook food on the fire for sustenance.  We built a makeshift hut out of ice with the equipment we had. You build it high up on a hill so you can see everything around you and take turns watching out for targets.
 
Rams Mascot asked me, "Can you see the target coming up?" "Yes, I see it," I said. "I think we will be there within range if my calculations are correct.
 
We're going moving fast and we’re almost in range..
 
.It’s about time you did something right” responded Rams Mascot. . "I think I will round up some of the others in the barracks to play taps and I’ll listen to see if they are on point."
 
"You brought your rifle?" Rams Mascot was obviously upset.  "You know I don't go anywhere without my rifle” I responded.. He started to move on for the purpose of listening to the others The time quickly passed.


 
Another course that I didn't like, but somehow managed to pass, was Night Training. I went to those drills straight from the rifle marksmanship, which didn't help me any in understanding either subject. I used to get all the instructions mixed up.
 
 But not as mixed up as another recruit in my night training class who came there direct from the orientation. He was a tackle on the Academy’s Football team.
 
 
It seemed to us like Rams Mascot was lenient and helped him along. Rams Mascot gave him more hints, in answering questions, or asked him simpler ones. One day when we were on the subject of transportation and distribution, focus turned to the Tackle.
 
 
It came his turn to answer a question. "Name one means of transportation," Rams Mascot said to him. No light came into the big tackle's eyes.
 
"Just any means of transportation," said Rams Mascot. The recruit just sat staring at him.
 
"That is," pursued Rams Mascot "any medium, agency, or method of going from one place to another."
 
The football player had the look of a man who is being led into a trap. "You may choose among land, air or sea vehicles," said Rams Mascot "I might suggest the largest ship in our fleet that carries aircraft.
 
There was a profound silence in which everybody stirred uneasily, including the target of the questioning as well as myself.
I looked at that Football player, who was looking up in the air to avoid direct eye contact with Rams Mascot. Then he looked down at the ground, thinking about his troubles. What would Rams Mascot think of this?
 
For the first time in his life, Rams Mascot did not care as much as he would normally have. For the moment, this recruit got a reprieve. But as I will tell your later, Rams Mascot would continue to target him throughout the training.
 
 
Anything else you want to tell me, Soldier Sam ?’
 
Yes, Sarina. It goes a little something like this.
 
 
"It is about prioritising what we are going to do, it's about focusing on the long game with you.”
 
TOUR SITE SCENES
 
“Santa’s Computer Travels” 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had arrived at the North Pole!!
 
Are you going to have fun on this North Pole Adventure? I had a lot of fun! I loved going to Santa’s office. The reindeer house was my favorite. The hot chocolate shop was fun! But I think I will never want to drink that much hot chocolate ever again! This was so amazing. I think I will come to Santa’s workshop every year. Will you?
 
 
Wow! We are going to get a Tour of Santa’s office, where all the important Christmas decisions are made!
 
Wow, who knew an office could be so huge. Santa’s desk is huge like a house, and his laptop is redder and brighter than Rudolph’s nose. His chair has pockets and pockets full of candy. I see his naughty or nice list. WOW! He has his own milk bar.
 
 
After seeing Santa’s office, let’s check out another part of the North Pole—Where all the Work gets done. This is where the magic happens!
 
The reindeer house was made of a special kind of metal that was snow-proof. I saw Rudolph! He was munching on candy canes. His nose was really bright. His horns were shiny too!
 
 
 
One evening before Christmas Eve, Santa and the elves were sitting around the fireplace in Santa’s Den.
 
Sarina, sad that her job was almost over for the year, said, “I wish I could go with you to deliver presents to all the boys and girls around the world, Santa.” Soldier Sam agreed.
 
Now Santa thought and thought for a moment, and then he got an idea. “Why, you can all go with me on my journey around the world Christmas Eve,” said Santa, with a twinkle in his eye. “You can go on Santa’s Christmas Eve Travels from the computer!
Where’s Soldier Sam?Production had come to a stop. Sarina had made a startling discovery.
“We’ve got a problem here,” Sarina pointed out to her team of elves. “Soldier Sam has not shown up to work!”
Detective Sarina was called in for an investigation on a sunny morning. Soldier Sam had mysteriously vanished from the house, and Sarina was told. "I'll phone Santa, and get you the address."
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have a Holiday Mystery for You to solve. Announced Santa..
 
“Oh, Santa. I’m great at Solving Mysteries! Maybe Soldier Sam could help too. What’s your problem, Santa?” Sarina asked.
 
Santa sure did have a mystery that no one at the North Pole could solve.
 
You enter a room where someone is having a phone call. They don't see you and you overhear a big secret that you clearly weren't meant to. You have to tell someone.  A group of villains in a meeting are now in charge of granting a group action to your plan. 
 
 
"Sure I will, Santa! I’ll help you out" Soldier Sam gained a bit of confidence. He believed in Christmas--he believed such things. “I do have a plan for Sarina if she agrees to give me a shot on Christmas Day.
 
“Hey Santa, take us to the North Pole's central station. I bet Soldier Sam and I will find a clue there to Solve your mystery.
 
Santa was skeptical about Soldier Sam’s plan. “Computer Video Machines like the one Sarina wants to use were once popular North Pole hangouts but they have long been replaced by smartphone technology and at-home gaming systems.
 
But Soldier Sam had a plan: “While traditional Computer Video Machines are gone, the mystery-solving machines are still around -- just in different spaces. Sarina and I are going to do some Detective Work on Christmas Day!!”
 
 
"All right," said Santa. He had approved the plan. "There's bourbon in the sideboard there. Talk quick and I'll consider giving Sarina a present. I kinda like having you two  around."
 
 
Ok, Sarina and Soldier Sam. I’ll take you to the North Pole's central station. Maybe you will find a clue to solve this mystery. Just be on your best behavior.
 
You are a Guest at the North Pole. You will learn many useful things about our Operation that will be sure to help you on any mission you might find yourselves on in the Future.
 
Visit of the North Pole's central station
 
 
Welcome to the North Pole central station! I hope you enjoyed your train ride up here. Are you all bundled up in your warmest clothing? It is very cold at the North Pole! We are supposed to visit the North Pole by sled, but I have a problem... all the sleds have been sent to the garage for a tune-up in preparation for Christmas Eve. Santa will show you how to make your own sled so that we can get started on our tour. I'll see you and your sled and we'll begin our visit of the North Pole.
 
“Hey, Santa!” Look Soldier Sam! Look at that Orange Box sitting under the Christmas Tree. What could possibly be in the Orange Box?”
 
“Why don’t you open the Orange Box up, Sarina. Maybe it has something you are looking for!”
 
“Ok, Santa. Come over here and check out this Orange Box with me, Soldier Sam!” Sarina was so excited. They opened the Orange Box together.
 
Look Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed. “It’s the Clue we have been looking for. I just knew we would find something at this Stop on the North Pole Tour!”
 
 
Christmas Treats for all the Elves!
 
Easily transform your kitchen and dining room area into a Christmas baking station! Add a few signs from this dramatic play pack, along with some baked goods to your dramatic play stand to complete this center. Pull out those tins from last year or pick some up at your local dollar store sale tree to add to this center. Make out of this world cookies for your baking center using this Christmas Baking Power Pack.
 
What a Great North Pole Tour you took me and Soldier Sam on, Santa. Now we have the clue to solve your mystery!” Sarina was so happy.
 
“Yes Sarina” Santa appreciated Sarina’s Smart Detective Work. Merry Christmas to you and Soldier Sam from all of us at the North Pole!”
 
 
MYSTERY
 
You enter a room where someone is having a phone call. They don't see you and you overhear a big secret that you clearly weren't meant to. You have to tell someone.  A group of villains in a meeting are now in charge of granting a group action to your plan. 
 
'Listen Mr. Reindeer, Santa is having you followed,' said Soldier Sam. 'I don't know why he's doing it. Sarina tipped me off when I was at the Studio..'
 
'You don't know why?' cried the Reindeer. 'Well, I know why. I got something he wants--that's why!'
 
'You owe him money?? Asked Sarina.
 
'Owe him money. Why that--he owes me money! He owes me for a few weeks of long, hard conferences--I outlined a whole damn picture for him.' Me. Rafael Reindeer. It’s in-- my brain 'What he wants is in here.'
 
So that is what Sarina had heard on the phone that was so shocking.
 
An hour passed at the turbulent table. Soldier Sam waited--and then inevitably, as the bourbon started running its course, Sarina returned to wanting to know all about that mystery.
 
So what happened, Mr. Reindeer. What was Santa so upset about?” Sarina was getting more and more interested.
 
'The funny thing is I told him who stole those cookies from Mrs. Claus” the Reindeer replied. “And I even told Santa where they were hidden and why. And then that  Master Mind Santa forgot.'
 
'But Santa’s secretary remembered about those Stolen Cookies.' Soldier Sam had an inspiration.
 
'She did?' Sarina was shocked 'Secretary—I don't remember a secretary.'
 
'She came in to work late after you had left Santa’s Office to go run that errand for Mrs. Claus,' explained Soldier Sam.
 
'Well then by God he's got to pay me to get the truth or I'll make him wish he had, you can be sure of that.' challenged the Reindeer.
 
'Santa says he's got a better idea about the cookie disappearance.'
 
'The hell he has. My idea was the best.. Listen--' the Reindeer
 
He spoke for a few minutes.
 
'You like it?' he demanded. He looked at Sarina for applause--then he must have seen something in Soldier Sam’s eyes that he was not intended to see.
 
'Why you little skunk,' Soldier Sam cried out. . 'You've talked to Donner and Blitzen about those stolen cookies..-they sent you here!'
 
The Reindeer rose and tore like a rabbit for the door. He would have been out into the street before Soldier Sam could overtake him had it not been for the intervention of Sarina who was positioned at the door.
 
'Where you going?' Sarina demanded, catching the Reindeer by his bells.
 
'Hold him!' cried Soldier Sam coming up.
 
Sarina aimed a blow at the Reindeer which missed and landed right on the door. “Ouch” shouted out Sarina.
 
It has been mentioned that Santa was strong as well a s a powerful man. He went by it and Santa picked the reindeer off the ground, held him high and then in one gigantic pound brought his body down against the floor.
 
 
'No, not you, Mr. Reindeer.' Sarina said, 'I can't cast you in this picture. You are a very standardized product, Mr Reindeer.
 
Mr Reindeer who was a power in pictures in years past and had even been photographed with Santa, the Soldier Sam, the Secret specialist, stepped smoothly out of the way.
 
The Reindeer was not truly upset--in his whole life Mr Reindeer had never been totally upset-but especially not now, for Sarina did not want to cast  Dancer or Dasher or even Blitzen either.
 
 
Sarina had seen the Reindeer in the North Pole Burger King as usual and found he was an actor looking for work, and asked that he be invited to Santa’s party.
 
'You do Christmas scenarios, Mr. Reindeer?” Sarina had asked..
 
'I help,' said the Reindeer. 'Takes more than one Reindeer to lift that Sleigh.”
 
Mr.  Reindeer was grateful for this attention and not a little suspicious. It was only because Soldier Sam was such a wreck that he happened to have a job at all. Soldier Sam had forgotten a week ago that he had hired the Reindeer.
 
When Soldier Sam spotted the reindeer at Burger King and indicted-- what was wanted at Santa’s Office the Reindeer had passed a brief spell.
 
It did not even look like the kind of party that the Reindeer had known in his prosperous days. There was not so much as a Bourbon Drinker causing trouble, except for Soldier Sam of course.
 
'I imagine scenario playing is very well-paid,' said Sarina.
 
The Reindeer glanced around to see who was within hearing. Santa had withdrawn his huge bulk somewhat, but one of his apparently independent eyes seemed fixed on the Reindeer.
 
'Very well paid,' said Mr. Reindeer-and he added in a lower voice, '--if you can get it.'
 
Sarina seemed to understand and lowered her voice too.
 
'You mean Reindeer have trouble getting work?'
 
The Reindeer nodded.
 
And there was the explanation about the Stolen Cookies that had disappeared from Mrs. Claus’ Kitchen.
 
It was another group of Rogue Reindeer that had conspired to stash the cookies in a side closet of the Main Reindeer House at the North Pole.
 
'Too many of those other Reindeer get in these unions.' He raised his voice a little for Santa’s benefit. 'They're all on the take, most of those Reindeer.
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
 
 
It was World Series Time and the Yankees were In! Sarina had been invited to spend the night at Yankee Stadium with Soldier Sam. Even though she knew a full variety of Domestic Beers were available at the Game, Sarina had planned ahead and brought a Liquor Flask with her and wanted to fill it before the big night out.
 
“Soldier Sam is taking me to see all the Post Season baseball action at in the Bronx before we head home to celebrate the Yankees likely Win late into the night”, Sarina had explained to her friend earlier that week. “It will be great fun!”
 
Once Sarina arrived the first thing she said to Soldier Sam was “ Great we can take our Liquor in the Flask with us to the Stadium. “ Sarina was so excited.
 
“Oh, no.” Soldier Sam looked surprised. “We cannot take our own Liquor with us to Yankee Stadium. The Yankees owner would not appreciate us not buying our drinks there.”
 
Sarina was very disappointed. Then she had an idea! “We could give them to the vendors and have them fill it to the Top for us”. She suggested.
 
Soldier Sam smiled. He explained that the Yankees have a special selection of domestic beers and they don’t sell Liquor at all. “
 
They are very big on safety at the Stadium and most people would not be able to handle the Liquor and they would cause a scene. Maybe even be ejected from the Game for Unruly Behaviour. But we can get smashed with our own Liquor when we get back from the Game.”
 
“Oh Great!”, Sarina exclaimed. I will be able to mix all the Specialty Drinks then.
 
Soldier Sam almost fell over backwards in shock! “Sarina!!” he laughed at her. “Don’t you know only experience practitioners like me should mix the drinks?”
 
“But…”Sarina protested.
 
“Rail Mixers need to be prepared very carefully”, Soldier Sam explained. Each year there is some unfortunate circumstance where there are serious accidents when people mix drinks without Extensive Training.
 
“Oh, I didn’t know,” replied Sarina.
 
“Ok Sarina, it’s time for you to get ready said Soldier Sam.” It’s getting late and we want to make sure we find good seats at the Stadium so we will not miss the Big Game.”
 
“I’m all ready!” Sarina was excited for the moment. “Let’s Go!”
 
“Sarina”, Soldier Sam cautioned, “Do you have your Yankees Jersey and Hat so you look like the Ultimate Fan? That’s a special tip, Soldier Sam explained. Now you might even get a moment on the Big Board TV in the Outfield and Everyone at the Game will be able to see How You are dressed to the nine.
 
Now they were ready!
 
The atmosphere at the Stadium was Brilliant. Sarina stayed close to Soldier Sam so she wouldn’t get lost when she went to get Beer and Nachos. He insisted she close by because you know how Rowdy Yankee Fans can get when there is a Stampede to the Concessions Stands.
 
Once the Game got started the was a Huge Surprise!! There was a Special Sponsor for the Playoff Game who had promised to set off Fireworks for every Yankee Home Run!
 
The crowd hooted as giant colourful fireworks lit up the autumn sky. Red, white, blue, amber, green there were so many beautiful colours making the night seem as bright as the day, commented Sarina.
 
And everyone cheered with delight as huge rockets soared right in to the sky exploding loudly sending out plumes of crackling, dazzling, glittery colours which seemed to pause in the air, frozen in time if only for a moment before finally twinkling out.
 
“It was So Brilliant”, Sarina exclaimed when she and Soldier Sam finally made it out of the parking garage.
 
Sarina always looked forward to seeing Soldier Sam, working his Magic at the Bar, where he was stationed immediately once they walked through the Door. Soldier Sam was working with an enormous collection of full Liquor Bottles.
 
And he had saved a Big Surprise for Sarina, not telling her about it on the way Home. Yankee Stadium was not the only Place Sarina would see Fireworks that Special Night.
 
Soldier Sam had planned his fireworks display with military precision and would refer to his ‘Order of Ignition Sheet’ which sounded very impressive to Sarina but it was usually written on the back of a Dinner Napkin.
 
Every element of the display was carefully considered. The weekend before the big day, Soldier Sam had Dropped off Sarina at the Liquor store, and while she was busy stocking up for the Night, Soldier Sam slipped out and ran over to the Fireworks Store Across the Street.
 
Soldier Sam and Sarina were both very particular about what to spend their hard-earned cash on and both went to great lengths, Sarina at the Liquor Store and Soldier Sam at the Fireworks Shop to read all the labels and discuss the details of the important purchases with the shop owner.
 
Once they got back to the House, Sarina asked Soldier Sam to help her carry all the Liquor in and Soldier Sam had to spill the beans. He told Sarina all about his plans, plans to light into the Sky Rocket Cones, Screechers, Spitting Comets and names like Tropical Storm, Hornet’s Nest and Crackling Cauldron.
 
Back at the House, Sarina was impatient. “Let’s Get Started!” she said Excitedly.
 
“Fantastic”, agreed Soldier Sam as they started to set up things for what they had planned. We are going to enjoy our Drinks too, but we need to clear some room on the picnic bench and drag it from the Back Yard to the Driveway.
 
I’ll drag it over and why don’t you run in the house to get the Drinks I mixed up. I can’t wait for all this Action!” Soldier Sam exclaimed.
 
“Sarina, please put our Drinks on the table but don’t drink too much. Soldier Sam always monitored her state of affairs whenever they Partied. Soldier Sam was always big on protecting Sarina from anything that might go wrong in all aspects of Life, not just when they were enjoying Fireworks and Drinks.
 
“Now you have to be sure we have a proper rocket launcher so why don’t you start to think about what we should do about that. And also grab a bucket of water, so we will have something to put the sparklers in when they stop crackling.”
 
Sarina was in the house rummaging through various cabinets and other places where she might find what she was looking for, and also stashing a bottle of Liquor in one of the cupboards that Soldier Sam was sure not to notice.
 
Soldier Sam took the Fireworks out of the box and placed them in the tin. “Now Sarina, do you still have your Fireworks Code memorised? We went over it just a couple of months ago for the Fourth of July” he inquired.
 
“I sure do remember. I know all about the fireworks code”, Sarina answered proudly. “It’s a special set of rules that tells you how to be safe next to fireworks. “
 
“Well done, Sarina”. Soldier Sam was excited for the Localised Display of Fun.
 
Sarina whipped out a briefing pamphlet and started reading the code underneath the light of the garage lamp. It was a Good Thing she had not started to drink to heavily yet. There would be plenty of time for that Later.
 
As soon as it was all set up, Solider Sam hooked his iPad up to the speakers and played Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” track so they would be taken back to their Yankees experience evening, and what else would you play on your speakers after such an Awesome Yankee Win.
 
Soldier Sam signalled to Sarina that the Fun was just about ready to get started!.
 
A theatrical experience then followed as Soldier Sam performed “Miracles” in the driveway. He would light each fuse with a long taper and call out “Stand well clear… Launch in ten seconds!”
 
Sarina would then yell the countdown, from ten down to one, getting more excited with each number. Most fireworks went off at “four”, always taking Sarina by surprise.
 
Looking back, years later, Sarina realised this was clearly a deliberate strategy but she fell for it every time and then whooped with excitement as each firework worked its Colourful Magic.
 
Soldier Sam liked to watch Sarina, at her station sitting on top of the Picnic Bench waiting for the brief moment when she would be framed by the light of an exploding firework. The look of delight on Sarina’s face was one that Soldier Sam would carry with him for the rest of his life.
 
The climax of the display was the Rockets. Soldier Sam and Sarina would always buy the biggest one they could find with names like “Tornado” or “Meteor” or “Super Storm”.
 
The finale was extra special for Sarina since she would be allowed to light the taper but Soldier Sam always held her arm, ready to snatch her away if there was a problem.
 
Sarina and Solder Sam watched in awe as the rockets soared into the sky before exploding into a shower of coloured lights. It had been such a wonderful night, well with the Yankees Games, with the Drinks and with the Fireworks.
 
Sarina paused from looking at the lights and turned toward Soldier Sam and their eyes met for a Special Moment.
 
“That one’s for you Sarina.” Soldier Sam laughed. “Isn’t She a Beauty?!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
PART 1
 
 
This is the story of Sarina and Soldier Sam’s Mystery Day of Adventure! Both of them were very bright stars and were looking forward to spending their Holiday with each other.
 
But little did they know at the beginning of the day it would end in a TIME WARP!!
 
 
Did Sarina and Soldier Sam love solving mysteries” Would they have a Mystery to solve that day?
 
Yes!! Sarina and Soldier Sam would put their love for mysteries to the test! They would be tasked with finding their lost things and use their smarts to search for it like a detective.
 
They would also encounter something unexpected and try to figure out what it could be used for. This would be tricky!
 
“Dozing off again, Sarina?” laughed Soldier Sam.  “Or rather gliding in Time Vacuum?” 
 
“No Soldier Sam, I’m making a theory of relativity to survive this exhausting day.” said Sarina who literally was dozing off, but got up from the kitchen table.
 
Sarina gave Soldier Sam a test of knowledge, when she started off about space, everything Sarina knew about the universe.
 
 
Putting his head down on the table, Soldier Sam disappeared into his own tornado of stupidity. Starting from ground zero he did to take up the task for explaining these things to Sarina, to convince Sarina how he could achieve the new theory that would open up gates of time travel.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam both had a magnifying glass and had a telescope. Sarina and Soldier Sam used these tools to see distant things from that telescope and also get a close up when need be.
 
 
 
 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had fun with sports and played especially with their football. They used to throw it to each other with great fun to be had.
 
There was also a dog in their house named “Mickey”. Mickey was both very adorable and very naughty but everyone loved Mickey. Both Sarina and Soldier Sam Loved Mickey like they loved each other.
 
All three played together with that football.
 
On that morning, Sarina and Soldier Sam thought of playing with the ball. Sarina and Soldier Sam started searching for that football from place to place. They searched everywhere but could not find that football anywhere. Now they started thinking about where did that ball go?
 
They checked out all the places and especially that place where they had kept that football. But, the football was not there. This was not just the first time or the only example.
 
Many things in the house were disappearing.
 
Sometimes some things were disappearing from the kitchen, and also some things kept in the Trophy Room. Sarina had won quite a bit of Contests over the years.
 
Both Sarina and Soldier Sam could not understand what was happening in the house. It had become a mystery inside the house that would test all their smarts.
 
And their patience too!
 
Now it was the time to find the lost things, especially their favorite Treasure, that football.
 
Now both Sarina and Soldier Sam were going to be spies “The Little Detectives” who would find out everything. Now, will they remove the curtain from this secret soon and find out who is hiding things from their house?
 
Both of them put a cap on their head, Both of them hung their binoculars on their shoulder and started searching for the culprit with a magnifying glass in hand.
 
First of all, they both looked closely at the place where the football was unusually placed.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam examined the place very closely. After investigation, they found a piece of evidence. By finding this evidence they got the first lead in their investigation.
 
There they found a Mystery Ticket. This was like a proof for them that they wanted to use to find their lost football.
 
Sarina showed that Mystery Ticket to Soldier Sam and said, “Soldier Sam look what we got!”
 
Soldier Sam asked, “What did you get?”
 
“Look at this Mystery Ticket. See this carefully. We got our evidence.” Sarina said.
 
“Now the question arises, what is this Ticket for? What is the destination?” Soldier Sam asked Sarina.
 
Both Sarina and Soldier Sam started thinking about that Mystery Ticket. At first they thought that everyone else in life must have a Mystery Ticket. “And here is ours! Sarina exclaimed.
 
Sarina started to remember memories from future. Memories that were sent to the past by the future Sarina...maybe.
 
As abrupt as it sounds, it is abrupt. The way Sarina described time as flow of information, she might just have found a way to reverse the flow of information, with at least memories.
 
“Why would Mickey hide this ticket? Does Mickey want to go too?” Soldier Sam asked
 
Both of them thought that Mickey would not take the ball because what would Mickey do with it? But Surely Mickey would not take it. But the question remains, what was the purpose of this Mystery Ticket?”
 
Sarina immediately started explaining to Soldier Sam that some Mystery Tickets are for nothing less that an Incredible TIME WARP!
 
 
And Sarina and Soldier Sam can’t suspect each other because they don’t tell lies to each other, They are like ‘truth and love partners’ who never tell lies to each other.
 
In such a situation, Sarina and Soldier Sam were given the mission to find the football and finding out who had the answer to why was this Mystery Ticket important?
 
It was a Time Warp Sarina was trying to jump into? The memories, were they from future or past? To explain this let’s just say, Sarina was getting worked up over incidents she hasn’t even experienced.
 
“But first of all, Soldier Sam,” Sarina began.. we have to figure out who has hidden this Mystery Ticket and, most importantly, Where?”
 
The suspicion of both Sarina and Soldier Sam eventually landed on Mickey.
 
Now both Sarina and Soldier Sam kept an eye on their dog and looked closely at Mickey. They both kept an eye on his antics. Both wanted to know what Mickey was up to.
 
Waking up from his heading down position, Mickey finds out only Sarina and Soldier Sam were standing between him and his Dog Breakfast.
 
Sparkles in his eyes, Mickey was only interested in the topic of breakfast.
 
Mickey barked loudly when he realized what was happening to him. At one point he knew everything and now suddenly he is blank. “The paradox, the warp, everything is; what’s the paradox I am talking to myself about?” thought Mickey.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam would be keeping an eye on Mickey’s behavior and following his every movement.
 
The day went on but they had not got the football yet. But, still their suspicion remained only on Mickey.
 
Then both of them saw that Mickey was digging a pit behind a tree. Both of them were surprised to see this action of Mickey. Then they started thinking, what is Mickey doing?
 
Both Sarina and Soldier Sam watched Mickey’s actions quietly and kept watching him till Mickey had taken a break from digging the hole.
 
Together with Soldier Sam, Sarina decided that now they will go there and see what is going on with that hole in the ground Mickey was digging. And there may be the end of their investigation.
 
Now both Sarina and Soldier Sam went under that tree and saw the place well.
 
There, the detectives examined the pit and were surprised to see what they saw inside that pit.
 
At that place there was their football and also an arrow pointing at a sign saying:
“Do you want to JUMP INTO THE MOST MAGICAL TIMEWARP IN HISTORY?”
 
Now Sarina and Soldier Sam found out what the mystery was all about.
 
This major discovery triggered Sarina’s imagination. Sarina now understood, all that happened was a Trick where the ends of ever expanding universe had curved to bend time and linking the past the present and the future.
 
Sarina had deduced that information flowed from one end to another creating an infinite loop for less than a minute.
 
Sarina started jumping around. “Let’s jump into that pit and see where it takes us , Soldier Sam!”
 
Soldier Sam also suspected something interesting would happen if they both were to jump into that pit. He knew Mickey was up to something—that he was behind it.
 
Sure enough, Mickey had created some sort of time machine or something. Sarina and Soldier Sam figured out if it wasn’t a time travel portal, well, it would at least be something that would take them somewhere interesting.
 
Now it was the time to make sure they kept their most important things they owned back in their Space Backpacks.
 
Yes! They had Space Backpacks to keep their things.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam kept their detective gear in their Space Backpacks and also two items that needed to be exchanged.
 
Maybe jumping into this pit would take them to some sort of location where exchange could be possible.
 
So Sarina and Soldier Sam decided they would jump into that pit to see where it would take them. They shouted: “One, Two, Three!” glancing at each and took a leap of faith into the pit
 
 
PART 2
 
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
 
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.
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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
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"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.
 
 
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.
 
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!
 
 
Sarina had made her decision. “We are going to land on the Ship now!”
 
 
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
 

“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.
 
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.
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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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
 
 
 
 
PART 1
 
“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.”
 
 
 
PART 2
 
 
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 Whopper with Cheese 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 paid 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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
 
 
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
 
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.
 
"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.
 
 
 
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 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 remarked.
 
 
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 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.
 
 
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.
 "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!!
 
 
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.


ORANGE VALENTINES #3
 
“Check out Green and Round Lake!”
 
The Flight through Space was finally complete. The Starship bolted down from the sky and landed in New York.
 
Cupid was there on the Tarmac to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Cupid called out. “Welcome to Syracuse!”
 
“Thanks Cupid” Sarina replied.
 
“Isn’t there a Big Orange Basketball Game Tonight?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“There for sure is an Orange Game tonight. But first I have a Place to show you guys?” said Cupid.


Cupid was a Legend at Syracuse. It was in Fact one of his favorite places to be. To work his Magic.
 
 
Cupid’s brain is always buzzing with possibilities and ideas that can improve the future. In decisions, Cupid is practical and no-nonsense. The logical method is nearly always the best way forward even if it means sacrifices have to be made.
 
Cupid is so popular because he has been used many times in films. In this Valentine’s Day story will see how millions of years ago all the couples of Syracuse were saved from the grip of boredom.
 
 
Let’s get on our way to our Pre-Game Event, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid instructed.
 
“This is quite a place. Cupid added.
 
“Let’s do a little Preview before we get to the site, Cupid” Sarina suggested.
 
“Hop in my Ride, you two. I have a couple of questions about your Flight before we get to the Tour Site” Cupid responded.
 
“One day, I wake to the sound of waves. I opened my eyes to have the sunlight blinding me” Sarina explained.

It took about 14 seconds for me to realize I was in my seat at the Starship controls.. The seat looked like it kept me from face-planting into the sand.” Sarina said.
 
Soldier Sam, my assistant told me, “Sarina the control room is locked from the inside and my Fix-It Station is in another location So I was like how can anyone come here and tell me what’s going on?
 
On hearing Soldier Sam, I said to myself, “It is not what it looks like to us.”
 
Soldier Sam investigated the control room carefully watching each part of the situation. While he was investigating near the window, I heard a strange noise! I asked Soldier Sam “Where is this noise coming from?”
 
Soldier Sam told me “A few days ago there was some work going on in the engine room. It is a noise  of some gears that is coming from inside the engine room.”
 
Cupid’s Ride was zigging and zagging though Syracuse Traffic.
 
Here we are at the Mystery Spot for our Tour, Sarina and Soldier Sam” announced Cupid. “I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of Questions.
 
“We’re ready, Cupid” shouted Sarina. “Let’s Check it out!”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “Let’s get this party started, Cupid!!”
 

“What is this place?” asked Sarina.

“This is Green and Round Lake” Cupid replied. “And this lake is so special because these two lakes in New York look like they are filled with water from the Caribbean!”
 

“We know you’ve heard about this before, Sarina. Soldier Sam too.” Cupid said.

“How?” asked Sarina, who was taken aback.

“Syracuse is the spot for highly futuristic Technology,” Cupid replied. “We know everyone who has ever talked about Syracuse everywhere on the planet.”
 
“Check out what is the latest technology we have developed.
 
3D holograms were inspired by the “Star Wars” scene in which the Syracuse robot R2D2 projects a holographic image, researchers have been busily working to bring this technology to life. Now, holography is offered in a number of applications.


Sarina and Soldier Sam were stunned by what Cupid had just said.

“What do you mean by everywhere on the planet? Sure, you probably know who has been in Syracuse before like Sarina, but how do you know about me?” asked Soldier Sam.

“Be patient, Soldier Sam” Cupid responded.” You’ll find out at a later time.”

“Take us to see all the Orange Fans for now then,” Sarina suggested..

“Well I’m pleased that you’re both enthusiastic,” said Cupid..

“Is your Orange Stadium invisible too?” Soldier Sam asked.

“In a way,” replied Cupid

“What do you mean by that?” Sarina asked.

“Be patient and You will see,” replied Cupid. .

Cupid walked straight towards the water and placed his hand on a rock by the beach. And then, a keyhole shaped opening appeared.
 
Green Lake and Round Lake, are meromictic lakes. This means that the lakes have layers that do not ever mix.
 
The Layers create a lake that preserves things incredibly well at the bottom and has a very bluish-green hue in the top layer that is nearly crystal clear” explained Cupid

“Don’t be scared,” Cupid said.

Sarina and Soldier Sam, who was still very nervous, approached the cabin on the beach and examined the  opening.

“Is the Hotspot for Orange Fans in some kind of hidden structure?” asked Sarina.

“Yes,” Cupid replied.
 
Having hiked many incredible places in New York and beyond, Sarina could say, without a shadow of a doubt, that this scene on the Lakes was one of the most beautiful and unusual spots she had ever visited.
 
Green Lakes State Park was not too far from Orange Stadium.

Cupid went to the side of the structure, stepped onto the Boardwalk and then turned round to face Sarina and Soldier Sam.

“Who wants to come first?” Cupid asked Sarina and Soldier Sam..

“I do,” replied Sarina.

Sarina was still unsure of things, but it all changed when she encountered a Giant Hologram just a couple of steps away.
 
What’s this Cupid? Sarina asked as she and Soldier Sam walked over to the Hologram.
 
Read it and see Sarina. It is a special clue about Valentines Day” Directed Cupid.
 
“Ok, Cupid. Lets See what it says” Sarina started reading the Hologram.
 
“You're such a Smartie!”
 
 
Seeing a special Valentine
Brings happiness to stay
And that is what you do so fine
You brighten every day!
 
 


“I just can’t believe it!” Sarina exclaimed. On Valentine’s Day. A special message just for me!”

What Sarina and Soldier Sam would see next could only describe as an illusion

The Lakes had turned Orange and the waves crashed up onto the beach. Cupid had changed the color of the water. No one in Syracuse had ever witnessed something like that.
 
“Wow, Cupid, that was quite a Tour!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
“It sure was” Soldier Sam had a great time too.
 
“We have some time to burn before the Game. Let’s stop by this Bar” suggested Cupid.
 
“By the way, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” Cupid remembered something. “You told me about your flight.  But I forget to ask, did you two go on any adventures during your Pit Stops?”
 
 
Every day, when I went to the Engine Room to pick up Soldier Sam for dinner at the end of the day I would ask, “How was your day?”
 
For the entire trip I always got the same response—“Fine, fine”—with no eye contact. His stress, it seemed, was going to deprive me of the normal chitchat I relished so much. No one on the crew talked to me much either.
 
One afternoon, after a fierce battle with enemy ships I asked the question, expecting the same answer. “How was your day?”
 
Soldier Sam replied, “Good, good.” Then he looked at me and said, “How was your day, Sarina?”
 
With a big smile on my face, I said, “It’s really good, Soldier Sam—the best day yet on this intergalactic trip through time.”
 
 
As Sarina and Soldier Sam ran up to the bar after their Darts Game, Cupid had already ordered their drinks.
 
 
After a minute Sarina opened her Valentine.
 
'What this all about, Cupid?' Sarina asked.
.
It’s about tonight’s Cuse game, of course.' replied Cupid.
 
Cupid waited for an answer.
 
'Soldier Sam wants to know what about the Cuse Game?' Sarina asked.
 
'Look, Soldier Sam' said Sarina excitedly. 'Look—it’s Front Row seats for the Orange Game. Right at Half-Court. How did you find these, Cupid?'
 
I just called up 1-800-BALL-CUSE and told them I was Cupid and had to play Matchmaker Tonight!”
 
 
Lets get out of here and get our seats in Orange Stadium ASAP,' said Soldier Sam, finishing his drink.
 
 
 
CUPID’S FIRST SYRACUSE ORANGE GAME EXPERIENCE
 
 
 
PART 3
 
 
 
Standing in front of the iconic Orange Stadium on Valentine’s Day felt nothing short of a miracle to Cupid. Orange Stadium is seen by many as the benchmark for top league stadium developments not only in New York but in the world. Its design is timeless wonder "Dome Style" stadium. The entire Orange Hoops Experience is sublime and intimidating.
 
The T-shirts and other small items they throw out into the crowd and the fan moments such as the Love Cam and dancing videos would be quite enjoyable. The t-shirt cannons and the “Make Some Noise” chants also enlivens the crowd as the players discuss their plays during timeouts, so it never became boring for the fans.
 


“Cupid you!”, Sarina exclaimed. “I really feel so insulted. I was begging YOU Cupid. “Are you behind all this crazy stuff?”, she asked firmly.
 
“Do you doubt my innocence, Sarina?”, came Cupid’s reply. “If none of us have a clue as to how we got here then I'm more than certain you will.
 
Come on open up, Soldier Sam!” “Soldier Sam, please. I don't know how I got here and you are interrogating me!!
 
While Sarina and Cupid were absorbed deeply in the conversation , Soldier Sam seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
“What's up?”, Cupid asked Soldier Sam.
“I wonder if you'll believe me, but I’d like to say a story”, Soldier Sam replied.”
 
“A story, really?”, Sarina said. “We won't waste our precious time listening to your nuisance stuff.”
 
“Hey, Cupid,” Soldier Sam wanted to get his attention. “Could you snap a pic of Me and Sarina with Orange Mascot? That would be awesome!”
 
“Of course, Soldier Sam” Cupid replied. Just find Orange Mascot and I will be over to take the shot of you and Sarina.”
 
Cupid moved the shot from a different angle and pictured a square of digital canvas by what had been window space.


 
If you don't pay attention to the background, you run the risk of having something distracting back there that diminishes the visual appeal of the image.
“Hey Sarina, we got that picture with Orange Mascot! All the lighting was great and we were posed perfectly. Isn’t it great we were able to find Orange Mascot and he was so accommodating?”
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam” Sarina answered. I thought for a moment Cupid was going to lose his mind trying to operation the photo function on my phone. He had never operated anything like that before.”
 
“The game is about to start Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?
 
“I know you have been following it closely and I really don’t have a clue about what the Orange have faced so far this year, Soldier Sam continued. “How are they doing?”
 
“Sure Soldier Sam,” Sarina was glad to show off her knowledge of Cuse Hoops. “There have been a lot of developments so far this year.
 
 
 
It’s one more game for Cuse to get our shit together before a must-win ACC Tournament for Syracuse if they plan on going to the NCAA Tournament as a participant and not a spectator. The Orange’s seeding is yet to be determined, but Syracuse will get a first-round bye into the second round.
“Before the game, the Orange Nation knew Pitt could shoot,” We felt like they were going to miss 3s, but they didn’t. We left them open and that was the key. We just left them open. We weren’t even close. They were really open. We need to do a better job on defense.”
Once the Orange started selling out on stopping the inside game, the Pitt capitalized with their shooting
The Panthers did a really nice job bottling Cuse in the first game between the teams in with some stingy defense. But we soon found out that lightning wasn’t going to strike twice in the same place in the rematch.
 
In spite of the reassurance that the tickets would be along with the deal, Soldier Sam approached the rendezvous with uneasiness. In his young and impressionable years he had looked through a sight into a firing squad machine where Cuse Tickets slapped before his eyes in sequence.
 
 
 
 
Soldier Sam had stopped off for a couple of drinks on the way, but his first words: 'How you doin’ Sarina ?' failed to set a positive note for the occasion
.
'Well, Soldier Sam,' Sarina said smoothly, 'it's nice of you to spare me an afternoon for the Cuse Game.'
 
'We don't work too hard around here he assured her. 'Everything is "Mañana"--in Spanish that means tomorrow.'
 
 
CUSE GAME ACTION
 
 
 
I would say one big thing is the loud and big crowds cheering because at an Orange Hoops Game, the Orange Faithful are shouting and screaming things. They could be shouting all different things like “Take it to the Rim” or “Defense”.
 
They could also be screaming “Push it down the Court”, or to the opponents “you are losers”, or “boo”. Some people might not notice but when they shout out or scream out those things, it gives whichever team more adrenaline to win the game.
 
Cuse performing at a high level made everyone that was on the other team's side very disappointed and then the Orange side is happy.
 
 
The Orange Fans were wildly screaming and hollering all kinds of things, it was so exciting. As the game continued on, the score went back and forth and it was so exciting because we had no idea who would win.
 
 
Blowout Games are what we normally see from Cuse since they are such an incredible team. In runaway victories like that it is just fun to see the Orange dominate a game and it reminds all of us just how lucky we are in life to be Cuse Fans.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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!

 
 

CHAPTER 4
 
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.
Make no mistake: these Drill Instructors are playing a role. At its best, it's masterful performance art, but with a twist — the tremendous personal responsibility they feel for building raw recruits into disciplined products. Despite their gruff, borderline hostile interaction with recruits, Drill Instructors are real people with real emotions and tremendous dedication to shaping young lives.


 
“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.
 
 
Hand-to-hand combat and weapons training.
 
Hand-to-hand combat is an engagement between two or more persons in an empty-handed struggle or with handheld weapons such as knives, sticks, and/or rifles with bayonets. These fighting arts are essential military skills. Projectile weapons may be lost or broken, or they may fail to fire. When friendly and enemy forces become so intermingled that firearms and grenades are not practical, hand-to-hand combat skills become vital assets.
 
Today’s battlefield scenarios may require silent elimination of the enemy. Unarmed combat and expedient-weapons training should not be limited to forward units. With rapid mechanized/motorized, airborne, and air assault abilities, units throughout the battle area could be faced with close-quarter or unarmed fighting situations. With low-intensity conflict scenarios and guerrilla warfare conditions, any soldier is apt to face an unarmed confrontation with the enemy, and hand-to-hand combative training can save lives. The many practical battlefield benefits of combative training are not its only advantage.
 
Tell me a little bit about your Training experience, Soldier Sam.
 
 
 
We had to board the pirate vessel and engage in live combat with the crew to stop their plan. Rams Mascot would say, “In the future, every one of you will be glad you’ve been trained for moments like this.”
 
 
When we stepped outside, it felt like we were floating on air. So when we walked, it was as if we were bouncing with each step. We quickly gathered up some moon rocks as souvenirs. Then we began to inspect the rocket to make sure it was flyable for the return trip. Things did not look good.
 
 
Right when this phase of the training started, Rams Mascot’s attention turned to that unfortunate football player. He was one of the best on that Great Team, but he really had become a target for Rams Mascot.
 
In order to be eligible to play it was necessary for him to keep up in his studies, a very difficult matter, for while he was not dumber than a brick he was not any smarter.
 
 
Rams Mascot abruptly broke this silence in an amazing manner. "Pow, Pow, Pow!" he said, in a low voice, and turned around to face the group. He glanced appealingly around the room.
 
All of us, of course, shared Rams Mascot’s  desire that the recruit should stay on top of this training phase for the  hardest and most important of the season was almost here, and all of us wanted to see the team play well enough to get the W.
 
 
"It has fighter jets taking off and landing on it!" some recruit shouted out with an encouraging tone and we all were cheering on Mr. Football, hoping he would grow a brain.
 
 Somebody else gave a fine imitation of a jet launching off the runway.
 
Rams Mascot himself rounded off the little show. "It carries aircraft!!," he provided the most obvious clue.
 
This guy was staring at the floor now, trying to think, his hands rubbing together, his face red from the effort to respond to Rams Mascot with the right answer to the question.
 
An aircraft carrier’s mission is led by a captain who has a lot of real world experience. Most have spent much of their long careers at sea.
 
Those who are assigned to deploy on the carrier are accompanied by an experienced crew that had also been through a lot of training for the fighter landing mission. One of the crew showed up at our training session and  proceeded to introduce us to a secret known only to astronauts: that there is a small base on the moon.
 
A crew makes up that base with a continuous presence they live there and the station interior is somehow in some sort of bubble of existence with normal Earth properties -- air, gravity, etc. As we were told, this "bubble" is not visible to normal telescopes on Earth—the field of view just begins/ends from the vantage of other planets.
 
Anything else you want to tell me, Soldier Sam ?’
 
Yes, Sarina. It goes a little something like this.
 
 
“I’m really happy with the changes we’re implementing. As long as you and me are working together, we are in the right place.”
 
 
TOUR SITE SCENES
“The Sunny Sky Adventure” 
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had arrived at the North Pole!!
 
 
When I first went into Santa’s workshop, I didn’t know where I was. But then I saw the reindeer, and at that very moment, I knew I was at Santa’s workshop. The two places I wanted to go to most were Santa’s Office and then see a part of the North Pole outside of Santa’s Office like the reindeer house and the workshop itself.
 
Wow! We are going to get a Tour of Santa’s office, where all the important Christmas decisions are made!
 
Oh, it’s Santa’s reading room. Let’s look around. Santa’s reading room was huge. It had normal things you see in rooms, but they were magical. The walls were made of frosting. Santa also has a huge collection of books and a collection of CDs. His furniture was made of gingerbread, and his book talked. Santa’s desk is delicious because it is made out of cookie dough.
 
 
 
After seeing Santa’s office, let’s check out another part of the North Pole—Where all the Work gets done. This is where the magic happens!
 
It was wonderful to get my wish and see the elves’ toy shop with the amazing toys and Santa’s office where the list felt like it would never end. I want to keep this experience in my heart forever!
 
 
 
It had been cold and cloudy at the North Pole for almost two weeks. The elves were sitting in front of the fireplace trying to get warm.
“It has been cloudy for so long. I really wish we could see a sunny sky,” said Sarina.
The other elves agreed that they, too, were tired of the cloudy skies.
“I’ve got an idea!” said Soldier Sam. “Why don’t we build a great big tower—higher than the clouds! It’s sure to be sunny up there.
Back in Mrs. Clauses Kitchen “Whaaaachoo!!” a cloud of flour drifted out through the bakeshop door.
“Ah..uh..uh..uh, My Goodness!…” Sarina exclaimed.
Sarina and Soldier Sam had discovered where the clouds in the sky were coming from.
Soldier Sam scampered to Mrs. Claus’ table just in time for the “Ginger bread cookies!”
 
Detective Sarina walked Santa into the other room. "Up here," Detective Sarina called from a twisting flight of stairs. The front door banged shut just as Sarina started up the steps. "Oh, I must have left the door open. The wind must have shut it." Sarina said. Again they started up the stairs.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have a Holiday Mystery for You to solve! Announced Santa
 
“Oh, Santa. I’m great at Solving Mysteries! Maybe Soldier Sam could help too. What’s your problem, Santa?” Sarina asked.
 
Santa sure did have a mystery that no one at the North Pole could solve.
 
 
There is something going on out there that seems ordinary to you but would be perceived as extraordinary by someone else. Why do people go to football games? 
 
Sarina flashed such a dazzling smile that for a moment Santa Smiled Back. But there was business to be taken care of.
 
"When is Santa going to give us clues to solve the Mystery?” Solider Sam inquired.
 
"I don't know." Sarina Answered.
 
"Don't let Santa give you the run-around. Not with such a charm about you." Said Soldier Sam.
 
'Oh, to hell with that!' Solider Sam addressed Santa 'I can't mix it up with you right now.. I got to figure this Mystery out, so go back to wherever you came from, write one of your books and forget it.'
 
Momentarily Soldier Sam looked at Sarina smiling as if she would understand, as if anyone would understand. 'I can't tell you all about the North Pole in just a couple of minutes, Sarina.'
 
“Hey Santa, take us to the North Pole's observatory. I bet Soldier Sam and I will find a clue there to Solve your mystery.
 
Santa straightened his attention.
 
'When I do write a book,' Santa said, 'I'll make you the laughing stock of the North Pole, Soldier Sam.'
 
After a minute Sarina spoke.
 
'You guys can never get the idea,' Sarina commented. 'I've never seen anyone get the idea and I been in this business a long time.”
 
 
 
 
Ok, Sarina and Soldier Sam. I’ll take you to the North Pole's Observatory. Maybe you will find a clue to solve this mystery. Just be on your best behavior.
 
You are a Guest at the North Pole. You will learn many useful things about our Operation that will be sure to help you on any mission you might find yourselves on in the Future.
 
 
 
 
Visit of the North Pole's observatory
 
Today, we will be visiting a location that very few people know about. You will be given the chance to visit the North Pole's observatory. This observatory is used, among other things, to follow the trajectory of the North Star and the Evening Star, but also to follow Santa on Christmas Eve so that we know right away if he has a problem. Santa will guide you in this special adventure. Enjoy your visit of the starry sky!
 
“Hey, Santa!” Look Soldier Sam! Look at that Orange Box sitting under the Christmas Tree. What could possibly be in the Orange Box?”
 
“Why don’t you open the Orange Box up, Sarina. Maybe it has something you are looking for!”
 
“Ok, Santa. Come over here and check out this Orange Box with me, Soldier Sam!” Sarina was so excited. They opened the Orange Box together.
 
Look Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed. “It’s the Clue we have been looking for. I just knew we would find something at this Stop on the North Pole Tour!”
 
Letter Opener
 
Santa gets a lot of mail. I mean a LOT of mail. And tiny little elf fingers are very susceptive to paper cuts. That’s why you need to bring a letter opener, and ideally one that’s as awesome as this one depicted in the North Pole’s greatest mail-in shows on TV.
 
 
 
What a Great North Pole Tour you took me and Soldier Sam on, Santa. Now we have the clue to solve your mystery!” Sarina was so happy.
 
“Yes Sarina” Santa appreciated Sarina’s Smart Detective Work. Merry Christmas to you and Soldier Sam from all of us at the North Pole!”
 
MYSTERY
There is something going on out there that seems ordinary to you but would be perceived as extraordinary by someone else. Why do people go to football games? 
After a call on Soldier Sam, the studio bookie, whose great patron he once had been, Mr.  Reindeer dropped in on Sarina.
 
The reindeer. He had no idea to submit, but he caught Sarina in a hurried moment flying off to a North Pole Producers Conference and was unexpectedly invited to step in and wait for her return.
 
The office was rich and proper. There were no letters worth reading on the desk, but there was a bottle of Bourbon and glasses in a cupboard and presently he sat down on a big sofa and fell asleep.
 
He was awakened by Sarina’s return, in high indignation.
 
'Of all the damn nonsense! We get a hurry call--heads of all departments. One Reindeer is late and we wait for him. He comes in and gets a bitching out for wasting untold dollars worth of time.
 
Then what do you suppose: Santa has lost his favourite hat!'
 
Soldier Sam failed to associate the fact with himself.
 
'All the department heads stop production!' continued Soldier Sam. Everyone here drop everything and look for a Red Santa Hat!'
 
Soldier Sam sank despairingly into a chair, 'I can't talk to you today, Mr. Reindeer.. By end of day, I've got to get a title to a picture about something called a football game. Got any ideas to understand what that is all about? I don’t”
 
'No,' said the Reindeer. Never heard of it”. 'No.'
 
'Well, go up to Santa’s office and help him figure something out. There's a decent payout in it.
 
In a daze the Reindeer wandered to the door.
 
'Hey,' said Soldier Sam, 'don't forget your hat.'
 
 
They walked to the Bulletin Board and Sarina saw that there was work scheduled on three stages--and one of the directors was someone Soldier Sam knew from another job.
 
Soldier Sam glanced at the beginning and then at the end.
 
"I'd like it better if we could get Rams Stadium in somewhere," he said frowning. "Have the Reindeer go as a Fan and then the character could get regenerated. See what I mean?"
 
There was no answer. Sarina turned and saw the door softly closing.
 
What is this? Sarina exclaimed. What kind of collaborating can someone do if there is a walkout?
 
Santa had not even given the legitimate excuse--the big football game at Rams Stadium.
 
The door opened again, a Reindeers face, rather frightened, showed itself momentarily, said "Oh," and disappeared. Then it returned.
 
"Why it's Mr. Reindeer!" Sarina exclaimed.
 
"I was looking for Santa."
 
Sarina fumbled for his name but the reindeer supplied it.
 
"Roger Reindeer. I was your secretary when I worked here before.
 
Soldier Sam knew the Reindeer had once worked with him and Sarina but for the moment could not remember whether there had been something remarkable he had accomplished.
 
It did not seem to Soldier Sam that it had been some kind of employment--but looking at the Reindeer now, that appeared rather too bad.
 
"Sit down," said Sarina. "You assigned to Santa?"
 
"I thought so--but he hasn't given me any work yet." Replied the Reindeer.
 
"I think he's nuts," Soldier Sam decided. "He asked me what a Touchdown was. Maybe he's out of order or some other malfunction -that's why he's out here. He'll probably start upchucking all over the office."
 
"He's well now," Sarina ventured.
 
"He doesn't look like it to me. Come on in my office. You can work for me this afternoon."
 
Soldier Sam opened up another bottle of Bourbon while Sarina read the script of Rams Stadium aloud to him. About midway in the second sequence he had started drinking.
 
 
'You'd like a ticket ?' Sarina asked as they entered the Football Film Room
 
'What guy wouldn't? complained Soldier Sam sarcastically'
 
'Some would, for millions of dollars. 'Some of them would rather go on pounding the keys or just hanging around. You'd be surprised.'
 
'I'd do almost anything for Rams ticket, I guess. If you are going to be there, Sarina' Soldier Sam said.
 
Looking at Sarina a minute later he wondered honestly to himself if it couldn't be arranged.
 
There was  Donner, there was Dasher, there was Blitzen, and all the rest of the usual Suspects, but their credit was low on all sides of Soldier Sam.
 
He could do something for her, Soldier Sam decided. He would try at least to get an agent interested--if all went well at the meeting.
 
'What are you doing next week?' Soldier Sam asked.
 
'Nothing,' Sarina answered promptly. 'Hadn't we better eat and get to the Rams Game
 
'Sure, sure.' Conceded Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam made a further inroad on his bank account to pay for the case of Bourbon he needed to tolerate the game--you certainly had the right to celebrate before your own preview--and took Sarina out for dinner at Burger King.
 
“Who was that Reindeer Suspect again, Soldier Sam?” asked Sarina.
 
The answer to that question figured more prominently than that game to Soldier Sam.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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
 



 
PART 1

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 Sarina had decided to sleep in the attic to be away where she could consider California Life. Rams Mascot 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 asleep somewhat early, but up again a short time later to protest bitterly against Soldier Sam, Sarina’s dog Mickey and Rams Mascot 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. Mickey, 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 Mickey was the last canine in the world to give way to that.

Nevertheless, he had warned Sarina, Solider Sam and Ram’s Mascot 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.
 
It all started when Sarina was putting together the script for her next show. Soldier Sam was offering some suggestions for her work. Sarina was just getting ready to go live with her show when everything started shaking.
 
Things were flying everywhere. It was an EARTHQUAKE!
 
 
A single tremble quivered beneath Sarina’s feet. She perceived a faint growl in the distance. The trees hovering outside the wind began to sway intensively while the tall grass stirred in an unruly pattern. Then came the silence, the silence that could only mean one thing— destruction.

Everything was a blur once everyone in the house understood what was going on. The sky was foggy, and its blue hue was covered by a gray smog. The  fog kept Rams Mascot from seeing the things around me clearly.
 


Sarina and Soldier Sam ducked for cover while everyone else stood there, too scared to move. Even Mickey and Rams Mascot didn’t move! It shaked like jelly and it was the scariest earthquake ever!
 
A bookshelf fell on top of Rams Mascot. The lights from Sarina’s Studio Set nearly swept Mickey off his feet. It was a disaster! Everyone was as scared as they could be.

The earthquake went for a couple more minutes and then Soldier Sam ran into the corridor and checked if anyone was ok.
 
Sarina ran into the kitchen and it was as cold as ice. It was a nightmare! They all ran upstairs and Sarina heard singing. It was the best singing she had ever heard and Sarina made a note of it as it had good material for her next show.
 




“Where’s the jackhammer?” asked Sarina.

That literally was Sarina’s initial thought when the earthquake hit. It was followed by the following conversation in her head:

“Is this normal? That must be the biggest jackhammer ever! And could it shake the room this much? asked Sarina.

“Maybe a very strong, fighter jet just flew overhead” suggested Soldier Sam.

“Wait…this is lasting too long to be a fighter jet” exclaimed Rams Mascot.

In all honesty, Rams Mascots’ initial gut reaction was “EARTHQUAKE!” – but this was immediately cast aside in his head for being a ridiculous thought.
 
After going back and forth in Rams Mascot’s head, with the room continuing to shake, he reached the following conclusion. Yes, this was indeed an earthquake. Next thought process?

“Uhh—when is this going to end?”

“Oh no,  I have no idea what to do in an earthquake.” Sarina admitted.

Soldier Sam proceeded by running around, slightly panicked, trying to find a place in the house where he thought he might be safe.

Should I go outside? Do I stand under a doorframe? Go under the couch and join Rams Mascot, who ran under there promptly and who is, by the way, still there?

Sarina went back to her desk, and proceeded to check Twitter (yes, crazily enough, that was her decision process) to see if she was going crazy. .
 
It was real for sure.  Lots of tweets about earthquakes. Sarina realized she clearly not imagining things. Followed by more walking around…continued shaking.’

Assessed damage?


Several crooked painting frames and one terrified dog. In all seriousness though, it was very scary!
 
 
Every house, tree, and object that was once intact was now in ruins. Sarina’s vision blurred even more when she saw the remains of the house across the street. The tree in the front yard was lying on the ground with brambles all around it, its bright orange swing set was unattached but close to it.
 
Could the house that used to contain all the happiness in the world fall into a pile of shattered pieces?



 
Sarina always knew California was prone to natural disasters since it had been struck by earthquakes multiple times in years past, but she had never experienced a terror such as this earthquake. The earthquakes she had experienced before never affected her. They were always somewhat minor and at most had only taken down a couple of trees, but this earthquake was much more. It was much worse than anything she had endured in her lifetime.
 
PART 2


The Earthquake instantly awakened Rams Mascot 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 Rams Mascot 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.
 
The Earthquake had stunned Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam tried to stand up, but his body was motionless. he had no strength to position himself on his feet.
 
Soldier Sam regained a bit of strength after lying on the ground for some time, but his mind was still a blazing fire. He mindlessly hobbled around the kitchen, passing by mounds of rubble and broken bricks though not really processing anything in his head at all.
 
Soldier Sams’ eyes viewed different things, different places, and even different people, but he walked on as a mindless zombie, having no reaction to anything around him at all. All he could think of was if there would be breakfast in the morning.
 
 
 Soldier Sam 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 hers or that, only partially awake, she was engaged in some form of running in her sleep.



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 Rams Mascot, 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’ cot falling, that awakened Sarina in the attic. Rams Mascot’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 Rams Mascot at the attic door.

Several hours before the earthquake…


Before the earthquake, Mickey who was wakeful, decided to pretend that craziness was on him, in order to have, as he later explained it, some "fun."
 
Mickey 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 Mickey but with a certain gleam in his eyes. Sarina leaped out of bed, and rushed to escort Mickey 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 Rams Mascot, 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 Soldier Sam in the kitchen and 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.

Rams Mascot 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 Rams Mascot’s 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," Rams Mascot said.

This vexed Sarina. "I tell you Mickey busted up into the attic and interrupted my 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 Rams Mascot pulling Sarina and Soldier Sam apart. Rams Mascot was capable, fortunately, of handling them both and never in Rams Mascot’s life was alarmed by their actions..


"What's the matter with Sarina?" Rams Mascot demanded. Soldier Sam said he didn't know. Sarina had just straight ran towards the door.


"Where did you think you were going?" Rams Mascot asked Sarina. Rams Mascot looked at Soldier Sam.

"Look out for Soldier Sam!" said Sarina to Rams Mascot.who looked at Soldier Sam.





Rams Mascot went to Mickey’s door, unlocked it, and tiptoed through into the room. Mickey 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.

Rams Mascot gave Sarina a look. "I tell you he did," said Sarina.

Their presence in the room finally seemed to awaken Mickey and he was-- or rather, as to be found out long afterward, pretended to be—astonished, shocked and confused. "What's the matter?" Mickey asked.

"Nothing," said Rams Mascot. "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, Rams Mascot and Mickey argued the thing for perhaps an hour after which Rams Mascot convinced Sarina to sleep in the Trophy Room for a while "You're be safer there Sarina," said Rams Mascot firmly, as he shut her door.

Soldier Sam could hear Sarina grumbling for a long time, with an occasional unsympathetic retort from Rams Mascot

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 Mickey’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."

Rams Mascot 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 Rams Mascot. “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 Mickey 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 Rams Mascot 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.

Rams Mascot would not let the group discuss the affair during breakfast. "We'll go on to something more elevating, like the beauty of Sarina" said Rams Mascot.

"Get some sleep, both of you," Rams Mascot 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.
 
 
That Earthquake became the bond that would sustain everyone in that house for the rest of their lives.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam were both just so happy they were alive and hoped nothing like this disaster would ever happen again!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.
 
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.
“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!"
 
 
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 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.
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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 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.
 
 
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 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.
 
 
 
 
 “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 happened to be on the train flying by the brick buildings dotting the Bronx landscape on her way to Yankee Stadium for the big game. The Boston Red Sox were in town. She was sitting quietly on one of the cars at the back of the train checking all the pregame hype out on her phone.
 
Sarina looked up from her phone and noticed Solider Sam sitting in front of her a few seats toward the front of the car. Sarina walked over as the train stopped at Grand Concourse Station.
 
“Well,” said Sarina, “if this isn’t Soldier Sam!”
 
“Well,” said Solider Sam, “if it isn’t Sarina!”
 
“Well, Solider Sam,” said Sarina, “I never expected to meet you on this train.”
 
“I usually drive to Yankee Stadium“.Soldier Sam replied. “I just took this train this evening because the car was in The Shop today.”
 
Oh, You‘re going to the Yankee Game tonight?” asked Sarina.
 
“Yeah, I’ve been pretty bored lately at work so I thought I might be less bored if I went to the game.” Solider Sam admitted
 
“That’s my plan too , and I am certainly glad we happened to be in the same car.” Sarina said.
 
“I am glad too, but it is funny we happened to be in the same car.” Solider Sam said.
 
It seemed funny to both Sarina and Solider Sam but they both played it off like it was no big deal. After a pause Sarina spoke again:
 
“Where are you headed for after the game?” Sarina asked.
 
“That pub on Jerome Avenue,” replied Soldier Sam. “I try to get over there a couple times a year.  Where are you going?”
 
“Me?” asked Sarina. “I am going there too. I have got to check it out every once in a while when I go to watch the Yankees.”
 
“Do you go to Yankee games very often?” asked Solider Sam.
 
“Me? Every little while” Sarina replied How often do you go there?”
 
“Every chance I get” admitted Solider Sam. “How long has it been since you went to the Fried Chicken Joint for pre-game festivities“. . Lot of changes on the menu recently.”
 
“Who do you mean, exactly, Like what?” Sarina asked.
 
“Well, they have a whole new sauce selection for the potatoes, And the coleslaw is new and improved.“ replied Soldier Sam.
 
“Oh, does the Standard  Flavor Crispy Chicken still come in the 10 piece buckets?.Maybe we could share. I’m pretty hungry” Sarina suggested.
 
Soldier Sam agreed at once.
 
“The Bronx isn’t exactly the same as it was when I was growing up. Sarina said.
 
“It’s changing all the time, replied Solder Sam., I guess every place changes over time. But a lot of things stay the same.
 
“What are you reading there?” Solider Sam asked.
 
“Oh, it is just a little article on what the Manager has said about how he might shake up the Batting Order tonight. Sarina replied. “ The Yanks haven‘t exactly been lighting it up the last few games.”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “There’s a good many interesting articles on the Yanks everyday on twitter, I check them out every once in a while when it gets slow at work.


“I’ve only seen a couple articles specifically about the Game Plan” Sarina said “A lot of them are just advertising for Merchandise, which is fine cause I like to spend some of my paycheck on Pinstripes Gear now and then.


“Well, go ahead and finish your article, Sarina  and don’t let me disturb you.” Solider Sam was going to check his phone too.
 
“Well I just wanted to finish it up” Sarina replied.  Go ahead and finish what you’re reading yourself.”
 
“All right. We can talk things over later. It is funny we happened to get on the same car.” Solider Sam was so happy he and Sarina were going to the Yankees Game together.
 
By the time they were halfway to the game 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.
 
 
“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 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 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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
 
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.
 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.
 
 
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.
 
ORANGE VALENTINES #4
 
“Walk around Onondaga Lake Park”
 
The Flight through Space was finally complete. The Starship bolted down from the sky and landed in New York.
 
Cupid was there on the Tarmac to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Cupid called out. “Welcome to Syracuse!”
 
“Thanks Cupid” Sarina replied.
 
“Isn’t there a Big Orange Basketball Game Tonight?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“There for sure is an Orange Game tonight. But first I have a Place to show you guys?” said Cupid.


Cupid was a Legend at Syracuse. It was in Fact one of his favorite places to be. To work his Magic.
 
Cupid is known for his skill in organizing, his insight into the potentialities of couples, and his observance of tradition. He likes an organized, stable life and makes decisions by weighing the pros and cons and favoring justice in love over the emotional desires of people who are not ready for his arrows.
 
 
Some time before Valentines Day several years ago, that Love-Makin’ machine Cupid showered Syracuse with arrows and everyone was ready. As soon Cupid arrived in Syracuse, Sarina and Soldier Sam were ready to look Cupid straight in the eyes and make their case.
 
 
Let’s get on our way to our Pre-Game Event, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid instructed.
“This is quite a place. Cupid added.
“Let’s do a little Preview before we get to the site, Cupid” Sarina suggested.
“Hop in my Ride, you two. I have a couple of questions about your Flight before we get to the Tour Site” Cupid responded.
 
 
The simple strong starship I was in earlier, during my training simulation, shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal and went crashing onto the wet coffee colored sand and burning with Orange colored flames.
 
But then I teamed up with Soldier Sam for the real-world mission. The mission that led us here today” explained Sarina.
 
Soldier Sam saw the great potential for adventure, and teamed up with me right away at his first opportunity, We climbed up the stairs to the Starship control room and opened the window into the Galaxy.
 
After this, Soldier Sam and I got involved in the task of Interstellar space together. Soldier Sam had a lot of people in his network that gave him all kinds of news. He always relays the latest intelligence reports to me so I stay up to speed.
 
Cupid’s Ride was zigging and zagging though Syracuse Traffic.
 
Here we are at the Mystery Spot for our Tour, Sarina and Soldier Sam” announced Cupid. “I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of Questions.
 
“We’re ready, Cupid” shouted Sarina. “Let’s Check it out!”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “Let’s get this party started, Cupid!!”
 
 

“What is this place?” asked Sarina.
 
 
 
Onondago Lake Park is bustling year-round with social interaction, special events, waterfront picnics and the region's premier skate and dog parks.

“Where did all the Cuse Fans go, Cupid?” Sarina asked.

“To wherever they wish,” Replied Cupid. They may have gone to another dimension, another planet, another Universe, or maybe just on a hike through this beautiful park.
 
The "Central Park of Central New York" is an 8+ mile linear greenway, featuring four great trails - East Shore Recreation, Shoreline Walking Trail, Lakeland Nature and the West Shore.


Sarina and Soldier Sam still couldn’t make out what that meant.

“Now you will learn about why all the Cuse Fans love this park,” said Cupid.

“Fire away,” Sarina said.
 
Wegmans Landing, a ten-acre venue, includes Wegmans Playground, a colorful mecca with climbers, swings, play houses and slides while the 16,000 sq. ft. concrete Onondaga Lake Skatepark, open to skateboarders, BMX bikers, and inline skaters.


“Cuse Fans are the great descendants of a very highly advanced civilization called New York, which once existed in the Atlantic Ocean, millions of years ago.” Explained Cupid.

“I’m familiar with that name,” Soldier Sam said. “Didn’t it rise above the surface of the sea or something?”

“That it did,” replied Cupid. “New York rose above the waves and docked at the edge of North America, very gradually of course. Millions of years ago, like I said because of the waves created by a mighty flood.”
 
“Enough about the Oceans millions of years ago, Cupid. Everyone knows about that. Let’s focus on this State Park, as it exists today,” Sarina proposed.
 
Onondago Lake State Park features the challenging Liberty Bowl, volcano, quarter pipes and fun boxes. Explore a bit of Syracuse history at The Salt Museum, built on the site of an original salt boiling block.

“Why all this change?” asked Sarina

“Because we live very long lives,” Cupid replied. “I myself am almost one million  years old.”

“But you look so young, Cupid” said Soldier Sam.

“Appearances don’t matter,” Cupid explained.

“Why do so many Cuse Fans live outside the State Park than in?” asked Sarina.
 
“In Part because of highly advanced Technology” replied Cupid. It’s so easy to get from other parts to the State Park these days. It’s just a hop, skip and a jump from pretty much anywhere in New York.
 
“Just take a look at some of the new technology we have developed right here in Syracuse with out world-class research facilities” Cupid offered.
 
Flying cars: The fastest way to get from Point A to Point B is to travel as the birds fly — in a line. Syracuse’s hilly, watery terrain makes that straight shot impossible much of the time, slowing us down. Is it any wonder that science fiction takes us to the skies?


Sarina and Soldier Sam weren’t all that surprised to hear that – after all, that is how they arrived in Syracuse—in a starship with similar capabilities.
 
“There is much more to this State Park than I have told you so far” Cupid was gauging Sarina’s interest.
 
The State Park also features the Griffin Visitor Center with courts for shuffleboard, bocce, and volleyball.  The Equipment Rental Shop offers bikes of all sizes and various recreational equipment.
 
 “Let’s check it out. You, Sarina may find something of interest next to the shuffleboard court.
 
What’s this Cupid? Sarina asked as she and Soldier Sam walked over to the Hologram.
Read it and see Sarina. It is a special clue about Valentines Day” Directed Cupid.
“Ok, Cupid. Lets See what it says” Sarina started reading the Hologram.


“You blow me away!”
 
Because you're so fine in every way
I'm sending my Love on Valentine's Day
You made me turn from a life of crime
Will you be my best friend Valentine?


“I just can’t believe it!” Sarina exclaimed. On Valentine’s Day. A special message just for me!”
 
 
“And after all this, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid continued. There is still so much of the Park to explore:
Shaded picnic areas, ballfields, waterfront lawns, table games, observation area, a fishing pier and the hub of the trail system can all be found here.

“Are we going to do all those things today?” Soldier Sam asked.

“You’ll find out later, there is only so much time in a day, after all” replied Cupid.

Sarina and Soldier Sam would have to be satisfied with that
 
“Wow, Cupid, that was quite a Tour!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
“It sure was” Soldier Sam had a great time too.
 
“We have some time to burn before the Cuse Game. Let’s stop by this Bar” suggested Cupid.
 
“By the way, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” Cupid remembered something. “You told me about your flight.  But I forget to ask, did you two go on any adventures during your Pit Stops?”
 
Several times on our Space Trip, my tire went flat while I was driving many of the crew was asleep outside the engine room.
 
It was a heavily traveled Galaxy route, so I pulled over. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that Soldier Sam was already on station..
 
Soldier Sam offered to help. As he installed the donut, we talked. Soldier Sam explained that he was on monitor duty in the engine room when he noticed the discrepancy in the flight pattern.
 
When I looked back outside the ship, Soldier Sam was gone and the Starship was back on its way. Do angels traverse the Galaxy too? I believe they do.
 
 
For the Trip to Syracuse, Soldier Sam looked like he was straight out of Picture Books. He was sporting full Orange Regalia.
 
“I’ve got a special surprise that you will be sure to like, Sarina!” Cupid announced.
 
 Cupid was excited about Sarina’s Valentine too!
 
 
Cupid said to Sarina, “Well, I never saw you so ready for a Valentine as you are tonight.
 
..Those words you use, Cupid!”—Sarina accepted the Valentine and saw there were Front Row Seats to the game that night..
 
 
What excitement Soldier Sam displayed. It was almost time for the Game to Start!
 
“I’ve never gotten this good of seats for a Cuse Game either, Cupid. Sarina wanted to show here appreciation for Cupid’s thoughtful Valentine.
 
“Let’s get going, Sarina! Soldier Sam agreed with her “All the Orange Fans are starting to do their thing out there, making noise. I don’t want to stand in line at the gates forever!”
 
 
 
CUPID’S FIRST SYRACUSE ORANGE GAME EXPERIENCE
 
 
PART 4
 
It was Valentines Day and the Orange was matched up against a ACC rival. Sarina and Soldier Sam would enter Orange Stadium on Valentines Day using the tickets Cupid had given us earlier that day. The view inside the stadium was just as amazing as the view outside if not better. The upper tier is contoured to leave open space and the roof is significantly canted inwards. These features are meant to provide cover to the court as is possible. The stadium seats and almost record number of fans and the games always are played to full capacity.
 
 
Excitement, adrenaline, fans, and a perfectly painted hardwood floor: these are all things that come to mind when thinking about a Hoops stadium. One of the most impressive hoops stadiums Sarina have ever been to is, "The Orange Dome.”  This first time Cupid had gone there and he was overwhelmed by the size, and beauty of it massive structure. Have you ever been in a stadium? Have you ever been a fan of a Hoops team? If you have you will know what Cupid was talking about.
 
A flash of light and here was Soldier Sam here on the edge of the parking lot. He walked around for a while and found the Ticket Gate and thought of taking rest here cause he was tired.”
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam! Stop quarrelling. It will lead us to nothing”, Cupid said.
 Orange Mascot welcomed them at the Stadium entrance and they all sat in a circle eating some peanuts and popcorn which Cupid had collected from the concession stand.
 
Cupid wittingly veered away the context of the discussion.
 
“But we would have realized!”, Sarina argued back. The crew discussed other options as to how they could have come to such a world as Syracuse but everything appeared too far out. They could not find logic in any of the thoughts.
 
 
“It is just a request on my behalf, for it might help us unfold the mystery. Soldier Sam challenged.
 
“Cupid ,we are motivated listeners", Sarina said. “Please do start.”

Cupid rushed in, saw the same sight and was left in shock. Soldier Sam never would be as amazed as he was at that moment.
 
Inside the Stadium, way ahead of them sitting on the floor was none other than Orange Mascot.
 
 
“Are you talking about that legendary Orange Mascot. If you were aware that this Orange Mascot could get us into trouble, why didn't you warn us before?” inquired Soldier Sam.
 
“Soldier Sam, I didn't think that an orange stadium fantasy, as it seemed to me, could be true. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that such a mascot could exist”, Sarina said.
“I’ve got a great idea!” Sarina exclaimed. “Soldier Sam and I should get a photo with Orange Mascot. Then we could prove we were here and have a lasting memory.
 
“Hey, Cupid,” Soldier Sam wanted to get his attention. “Could you snap a pic of Me and Sarina with Orange Mascot? That would be awesome!”
 
“Of course, Soldier Sam” Cupid replied. Just find Orange Mascot and I will be over to take the shot of you and Sarina.”
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam, you were brought here directly. Why don't you act just as if you were working over at the studio? I'll be through soon.
 
 
A key mistake that beginner photographers make is that they get so dialed in on the subject of the photo that they forget that there's a background to worry about as well
 
 
“Hey Sarina, we got that picture with Orange Mascot! All the lighting was great and we were posed perfectly. Isn’t it great we were able to find Orange Mascot and he was so accommodating?”
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam” Sarina answered. I thought for a moment Cupid was going to lose his mind trying to operation the photo function on my phone. He had never operated anything like that before.”
 
“The game is about to start Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?
 
“I know you have been following it closely and I really don’t have a clue about what the Orange have faced so far this year, Soldier Sam continued. “How are they doing?”
 
“Sure Soldier Sam,” Sarina was glad to show off her knowledge of Cuse Hoops. “There have been a lot of developments so far this year.
 
 
Cuse puts the ball on the floor, gets by their opponents.
The Orange are getting shots in the lane. Cuse has been getting that shot in the Paint this season.
Orange fans really need an Orange Broken Heart Emoji. It would have been used a lot this season.
The Demon Deacons woke up to play this game and got some really quality looks and that really contributed to such good Wake Forest shooting. They were making the passes to get that open look.
 
 
The Orange were actually able to close the gap in offensive rebounds and finished with more points in the paint.
As early as Syracuse’s opening game, the Orange struggled to move off ball and find open shooting looks. At that point, Syracuse wasn’t driving toward the hoop and creating opportunities inside the 3-point arc, either. The result was Syracuse’s worst offensive output in recent memory.
 
'What do I get out of it?' Soldier Sam demanded, 'I'm no  basketball expert--I'm a writer.'
 
'Your mechanics salary has not stopped,' Sarina said, resuming her attention to the game. 'What does it matter if the boss wants you to do this?'
 
'It's different. responded Soldier Sam.. I've got my respect to consider.'
 
 
'Do I look that way?' Soldier Sam asked, and when Sarina smiled he felt better and asked: 'You haven't got a drink around, have you?'
 
 
CUSE GAME ACTION
 
 
 
The Dome is where all the action happens. Across Syracuse and Orange Nation, basketball is associated with passion, emotion, excitement, and dedication. The term ‘”Pure Orange Love’ and the feeling of being at a Hoops game are among the terms used to describe extreme emotional experiences with fans.
 
With every bucket and no-look pass, a fast break ending with a spectacular dime and slam dunk made all the Cuse  folks happy and proud. As the Hoops performance continued, my emotions were constantly changing with every momentum shift in the game.
 
 
For years, I had been dreaming about this moment in time. Just to be at the Orange Dome I had heard so much and only imagined during all those Radio Broadcast. It was so much more than I ever could have imagined.
 
As I and all the additional Orange Fans were at the game, I appeared all around once again around the sights and sounds from the game that I had anticipated for such a long time.
 
The fans plus the players really showed up and performed for this game and made it such a treat. The day was a blast for my friends and me personally, and the experience was one I will never forget because it was my initial trip to the Dome.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.

​CHAPTER 5
 
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.
 
 
 
Drill instructors literally scream so hard at recruits that they can pass out, or do serious and permanent damage to their vocal chords. That's why they spend a lot of time at Drill Instructor school learning to project correctly. They develop that raspy "frog voice." Losing their voice is inevitable, especially during the first phase of boot camp when orders are constantly barked.  "It's just the things recruits say. They'll think they're saying something so serious, but it'll come out so ridiculous and you just want to breakdown. Instead they scream at us for doing or saying the wrong thing
 
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.
 
Basic/Advanced rifle marksmanship.
 
Marksmanship is the development of skills to hit whatever we aim at with certainty, at any range, within the effective range of our rifle. The skills required are numerous. It could be terrain, weather conditions, wind conditions: it does not matter. The only thing that matters is: we need to know with certainty that we can make the shot or not. If not, think twice before taking the shot.
 
Without a scope, there are four factors to sighting consistently: the target, the front sight, the rear sight, and your shooting eye. The front and rear sites do not change, however, the distance from the rear sight to your eye can change and this must be avoided. When you find the right position for your shooting eye, remember it. Note the position of your eye and nose to the rifle. This applies to practicing with a scope. Ensure your eye comes into the same position every time you aim. Practice this until it becomes second nature as this will result in a consistent sight picture. Take sight easier to focus on the front sight using your peripheral vision. When you focus on the front sight the rear sight blurs and it is hard to tell with a leaf sight that you are centered.
Tell me a little bit about your Training experience, Soldier Sam.
 
 
We had to hold our breath while attempting to disable the pirate vessel’s engine underwater. Stealth is the name of the game.
 
As I dove into the water, I was pretending I was patrolling a dangerous beach under a full moon, and my focus fell on how the strength I was mustering up while cutting through the water was something I could tap into on any mission, like flying to the moon in a rocket ship..
 
Rams Mascot was yelling at us to jump into the water and my sense of resolve was changing right before my eyes. “Let it all go. Let yourself go. Whatever you’re experiencing, always think: this will make you stronger!” Rams Mascot continued.
Rams Mascot was really screaming now-  “There is only one certainty: I will always be here with you, fulfilling my duty around your world at night. Tomorrow I will be there, and the day after that, and after that…
 
If I went through hell in rifle training--for different reasons-becoming an amphibian was even worse. I don't even like to talk about it. They wouldn't let you join in future exercises it you didn’t make the mark in the water.
 
I tried to cut a deal by having another recruit sign my card give my number and swim across the pool in my place, but that deal was no dice.
 
 
I didn't like the water, I didn't like swimming, and I didn't like Rams Mascot, and now that training is done I still don't. I may never swim if I spend the rest of my career pushing paper at a desk, but I passed my water work anyway.
 
 
 
They asked each recruit to spit out their social security number when they were under the most duress during training camp, but Rams Mascot wouldn’t stop there. "Where are you from, spit head, what is your major malfunction?"  Rams Mascot snapped at me. I couldn’t answer I was so stressed.
 
 
As before, we had some visiting astronauts, Rams Mascot treats them well. When the veteran astronaut is momentarily alone with a recruit, they mention that previous astronauts visiting the moon still haven’t figured out how the base had come to be on the moon, or how it’s crew manage to survive there.
 
The astronauts visit for a while and then leave. I believe they take pains not to point out the impossibility of the situation. If I recall correctly, it is feared that confrontation with the moon base could cause them to leave or disappear, which would prevent our leaders from ever figuring out how they got there.
 
Anything else you want to tell me, Soldier Sam ?’
 
Yes, Sarina. It goes a little something like this.
 
 
“We need to understand our bond requirements and what's our future end state and know exactly where we are at with day to day stuff like meals together.”.
 
 
 
 
 
TOUR SITE SCENES
“Soldier Sam Learns a Lesson” 
Sarina and Soldier Sam had arrived at the North Pole!!
 
Check out Santa’s mail box to send in your list, or write a sweet thank you note for the gifts you received this past year. Just outside Santa’s front door, feel the icy North Pole and watch it glow with the power of the Northern lights. This pole marks Santa’s Village at Sky Park as part of the magical North Pole.
 
 
Wow! We are going to get a Tour of Santa’s office, where all the important Christmas decisions are made!
 
When Sarina got to Santa’s Office It even had its own cafeteria, I spotted an elf talking a mile a minute, and thought how great it would be to have a candy bar. I got into the cafeteria to eat that delicious candy bar. The plan worked perfectly, and when I got to the cafeteria, and I could just taste the sweetness in the air of all the sweets. I opened up the door, and it was like the best place in the world.
 
 
After seeing Santa’s office, let’s check out another part of the North Pole—Where all the Work gets done. This is where the magic happens!
 
Sarina was walking outside when she saw the reindeer house. I went to go check it out. When I opened the sliding door, I saw reindeer. They are very lucky, because they all have cell phones. When I looked at a map, they had every reindeer on the commercial network but Rudolph! The elves looked tired, so I went to the candy shop and bought them all a candy bar. They were happy!
 
 
It was breaktime at Santa’s Workshop, and the elves were ready to go outside to play and exercise. Sometimes they like to ski, or skate, or play hockey, or do all sorts of other outdoor activities. This day happened to be the day for ice skating and a hockey game.
All the elves were out at the lake, skating, spinning and jumping. Everyone was having a great time, except Soldier Sam.
 
Soldier Sam dumped another cup of raisins into his breakfast oats. As he reached for the sugar bowl Sarina stopped him.
“Soldier Sam, that’s enough,“ Sarina shouted. “You’ve already had three lumps of sugar. There’s no need to stuff yourself. We are having the Reindeer Dinner this afternoon before Santa and his team leave on their Christmas Eve journey. There will be dancing, gifts and plenty of delicious food. All that sugar will spoil your appetite.“
Soldier Sam gulped down his breakfast. Then when Sarina wasn’t looking he grabbed a few lumps of sugar and headed out the door to find his Reindeer Friends and all the elves.
Soldier Sam had eaten too much breakfast, and now he just did not have room in his stomach for more and more food. He still sampled it anyway, but didn’t eat everything in the room as usual.
Sarina and Santa walked up the enormous stairway. Halfway up, Detective Sarina noticed a weather vane through the window. She realized that the wind was blowing west and sprang into action in order for the door to be shut it would have to have been blowing east.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam. I have a Holiday Mystery for You to solve. Announced Santa.
 
“Oh, Santa. I’m great at Solving Mysteries! Maybe Soldier Sam could help too. What’s your problem, Santa?” Sarina asked.
 
Santa sure did have a mystery that no one at the North Pole could solve.
 
 
You start what was supposed to just be a business front for a money laundering scheme, but your ridiculous idea is making more money than you ever dreamed. 
 
All day, Soldier Sam had turned the pages of the North Pole Times to try and come up with an idea for a great Christmas, fast approaching.
 
Even though Soldier Sam did not expect to have the best idea ever,  to compose a great Christmas script from this idea, he needed a decent one to get him inside Santa’s Studio..
 
“Hey Santa, take us to the North Pole's reindeer's house. I bet Soldier Sam and I will find a clue there to Solve your mystery.
 
 
Sarina encouraged Soldier Sam “ If you had nothing to submit, Soldier Sam I’m sure Christmas Day will sure be nice, even it became increasingly difficult to pass the gate to meet Santa.”
 
But though these newspapers, were the sources most commonly combed for "Original Christmas Fun" they yielded Soldier Sam nothing of value.
 
Soldier Sam found nothing that would help him get a Christmas Day Adventure with Sarina.
 
Ok, Sarina and Soldier Sam. I’ll take you to the North Pole's reindeer's house.
Maybe you will find a clue to solve this mystery. Just be on your best behavior.
 
You are a Guest at the North Pole. You will learn many useful things about our Operation that will be sure to help you on any mission you might find yourselves on in the Future.
 
 
Visit of the reindeer's house
 
Today, you will get to meet Santa's reindeer. I am sure you already know Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. He plays a very important role at the North Pole. He guides Santa's sleigh on Christmas Eve. Did you know that he's not the only reindeer who lives at the North Pole? In fact, there are eight other reindeer which help Rudolph pull Santa's sleigh: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen. Today, Santa will show you pictures of Santa's reindeer. You may color them and cut them out to create puppets. You can even create your own little puppet show with the reindeer. Have fun!
 
“Hey, Santa!” Look Soldier Sam! Look at that Orange Box sitting under the Christmas Tree. What could possibly be in the Orange Box?”
 
“Why don’t you open the Orange Box up, Sarina. Maybe it has something you are looking for!”
 
“Ok, Santa. Come over here and check out this Orange Box with me, Soldier Sam!” Sarina was so excited. They opened the Orange Box together.
 
Look Soldier Sam!” Sarina exclaimed. “It’s the Clue we have been looking for. I just knew we would find something at this Stop on the North Pole Tour!”
 
First Aid Kit
 
With saws and hammers and paper scissors and pointy elf shoes flying around the workshop, no matter how good Santa’s Safety guidelines are, accidents are going to happen. Good thing you’ve come prepared with a first-aid kit, including sticking pain relief and warmers for your hands frostbites, and everything else you need.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What a Great North Pole Tour you took me and Soldier Sam on, Santa. Now we have the clue to solve your mystery!” Sarina was so happy.
 
“Yes Sarina.” Santa appreciated Sarina’s Smart Detective Work. Merry Christmas to you and Soldier Sam from all of us at the North Pole!”
MYSTERY
You start what was supposed to just be a business front for a money laundering scheme, but your ridiculous idea is making more money than you ever dreamed. 
 
On the day before Sarina and Soldier Sam arrived, the Reindeer ran around and tried to give his picture production studio more of an office-type look. He wheeled the bar into a closet, put his scattered paperclips, rubber bands and file cards on the end tables. Here and there he set up tired piles of manuscripts.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam arrived, the principal investigative agents Santa had commissioned  at the North Pole Studio.
 
“Would you like a drink, Sarina?” the Reindeer asked her “I don’t know the protocol.”
 
“Not just now,” said Sarina “You’re Riley Reindeer, right?”
 
Soldier Sam was checking out a custom designed leather couch. “So this is the so-called office.”
 
“Not so-called,” said the Reindeer. “Just the office.”
 
“Some place,” said Saina. “Santa was right. Must have cost you a bundle to furnish it. Do you really need this much space just to go over the North Pole entertainment productions scripts?”
 
“Not really,” said the Reindeer. “You use tricks. Decorator short-cuts that make a little go a long way. Look, let’s not fool around. This is my office. I work here. I happen to like nice surroundings.
 
What’s Santa saying, I can call him up right now? That I have to work in a drab little place?” asked the Reindeer.
 
“The North Pole administration is saying take it easy,” said Soldier Sam easing himself into a white futuristic armchair and practically disappearing in the cushions.
 
“Where do you sleep, on the sofa?  “asked Sarina. “You work back there, too?”
 
The Reindeer had hoped they wouldn’t get around to that. He had devoted most of his money and effort to that room, paneling all four walls with mirrors, and the ceiling as well.
 
He had bought the thickest rug made and put in a heavily gadgeted bed—in the area of must get some sleep tradition. Just his luck, Sarina had taken a peek at the set-up on the way into the living room.
 
“I take naps back there,” said the Reindeer. “Half a dozen a day. That’s my style of working. Work a little, take a nap, then work some more. You want me to stop that and not take any naps, is that it?”
 
“Let me see your calendar, for approving the clips we use in the shows” said Sarina.
 
The Reindeer could not tell if he was winning or losing with Soldier Sam, who was starting to drink, but otherwise had a neutral expression.
 
The Reindeer was prepared to go along with Sarina until Soldier Sam stepped out of line, at which point he would ask that his case be turned over to higher-ups.
 
Santa had told him he could do that. But it was difficult to tell if Soldier Sam was stepping out of line. He probably wasn’t. So the Reindeer handed over his daily record book. He had worked on it for two weeks to make it look completely legitimate.
 
“You certainly take a lot of cabs,” said Sarina, flipping through the diary. “No, the North Pole Administration isn’t saying you should walk. They are merely making an observation.”
 
“The North Pole Administration is such a …” said the Reindeer.
 
Sarina snickered, looking quite the part of an agent, and then plowed on. “
 
Who’s this guy? Rudolph”” Sarina asked, still studying the diary. “You’ve had him to lunch dozens of times and I’m still at the start of your workbook. You both must be very hungry guys.”
 
Actually, this was a break for the Reindeer.. Most of the Rudolph lunches were legitimate, and in addition, he had called Rudolph, who was well versed as a public relations guy, and put him on alert that the  North Pole Administration  might be in touch.
 
And to please back him up all the way. He was in great shape on Rudolph, not so good on Dasher and Dancer, and Blitzen, all of whom were down for fake lunches and might not come through if Soldier Sam checked them out.
 
“Why don’t you call Rudolph and ask him if we talked studio production business all those times or not,” said the Reindeer. “Here, I’ll give you his number.”
 
“That’s all right,” said Soldier Sam, making a few notations in his record book and then putting it away.
 
“Let’s take a break, Mr. Reindeer. I know all about these calendars. Everybody bullshits their way through them. You probably just got finished padding yours the second I got here.
 
How about that drink you mentioned before?” Sarina kicked out her legs and made herself comfortable.
 
The reindeer winced at the thought of this Sarina, with her flashy elf  suit getting comfortable on his fine furniture, but he rushed to mix a drink all the same. If it ever got down to a pitched battle, he could say that Sarina drank on the job.
 
“You go to a lot of restaurants,” said Soldier Sam, still taking lots of notes.
 
“Try a place called Burger King” suggested Soldier Sam. Terrific Burgers and you get unlimited Fries and Onion Rings  for the same price. You get out of there, and you feel like you aren’t going to have to eat for another week.”
 
The Reindeer could just about imagine what kind of place Burger King was. With its all-you-can-eat policy on fries and Onion Rings, but he made believe he was jotting down the name and address for future reference.
 
The Reindeer decided to join Sarina in a drink.
 
“Must be nice studio work you do,” said Soldier Sam. “Going to all those production shooting prep lunches and then sitting around in a place like this to do your work. With this view.”
 
“I really do work up here,” said the Reindeer still defensive. “I just happen to like nice surroundings. I’ve worked in flophouses and now I figure I deserve this.”
 
“Hey,” said Sarina “We’re taking a break, right?”
 
“Right,” the Reindeer said, relieved all this was over. But was It?
 
 
 
 
 
 
LAST DAY ON EARTH ACTIVITY
 
PART 1
 
 
 
 
Sarina’s Party left her devastated when the event venue and air travel was cancelled with just the day before the party was scheduled to take place.
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 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 Party was cancelled because we felt so bad, so we stopped off at Burger King on the way back.
 
Solider Sam walked into Burger King with one goal in mind.
 
Drink lots of Orange Soda all night long with Sarina.
 
Burger King 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 restaurant.
 
The once designated solitary Soldier Sam had happily settled down with Sarina, and even now as they worked the crowd, they kept exchanging 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 walked towards the booth. A wave of happiness washed over him. Really? In the past, they’d always gathered at Burger King to get some eats 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 just because he was with Sarina. “Yeah, fine. Hi..”
 
“Hi, Soldier Sam. We have a Whopper Combo 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 there. You okay?”
 
“Why is everyone asking me if I’m okay?” Soldier Sam asked himself.  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 took a deep breath, wondering why it was so 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” Soldier Sam explained.. “Don‘t be concerned on my behalf. A Whopper Combo with Onion Rings is all I need right now.
 
“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 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 except for football. 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 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.
 
One of Sarina’s friends 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.
 
Soldier Sam ordered the Whopper and Onion Rings and Soldier Sam was looking forward to focus on how wonderful they would taste. Another welcome distraction to what had turned into a Social Tidal Wave.
 
“Soldier Sam ordered the Onion Rings for us to share and when we sat down in out 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 Whopper was delivered and placed 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?" Sarina paused, and rolled her 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 and 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."
 
 
Soldier Sam took as long as he could drinking his Orange Soda, finishing up the Onion Rings, and talking with Sarina. They had taken a little break from the crowd before Sarina’s family came back from the drinking fountain with another round of Orange Soda.
 
Soldier Sam got up from the Booth. “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 so he didn’t have to work the whole restaurant. He was getting tired.
 
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 is 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.
 
 
“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 their deposit because they were going out of business.
“We obviously didn’t take insurance out or anything like that, never anticipating my 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 Party they had planned, both Sarina and Solider Sam say they are glad they went to Burger King instead of staying home surrounded by all the Party Favors to be given out on a Party night that would never happen.
Sarina now feels she could be waiting long time for a 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 becomes of interest to anyone.”
Both Sarina and Soldier Sam ended up being happy with their unexpected night out at Burger King. Who could ask for more?
 
 
 
 
 
 
PART 2
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam sure had a night to remember at Burger King.
 
Well, a Night to Remember for Sarina. Soldier Sam? Not so much.
 
The next morning, Soldier Sam was in pretty rough shape.
 
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, “All of my friends 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 almost frustrated with you just once, when you poured that Orange Soda over my head.
 
“My God,” Soldier Sam said. ”A drink on your head. And with all the work you got done at the Hair Dresser 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. Ordering all those Whoppers and Onion Rings. I think you set a Record!’
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 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. 
 
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.
 
 
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 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
 
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.
 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.
 
 
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.
Sarina is like Superwoman to Soldier Sam,. Like a strong ray of sunlight shining through tough day after tough day…
 
 
 
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."
 
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
 
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.
 
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 and looked at the sea.
 
 
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.
 
Soldier Sam,  in the bow, moved on what was left of the Scotch and sat up.
 
Save some for me! Suggested Sarina.  "Pretty long night, wasn‘t" she was sympathetic about all the hard work Solider Sam had accomplished.
 
 
 
 
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 followed Soldier Sam up the Stairs from the Entrance to Rams Stadium to the Press Box.

When they walked though the door to the Press Box there was Rams Mascot. “Rams Mascot, could you take a moment to meet Sarina?” It will be a moment she will never forget.

Sarina walked over to Rams Mascot, surprised by his stature and friendly face. Rams Mascot spoke kindly to Sarina, looked over at Soldier Sam and he nodded his approval.

“Sarina, we here at Rams Stadium are going to do everything within our power to make sure you have a Very Merry Christmas
.
“Sarina, Rams Mascot is the most wonderful mascot in the whole NFL. He motivates the Fans, warms the children’s hearts and even operates the concession stands from time to time.”

“Yes, I can see it in his eyes” said Sarina “They look so full of Fun!”


Sarina turned to Soldier Sam. “Doesn’t Rams Mascot look like he could pass for Santa? With that Red Hat and all…”

“Sarina” said Soldier Sam, “Rams Mascot is not Santa, but who knows what he is capable of, especially during this Magical Holiday Season.”

Sarina was so excited to meet Rams Mascot and she was grateful to Soldier Sam for mediating the encounter. Sarina was ready for the Holiday Season, whatever it might have in store.


But Sarina was in for a Big Surprise on this day. There were recently some happenings in the Trophy Room at Rams Stadium and Rams Mascot was about to fill her in on the details.

Sarina took the advice of Soldier Sam. “Be happy for what you got, Sarina.” He would encourage her. Indeed, there at Rams Stadium, Rams Mascot’s management was excellent and seemed to have a heaven-sent faculty for explaining all things Rams Football.

Then came news of the Burglary. Rams Mascot told Sarina that the Football Players had broken into the Trophy Case down the hall. It was really more like an attempt, for the Super Bowl Trophy was still present intact on its mantle.

It seemed the Football Players had just gotten away with some secondary memorabilia, presumably of little value but, as Rams Mascot put it, “They were lucky in getting off so easily, Sarina, for it was after all, an infraction, kind of like lining up in the Neutral Zone on Defense.

Rams Mascot went on to explain to Sarina, “By the way those Football Players went about their business, I should say that they were experienced cracksmen. They must have tripped off the Alarm when they were just first beginning their Heist.”

“Yes” said Sarina. “I suppose the entire Rams Organisation got Lucky on that one, it could have been much worse, Right?”

"I have no doubt," said Rams Mascot, "that we will be able to trace the Football Players.. I've said that they must have been old hands at the game. The way they got in and opened the safe shows that. But there's one little thing that puzzles me.”

“What’s that?” asked Sarina.

Rams Mascot went on to explain: “One of them was careless enough not to wear gloves, and I'm bothered if I know what he was trying to do. I've traced his finger marks on all the markings of the Trophy Case. They are very distinct ones too."

"Right hand or left, or both?" asked Sarina.

"Oh, for sure on the left hand, Sarina” replied Rams Mascot. That's the funny thing. He must have been one of the main characters in the plot, and I bet it was him that wrote that." Rams Mascot took out a slip of paper from his pocket.

"That's what he wrote, Sarina.”

“Sarina, Go Follow your dreams and take a trip to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park with Soldier Sam. Have Fun!”

“One of them trying to have some fun, I suppose” surmised Rams Mascot.” It will make it all the easier for us to trace him. Do you recognize the writing?"

"Umm..," said Sarina; "it's not the writing of anyone I know."



Sarina and Soldier Sam were about to execute the instructions they had received to take a break from Rams Stadium and pay a visit to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park.

"I'm not going to stay here in Rams Stadium today, Soldier Sam. Won’t you take a Trip with me to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park?" Sarina asked Soldier Sam.

“We’ll make the trip today. Get Rams Mascot to ready our things and meet me in the Truck in the Parking Lot” Sarina instructed.

Then Sarina added, “And bring along that Bottle of Bourbon, won’t you? We’ll polish that off together on the way to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park”

"How long are we going to be away from Rams Stadium, Sarina? Don’t forget there’s the Big Game Tonight!” reminded Soldier Sam.

"I can't say for certain, but be prepared to stay for some time. We've stuck to work pretty closely during this Football Season, and I for one need a holiday. I'll call ahead to the Theme Park.
Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park was right down the Freeway from Rams Stadium. Neither Sarina or Soldier Sam had been there before, so they were both excited.

Sarina and Soldier Sam were on their way to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park!

Rams Mascot was going to drive the Truck, and carefully put the Entrance Tickets in his pocket. “What do you think the Traffic will be like on the way there, Sarina?” asked Rams Mascot.

“Probably pretty busy,” Soldier Sam answered for her. Sarina was distracted thinking about the fun to be had on the Rollercoaster she had been hearing about ever since she arrived in LA.
It was actually named in her honor.. “The Mighty Yankee Clipper.”

"Yes," said Sarina, "I think we might do worse than leave Rams Stadium for a few hours."



Sarina and Solider Sam both knew there was fun to be had at Magic Island. But they never could have expected it was where the players had stashed the Football, wrapped up in a Pretty Christmas Bow.

“You should feel right at home in Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park, Soldier Sam,” said Sarina as they entered to gate to the playground. “Sporting your new Rams Hoodie like that. You do yourself very well, all things considered.”

A minute later Sarina screamed with delight. "Oh, Thank God," Soldier Sam heard, "there’s the Yankee Clipper Rollercoaster straight ahead! Quick, Solider Sam quick!"

Then came a smacking thud. A football had flown right into Sarina’s hands. "Somebody just chucked this football at me," Sarina said with surprise.

“Come now if you want to help me carry this thing to the Yankee Clipper Rollercoaster, Solider Sam" Sarina asked. Soldier Sam jumped at the opportunity and ran with Sarina toward the magnificent ride.

Along the way, both Sarina and Solider Sam couldn’t help but notice.. It was a Rams Football, one that had originally been in the Rams Stadium Trophy Case. An there was a Giant Bow around it—in the Rams Colors.

"Yes, Yes it is! It must be the Football stolen from the Rams Trophy Case!" shouted Sarina.

Sarina almost tripped over her feet in absolute Shock.



Sarina found herself Shocked beyond belief that the Football Wrapped in a Christmas Bow was found right at the first Rollercoaster Solider Sam suggested they ride.

"I don't know what to make of it," Rams Mascot said to Soldier Sam. "I can only suppose that Sarina has found herself in the state of some great excited shock. You had better let me send someone to help.”

Sarina, however, would have no one with her but Soldier Sam. "I don't want anyone else here with me so near the Yankee Clipper," Sarina said. "They'd try to keep me off that ride somehow. I know they would."

"Don't worry about it, Sarina”, reassured Solider Sam.” This sort of thing can't go on indefinitely. You know I’m Shocked too. I saw that beautiful Christmas Bow around the football as well as you!”

“As soon as you're a bit stronger we'll get on that Rollercoaster”. promised Soldier Sam. “Don’t you worry about that, Sarina.”

“I’m going to take this Football on the Yankee Clipper Rollercoaster with us, Soldier Sam,” decided Sarina. “If we ever make it there. I must admit, that was quite a shock.”

“Cheer up, Sarina!” offered Solider Sam. “ You'll be well enough to get on that ride in just a bit. I know we will.”



Sarina was beginning to suspect there was something Special inside that Magic Football. After all, why else would it be wrapped up in a Giant Christmas Bow?

"What have I done?" asked Sarina. "Why was this Football Chucked at Me? I'm not the only one at this Adventure Park. Well, obviously we are the only clients today, but there are all the workers” noticed Sarina.

.”I'm no different than any other girl” wondered Sarina. I know I'm not. I was at the bottom of all that dirty business last year. I even got coal in my Stocking last year.”

“That;s where you’re wrong Sarina.”: advised Soldier Sam. I can tell you that you are unique among all women, there are none your equal.”

“ I noticed it Right Away!!” bragged Soldier Sam.

Rams Mascot had long since ceased to wonder at how crazy fun Sarina and Soldier Sam’s Holidays always were. And there were different every year!

“Why there MUST be something inside this Football, exclaimed Sarina. “There Just has to be!”

“Maybe there is Sarina, maybe there is,” Soldier Sam was curious too.

“Could it be Christmas has arrived early for Me?” Sarina asked excitedly.

“Maybe there is a Christmas Present in there for you, Sarina” Soldier Sam responded. And. Maybe it’s just the beginning of your Holiday Treats, Sarina. “

Soldier Sam had heard about Monster Christmas Extravaganzas “Your early present might not be the only surprise for you this Holiday Season., Sarina.”

Why there’s always Festive Music, Green Trees with a Star atop and Snacks in your Stocking on Christmas Morning.” reminded Solider Sam. “Santa is always busy at work this time of the year.”
PART 7

Sarina and Soldier Sam were about to receive instructions about how they should behave during the Roller Coaster Ride, and what would be expected of them.

"Where are we going to sit on the Yankee Clipper, Sarina?” asked Soldier Sam at that moment. "You’re excited. I’m excited. I think we both know the answer to that question"

"Let’s sit wherever we please, Soldier Sam It’s not like there are any other people at Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park today” observed Sarina. We're not a couple of kids fresh from a course of media lectures. Get Ready!”

Sarina and Soldier Sam approached the entrance to the Yankee Clipper.

At that very moment, Rams Mascot handed them a note. "I am sorry I didn't bring it to your attention before, "but it was lost amidst all my other paperwork. Rams Stadium is so busy this time of year!"

"Open it, Sarina, and see if it wants answering.” suggested Soldier Sam

It was very brief. There was neither address nor signature. It read:

“Enjoy your ride on the Yankee Clipper, Sarina and Soldier Sam. Be sure to bring that football along with you, and untie the Christmas Bow when the Rollercoaster Ride is complete.”

"Who is it from?" asked Soldier Sam.

"It was meant for me," said Sarina "There's no answer required, Rams Mascot. It just says to enjoy the ride.”

Rams Mascot asked no more questions. Sarina and Soldier Sam boarded the Yankee Clipper.



It was the most exciting Rollercoaster Ride Sarina and Soldier Sam had ever experienced in their life. Rams Mascot was at the controls of the Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park Intercom System.

On the Yankee Clipper Audio Speakers, Sarina and Soldier Sam could hear Christmas Music to accompany their Thrilling Ride. Every Note.

"Beautiful!" exclaimed Sarina. “All the Best Christmas Music. Clear as a Bell.”

There were many wonderful sounds to hear on that journey, including “Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer” and “Run Rudolph Run” and of course, “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”

"Who's DJing?" asked Sarina.

There was no answer.

"Rams Mascot, is that you?" Sarina was pretty sure it was Rams Mascot.

"That is definitely Rams Mascot causing that raucous," said Soldier Sam, laughing. ”No one else could have known all the right songs to play.”

"Now, Sarina and Solider Sam…" Rams Mascots voice was clear as a bell as the Rollercoaster came to a stop. There's only one possible thing for you to do.

“What’s that?” asked Sarina.

“Open that Bow and see what’s inside that Football, Sarina. Merry Christmas!!” Rams Mascot was proud of the role he had played in the whole Mystery.



When Sarina and Soldier Sam’s Rollercoaster Ride slowed to a stop, they removed the Christmas Bow from the Football and opened it up.

"What is it that.. Is It…?. Really?” Sarina was Shocked.

“Yes, Sarina” answered Solider Sam. “It’s a Super Bowl Ring!!”

“Yes, It IS a Super Bowl Ring!” exclaimed Sarina. That is what was in the Rams Football this whole time! Who would have guessed?

It's going to try to get off the Rollercoaster with us. Should we let it?” Soldier Sam asked.

Both Sarina and Soldier Sam found it impossible to fix their attention on Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park at that Special Moment.

Sarina and Soldier Sam could not hear Rams Mascot, yelling at them to get off the Yankee Clipper and they seemed all at once to have lost their Rollercoaster Fears.

"Would you two like another bottle of Bourbon to celebrate your Discovery?" Rams Mascot asked. "You made quick work of that first one on the way from Rams Stadium to Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park. I saw you do it!!”

"Of course we want more Bourbon, Rams Mascot!. Sarina was so excited.

“There's nothing Magic about that Ring, Sarina.” Soldier Sam realized. I mean, it seems to be ruled by the laws of time and space physics. It's not the sort of thing that transforms life. The Transformation is in both of our Hearts.”.

“And since that's so, We'll get back on the road pretty soon” interrupted Rams Mascot,” It’s almost Game Time at Rams Stadium!”

“Pass that Bottle of Bourbon between yourselves, Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Rams Mascot instructed. “This is a special moment for me too.”



Sarina and Soldier Sam had completed their mission at Magic Mountain Island Adventure Park and were arriving at Rams Stadium for the Big Game. There were to be Fireworks in the Sky that night.

Sarina and Soldier Sam were standing at the 50 yard line with their Bottle of Bourbon, Super Bowl Ring and Matches. Standing alongside a massive cache of Fireworks to be raised into the California Sky that Night.

"Quick!" said Sarina, as the Pre-Game Hype was Wrapped Up [pun intended]. "We haven't a minute to lose. What can we do? Light the fire, Soldier Sam Give me a match, quick!"

"They must be all here. I'll get them." replied Soldier Sam

"Hurry, Solider Sam, for goodness' sake! The Football Game is about to Start!”

"Be quick!" shouted Sarina. "I want to watch and hear something Magic!"

“Right” Soldier Sam answered, here's a Match." He had found one at last that had slipped down onto the Turf.

There was a great roar from the Fireworks as the flames shot up.

Sarina and Soldier Sam had been right on time with the display on that Los Angeles Night.

"This whole place is going to be On Fire!" shouted Sarina. “FUEGO!!”

“This whole Rams Stadium is Ablaze!" observed Soldier Sam.

The Super Bowl Ring had arrived at its destination, right on target for its intended recipient at last. For a moment Sarina and Soldier Sam stopped to look into the Sky.

Afterwards, Sarina and Soldier Sam could never be quite sure as to what they had seen that Magical Day, but at the time all they were thinking about was that massive display of sound and light above Rams Stadium.

For a moment Sarina considered cancelling the game to allow more time for the Fireworks to make their Magic, but the Football Players were running down the passage onto the Field, "Fire! Fire!" the Fans Shouted.

Sarina and Soldier Sam rushed to their seats at the 50 yard line and were ready to watch some Football that night.

Rams Mascot would be delivering bottles of Bourbon in every Aisle in Rams Stadium that night, all game long, and for that, Sarina and Soldier Sam were grateful beyond words
 
 
 
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.
 
 
 
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.
 
Later in the day, Soldier Sam took the boat farther out to sea and wait for the perfect time to make their advance and secure their plans for Sarina‘s Big Birthday Bash on the Beach, or maybe somewhere else on the island. But who could imagine anything forward when reaching shore seemed too impossible a feat.
 
Sarina directed Soldier Sam to take one oar at the stern and keep the boat facing the seas. He was to call out if he should hear the thunder of the surf.
 
 
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.
 
On the morning of Sarina’s Birthday  the sea and the sky were each of the grey hue of the dawning. Later, carmine and gold was painted upon the waters.
 
The morning appeared finally, in all its splendor, with a sky of pure blue, and the sunlight flamed on the tips of the waves.
 
On the distant dunes, the Lighthouse reared above them. No people, ground vehicles or rescue boats appeared on the beach. Sarina and Soldier Sam both wondered why the Island had not invested in aerial drones. One would think they would need some to provide for defense.
 
 
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.
 
 
Now Soldier Sam and Sarina were thinking this Island might be deserted
 
The voyagers scanned the shore. A conference was held in the boat. "Well," said Sarina "if no help is coming we might better try a run through the surf right away. If we stay out here much longer we will be too weak to do anything for ourselves at all."
 
Solider Sam silently acquiesced in this reasoning. The boat was headed for the beach. Soldier Sam wondered if none ever ascended the Light House, and if then they never looked seaward.
 
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.
 
 
"Now, Soldier Sam," said Sarina, "It’s going to swamp, sure. All we can do is to work it in as far as possible, and then when it swamps, pile out and scramble for the beach. Keep cool now, and don't jump until it swamps."
 
Soldier Sam took the oars. Over his shoulders he scanned the surf. "Sarina," he said, "I think I'd better bring it about, and keep it head-on to the seas and back her in."
 
"All right, Soldier Sam," said Sarina. "Back it in."
 
Soldier Sam swung the boat then and Sarina looked over her shoulders to contemplate the  indifferent shore.
 
 
 
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..


 
 
ORANGE VALENTINES #5
 
“Have Breakfast Anytime at Stella’s”
 
The Flight through Space was finally complete. The Starship bolted down from the sky and landed in New York.
 
Cupid was there on the Tarmac to greet Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
“Sarina and Soldier Sam!” Cupid called out. “Welcome to Syracuse!”
 
“Thanks Cupid” Sarina replied.
 
“Isn’t there a Big Orange Basketball Game Tonight?” asked Soldier Sam.
 
“There for sure is an Orange Game tonight. But first I have a Place to show you guys?” said Cupid.


Cupid was a Legend at Syracuse. It was in Fact one of his favorite places to be. To work his Magic.
 
Cupid is big on the tradition of Love and is dedicated to making Syracuse a beautiful and comfortable place for everyone on Valentines Day every year. Cupid frequently refers to the past and adheres to rules he believes in.
 
 
Years ago, a potential target for Cupid’s arrow was acting up and making a scene. “You don’t know me. I am very powerful. If you don’t believe it, try it.” The rest of the crew responded.  “What strength you think you have. The only way you are going to impress Cupid is by using brains, not with force.”
 
 
 
 
Let’s get on our way to our Pre-Game Event, Sarina and Soldier Sam” Cupid instructed.
“This is quite a place. Cupid added.
“Let’s do a little Preview before we get to the site, Cupid” Sarina suggested.
“Hop in my Ride, you two. I have a couple of questions about your Flight before we get to the Tour Site” Cupid responded.
 
 
 
We had a rough landing on one of the supply replenishment satellites” explained Sarina. I unbuckled Soldier Sam’s seatbelt causing him to fall into the sand.
 
“I kept a mental note that his reaction time was way off and it seems my body reacted slower to the Gravitational Force coming from that satellite. 
 
Soldier Sam was stuck in the sand so I rescued him and took him back to the Starship Camp the crew had assembled.
 
I was interrogating Soldier Sam about his plans to perform at a higher level when we came about onto the next waystation.
 
I  investigated  Soldier Sam’s protocols and collected the crews post-disaster action report.
 
Soldier Sam learned from his mistakes and performed brilliantly the next time we encountered a scenario like that on our journey.
 
Cupid’s Ride was zigging and zagging though Syracuse Traffic.
 
Here we are at the Mystery Spot for our Tour, Sarina and Soldier Sam” announced Cupid. “I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of Questions.
 
“We’re ready, Cupid” shouted Sarina. “Let’s Check it out!”
 
Soldier Sam agreed. “Let’s get this party started, Cupid!!”
 

“What is this place?” asked Sarina.



“I’m hungry,” Sarina announced. “I could do with some food.”

“So could I. Me too” said Soldier Sam


“Very well,” said Cupid.
 
Stella’s is hands down the best diner in Syracuse. It's 100 times better than over pricey places like Rise n shine and modern malt.” Cupid explained.
 
“I bet we can pick anything from the menu and not be disappointed” Soldier Sam predicted.
 
“We for sure picked the right place to eat today. They are very fast!!!” said Cupid.
 
Sarina looked at the menu. “Look, Soldier Sam, they have Waffles, pancakes and French toast. This is going to be the best breakfast I have ever had.”
 
“I come to Stellas at least once every weekend, just looking for couples to shoot with my arrows. This place is always packed” explained Cupid.


“Why did you go over and talk to some Cuse Fans just now?” Soldier Sam asked Cupid.
 
“I know you are a bit of a Tech Junkie, Soldier Sam. Here, I have something to show you. Said Cupid.
 
 
“Check out what is the latest technology we have developed.
 
3D food printing: The animated TV show “The Jetsons” had a home food machine that produced full meals. Then there was replicator, which could print food literally from thin air in mere seconds. Now Syracuse has created 3D printing technology that can produce entire cooked meals from prepared ingredients rather than from molecules — although that technology is in the works as well. And for dessert, the race is on to invent the ultimate chocolate printer.
 


Sarina and Soldier Sam were stunned by what Cupid had just said.
 
 
 
“That’s Amazing” Sarina said with interest. Why do all the restaurants these days have this capability?”
 
“Sometimes these places are so crowded with Cuse Fans there is just simply not enough cooks and prep space to go around. 3D Printing makes sure everyone can eat their fill without having to wait very long.” Replied Cupid.


“Time to eat,” said Cupid who asked the waitress to distribute the meals to himself, Sarina and Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina and Soldier Sam each ordered an omelette and toast with a tall glass of bourbon.. Two of them were huge!!
 
Soldier Sam considered taking half of his meal back with him, but as he got going, his stamina took over and he finished the whole meal.
 
Cupid wasn't as hungry so he got the Monte Cristo. It was really good and just enough.


So the adventure at Stella’s continued.


“Wow,” said Sarina. “”What great eats! Now I understand why this place is so packed with Cuse Fans.”

Yes, Sarina. Simply a fantastic meal. And to share it with Cupid, what a treat.” Soldier Sam was sure glad they had checked Stella’s out that day.
 
The waitress kept their bourbon glasses filled and everyone in their seating section was having an enjoyable time visiting. When we were done the place was really filling up even more, maybe over capacity and a lot of Cuse Fans were waiting to get seated.


“Are we going to meet more Cuse Fans before we go?” Soldier Sam asked. “We haven’t even checked out the extra seating on the second level.”

“Of course,” replied Cupid.” That reminds me. There is something up those stairs that you will probably want to check out, Sarina.”
 
 
 
What’s this Cupid? Sarina asked as she and Soldier Sam walked over to the Hologram.
Read it and see Sarina. It is a special clue about Valentines Day” Directed Cupid.
“Ok, Cupid. Lets See what it says” Sarina started reading the Hologram.
 
“You're off the Hook!” 
 
Your fun heart turns life to play
Make me laugh from day to day
So I write this poem, and I’ll hang my sign
Saying, "Please Be My Valentine."
 


“I just can’t believe it!” Sarina exclaimed. On Valentine’s Day. A special message just for me!”
“Wow, Cupid, that was quite a Tour!” Sarina exclaimed.
 
“It sure was” Soldier Sam had a great time too.
 
So Sarina and Soldier Sam said their goodbyes and made room for more Cuse Fans to come in and enjoy a great meal.
 
 
“We have some time to burn before the Game. Let’s stop by this Bar” suggested Cupid.
 
“By the way, Sarina and Soldier Sam,” Cupid remembered something. “You told me about your flight.  But I forget to ask, did you two go on any adventures during your Pit Stops?”
 
 
 
“Our Starship was approaching a waystation on a distant satellite somewhere around Planet X and the supply chopper comes in, usually loaded with mail, MRE rations, ammo, and sometimes clean clothes.
 
But Soldier Sam was like “What is this?” It was an ammo canister full of soup but we have no utensils to serve the soup , so Soldier Sam broke off a handle from a Power Control Station and used that to serve the crew as they made their way through the Mess Hall Line.”
 
“Yeah, Sarina, Soldier Sam added. What a pleasant surprise that an ordinary piece of equipment could leave a lasting memory like that!”
 
“I’ve got a special surprise that you will be sure to like, Sarina!” Cupid announced.
 
 Cupid was excited about Sarina’s Valentine too!
 
 
 
"I got you a Valentine, Sarina!" announced Cupid
 
"Fantastic." Said Soldier Sam.
 
To everyone's surprise, Sarina jumped onto the bar. She opened that Valentine with an audience.
 
 Sarina got to her feet.
 
"I must open it now," Sarina said with excitement.
 
 
Sarina opened it up and looked surprised.
 
"Why Cupid got us Front Row Seats for the Cuse Game, Soldier Sam, Look! Sarina displayed the Tickets..
 
“So you like your Valentine, right?." asked Soldier Sam.
 
Sarina answered his question.
 
"I think it's wonderful, Cupid, Thank You. Now let’s get out of here and head to Orange Stadium. We don’t want to miss any of the action!"
 
 
 
CUPID’S FIRST SYRACUSE ORANGE GAME EXPERIENCE
 

PART 5
 
Cupid marveled at how beautiful the stadium was built, taking a look at how the Orange structure produced specific patterns and other designs. Upon going into the stadium on Valentine’s Day, Cupid saw the Orange stairs anticipating him. Nervously approaching them ever so slightly, Cupid waited at the back of the line with Sarina and Soldier Sam. I seemed around and saw a large number of people talking and having fun amongst one another.
 
There was excitement and anticipation in the air as the thousands of fans started yelling and chanting for the teams. The noise kept getting louder and louder as other fans arrived and joined in. There were thousands of fans, cramming their way into every available seat. The seats were painted Orange but were not as comfortable as a pool chair and were built so close together so you had to squeeze into them.
 
 
Soldier Sam told Cupid, “It's been enough of you always helping me out. After Valentines Day I'll Stand on my own two feet and you will be shocked at how well I’ll do.
 
Sarina’s excitement  found no bounds in the prospect of seeing the Orange hoop it up on Valentines Day.
 
Soldier Sam felt the excitement of the game would never wash away if he does not have to apologise  to Cupid for being so emotional and difficult over the years.
 
Sarina sensed a jolt in appreciating Soldier Sam that he had always been loyal to her and the crew and of the highest magnitude to a mentor like Cupid.
 
“Is there a way out of this parking lot and into the stadium, Cupid?”, Soldier Sam asked.

“I still don't believe what Cupid is saying, that the Orange Game is going to tip off so soon for us”, Sarina exclaimed.
 
“Let’s try to get into the stadium soon so we won’t have to miss any of the game”, Soldier Sam pleaded with Cupid.
 
“Of course we will”, Cupid assured Soldier Sam.
 
“I’ve got a great idea!” Sarina exclaimed. “Soldier Sam and I should get a photo with Orange Mascot. Then we could prove we were here and have a lasting memory.
 
“Hey, Cupid,” Soldier Sam wanted to get his attention. “Could you snap a pic of Me and Sarina with Orange Mascot? That would be awesome!”
 
“Of course, Soldier Sam” Cupid replied. Just find Orange Mascot and I will be over to take the shot of you and Sarina.”
 
 
'I want to get used to you for a minute,' Cupid said. 'Did you ever pose for a mug shot before?'  'Please look at the camera, Soldier Sam, Cupid asked.'
 
 
You can develop an understanding of lighting, know how to use your camera's settings to improve the exposure, and study all the rules of composition that you want, but ultimately, if the subject of the photo is boring, your photo will be boring, too. That's assuming that you even have a strong subject in the shot to begin with.
 
 
“Hey Sarina, we got that picture with Orange Mascot! All the lighting was great and we were posed perfectly. Isn’t it great we were able to find Orange Mascot and he was so accommodating?”
 
“Yes, Soldier Sam” Sarina answered. I thought for a moment Cupid was going to lose his mind trying to operation the photo function on my phone. He had never operated anything like that before.”
 
“The game is about to start Sarina!” Soldier Sam exclaimed. Why don’t you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?
 
“I know you have been following it closely and I really don’t have a clue about what the Orange have faced so far this year, Soldier Sam continued. “How are they doing?”
 
“Sure Soldier Sam,” Sarina was glad to show off her knowledge of Cuse Hoops. “There have been a lot of developments so far this year.
 
 
Syracuse basketball continues to be incredibly predictable at the end of games, resorting to 1-on-1 and playing nothing but ‘Hero Ball’. It’s a big reason why they are going to miss March Madness again.
 
The Orange had to get on their shooters and we just didn’t. That’s what happens with teams start gelling on any given Saturday. They were open and they were making shots.”
“Obviously, we look to shoot and make shots. “But they weren’t falling. And we’ll just learn from that and move forward.”
Through non-conference play, Syracuse ranked in the top quarter of the country in percentage of total points coming from 3-pointers.
Sarina hesitated. She had wanted him to look as if he needed a drink. Compromising, she went to the ice box and fixed him a bourbon bottle. She returned to find that he was ready for that.
 
'Why don't you have a drink too and make it friendly?' Soldier Sam suggested.
 
'I have had plenty already” Sarina lied. Now would you mind going on to cheer for the Orange now?'
 
CUSE GAME ACTION
 
 
 
There is a Cuse Logo at Half Court and bright paint on the Baseline. Just to be in the same building as Orange Mascot and all those screaming fans was an experience that will outlast much of the experiences I have had in life.
 
Anything spectacular the Orange do which is part of Hoops Action is priceless  and people love it and so do the players because it is what they play for and it is just so exciting to be a part of  it.
 
In Orange Games the atmosphere means the feeling that is created by only the combination of imagery, sound, story, gameplay, and sense of agency that makes up the game’s narrative. In other words, it is a sense of being immersed in a world of Hoops Action.
 
 
Life can work in surprising ways. You could discover yourself in the most unexpected of places and time. That Orange experience in the Dome left a big impact on my life.
 
The excitement that rushed through me with every swish of the net was amazing and just to hear all of those shoes sliding on the hardwood floor. That is one of the reasons why seeing the Game at the Dome was such an incredible experience.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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.