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!”
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
“I have heard,” began Rams Mascot, as a trainer would, “strange reports from Planet X about you, Soldier Sam, stories of how you, in trying to leave your orbit, have caused great upheaval upon the surface. Is this true?” The Soldier Sam hesitated, remembering the tidal floods his attempted deviation from his orbit had caused. Only once did I attempt such a thing,” replied Soldier Sam with the truth.
Apart from the fact that all limitations to the unit must be met and exceeded, the sheer weight of the decisions would be nearly insurmountable to most people, but most officers has succeeded at even more difficult tasks in the past. The chairman hot wired the operation and proceeded to drive down the bearing that has been set before. The unit and the resistance on the mainland had conflicting versions of the final account. It seemed like the officers were not as quite united as they should have been, but all historical records would show that the Mainland had precipitated the most heavy degree of the shelling. The unit was fortunate enough to be able to make a break for it once the assault had quieted down. It was overkill, to be sure, but it put the message across for good. The Mainland would have to think twice before instigating conflict with Oceana in the future.
In the course of the brief, someone piped up and said, “Sir, you know we can’t actually do that.” In the silence that followed we could see some in the room thought we could, while others were nodding in agreement that we could not. With that, we had the scenario for a Fleet Problem with the mandate to “go find out.” We learned that the doctrine and assumptions in one area had removed the capability to implement key tactics in another. Having never performed the task together in theatre, the disconnect never was identified clearly. It was not until we tried to execute under realistic, true free-play conditions that we discovered the problem’s causal factors, leading to the ability to apply solutions.
In discussion with the staff, we frame the problem that is given to a unit or formation. For example, it is critical that we be able to operate carrier strike groups [CSGs] in areas of significant submarine threat. Our traditional approach to this challenge would be to create an antisubmarine warfare [ASW] exercise, tasking ships to act as targets within a set geographic area.
The chairman had expressed explicit concerns with the state of supplies returning low for yet another month. Two different types of supplies would be required for the entire island and the officers knew that, if consolidated into one supply type the chairman could supply the entire planet in half the time than two fleets providing supplies to the entire theatre of operations, increasing security. The damn mandate at the terminal had been switched. So the chairman thought that he could handle it, given the right policy tools and the right colors. The meeting had been pushed back two weeks so the officers could discuss the substance of the directive. They were tired of being short of supplies. The whole process was because the HQs system that had guaranteed supply in the past had to be substituted for new parts. All the officers believed that a united front would be most valuable in this case. The officers had established a clear line of both the substitutes contributing to supplies and to defence, and the Mainland still maintained a distance. Time was running out. If one or the other would arrive, then folks would be more principled in resisting the desire of wanting to fuck someone else up instead in return for the policy. Clearly, both sides deserved a beatdown.
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE
Solider Sam walked into the Canteen with one goal in mind.
Drink lots of Orange Soda all night long with Sarina.
The Canteen on Base was packed for the festivities, but Solider Sam was thanking God that he didn’t realise just how many people were in sight focusing on him.
Soldier Sam’s gaze swept over the familiar bar, now restored to glory by generous acts of Congress.
The once designated solitary Soldier Sam had happily settled down with Sarina, and even now as they worked the crowd, they kept exchanging Loving glances that would’ve been fine if it wasn’t totally overboard from the perspective of everyone who went out that night.
Soldier Sam raised his hand in greeting some of Sarina‘s close friends and family, and slid onto a bar stool next to Sarina. A wave of happiness washed over him. Really? In the past, they’d always gathered at a bar to tie a few on and make Love to each other with words.
It seems Sarina’s friends and partners had appreciated how overwhelmed he was by the crowd, and left him alone. Solider Sam was relieved he didn’t have to meet everyone that night.
Some of Sarina’s very closest friends grinned and patted Solider Sam on the shoulder. “Glad you made it, chief. You doing okay?”
He tried not to create a mess of things. Really inside he was practically glowing with his arm firmly wrapped around Sarina. “Yeah, fine. Hi..”
“Hi, Soldier Sam. We have a platter of mozzarella sticks coming. Do you want anything else?”
Some more of Sarina’s friends glided over and produced another Orange Soda for Solider Sam“Hey, dude. You okay?”
“Why is everyone asking me if I’m okay?” Soldier Sam asked. He took a long gulp of the Orange Soda, trying to play it cool. “This is the best Orange Soda I have ever had! These bartenders are Pros in my book.”
“Cause you don’t look happy,” Sarina’s Friend noted.
Soldier Sam dragged in a breath, wondering why it was obvious. He was doing his best to hide his worries about the big crowd.
Sarina and Solider Sam had exchanged vows to avoid all the expensive dinners and pricey flowers, making sure their guests knew the whole objective was to just celebrate with Orange Soda. Who could ask for more!
“Just a bit worn out from how significant the day has been. Don‘t be concerned on my behalf. Another Orange Soda and Mozzarella Stick is all I need.
“Where are all of Sarina co-workers? Asked Soldier Sam.
“Got stuck at practice. Can you believe there is practically no offseason? I guess they want to keep busy but it’s not like the reporters need to hear their every thought when the regular season is still 4 months away.
“I know” Solider Sam agreed. “Give me a break. No one cares how much they can bench press in April.“
Another one of Sarina’s friends glided over, leaning over the bar with concern. “Hey, do you not like the Orange Soda? You okay?”
Soldier Sam’s response was slow. Damnit. He couldn’t help but wish there was something else to talk about what everyone else thought was so interesting. He couldn’t care less but acted excited sometimes just because of Sarina.
It was really nice Sarina’s family cared about him because he wanted more than anything part of the group, and honestly? They were the coolest people to hang out with.
Soldier Sam’s life before Sarina had been an unmitigated disaster, the whole time hoping he’d finally find someone as wonderful as Sarina to chart out the future for him. He would be completely lost without her.
“I’m good.” Soldier Sam was trying really hard to make it a beautiful night for Sarina.. Thanks for checking on me. And I love this Orange Soda.”
Soldier Sam was so glad Sarina was going to be in charge and take the lead.
“Hey, my family quite a distance from Los Angeles made it!” Sarina said happily, standing up and waving to them over to the bar.
“Hi guys! Soldier Sam tried. I’m so glad you all were able to get here!
From the moment they met, Soldier Sam reminded Sarina of a lost puppy stuck in a shelter each time he spoke to anyone except her.
Soldier Sam’s ability to conduct amphibious raids on the beach had made him a a bit of a Rockstar to everyone that needed equipment delivered. But no one else outside of that group had any clue and Solider Sam liked it that way.
The bartender sensed Solider Sam was struggling. “Can I get you another cold one?”
“Yes, please. Another Orange Soda.” Soldier Sam was grateful for the brief distraction.
Soldier Sam looked at Sarina for the one millionth time and took in her outfit choice for today. Simply Beautiful. As Hot as a guy could dream of.
Sarina was dressed up for the big occasion, really making Solider Sam excited for that aspect of the night. Sarina was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The mozzarella sticks arrived and Solider Sam tried to focus on how wonderful they would taste. Another welcome distraction to what had turned into a Social Tidal Wave.
Soldier Sam took as long as he could drinking his Orange Soda, snacking on the mozzarella sticks, and talking with Sarina. They had taken a little break from the crowd before Sarina’s family came back from a game of darts to order another round of Orange Soda.
Soldier Sam got up from the Bar. “Here, sit and get comfortable. I would love to spend some quality time with you guys this evening.
“Oh, that‘s okay, Solider Sam.”
He remained standing. “I’m not going to sit while you stand. Just sit.”So Sarina’s family settled down at the table and thank God there was still a Spot for Solider Sam at the table.
Being with Sarina’s family was the best part of Stuff like this.
“Great! You guys are super nice tonight” Solider Sam was indeed thankful for their support.
“We’re not surprised you appreciate the beauty of this special night, Soldier Sam “We know chatting people up its not your strong suite, but we also know you love Sarina more than anything else and would do anything for her. Even navigate a Social Tidal Wave.”
In his darkness days Sarina gives Solider Sam a blinding ray of sunshine. For that Solider Sam is so Grateful beyond what anyone else on earth could comprehend happening in the Heart.
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.”
Sarina has to push certain circuit breakers in, and program navigation computers. Also she usually gets clearance from the control tower before the engines are turned on.
As the boat bounced from the top of each wave, the wind was messing up Sarina’s hairdo, and as the craft plopped its stern down again the spray splashed past..
The crest of each of these waves was a hill, from the top Soldier Sam looks, and for a moment, a broad tumultuous expanse, shining and wind-driven.
It was probably splendid. It was probably glorious, this spashy play, wild with lights of emerald and white and amber.
"Good thing it's an on-shore wind," said Solider Sam; "If not, where would we be?
“Wouldn't have a show." laughed Sarina.
"That's right," Soldier Sam agreed.
Then Sarina, in the bow, kept laughing in a way that expressed humor, determination and tragedy, all in one.
"Do you think We've got much of a show now, Soldier Sam?" asked Sarina.
Whereupon they were both silent, except for some back and forth chit-chat about the Yankees.
To express any particular optimism at this time they felt would be premature, but they both doubtless possessed this sense of the situation in their head.
Soldier Sam paints himself into a box in the corner at such times. On the other hand, Sarina always said the state of their condition was decidedly against any open suggestion of being without hope.
So they were silent.
"Oh, well," said Sarina, reassuring Solider Sam, "We'll get ashore all right."
But there was that in Sarina’s tone which made Soldier Sam think twice.
Soldier Sam put on a brave face. "Yes! If this wind holds!"
Sarina responded "Yes! If we don't catch hell in the surf."
Seagulls flew near and far. Sometimes they sat down on the sea, near patches of seaweed that rolled on the waves with a movement like carpets in a hole in the wall store across from a strip mall.
The birds sat comfortably in groups, and they were envied by Sarina and Soldier Sam for the strength of the sea was no more to them than it was to someone thousand miles inland.
Often the Seagulls came very close and stared at Sarina and Soldier Sam with black bead-like eyes. At these times their scrutiny seemed almost sinister, and Soldier Sam hooted angrily at them, telling them to be gone.
One came, and evidently decided to alight on the top of Sarina’s head!
"You son of a bitch," said Soldier Sam to the bird. "You look as if you were made with a jack-knife." He swore darkly at the creature.
Sarina tried to knocked it away with the end of her Yankees Bat she always brought with her for just such occasions.
But Sarina’s emphatic gesture nearly capsized this freighted boat, so with his open hand, Solder Sam knocked it off Sarina’s head.
The seagull flew away after it had been discouraged from the pursuit so Sarina breathed easier on account of her hair.
After this little incident, Sarina and Solider Sam rowed And rowed. And also they rowed the boat.
They sat together in the same seat, and each rowed an oar. Then Soldier Sam took both oars; then Sarina took both oars; then Soldier Sam; and then Sarina.
Teamwork makes the Dream Work.
Sarina and Soldier Sam rowed and they rowed. The tough part of the business was when the time came for the one in the stern to take turn at the oars. By the very last star of truth, it was a real fuckin bitch to change seats in the dingey.
First Sarina in the stern slid her hand along the handle and moved with care, as if she was trying not to make it break. Then Soldier Sam in the rowing seat slid his hand up other handle. It was all done with most extraordinary care. As the two moved past each other, both kept watchful eyes on the coming wave.
Sarina shouted out: "Look out now! Steady there!"
The mats of seaweed that appeared from time to time were like islands, bits of earth. They were traveling, apparently, neither one way nor the other. They were, to all intents, stationary. They informed Sarina and Solider Sam in the boat that it was making progress slowly toward the land, to the Birthday Party on Buccaneer Bay.
“Yes!!” they both burst out, both eagerly anticipating such a Celebration of Sarina!!
Sarina, rearing cautiously in the bow, after the dingey soared on a great swell, said she had seen the light-house at Buccaneer Bay.
Presently Soldier Sam remarked that he had seen it. Soldier Sam was at the oars then, and for some reason he too wished to look at the lighthouse, but his back was toward the far shore and the waves were important to distract his attention.
Soldier Sam could not for some time seize an opportunity to turn his head. But at last there came a wave more gentle than the others, and when at the crest of it he swiftly scoured the horizon.
"See it?" said Sarina
"I didn't see anything." Soldier Sam replied.
"Look again," said Sarina. She pointed. "It's exactly in that direction."
At the top of another wave, Soldier Sam did as he was told, and this time his eyes chanced on a small still point of light at the edge of the swaying horizon. It was precisely like the point of a pin. It took an sharp eye to find a light house so tiny.
"Think we'll make it, Sarina?"
"If this wind holds and the boat don't swamp, we can't do much else," said Sarina.
The little boat, lifted by each towering sea, and splashed viciously by the crests, made progress that in the absence of seaweed was not apparent to the two partners on board.
Their Ship was miraculously top-up, at the Mercy of all the Oceans. Occasionally, a great spread of water, like white flames, slammed into Sarina and Solider Sam.
"Defeat it" said Sarina with no room in her heart for the Tidal Wave.
"All right, Sairna," replied Soldier Sam. You’re going to get everything I got to give!”
Sarina and Soldier Sam searched around for clues on how to get to the Moon when they spotted a massive structure ahead of them in the distance and decided to travel to it.
After they finally arrived within distance with full view of the Moon, they noticed an adversary inside their path.
Sarina and Soldier Sam were surprised and were just about to run when it began to speak.
“No need to run away, I am not going to hurt you.” It said politely. Sarina and Soldier Sam looked at each other in shock.
MOON ADVENTURE ACTIVITY
Sarina was all ready and in the act of turning out the kitchen lights when the telephone rang.
Sarina picked it up, and Soldier Sam identified himself.
It was an imposition for Soldier Sam to ask, but it would be a great favor if Sarina would pick him up at the train station.
Sarina said graciously that she’d be glad to give Solider Sam a lift. “I was just about to leave” Sarina said. “I hope you can be ready fairly soon.”
“I’m ready now, Sarina,” said Soldier Sam’s quiet voice over the phone. I’ll be waiting for you at the front of the station.
Sarina hung up the phone, turned off the kitchen light and went out to the car.
The car started briskly and Sarina went on a ride underneath the trees, and then just off the road there was a solitary Soldier Sam sitting on the steps of the already dark station.
As Sarina pulled in to the curb, Soldier Sam picked up a duffle bag and came forward.
Sarina opened the right-hand door. “You‘re Soldier Sam?” she asked cheerfully. “I’m Sarina.”
“It’s very good of you,” Soldier Sam said in a flat voice. “I thought it was a lot for me to ask.
“Nonsense!” said Sarina. “I’m glad to have company! Put your bag in the back seat and get in the car here with me.”
Soldier Sam did so silently.
He took a deep breath and sat with his hands crossed in front of him, as Sarina turned and headed away from the station.
It was really a beautiful night, cool and dark. Presently the houses drew back from the road, and street lights ended, and there were fields on either side of the road with dark figures in the woodland beyond them.
Soldier Sam settled down for the run. Sarina touched the headlight switch and had bright light for the way ahead. The road flowed smoothly toward them.
“It’s nice having someone with me,” said Sarina. “I really don’t like
driving at night.
Soldier Sam was silent for a second, and then said, “Yes.” His voice was flat and low-pitched. Then Solider Sam seemed to realise that he was being too quiet He added, “It‘s really nice to be somewhere I wasn‘t before.”
“Oh…I got the gas and oil and tires checked today.“ Sarina said. “I mentioned to the filling-station attendant- why the car wasn‘t handling right. I guess that’s the answer.”
“Probably,” replied Solider Sam and asked if Sarina liked listening to music on the radio. Maybe it could be a special memory in the future. He considered.
The dotted center line of the highway became a solid streak, and the road made a wide curve. Woodland bracketed it- the air was chilly among the trees- and abruptly it was clear again. They were a few miles on their way.
Soldier Sam added in the same expressionless manner, “We’re near a turn-off, aren’t we? I just saw a sign.”
“Why, yes,” said Sarina.
The car came to the turn-off. There was nothing special about it. It was just a secondary road- well-paved enough – that branched off the main highway and wound across country.
Every once in a while there were a couple crossroads stores and maybe a few houses which could be seen from the highway. Most of the road’s length ran through woodland.
Sarina turned into it. Within a few miles tall and columnar tree trunks engulfed the road. The air was cool and the ride no longer had the feeling of being in empty open space.
Above and ahead there was a narrow ribbon of sky in which stars shone brightly. The headlights showed the pavement, and tree trunks alongside, and more tree trunks. There was a bare screen of underbrush at the road’s edge.
The attentive figure beside Sarina said, “Not much out here, is there?”
Sarina pressed harder on the accelerator. The car picked up speed. “One thing’s certain,” laughed Sarina, “nobody could make me stop to pick them up on this road!”
Sarina’s car swept past a small clearing, filled now with shoulder high weeds. The road dived into woods again. Just before the trees reenveloped the car, there was a sudden sweetness in the air.
The car went swiftly between crowded tall tree trunks that rose to where their branches joined to form a roof over all the forest.
The sound of the motor echoed back from the wood with a singing note added to it.
Sarina said, “Everything is exactly as before. But everything is different.”
Sarina drove on. She saw lights shining out some windows, and knew that it was the single store between where they were and Burger King.
But the pair was quarter of a mile beyond it when she realised maybe she could have stopped there so Solider Sam could pick up a pack of cigarettes after the long trip.
It was a beautiful night. The car sped through the darkness, its headlights flaring before it, and now and again a bug in their rays, and once there was something glittering by the roadside as the car sped past it
The wood broke away from one side of the road. Far, far away, a single unwinking dot of Burger King shown bright as a stone.
The trees closed in once more, and Sarina knew that from here to Burger King there would be no other light. The road was very straight, here, and a long way ahead there was the light.
Soldier Sam piped up “You said you had your car checked today, Sarina? There’s something on this road that looks delicious.”
Sarina drove a little faster because she was getting hungry too until the lights of Burger King sparkled through the trees.
Sarina slowed the car, turned into the driveway and parked it with beautiful precision just a hop skip and a jump from the Magical Door to Deliciousness.
RAMS PLANET LANDING
Sarina entered the Starship and it was like getting into a car or bus but the noise of the machine made her feel that it was different. Soon the Starship took off and rose in the air higher and higher. The buzzing sound which had fascinated Soldier Sam continued.
The chairman could see the target now, coming onto the horizon but still small and distant from the vantage point of the unit. Like a slowly dripping faucet, the minutes dragged on and the officers were anxiously glancing at the timer on a regular basis. A certain strange kind of unrest overcame the officers, and each was dealing with the wait for supplies to carry out the action individually, it seemed to the chairman. There was a palpable presentiment of how the orders would be carried out.
A bunch of huge white clouds had surrounded the vantage point of the regiment, and stood at attention when the air exploded with noise as another shelling from the Mainland commenced. We had slowed down to solidify out position, and the situation was at had. The officers relayed the signals, waiting to see what was coming, and they felt small next to the forces that had assembled against them on the Mainland. It was like descending rapidly in an uncontrolled manner into an abyss, and it felt like being suspended in midair.
The chairman looked to his flank and gave a start that made some of the officers skip a couple of heartbeats. It seemed like we were drifting into unknown territory that was open like a gaping hole in front of us. It looked dark and unwelcoming and the winds had bee silenced as if by a higher power. The size of the operational hole the officers were approaching grew in size, and the fleet was now considering potential modes of escape from the shelling by the Mainland which had intensified.
No other scenario could present itself in any more menacing a manner figured the chairman, and the officers were as if hanging by a harness, but still prepared to duke it out with their adversaries. It was a curious situation for the chairman, still requesting supplies from the terminal, even while the unit had the sensation of landing after a long jump, since they were essentially surrounded by fire from the Mainland. To our flank was a group with which we immediately established secure communications with.
It was like meeting someone you knew in the past as if for the first time under new and more stressful circumstances. A cluster amassed on the Mainland, and our reconnaissance unit was immediately aware to the situation, which they relayed quickly to the unit. The chairman had decided to give orders to the officers to consolidate their positions before shit got heavy. It seemed to the chairman that the surroundings had become strangely quiet, as if before a big storm.
It was like being dropped into unknown territory without a firm grounding with orders to conquer the situation at hand, and it felt more like each of the points on the surrounding periphery was a secret that had to be uncovered and positively identified. It was a phenomenon that made the officers fell more like explorers in an unknown and undefined land then addressing a situation on the Mainland that clearly presented itself as was the case.
The officers glanced at the clock again, and the sun on the brisk fall morning was exceptionally bright which seemed to compound the significance of the state of the unit’s position. We briefly got our bearings, and moved rapidly into another position as if fleeing from an unknown adversary down an unpaved road. Within a few minutes, the officers had determined their new position and immediately relayed the new information to the formations gathered on our flank.
As the latest round of shelling moved into the background, the noise the unit was perceiving grew less and less apparent. Part of the regiment has engaged the Mainland, and this action was readily appreciated by the chairman, almost without serious and debilitating concern, since ultimately the fate of the unit rested with the actions of the officers during crises, and he was only really responsible for laying out plans and priorities before areas of concern were highlighted by the reconnaissance teams.
None of the officers could have possibly anticipated the action with any great precision with intelligence signals so soon after the latest round of shelling from the Mainland, and it was unknown which opposing officers had commenced fire towards the unit in our previous position. The chairman perceived some conflict brewing among the officers, which was starting to manifest itself in a manner that was unhealthy for the unit, like someone starting to drag their feet during the long haul of a marathon race.
The officers had all reported present: the adjunct, the signals administrator, along with the orderly, intelligence and reconnaissance officers, and the rest of the group. Messages had already arrived from the large group that had amassed at our flank, with the exception of one unit that had not yet reported their new position. This group had been the unit most engaged with the Mainland during the barrage, and with the new cache of information, the chairman paused to go to an isolated area to write out the new orders which would then be communicated to the officers.
When the fleets had acknowledged the orders set forth by the chairman, including the unit the had not reported previously but had now come back online in one piece, the rest of the flank was grouped together en mass at more distant points from the Mainland to gain their breath. The officers had been stressing the gravity of the situation, which seemed to be a function of the heat and humidity off the island, and the chairman was still wrapped up in what had unfolded like not being able to shake free of an old set of camouflage khakis that had become full of dirt from days of use.
The adversaries used special ray guns and pointed it at the Starship. There was a loud “Bang!” and suddenly Rams Mascot’s voice on the radio disappeared.
Sarina fell backwards and accidentally hit the destination lever that changed it for approach and didn’t even realize it. The door instantly closed and a countdown started from three on the pod’s speakers.
Once the countdown got to one, Sarina and Soldier Sam blasted off from the spaceship in the little escape pod.
The Day of The Rams Tailgate Party, Sarina the Event MC was looking for a few extra Stars to interview at the Tailgate Extravaganza and went to Hollywood to recruit the Biggest names in the Entire Nation to add more Hype to the Tailgate, as if more was needed.
Sarina went first to the house of the biggest Movie Star in the World. It was a very pretentious house with tall pillars in front, and it stood on tucked away in the Hollywood Hills. It seemed likely that the Movie Star might be chosen to go with Sarina to the Rams Stadium for the Tailgate.
The Movie Star was dressed in clothes from Sunset Boulevard, and looked like a Billion Bucks and sure to delight the Masses of Rams Fans at the Big Event.
"Are you ready to entertain the crowd at the Rams Tailgate Kickoff as everyone would like you to?" asked Sarina.
"Oh, yes!" said the Movie Star. "I have stories about my latest film and interactions with the biggest names in Hollywood. Will you take me?"
But Sarina was not convinced, for the Movie Star was not ready.
Then Sarina went on until she came to the house of the Biggest Pop Movie Star in the land. The singer was quite sure they would be chosen to go with Sarina to the Tailgate. Grammys adorned the home, and the Pop Star told Sarina a great musical performance would headline the event.
"Are you ready to perform at the Tailgate as the Rams Fans would like you to?" asked Sarina.
"Oh, yes!" said the Music Star . "I have been practicing the latest rendition of my Billboard Topping Hit. Will you take me?"
But Sarina went on again and came to the house of California’s Surfing Champion. The Star stood at the door, dressed in the wetsuit that had won the Championship, and holding the Prized Surfboard his arm.
The Surfer was quite sure they could provide the best stories and would be chosen to go to the Tailgate, for everyone loves a Surfer.
"Are you ready to go to the Tailgate as the Rams Fans would like you to?" Sarina asked of the Surfer.
"Oh, yes!" the Surfer said. "I have stories and stories about how I conquered the Pacific Ocean Waves. Will you take me?"
But Sarina said no a third time, for the Surfer was not ready.
Then Sarina did not know which way to go, and she began to think she would not be able to find any Star to interview at the Big Rams Tailgate Party.
As she tuned onto the Freeway to head to the Rams Stadium, she noticed a solitary figure walking down the side of the busy road coming toward her.
Soldier Sam was walking slowly with his head staring down at the Pavement.
Sarina looked at Soldier Sam. He looked like the Saddest resident of the entire LA Metro Area as his feet shuffled back and forth, making slow progress.
Sarina considered that no one in the Rams crowd would care about Soldier Sam and noticed his Walmart outfit and the holes in his shoes.
Sarina stopped her car and spoke to Soldier Sam.
"Would you like to go with me to the Big Rams Football Tailgate Extravaganza?” asked Sarina.
Soldier Sam looked up at Sarina’s face in surprise.
"No, I don’t know what a FootbalI Tailgate Party is, and I am not even ready for tommorrow” Soldier Sam replied.
LOS ANGELES RAMS TAILGATE KICKOFF PART II
“Jump in the car with me and I will bring you to the Rams Tailgate Party, Soldier Sam” Sarina encouraged him. “You are clearly in no shape to be interviewed, but there is a Great Need for someone to collect all the Trash and Recyclables.
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know about the Event” Sarina offered.
“Tailgating is literally Football Fans drinking beer and cooking BBQs from the back of cars in parking lots of sports stadiums before the game. They arrive hours in advance to make the most of the day.
“Tell Me More, Sarina!!” Soldier Sam Exclaimed.
The crowd is mostly sports fans, continued Sarina, “but the food, beer and fun attracts all sorts. We basically describe it as “a collection of many, many small parties happening in the one place at the same time,” began Sarina.
Believe Me, Soldier Sam, you won’t find the Rams Tailgating Information listed in any ‘top X things to do in USA’ articles on Google or Trip Advisor. Trust me. . That’s a good thing. It means you’ve found something real – an LA experience that hasn’t been tainted by the Modern World.”
Side note: it also means it’s not for the faint of heart types – It’s all about sports, beer, food, cultural experiences and good times, read on!
“We’re Here at Rams Stadium, Soldier Sam!” Sarina’s voice sounded like a beautiful anthem to Soldier Sam. No one had spoken to him in years.
“Throw on your power lights, Soldier Sam! We’re going to make our way through the crowd to the Grandstand, where I will be MC. Everyone will See You Soldier Sam!”
Get Ready! We’re going through!” The pounding of Soldier Sam’s Heat was increasing.
Soldier Sam was overwhelmed by the Crowd. He stared at the Massive Group of Fans, walked over and picked up Trash and Recycling Bags.
“Switch My Mission On, Sarina!, responded Soldier Sam “Full strength Ahead!
Soldier Sam wrapped up in his arms as many Trash and Recycling Bags as would be humanly possible.
“We’ll get through this, Soldier Sam.” Sarina assured him. “Together We will be Unstoppable!”.
“Not so fast! We’re moving too fast!” said Solider Sam asked “What are we moving so fast for?”
“The sooner we get the Grandstand, the sooner the Fun will start, Soldier Sam” explained Sarina.
“Hmm?” said Soldier Sam. He looked at Sarina like he had never looked at a woman in his life, He stood beside her, with shocked astonishment.
Solider Sam stopped for a moment and started to realise how important and rewarding his new position would be.
Tailgate Ambassadors tackle recycling, sustainability at football games
Tailgate Ambassadors work to educate tailgaters about the proper sorting of waste and to enhance the tailgating experience by providing tailgaters with recycling and trash bags they need.
While the football team and tailgaters prep for the big game, the Tailgate Ambassadors also are preparing to meet an important challenge.
The main goals of the Tailgate Ambassadors program are to educate tailgaters about the proper sorting of waste and to enhance the tailgating experience by providing tailgaters with recycling and trash bags they need.
Soldier Sam raced his engine a little. “Why don’t you wear your gloves, Sarina ? Have you lost your gloves?”
“I have to save my energy for the Show, Soldier Sam” Sarina replied. The Receptacles are your mission!”
Soldier Sam reached in his pockets and brought out the gloves. He put them on.
“Pick it up, man!” snapped a group of Fans to Soldier Sam as he readied his strength and lurched ahead. He started to drive through the parking lot, with full knowledge what a difficult task had been presented to him.
The Rams Tailgate was not bounded by Space or Time so there was a full gathering of Fans stretched around the Stadium on this important day.
Soldier Sam was the only one working that day so he started gaining the attention of the entire party, as he worked the crown educating them on just how important his mission was to the Future of Rams Football.
Educating tailgaters can make a huge impact on the game day experience as a whole.
The Rams decided to start with tailgating recycling initiative not because it was easy, but because we knew if we could change the culture outside of the stadium, it will carry inside.
At the heart of Tailgate Ambassadors are people who volunteer their Sundays to catalyze conversations with thousands of tailgaters about sustainability and recycling.
Tailgate Ambassadors trek through the tailgating areas around Rams Stadium equipped with supplies, giveaways and enthusiasm for engaging Rams tailgaters.
Some Rams Fans had mentioned he was “Industrious,” and assumed had got his invitation to the Tailgate Event in expectation, on the part of the Rams Team, that some portion at least of his Industrious effort would contribute to the general success of the entertainment event.
Up until that moment, Sarina had been unable to discover in what direction, if any, his Industry was directed.
Neither did his exterior suggest the sort of man that women are willing to pardon a generous measure of deficiency. He was just “The Trash Guy” to so many.
And now Soldier Sam was beginning to have launched on the world a discovery beside which the invention of gunpowder, of the printing-press, and of steam locomotion were inconsiderable trifles.
Trash Science had made huge strides in many directions in recent years, but this thing seemed to belong to the domain of miracle rather than to scientific achievement.
“All we really ask of you is to believe, Soldier Sam was saying to the Fans when he approached them with those trash bags.“that you have discovered a means for saving the world.”
“It is a problem at which I have worked for the last decade,” said Soldier Sam, ” but only during the last two years have my efforts resulted into Trash Bags of this strength. I have now been rewarded with smashing success.
Of course I have experimented with thousands of Trash Bag Materials, and when I made the acquaintance of this particular material, I saw at once that I was in contact with the future of NFL Tailgating Events. I have reached that goal.”
“We usually instruct Tailgate Ambassadors to work in teams. But today Soldier Sam’s efforts today stand alone, observed Sarina.
Soldier Sam had been equipped with both blue recycling bags and clear trash bags, and he distributed both to tailgating groups.
“A typical interaction involves the ambassadors approaching tailgaters and reminding them to put only plastic, metal and glass in the blue bags.”
Soldier Sam concluded his remarkable statement in a voice which he strove to downplay a triumphant effort. No one said he was just “The Trash Guy” anymore.
“And do you mean to say,” asked Sarina after a slight pause, “that you have taught the Fans to say and understand easy sentences about their Tailgating Waste?”
“My dear Sarina,” said Soldier Sam patiently, “one has to teach Rams Fans in that piecemeal fashion; when one has once solved the problem of making a new beginning in Trash Science, there is no other way.”
“I can now speak that language with perfect correctness.” added Soldier Sam.
So Solider Sam went in search of new Tailgating PartyGoers, and the Fans settled themselves down to the expectation of witnessing some more or less remarkable enthusiasm from Soldier Sam.
In a matter of minutes Soldier Sam picked up his pace working his way through the Parking Lot, his eyes dilated with excitement.
“By God, it’s true!” exclaimed Sarina.
Sarina’s Response was unmistakably genuine, and the Fans started forward in a thrill of awakened interest.
“What Drives You, Soldier Sam?” the Fans all started to ask.
“Although recycling at tailgates is a must, a visit from the Tailgate Ambassadors — in true Rams tailgate fashion — is a lot of fun.”
“Our goal is to promote sustainable tailgating, but we also want to enhance the overall tailgate experience. “People respond well to free things they can use, so we also distribute bottle openers and temporary tattoos to tailgaters.”
Soldier Sam had preached to absolutely incredulous hearers. His statement carried instant conviction. A chorus of startled exclamation arose from the Rams Fans gathered at the Celebration, amid which Soldier Sam started to smile enjoying the first fruit of his stupendous discovery.
“Will you take a break and have some beer, Soldier Sam?” asked Sarina .
“I don’t mind if I do,” was the response from Soldier Sam, couched in an enthusiastic tone. A shiver of suppressed excitement went through Sarina as he downed an entire 6-Pack in just a moment.
Another silence fell on the crowd, and then Sarina asked in her best district-visitor manner, if the Trash Business had been difficult to learn.
Soldier Sam looked squarely at her for a moment and then fixed his gaze serenely on her with Love. It was obvious that such questions mattered little compared to how beautiful Sarina is.
So, what do the Tailgate Ambassadors say about the large number of tailgaters expected to be serviced for the First Tailgate of the season at Rams Stadium.”
“We’re ready, bring it on!!” Soldier Sam’s demeanor had now turned completely positive.
“When your inclusion in this Tailgate Party was first suggested to the Front Office, Soldier Sam, Sarina started to explain, they protested that you were the most brainless figure of their acquaintance, and that there was a wide distinction between hospitality and my motivation to take care of a guy like that.
When I called them on that Highway Stop, the Front Office stated that your lack of brain-power was the precise quality which had earned you your invitation, as you were the only person they could think of who might be stupid enough to service the entire crowd with Trash Removal.
The moment they had said it every one realized the blunder.
“One does not usually discuss these matters in public,” said Sarina.
“From a slight observation of your ways since you’ve been in this Trash Position I should imagine you’d find it inconvenient if I were to shift the conversation on to your Love Affairs.”
“Would you like to go and see if one of the Concession Stands has got your dinner ready?” suggested Sarina hurriedly.
“Thanks,” said Soldier Sam, “but not quite so soon after my beers. I don’t want to disappoint.”
“Well, at least one thing is Certain, Soldier Sam”, Sarina realised.
“Yes, Sarina. Tailgate Ambassadors will be focusing their attention on the entire Rams Stadium Grounds with pride as long as the California Sun Shines” promised Soldier Sam.
“Judging by what you said to me on the Highway, just not too long ago, you were out for food.” Sarina said”
“I repeated your remark afterwards to the Tailgate Event Chiefs,” continued Sarina, “and said, ‘That Soldier Sam is a regular Hunger Marcher; he’d go anywhere for three square meals a day.”
“We can certainly upgrade scraps you always get at dinner-time,” promised Sarina, “and I will go see to it myself”.
“And my great discovery!” said Soldier Sam; “after all my years of research and experiment–”
“You can go and experiment your techniques with all the NFL Stadiums well into the future, Soldier Sam”. Sarina said matter-of-factly. “That much is clear!”
“I’m happy just here, Sarina” Soldier Sam replied.
“What better way to show the community, state and the nation that the Rams are committed to sustainability, not just on paper, but in action.”Soldier Sam was happy just to make it to the Rams Tailgate Event Grandstand Alive.”
Solider Sam’s promise was clear.
“Trash Ambassadors will always be out there talking with Rams Fans, enhancing their tailgate experience and promoting recycling all ‘For the Glory of Rams Football and the Entire State of California.”
The Rams Fan Guests had readied themselves steadily for Sarina’s Performance that night.
“After all your hard work today, with the Trash and everything..” Decided Sarina. “We will let you have the first word of the Evening.”
Really, Sarina?” Soldier Sam was shocked and honored as he and Sarina climbed up the stairs onto the Grandstand.
“Hey, Rams Fans,” shouted Soldier Sam..
“Let’s give a Big Shoutout to Sarina Right Now!! Let’s show how much we Love Her!!”
“And ME ESPECIALLY!!” Soldier Sam added, as the Rams Tailgate Kick Off Party Celebration started taking off into the Sky!!