I know that I would rather fight the aliens than try to reason with a panicked crowd.”Quinton grimaced and nodded.The Sheriff and his family had lef.... Jeff and Joe Martin were sitting in the living room talking while the women had gone somewhere, probably to the bathroom. “So, how’s the honeymoon going?” Jeff, at a loss to say something, asked uncomfortably.“Great. I’m still amazed that she actually married me. Sir, the woman brought some polish along and polished her wedding ring – a brand new. He stopped at his commanding officer's desk and languidly saluted. "Captain Judson Kirsch reporting as ordered." I'm an engineer, not a flipping soldier," he repeated for what must have been the twentieth time. "Sure, I know more about the P-40 and what keeps her in the air than any of those glorified flyboys and jumped-up mechanics at the Curtiss Wright plant in Burbank. But, damn it all, why did they have to stick me on this motorized ice cube?" You sure as hell aren't much of a soldier,. It’s better that they have everything right on the aircraft, before they get out there. Otherwise they could get killed, and not by the Taliban. It’s no different than you and I rehearsing before a concert.”“Terry’s right Sue,” Julie said, “All we can do is to support then in the only way a woman can.”Sue brightened up a little, “Well if yours is as bad as mine, they need a hell of a lot of support.”“Well I’m not complaining.” Julie said chuckling.Terry smiled and nodded.Julie went on “I don’t. With the agility of an ox, I managed it on the second try.“At last count, they’re sixteen thousand commercial radio transmitters, give or take, in the northern hemisphere,” Jennifer noted as she fiddled with a bank of switches and meters.“Come on, baby, you can do it,” she whispered and patted the Coast Guard gray metal case housing the vintage relic from the seventies. The thirty pound Yaesu FT-101EE radio was a Craigslist steal, acquired by the Society for a few cents on the dollar. The rig.