Doctor Philip J. Calman was sweating. Worse than that he was in trouble, big trouble. He took fast corners and came in on constant short stops to keep from knocking over obstacles and others traveling the hospital hallway. He wiped a damp rag across his forehead. He had only just received the news. They were shocking. Stunning. Jaw dropping. His mind was going a million things at once.
"Entschuldegunze Bitte!" he shouted, continuing on down the hall.
The nurses and patients began to move out of his way.
Dr. Calman was a well known doctor in Germany. He had studdied medicine and health care and many other medical things for over fifty years, and had excelled from the start. his passion for the well being of people and the care for health had driven him through colleges, universities, and academies for a long time. Many teachers and doctors and scientists had taken great notice of his talent. All of his youth years were spent engrossing himself in the art of the medical field, and not a single one was wasted for so much as a minute. He had a goal, and he was one of few who had achieved it. His entire life was given to people who needed ones like him. But nothing could have prepared him for what he'd been told, or what he was about to be told.
He arrived at the place where he recieved the call from Dr. Eichmann. It was a high security ER station, specifically designed to hold patients that were 'Out of control' or 'dangerous'. Normally they didn't use it, since they always had the man power and the strength to keep frantic patients in good behavior. But things always tend to get worse.
He arrived at the sealed door leading to the HSER.
He swiped a security clearance card through a box on the side of the door.
It beeped, accepting him in, and the doors slid aside.
He went down two halls, searching for the observitory room.
Once again he had to swipe another card to get in.
the room was large and had a five inch thick bullet proof glass window that stretched the entire length.
Like the others, the room was white, and had various monitors and tables laying about it.
Dr. Calman spotted the three German doctors standing in front of the glass.
One of them turned to him, and gestured him forward.
"Wir habe eine-"
Calman held up his hand.
"English, if you please"
"We have a bad situation" Dr. Eichmann said.
The man was rather short for a German, and much reminded him of Einstein, what with his long gray hair and mustache.
His facial features looked very troubled.
Calman looked through the window. What he saw cut him to the heart.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked.
"We don't know" Eichmann answered, "we can't stabilize him, nor can we even get close enough to get ahold of him. He seems to have taken to rational behavior. Biting, clawing, kicking. He's basically out of his mind."
Calman could tell that much. He watched as what looked like a young boy of only 15 was practically throwing himself all over the room, screaming and knashing his teeth at the four male nurses who surrounded him, attempting to get him into a straight jacket.
"Is it rabies?" Calman asked.
"No, we managed to get a blood sample, and have found many questions without answers. He's been this way nonstop, and we found that those whom he had bitten, are in the same condition. Erratic. we have found that he came in only a few minutes ago, and was brought from the east side of Berlin. His mother said he had been in a strange sickness for a day or two, which she had mistaken for Influenza. After he had attacked several people. She brought him here in hopes of us controlling him."
"Did you identify the sample?"
"Yes we have"
Eichmann pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
Calman looked it over.
He read the text, but one major word caught his eye. He had heard of many things like it before, but had never expected it to happen like this, not here.
He stared at the text.
T600.
Code name: Demon Juice
"You said there are more in the same condition?"
"Ja, ten at least"
"Keep them contained, and wear protective masks and clothing whenever you're around them"
"What?"
"We don't know what this stuff can do. But it looks like it spreads quickly."
At that Calman turned and headed for the door. He had to notify poison control. They could not let Berlin fall to this.
Doctor Philip J. Calman was sweating. Worse than that he was in trouble, big trouble. He took fast corners and came in on constant short stops to keep from knocking over obstacles and others traveling the hospital hallway. He wiped a damp rag across his forehead. He had only just received the news. They were shocking. Stunning. Jaw dropping. His mind was going a million things at once.
"Entschuldegunze Bitte!" he shouted, continuing on down the hall.
The nurses and patients began to move out of his way.
Dr. Calman was a well known doctor in Germany. He had studdied medicine and health care and many other medical things for over fifty years, and had excelled from the start. his passion for the well being of people and the care for health had driven him through colleges, universities, and academies for a long time. Many teachers and doctors and scientists had taken great notice of his talent. All of his youth years were spent engrossing himself in the art of the medical field, and not a single one was wasted for so much as a minute. He had a goal, and he was one of few who had achieved it. His entire life was given to people who needed ones like him. But nothing could have prepared him for what he'd been told, or what he was about to be told.
He arrived at the place where he recieved the call from Dr. Eichmann. It was a high security ER station, specifically designed to hold patients that were 'Out of control' or 'dangerous'. Normally they didn't use it, since they always had the man power and the strength to keep frantic patients in good behavior. But things always tend to get worse.
He arrived at the sealed door leading to the HSER.
He swiped a security clearance card through a box on the side of the door.
It beeped, accepting him in, and the doors slid aside.
He went down two halls, searching for the observitory room.
Once again he had to swipe another card to get in.
the room was large and had a five inch thick bullet proof glass window that stretched the entire length.
Like the others, the room was white, and had various monitors and tables laying about it.
Dr. Calman spotted the three German doctors standing in front of the glass.
One of them turned to him, and gestured him forward.
"Wir habe eine-"
Calman held up his hand.
"English, if you please"
"We have a bad situation" Dr. Eichmann said.
The man was rather short for a German, and much reminded him of Einstein, what with his long gray hair and mustache.
His facial features looked very troubled.
Calman looked through the window. What he saw cut him to the heart.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked.
"We don't know" Eichmann answered, "we can't stabilize him, nor can we even get close enough to get ahold of him. He seems to have taken to rational behavior. Biting, clawing, kicking. He's basically out of his mind."
Calman could tell that much. He watched as what looked like a young boy of only 15 was practically throwing himself all over the room, screaming and knashing his teeth at the four male nurses who surrounded him, attempting to get him into a straight jacket.
"Is it rabies?" Calman asked.
"No, we managed to get a blood sample, and have found many questions without answers. He's been this way nonstop, and we found that those whom he had bitten, are in the same condition. Erratic. we have found that he came in only a few minutes ago, and was brought from the east side of Berlin. His mother said he had been in a strange sickness for a day or two, which she had mistaken for Influenza. After he had attacked several people. She brought him here in hopes of us controlling him."
"Did you identify the sample?"
"Yes we have"
Eichmann pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
Calman looked it over.
He read the text, but one major word caught his eye. He had heard of many things like it before, but had never expected it to happen like this, not here.
He stared at the text.
T600.
Code name: Demon Juice
"You said there are more in the same condition?"
"Ja, ten at least"
"Keep them contained, and wear protective masks and clothing whenever you're around them"
"What?"
"We don't know what this stuff can do. But it looks like it spreads quickly."
At that Calman turned and headed for the door. He had to notify poison control. They could not let Berlin fall to this.
Hey people!
I know what you're thinking....I haven't posted in a loooooong time, but here I am!
I know it my blog can get kind of boring with any later updates, so if anyone's out there, please leave a comment!
you know I think I ought to ask a question; what does freedom mean to you, personally. What do feel freedom does for you? Freedom unfortunately is something taken for granted in this country by most people. We have come so far in our history. Our founding fathers and mothers believed heavily in keeping our laws in accordance with God's law: the Torah. They wanted to form a country upon Godly men and Godly laws. They knew that only God could form a proper nation. Now look at us. We're so selfish, so arrogant, so unthankful for what God has done. I always see bumper stickers and signs that say 'God bless America'. God has blessed America, more times than we could count. If only America would bless God intern. So tell me, what does freedom mean to you?
I wonder how many people really know what's going on.
It's hard to believe how fast everything is happening, the bail outs, the war. Barrack Obama is sending 15,000 Marines to Afghanistan by the end of the summer.
Everyone thought he would be the savior to the US and bring us out of war, well boy were they disappointed. There's also talk that he may re-institute the draft. With Bush in office, everything was going rather well, the economy was fair, but the war was a real success. everything was mostly moving kinda slow, nothing real big or bad had popped up.
Then he leaves, and we put Saddam Husein in office, and now everything skyrockets. Everything happens so fast, and we sit back and think nothing of it.
With Obama in office, he has lined up even more democrats to follow suit.
The president is only a pawn, and the king is one huge deal that involves the entire world. The rich bankers. These bankers are the ones we are in debt to. They are the ones that really own the banks, our currency, our land, our government, everything. They are a giant link of nations that have allied together to make a one world government.
The US government is hungry for power, and so are the world bankers. We may think own our currency, but little do we know who really owns them. If you look at the top of a dollar bill, you'll see writing which spells Federal Reserve Note, and that's what it really is. An FRN means you are reserving whatever you are paying for as your posession, but are also endorsing the ownership over to the government. you see you really don't own what you have, you are renting it from the government. If you buy land, you don't own it, you are renting it, and even though you have the deed, they have the jurrestiction to take it whenever they want to.
The only way to completely own something is buy it in gold, not paper. When using gold, you are not signing a reserve note, you are buying your ownership.
No matter what, the government wants as much power as it can get.
The wrong things are being legalized, the right things are becoming illegal, God is being swept under the rug, and communism is beginning to form, or as you may better know it, socialism.
Government control.
They'll take away the guns, and we have no source of defense. They'll post the US military around the world in other countries so they are detained, and will station the blue helmets on our soil to control us, cause you can't get the US forces to fire on americans, but you can get the UN to do it.
The UN has been training here in the US for years. They have detention camps set up all around the country, sitting empty. They are building forereign weapons in the US. Russian tanks are being built here, chinese scud missles, and we are selling the most powerful tank on earth to the Egyptians!
Thing are changing so fast. And that's how it was planned, all they needed was an ace in the hole.
These are however only speculations, and are not guaranteed to happen. whether not it is God's will that it happens is unknown, though things do make sense.
All we can do now is stock up on guns and ammo, and trust God. And when you se troops in blue helmets and Kevlar jackets walking down the streets, you'll know the time has come.
Boy, seems like the last month went by real fast. The first day I'm standing in bleachers on Paris Island, and now I'm waving goodbye.
As I've said my brother just recently graduated from Marine Corps boot camp on Paris island. he had 24 days of leave, and is now leaving for SOI (School Of Infantry) for full combat training.
He's going to camp Gyger to do all this.
What I envy is that he gets to train in mock towns with real guns that fire chalk projectiles, made for leaving a mark.
he gets to take a team of men through the town with the support of an M1A2 Abrams tank and try to find the enemy.
It becomes a full scale firefight.
But one month went by fast, and i hope he'll be safe.
Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! anyone there! *nothing but echoes* Hmmmmmmmm..........I wonder where everyone went? Maybe I should try posting more often, maybe that would help.
I know I know.........It's amazing that I'm posting for once in a lifetime. Well i appologize for how long it takes me to do anything on HSB, I'm not much of a computer allohic (Not that you are either).
I just got my new XBOX 360 (it's my brother's actually, I just use it more) and all sorts of new games (COD 4-5, Fallout 3, Lego Indiana Jones, The Bourne Conspiricy, Halo 3, Far Cry 2, and Rainbow 6 Vegas).
I've played Halo 3 the most. I love the story line.
COD 5 comes second. That game rocks!
It's amazing how realistic it is. At close range a shotgun can be devastating, MG42s can carve anything in half, and Arty rounds can leave only a few shreds of the target.
Well that's enough about video games, why don't we talk about something else. Hmmmmmmmmm..........Oh I know, I was watching Helecopter attacks on YouTube, boy there's some pretty amazing accounts. I saw one where an Appache gunship was watching two terrorists on a road in Iraq. they stood near two trucks unloading weapons. The whole time these guys are being watched and don't even know it.
The pilot is talking back and forth with HQ to get the rules of engagment.
Finally they get permission to engage, and the gunner opens up with the 30mm chain gun.
All you see is several exlposions and only a few shreds of meat are left (You can't see anything graphic, it's all on the thermal sight).
The second guy tries to run across the street, but gets pulverised. the last guy is near a truck when it gets blown to bits.
he gets wounded and tries to crawl under it, but soon gets rewarded with more shots, tearing the truck into nothing.
I love guns, and have noone to talk to about them! No need to feel bad for me.
Mar. 16, 2009 - 'came here a boy, trained to be a machine, now look at me I'm a US Marine'
Finally! I'm back!
Well my brother finally graduated from the USMC training about a week ago, and is now on 24 days of leave!
So far everything he's done is hang out with his family, and spend money.
Ever been to Paris Island?
Well one thing you have to remember is that it's a military base, so not many people get to go there very often, unless you're authorized.
We arrived the day after we settled into a rental house near the base. the first day was family day, which was when we could see our new marine, and tour the base with him.
We had to get at 5:00 in the morning, so we could get there when his platoon was training for the morning.
We drove across a bridge, and into the main gate on the island. Everything all around it is nothing but marsh land, so there is no way anyone is getting off the island without getting eaten by gaters.
anyway, we drove through the main gate, and followed thousands of other cars on the same mission as us.
I was surprised how little security there was at the gate. It was only one guard in cammies and armed with an M9 handgun, instead of fully equipped Marines with SPAS 12 shotguns and full Kevlar vests and helmets.
after driving for about five min we came to the main road that led through a large intersection near the training facilities.
A visitors center was near the road, along with many other buildings that were packed with people.
we were told that My brother's platoon (3020 Kilo Company) would be out for the their last morning jog and would run along the street for all to see.
so we sat with another 500 people waiting to see them.
3 hours we waited, and they never came.
We came to find out that they had taken a different route through the base, and the officials didn't feel like telling us. That right there made everyone mad.
it was 8:00 when they told us, and we didn't get to see KC 3020 until 9:15 at a large building.
So we then had to wait another hour.
To pass the time, we went and got to watch a platoon of recruits train on the field next to the building.
They were doing the morning PT, which was an obstical course.
they began one end with two ammo cans, and had to run for 30 yards. They dropped the cans at that location, got down, crawled another ten yards, did a baby crawl for ten yards, got up, ran for ten yards, grabbed a dummy grenade off the ground, threw at a large square painted on the ground, grabbed another recruit on the ground and dragged him back.
And all the time they had DIs (Drill Instructors) yelling and screaming at them to move faster.
Due to the fact that people were watching, the DIs had to keep their vocabulary to a limited amount of words. Infact, they were actually being nice compared to how they act normally.
If you want to see what MC training is really like, watch the movie Full Metal Jacket, that is exactly how it is.
anyway, the whole while that we stood there, five MPs (Military Police) stood around gabbing and had nothing to do.
So they us stop photographing the trainees. We did. They returned to their gabbing, while 75 other people sat taking pictures.
The security there was kinda lousy.
All they had was a bunch of MPs who had no idea what they were supposed to do.
Now do not be mistaken, the USMC is one the best fighting forces on the planet, but these MPs were sorry.
Once 9:15 rolled around, everyone headed into the huge building and sat in bleachers.
Ten minutes later, platoon KC 3020 marched in and stood in formation in front of us.
After an unending speach by the commanding officer, we finally got to go down and see our new Marine.
Twas both a exciting and sobering moment to see the young man that had been away for three months.
He took us around the base, and we got to see where he trained.
he took us to the squad bay, which is the barracks where he stayed.
The day ended as quickly as it began, when we had toured the entire place, went to Sub Way for lunch, and then went to the MCX super market where my brother spent an hour buying several different things, including an XBOX 360. I bought a shirt that read "my brother graduated from USMC training camp, Paris Island"
We left at 3:00 when he had to report into the command building with rest of his platoon.
We all left the island and headed back home, anticipating the next day when he got to actually graduate and come home.
The next morning we left at 9:00, this time going for the last time.
We arrived, parked, and walked to the bleachers that overlooked the parade deck, which is where the Marines graduating would march out and stand in formation.
They did, and the whole while the MC band was playing. Dang were they good.
After the chaplain said the prayer, three different officers spoke, and we were then dispatched into the crowd and got to go see my brother.
We immedietly left the island, the one he hated so much.
Now he's with us for another 20 days, and then he ships out for Camp Lejune, where he'll undergo extensive training.
I'm happy that he's back, and that we can spend time with him before he leaves.
Wellll I told most of you my brother is in the Marines, at least I think I told most of you. Anyway, I haven't seen or talked to him personally in three months, so i've been looking forward to the time when I can.
He told us in a letter he would call us from
Paris Island on the 8th.
he did, but when he did I and my siblings were somewhere out of contact, so only my parents got to talk to him for his three precious minutes.
He passed what's known as the 'Crucible' a day ago, and is graduating from boot camp in three days.
My family and I are going to drive up to Paris Island and see him on that day, so at least I get to see him soon!
Good day my peeps (That's short for peoples)!
It's been awhile, and I think I ought to write something just to keep you occupied. Let's see..........Hmmmmmmmmmm.......Oh! I got it! Have you ever tried to cross the road without a shoe? I know it's like the most retarded question on earth, but I figured I'd ask it, just to make you embarrassed.
I tried to cross a busy intersection on my bike once, and right in the middle of the road my shoe fell off.
At that instant the walk light turns red.
So I'm left dragging my bike out the road with one shoe.
That's when I realize that pedestrians are being discriminated.
I go the biggest laughs and cusses I could get.
So now I say that we retaliate, rebel against the drivers! Show them that we can't be pushed around!
Retaliate!
What do you think it's like to float on the clouds?
Well, I got to enjoy that.
My father and I were at a dealership looking for Toyota Solaras, you know one of the most refined luxery cars in the world, the ones that look like they came from heaven.
We found a white one and took it for a ride. That thing was heaven on wheels!
When you gunn that thing you feel the V6 engine push with no effort at all. It feels like it's floating on the clouds!
Once I got behind that steering wheel, I swore it would take God to tear me out of that seat.
I have never driven a better car (I do have my permit!).
What are we to do? What is our purpose here?
Well for one God created us because he wanted something he could love and something that would love him back, and praise him for giving them life.
Though man has wondered far from the Lord, and all his deeds are evil and unjust. Since the day that Adam sinned, man was cursed, and he would work hard for favoritism, and would get nothing.
But God loved us anyway and gave us his Torah (scripture), so we could be reunited with him and follow his laws.
But man was still relentless, and strayed farther from him.
We were too blind and too stupid to see what God had in store for us. We're like sheep who walk into the butcher's shop and don't even pay attention to the shepherd that calls us.
God finally sent something so very dear to him, something just as valuable as a scrap of food were to a starving person.
God sent his son to try to bring the word to life.
But still we were blind, and did what every man wants to do. Destroy the man that makes you look bad.
We took nails and pounded them through his wrists, until he rested on a wooden cross.
God went to so much trouble just so he could have us under his wings, and we still are like sheep. Stupid.
Man looks at the word and says, "there is no God, I will answer to no one"
And little does he know that when he breathes, he is proclaiming the name of God.
Hashem is Hebrew for 'the name'.
As we breath in and out, we are saying, Haaaaaaaa-shemmmmm.
Because God breathed the breath of life into us, and we are breathing it out.
But there are some who know the truth, and want to speak to all the nations. Therefore we must help further God's kingdom.
How does it feel when he's far away? When he's out of nearly every form of contact? When you know he's in danger? when you know that even as you go about your personal affairs, he bears the colors of the red white and blue, and carries out duties that only a man with courage and commitment to the ones he loves the most could be in his position?
It's hard to imagine what it's like when you have a loved one in the military.
When they are only seven years old they talk of carrying a gun and marching in a spectacular uniform, wearing brilliant dazzling medals, and commanding their troops in battle.
Soon five years later they're joining up with the military auxillary, and actually wearing the medals and ribbons they had dreamed of all their life. They make their parents proud when they work through the ranks, and earn the stripes on their shoulders.
At 19 they're signing the papers, and are waiting to be taken away to their dream.
When the day comes, they are swept away to be trained, and soon to be bearing the red white and blue.
I have a brother in the united states marine corps. Every thing I just described is what me and my family went through.
When the day came that he would be shipped off to training, we were as proud and as sad as could be.
Just knowing that he would be on a battlefield was very nerve racking.
I have always looked up to my brother as a leader, and now I look up to him as a warrior.
I am proud to have a brother who wants to defend our country. I am proud to say that he would follow his commanders into battle.
He would follow his his men to the end of the war, and even give his life to keep our freedom alive.
That is my brother, this is his honor, and we are his pride.
So what's next? What will take place? How will the future unfold?
That's the question now, and no doubt about it, it will be answered in the next four years as our new president Barrack Obama takes his place in the white house.
Many people are happy, some are sad, and others are ready to see what God has in store for our nation as it takes this transition.
Many people say that Obama will be a terrible president, others that he will be the savior to the USA.
Today he stood before us and made a vow before God that he would, to the best of his abilities, protect and govern the United States for the next four years, and possibly more.
But will he keep that oath? Will he live up to the promise he made?
Well, we really don't know until the time comes.
It is not our job to judge him as an evil man as of yet, but we still have the right to give our opinions, and hope that he will guide us through a good future.
It is true that his outlooks on life, politics, and war are not the same and do not seem right. But we must remember that he is now the President of the United States of America, and that this is who God chose to govern us. whether it means the victory or the doom of our nation, it is all for God's greater glory.
It does seem scarry that he is Muslim, liberal, and will not cover his heart when he says the pledge of alleigence.
But in this time, please pray hard that God will turn this man's heart around, and that he would recognize that there is one living God who never stops showing mercy, the God who governs all nations, and the one who chose this day for a part of history.
"Shema Yisrael, Adonai Elohenu, Adonai Echod"
"Hear oh Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is one"
In the beginning there was God. In the beginning there was me. God created the heavens and the earth in seven days (that means one week). I created my blog (Revalation Hour) in roughly around......um......a certain amount of time. God looked down upon the earth and was pleased. I looked down upon my handiwork and was pleased. What?Don't beleive me? Look it up, it's in Genesis! Okay well maybe that's a little far fetched, but hey maybe God's written it somewhere. But enough about that, I'm Jordan. My friends call me Jo for short, and if you haven't noticed I'm a MilTech freak (meaning a freak of military technology, primarilly Armored Fighting Vehicles). Reading and writing is a large side dish I like bite at a lotta the time, with an exception of movies, games, and a little nature. I am, however, a 'TeenFreak' for God, the creator of this magnificent and glorious universe (excluding the wrong actions of man).
we hav 3 dog 1 cat an 2 ducks 
hou mene animals do you hav?
