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    The music thread

    Rolling Stone ranked it No. 33 on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. NME ranked it No. 37 on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame added it to the list of the 500 Songs That Shaped Rock and Roll. The song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. George Harrison praised the record, declaring it "a perfect record from start to finish. You couldn't improve on it." The Wall of Sound + the Wrecking Crew = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9Lehkou2Do
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    ST 0.10.4, changes to commander's skills

    That was the game breaker for me. Before the CV rework DDs were my favorite ship class to play but now I only play them in coop. The CV rework took the fun out of the game until I got a Massachusetts, and later a Pommein, and started playing them with a full secondary ship and captain builds but now that's gone. Since the captain skills rework my time playing WOWS has been cut drastically and money spent on this game has been cut completely. Most of my game time and all of my gaming money is being spent on other games. Furthermore, with almost 400 ships in my port redoing all their skills is not on my list of things I want to spend time doing. Looks like I am not alone either. The number of people online in the game has decreased by 4000-5000 players during peak time. Way to go WG. You have totally screwed up what was a great game.
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    The Battle off Samar

    Looks like that was not the Johnston. But it has been found: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bBNpa9h0zY
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    Submarine movies

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    The Battle off Samar

    I knew the ship took a beating before it sank but I never realized how bad it was until I saw this video. It's surprising that anyone on the ship survived.
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    The Battle off Samar

    For some reason the video disappeared after I embedded it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lb_801AIhU0
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    The Battle off Samar

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    The music thread

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    What's your favorite book series to read during this pandemic?

    Another series of books.. Worldwar: In the Balance - an alternate history novel by American writer Harry Turtledove. After arriving in the Earth's solar system, the Conquest Fleet's essential personnel are awakened from cold sleep after a 20-year journey originating from Tau Ceti II. Fleetlord Atvar, busy making the final preparations for the invasion of Earth, expects a rapid victory over the primitive beings populating the planet. He is interrupted by a communications officer, who reports that radio emissions are emanating from Earth. Atvar refuses to believe the report since the most recent intelligence, gathered from a probe that visited Earth in the 12th century AD, indicates that the inhabitants are a pre-industrial species. The Conquest Fleet reaches Earth orbit in December 1941 and begins surveying the planet. It is shocked to find that in the course of only 800 years, the inhabitants have moved from a primitive agricultural society to an industrial civilization. The Race's technology has hardly changed in more than 50,000 years, and other known intelligent species are similarly slow to evolve. After six months of reconnaissance and intelligence gathering, Atvar consults in May 1942 with the Shiplords of the Conquest Fleet. The troops have been awakened from cold sleep and are prepared to commence with military operations. However, Atvar can cancel the invasion. Unwilling to call off the attack and face the Emperor back on Home, Atvar orders the assault to begin.
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    What's your favorite book series to read during this pandemic?

    It does not play out like you think. None of the ships from the future are armed with nuclear bombs, not all of the ships from the future arrive in the same place so some of them end up in Axis hands, the ships from the future cannot rearm themselves and the 1942 folks don't have jet fuel on hand for the planes from the future. There is more to this book then warfare. Like the 1942 man who, after watching some history videos from the future, makes a trip to the U.S. South and leaves Mrs. Presley wondering why this man wants to sign her ten year-old son to a music contract. Or John Wayne in 1942 watching himself in the movie True Grit. Or how do you pay licensing fees to a company, Microsoft, that does not exist yet.
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    What's your favorite book series to read during this pandemic?

    I think in 1942 this would have surprised them: You can read the first book in the series here: http://wordsbloom.com/uploads/files/Weapons-of-Choice-by-John-Birmingham-full-book.pdf USS KANDAHAR,1014 HOURS, 15 JANUARY 2021 With deployment less than a fortnight away, similar scenes were being replayed throughout the U.S.-led Multinational Force accompanying the Kandahar. Twelve thousand very serious men and women drilled to the point of exhaustion. They were authorized by the UN Security Council to use whatever force was necessary to reestablish control of the capital, Jakarta, and to put an end to the mass murder of Indonesia’s Chinese andChristian minorities. Everybody was preparing for a slaughter. JRV NAGOYA, 1046 HOURS, 15 JANUARY 2021 As diverse as these ships were, one still stood out. The Joint Research Vessel Nagoyawas a purpose-built leviathan, constructed around the frame of an eighty-thousand-tonne liquid natural gas carrier. Her presence was a function of the speed with which the crisis in Jakarta had developed. The USS Leyte Gulf, a stealth cruiser from the Clinton’s battle group, had been riding shotgun over the Nagoya’s sea trials in the benign waters off Western Australia. When the orders came down that the carrier and her battle group were to move immediately into the Wetar Strait the Nagoyahad been left with no choice but to tag along until an escort could be assigned to shepherd her safely back to Hawaii. It was a situation nobody liked, least of all Professor Manning Pope, the leader of the Nagoyateam. PROJECT CONTROL, JRV NAGOYA, ZONE TIME:1235 HOURS, JANUARY 15, 2021 To this point everything had gone as predicted. And then the process went native, swallowing the chamber that was meant to contain it, sucking in energy like Poe’s mael-strom and “spaghettifying” the very matter that had given it birth, stretching and eating the world all around. Inflation took place instantaneously, the gross tonnage of the Nagoyabeing drawn into the throat like taffy, snuffing out the lives of the only people who possessed any chance of reversing the process, or even explaining it. Manning Pope died, smiling and unaware. Pope’s wormhole, which should have stabilized at three microns in diameter, instead blew out into a swirling lens of ele-mental colors fifteen thousand meters across before dissipating just as quickly. In that brief period, however, it punched through the veil separating two universes. USS ENTERPRISE.TASK FORCE SIXTEEN. 210 NM, NNE MIDWAY ISLAND. 2239 HOURS, 2 JUNE 1942 Now the admiral seemed on the verge of saying something more when an earsplitting crack knocked them both to the deck and left them gasping for breath. Black felt as though he’d been nailed by a jab to the guts. The gusting wind that had been tugging at their clothes died down. It was curious, though —it didn’t just drop off. It stopped dead. It almost seemed to Black as if it was “different air.” That didn’t make sense, he knew, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. It smelled and tasted different, too; vaguely familiar in a way, earthier, heavier. Like air in the Tropics, which always seemed laden with the weight of rot and genesis. The night had been very dark, with low cloud cover, no starlight, and banks of dense fog. Even so, Black had the distinct impression of being wrapped, however briefly, in a denser,closer form of darkness. A rush of unsettling, half-formed, almost preconscious abstractions clawed at him. He had the sensation of being trapped in a tight, closed space, what he imagined it would feel like to be stuck in a downed plane as it sank in thousands of fathoms of black water. Then they both became aware of a rising clamor of shouts and cries, coming from above. Lookouts in the superstructure, up on Vulture’s Row, were screaming and gesturing wildly down to the sea on the starboard side. “I think somebody’s gone overboard,” coughed Black, still struggling for breath. “Come on,” Spruance said, with some difficulty. They hurried forward, around the base of the island and thea ntiaircraft mounts, only to be confronted by a sight that stopped them cold. “Holy crap,” said Black. There, less than a hundred yards away, lay a ship of some sort. A foreign vessel for sure, completely alien, its bow was angled away from the Enterprise, opening up a gap as they plowed through the foaming breakers. USS ENTERPRISE, 2255 HOURS, 2 JUNE 1942 Staring out into the night, Black was momentarily transfixedby a bath of flat, white light. Two nearby cruisers had unleashed a coordinated broadside at the spectral figure of the Japaneseship, the Siranui. As the thunder of the guns hit them, he felt thedetonation inside his chest, profound and imponderable. Spruance quickly brought a pair of spyglasses up to his eyesto check the results. Black, like most of the others in the room, had to peer unaided into the fractured darkness. The target seemed trapped within a volcanic eruption of white water andfire as dozens of high-explosive shells raked at the wavesaround her. A coarse, unforgiving cheer rose from a dozen men at the evidence of a single explosion, a distant bud of fire quite different in texture from those shots that had fallen harmlessly into the sea. Black thought Spruance was about to stop him, ask him to ex-plain further—the kid had seemed righteous in his certainty. But before the admiral could properly open his mouth to speak, before Curtis could even complete his about-face, the blinding white light of a newborn sun spilled over them with a roar for the end of the world. JDS SIRANUI, 2301 HOURS, 2 JUNE 1942 The ship’s Nemesis arrays had already traced and logged the flight path of the shells that had struck the bridge, tracing it back to their points of origin. The CI corrected for changes since im-pact, and identified the enemy vessels. It then activated two Tenix Defense Industries combat maces in retaliation. Hexagonal silo caps flipped open on the forward deck. The stealth cruiser’s Intelligence released the launch codes and at-tack vectors for an offensive run, and the maces, which on a cursory examination resembled old-fashioned cruise missiles, rose straight up out of the silo on towers of white flame. The boost-phase rockets cut out at six thousand feet, so there was no visual warning of the missiles’ approach. Their scramjets burnedw ithout a perceptible exhaust. As the first missile reached a specific point above its target, avery small, controlled fusion reaction superheated two hundred tungsten slugs and spat them out of their containment cells withenough energy in each to destroy a heavily armored fighting ve-hicle. The entire load punched through the deck of the cruiser.The kinetic and thermal shock instantly vaporized a significant percentage of the target mass.The expanding gas, a molecule mix of human tissue, steel, wood, fabric, and superheated air manifested itself as a conventional explosion that blew the rest of the ship to Hell and beyond. Ammunition bunkers exploded. Boilers and the crew who attended them were atomized. Those slugs that drove all the way down into the keel flash-boiled thousands of liters of water that rushed back in through the ruptured hull. Miyazaki watched the death of the enemy ship in two acts. A rippling torrent of white fire raced down the length of the topside decks and superstruc-ture, followed almost instantaneously by a sudden, violent eruption that seemed to detonate beneath the waterline before bursting the thick steel hull like a balloon. In a flash, the ship that had been there suddenly wasn’t. A few moments later the second mace destroyed another ship in identical fashion. USS ENTERPRISE, 2307 HOURS, 2 JUNE 1942 “Sweet Jesus,” breathed Admiral Ray Spruance.The death of the Portland bathed the pilothouse in a harsh,flat light.....In a matter of minutes contemporary American naval powerin the Pacific had been crippled. More than half of the destroyers from Task Forces Sixteen and Seventeen were destroyed outright. The carriers Hornet and Yorktown were obliterated byone rocket each. USS HILLARY CLINTON, 2307 HOURS, 2 JUNE 1942 Kolhammer ran his eyes over the screens in front of him and the firestorm lighting the darkness outside. They were in battle. Hehad no idea with whom and over what. But men and women were dying by the thousands if the flatscreen reports and the evidence of the night outside were to be believed. The deck of the Clintonwas aflame, reminding him of the oil fires he’d witnessed in all of the Gulf Wars. “Captain. Please report.” “Thank you, Admiral.” The British officer looked unhappy. “They’re Americans, Admiral. We’ve been killing American sailors. And they’ve been trying to kill us.” “How?” he asked, finding himself increasingly exasperated ,but not disbelieving her. The plane in the looped video. He couldn’t shake the image.“I don’t know how. I really have no idea. But we’ve had six minutes more than you to get over the neural effect—” Kolham-mer noted that she didn’t call it an attack. “— We shared data with the Havoc, and we can’t get past the fact. They’re American. Old Americans.” “What do you mean, Captain?” Captain Halabi wasn’t known for her delicacy. She didn’t soften the blow now. “We’ve positively identified eight major combatants, cross-matched drone footage with archival data, and cataloged enough signals intelligence to confirm the theory. We’re firing on Task Forces Sixteen and Seventeen, out of Pearl Harbor, bound for Midway Atoll, originally under the command of Admiral Frank Fletcher, now led by Admiral Ray Spruance. Fletcher was on the USS Yorktown. It’s been destroyed.”
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    Why We Need the CIA and Other Intelligence Services

    Check out the connection between Facebook, Google and the CIA. Then there is this: Fom the NVN News Service, Nov. 1993: WASHINGTON (Nov. 4) UPI - A Senate veteran of foreign policy and intelligence matters accused elements of the Central Intelligence Agency Thursday of "engaging in a separate foreign policy" by conducting a smear campaign against elected Haitian President. Sen. John Kerry, D-Mass., a long-time member of the Foreign Relations and Intelligence committees, said he has concluded that an unflattering CIA profile of Aristide was leaked to the media in a concerted effort to discredit the deposed Haitian leader. "There is no doubt that individuals within the agency are engaging in a separate foreign policy track," Kerry said during testimony to the Senate Foreign Relations Committee by Secretary of State Warren Christopher. "They have sought purposefully, beyond any doubt whatsoever in my mind, to place certain information in certain hands in an effort to run a course counter to the policy of this country. That is very perfidious, dangerous undertaking." From the Prodigy News service, 3-19-95: NEW YORK--The CIA brought the blind clecric accused of masterminding a terror campaign against the US government into the country to rally support for Islamic fundamentalists fighting the Soviets in Afghanistan, New York Magazine reports..... The "jihad," or holy war, offices were American CIA outposts for the CIA-funded Mujahedeen fighting the occupying Soviets.... CIA spokesman Vin Swayze said Saturday that the agency would have no comment on the magazine report......(from AP) From the Seattle Times, 4-18-95, page A6: WASHINGTON - The CIA yesterday denied FBI allegations that the agency destroyed crucial computer evidence against terrorist suspect Ramzi Yousef. If such evidence was destroyed, it did not happen while in the CIA custody, said a CIA spokesman. Newsday reported Sunday that the FBI believes that files on a computer hard drive and three floppy disks found in Yousef's Manilia apartment were altered or destroyed while in the custody of the CIA. From a book review on the Prodigy service, Nov. 14, 1993: Michale Levine has a mantel-full of citations for 25 years of work as a federal narcotics expert....Because of his background, his contention that the CIA is massively involved in drug trafficking and bears heavy responsibility for the cocaine coming across our borders is astounding. In The Big White Lie (Thunder's Mouth, 448 pp, $22.95), however, that is exactly his contention. In his introductions, Levine quotes Sen John Kerry, (D-Mass) as saying during the Iran-Contra hearings that "our covert agents had converted themselves into channels for the flow of drugs into the United States." He also quotes Kerry's chief investigator, Jack Blum, who quit, saying: "I am sick to death of the truths that cannot be spoken." Levine maintains that as a DEA agent he witnessed "the most scandalous of these truths." From the Prodigy News Service, Nov. 14, 1993: NEW YORK--The CIA created an intelligence service in Haiti to fight drug trafficking but the unit became an instrument of terror and its officers engaged in drug trafficking, according to a published report. Senior members of the unit, which produced little information about narcotics, committed acts of political terror against supporters of Rev. Jean-Bertrand Aristide, including interrogations and torture, today's NY Times reports. Members of the unit also threatened last year to kill the local chief of the US Drug Enforcement Administration, the Times reports. From The News Tribune (Tacoma, Washington), Oct. 27, 1994: WASHINGTON - The former top U.S. drug-enforcement offical in Myanmar has sued the former top State Department and CIA officals based in the Asian nation, saying they tapped his phone, subverted his anti-drug efforts and expelled him from the country. The lawsuit by Richard Horn, a Drug Enforcement Administration special agent, is the latest of a series of embarrassing clashes between U.S. drug-enforcement officals and their counterparts in the intelligence and diplomatic services.
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    On the other hand...

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    What's your favorite book series to read during this pandemic?

    I am not currently reading a book. A good series I would recommend is the Left Behind series. You don't have to be religious to enjoy the series. An airborne Boeing 747 is headed to London when, without any warning, passengers mysteriously disappear from their seats. Terror and chaos slowly spread not only through the plane but also worldwide as unusual events continue to unfold. For those who have been left behind, the apocalypse has just begun. The Axis of Time trilogy is a good series by John Birmingham. The impossible has spawned the unthinkable. A military experiment in the year 2021 has thrust an American-led multinational armada back to 1942, right into the middle of the U.S. naval task force speeding toward Midway Atoll—and what was to be the most spectacular U.S. triumph of the entire war. Thousands died in the chaos, but the ripples had only begun. For these veterans of Pearl Harbor—led by Admirals Nimitz, Halsey, and Spruance—have never seen a helicopter, or a satellite link, or a nuclear weapon. And they’ve never encountered an African American colonel or a British naval commander who was a woman and half-Pakistani. While they embrace the armada’s awesome firepower, they may find the twenty-first century sailors themselves far from acceptable. Initial jubilation at news the Allies would win the war is quickly doused by the chilling realization that the time travelers themselves—by their very presence—have rendered history null and void. Celebration turns to dread when the possibility arises that other elements of the twenty-first century task force may have also made the trip—and might now be aiding Yamamoto and the Japanese. What happens next is anybody’s guess—and everybody’s nightmare.