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DanaC · 06-11-2008, 05:52 AM

A parachute descends somewhere in the Eastern Bloc, circa 1970. A man, bundled up in jump gear cuts cords and disentangles the chute before vanishing into a nearby woods. Falling snow covers his prints within a few minutes. His mission, so secret he barely understands it himself, sends him deep underground. His contacts, so secret their families have long since buried their memories, welcome him with a few sharp words and small bundle of papers. How long will he be in the Great Bear's lair? Who knows......but he is prepared for a long stay.

Almost 40 years later and the war is fading into memory. But not for the cold war warrior. From the same woods into which he'd disappeared, he returns. Still ready. Still armed for the fight, though his enemies have long since opened bars and taken on jobs as porters in cheap hotels. Their children, grown, unwary, peaceful.

He is not alone. Dotted about the cities of Russia and America, the cold war warriors are waiting. Ever vigilant. Ever ready to spin into action against the greatest of enemies.

I propose a special medal. An award of bravery and stubbornness, blindness and stupidity. I nominate Urbane Guerilla for the Cold War Warrior Award 2008. Who do you nominate?

06-11-2008, 05:52 AM	#1
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	Cold War Warrior Award 2008 A parachute descends somewhere in the Eastern Bloc, circa 1970. A man, bundled up in jump gear cuts cords and disentangles the chute before vanishing into a nearby woods. Falling snow covers his prints within a few minutes. His mission, so secret he barely understands it himself, sends him deep underground. His contacts, so secret their families have long since buried their memories, welcome him with a few sharp words and small bundle of papers. How long will he be in the Great Bear's lair? Who knows......but he is prepared for a long stay. Almost 40 years later and the war is fading into memory. But not for the cold war warrior. From the same woods into which he'd disappeared, he returns. Still ready. Still armed for the fight, though his enemies have long since opened bars and taken on jobs as porters in cheap hotels. Their children, grown, unwary, peaceful. He is not alone. Dotted about the cities of Russia and America, the cold war warriors are waiting. Ever vigilant. Ever ready to spin into action against the greatest of enemies. I propose a special medal. An award of bravery and stubbornness, blindness and stupidity. I nominate Urbane Guerilla for the Cold War Warrior Award 2008. Who do you nominate?