Tyler Collins
South Atlanta QZ/ARTCC, GA, US
Upon further review, I probably hit about 110/148, and maybe eighty of those were kills. It doesn't matter, in the long run, but I like to keep facts closer to straight.
Dr. Stamper had a cool-down session with us all yesterday evening. I'd already typed to y'all and given a debrief to a Captain, so it wasn't too bad for me. I won't be sleeping well for a while, but it'll get better.
I spent most of the night thinking over what Dan said about us being selected and stuff, as well as the powers-that-be having such a stiff resistance to our ability. I don't usually jump into those sorts of things but...yesterday I got some evidence.
When we got dispatched to the crash site yesterday, we weren't the closest group in comms range. There was another group--in reinforced motor vehicles, no less--north of Jonesboro, that could have cut across much faster than us to the site. The repeater wasn't out when the crash happened, either, they should have been able to receive instructions. Why weren't they sent instead of us?
More disturbing: the repeater was discovered by the fix-up crew to be in perfect working order, but no one heard us on Thursday night.
Most disturbing: I listened to the comms of Thursday afternoon. The request was made by the QZ's exec, Maj Majai, not by any of the people I know in the radio shack, and he specifically ordered that I go.
"...Leave minimum security behind for the Ar-tick, this plane is top priority. Collins goes, too."
No one else was mentioned by name or their call-sign. Names aren't ever used on radios anyway, for security reasons. So why me, Major?
I'm going to be a lot more wary about things from now on. Stay safe.
