B. J. Jones the Story of My Life Book 3
Copyright© 2021 by jballs
Chapter 61
I finished the day out in the sand, surf and sun with my mates and the kids. There were no updates from any agency, I looked after supper before we went to sit around the bonfire on the beach.
The kids quickly went to sleep after showers and baths. Them drifting off early allowed my mates and I to have some adult fun for a couple hours. The night was good for my mates and it was late before they snuck back to their own beds.
We had been aggressive and gotten carried away, I had two hickeys that I was going to be able to hide with a tee shirt. We would have to be more careful.
Thursday morning was mass update day on nearly everything. We started with the house. Contractors had succeeded in digging and pouring he extra footer around house to support the weight of all the steel plating the Secret Service was going to wrap around it.
The plating was being installed starting today. The bullet resistant windows were being installed as the steel went up. Ther new concrete siding was being used to cover the steel. I wondered how they were going to fasten siding to one-inch-thick armor?
There had been a debate on what they were going to do about the garage that faced the highway. It was decided to build a concrete wall two foot thick and twelve feet tall and cover both sides with field stone at the property line near the highway.
This was to replace the armored fence they had just built a few months ago. My house was going to look like a castle with that wall. I wondered if they were planning on a moat to complete the look? I surely wasn’t going to ask to give them any ideas.
I wondered if there was some place that sold replica knights armor, I would buy a couple and put one on each corner next to the highway. I decided to send someone on a mission to find some before the wall was completed. I would have the contractor put a corner tower in each corner. That would be the talk of the community pretty fast.
The concrete would be reinforced with I beam steel. So much for having a view of the highway and the area on the other side of the highway. We weren’t happy but given the number of threats I saw no way around it other than staying in the White House full time and I did not want that to even be discussed.
The troop level in California was now down to pre riot levels. All the troops from other states were now home. Camp parks were one quarter of its original size.
Four hundred low- income developments some with as many as five hundred units had been built. There were another one thousand going through the expedited approval process. Families and those that had found jobs were given first pick of the units.
The next update was from NNSB, the Missouri cleaning and painting would be completed within thirty days. Tugs had already been contracted to tow her to Annapolis, the spot by Naval Academy was ready. They were doing all kinds of special treatments and paints to the hull so it could be decades before she would have to be pulled out for drydocking and cleaning again.
I needed to take the family on a trip to Camden, New Jersey to look at the New Jersey battleship. There was a guy there that was an expert on the Iowa class battleships. I had questions before the Missouri was put in place.
The next update was on the Dover Air base closing in the Base Reduction Act passed by congress last year. The Department of Defense had accepted the offer I had made and the GSA had added its approval.
The paper work was going to be sent to the congressional arm services committees tomorrow and therefore public. Tomorrow’s press conference was going to be a humdinger for sure.
The city of Dover was going to be livid they were already discussing all kinds of plans. They wanted to make all the base housing there more low-income housing. They were in discussions with developers to turn much of the open areas facing the marsh and Delaware bay into very high-priced condos; the kind that paid very high property taxes.
The Hawaii mess was coming to a close. The courts had shut down all the colleges and research groups wanting to go dig up the bodies for research. The justice department had argued that doing so was ghoulish and would cause unnecessary grief for the survivors and their families.
There was simply no reason to be doing this at this time or as long as there were any survivors alive. The judge agreed and locked down any research on the island for one hundred years to insure all the survivors had passed on.
The survivors from the Hawaii volcano were slowly being disbursed to different states as housing and jobs were found. It was a slow process but there were only a few of the FEMA camps left open. There were a few problems the lawyers and helpful media saw to that.
The recovery of artifacts from the Arizona was continuing; the remains of the ship was in worse shape than the underwater surveys had shown and the tons of ash had not helped. The ash was being sucked off and strained for anything that could go in the museum that was going to be built on the naval academy grounds.
Everything recovered was being handled and preserved by the experts. Uniforms, plates, cutlery, cups coins and hundreds of other items had been collected. Some human remains had been found of course now it was just piles of bones or a few bones.
They were being sent to the lab that was now at California for possible identification. The military still had a goal to identify as many remains of WW2 fighters as possible. It was a task that got harder every day with many of the relatives passing away making DNA for comparison nearly impossible to get in some cases.
I finished up my updates in time to eat a hot breakfast with my mates and kids. The kids were disappointed because Lisa and Miss Amanda were holding class. Amanda Rubin was a certified private home school teacher that Lisa insisted we hire to help educate our children.
Our six children and Jakes twins were going to be privately home schooled, Lisa was still insisting they were going to be genius level.