The controller at RAF fylingdales cursed to himself as the end of his custard cream dropped into his mug of tea with a satisfying plop. He burnt his finger as he immediately tried to retrieve it, then surrendered to fate and took a gulp of the steaming hot tea, complete with melted biscuit and cream. He winced and put the mug down, slowly rubbing his throbbing finger.
Suddenly a red warning light flashed on the digital map on his wall, quickly followed by a verbal 'Launch detected' warning from the speaker. He stood and took a step back, his heart beating heavily. Flight Lieutenant Stanton, his watch commander burst into the room "What now?" He called, awaking the controller from his fear induced dream "Multiple launch sir!" He called.
"Get a fix!" Cried Stanton, quickly running to his workstation and picking up the red receiver. "This is fylingdales early warning, We have numerous probable missile launches from..." He looked at the controller as he tried to work out the references "Sir, there are too many, its definitely old Ivan though!" Stanton looked down.
"...Warsaw pact territory!" He contined on the phone. "Suggest Bikini Red, and alert the prime minister. This is NOT a drill!" He turned to another controller. "Have you got the possible targets yet?" He called, waiting for response on the phone. "Only on the first seven, probable targets identified as, Newcastle, Sheffield, Glasgow, Cardiff, Catterick, Conningsby and London, sir... more are coming through though, this is it.... first strike, and they've gone for a decapitation!" He said, still fixed to his monitor. "We're not the only ones, looks like missiles heading for targets in West europe and North America. Its definately a biggie!" Stanton swallowed hard as a response on his phone switched him back to life... ..."This is the commander of home defence, is this limited, i say again, is this a limited strike?" Asked his shadow on the other end of the call. Stanton looked around at the men in the room. "Negative sir, this is a Full-scale first strike!"...
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I remember Rotterdam well, it was only two weeks before the Nuclear Exchange, and the war was barely 24 hours old. I sat behind the barricade as an Officer ran back and forward from the first to second positions, carrying ammunition and water to and fro. The GPMG was on the floor looking out between two cars and the Charlie G was set up above of all things a sex shop.
In a brief respite i took this photo.

The gun was running low relatively low on ammunition, and some bastard had dropped the spare barrels when we'd ran from Germany. We were having to douse it with water from our already depleted personal water bottles. They kept a Clansman Radio next to the guns, as he was the only person thought to be stationary... how wrong they were. We were set up next to the unopened Maritime Museum, we'd set up a barricade, I cant seem to find a picture of the first one we set up with a derailed tram, but here is one we made with cars and concrete blocks...

The Lieutenant that commanded us at the Museum in Rotterdam wrote a kind of diary report about it when we were on the boat coming back to blighty. You can find it here Forums.1985-mod.com
Oh, you asked what its life is like since the Exchange?

well this is our Billet. It is dug sem-underground on the left perimter of Fort Jericho. When i took this photo the platoon was stagging on, and i ran in to grab something. I thought it might be a good reference shot for you to see. Its very military for obvious reasons. This particular room belongs to the Recce platoon. They were the only Bastards to have a window. Lucky sods. Mind you they suffer when we get mortared, but shit happens i Guess. Through the door to the front are the ablutions and the Highbury trenchline, and a door to my left rear leads out to the trenchline at White Hart Lane.
The Armourer Sergeant asked me to send you these photos, said you'd requested them a few weeks ago.

Ahh, the L7 GPMG. What a wonderful piece of kit. A range of over 2km when on its tripod. 7.62mm of steel jacketed death. A gunner carries one of these, and some other poor sod will carry spare ammunition and barrels. We have 6 of these at Jericho. 3 are always out on the perimeter, while one is ready for patrols that might be going out and the others in reserve.

This little Beauty is the L96. This has only recently been introduced to replace the enfield Sniper Rifle. I've yet to experience using this thing in action, but the guys from recce claim you can get a good kill at over a K. It even has its own ammunition, green spot they call it (I think its basically the cream of that particular ammunition batch.) I'd like to take one out when i get a chance.
Well I better be off, stag starts in half an hour.
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Have you got a release date planned yet Hendrix or is it still all hush hush?
Still very hush hush at the moment mate. Trust me, we're working flat out here. I know its been a long time incoming, but we're commited to give youa better gaming experience rather than just releasing to get the mod out. The whole team is working very hard.
Yeah course i didnt mean it in a frustrated way, :D
i know mate, :-) have you registered on the forums.1985-mod.com there are loads more short stories and such to get your teeth into, we're almost constantly on there, so if you have any questions, we can answer them easier!
Is this based on the book 1985?
By any chance, do you mean 1984 here...? As I'm yet to come across a book called 1985. =P
no mate. It uses inspiration from a few books and films about the said period, but ive never heard of a book called 1985? All the storyline to the mod is written in-house.
Reading the first part of the story line got my watch.
Ta muchly :-)
still, it makes a good universe to set a mod!