Keith&Co.
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Several years ago, a new high-ranking officer transferred into the command which oversees the nuclear weapons program for the Navy. He immediately scheduled visits to the biggest contractors to learn, from the horsies' mouths, exactly what each contributes to the program.
I was tasked to prepare and deliver a large presentation on what's called The Fire Control Problem... This refers to all the issues which must be calculated by the Fire Control System to accurately deliver a nuclear warhead onto the heads of the bad guys. Earth's rotation, Earth's rotation discrepancies, ship's motion, wear and tear on the guidance system, the time of day, weather over the targets, ship's position, depth... It's a long list.
I think i did a not-too-bad job. Then they changed the date of the presentation to when my eye surgery was scheduled. So someone else gave it to the Commodore. He put his name all over this thing. Which was fine, it's easier than explaining the matter to the officer. If Tom wrote it, but Dick is in front of you, then any mention of Tom is just a distraction. And he won't remember Dick's name for long.
Anyway, they're gearing up again to give this presentation. The guy who gave it before, he's gone on to a different company. So they're looking for someone who can learn the content and give the presentation... Like, you know, _I_ was going to do years ago.
Ten people suggested my name. Near as I can tell, not a single one of them remembers that I wrote this thing originally. Because of the ten suggestifiers, four of them have contacted me to make sure i understand the original intention of the presentation. Two of them sat through Dan's delivery...
Of my presentation. So they KNOW what i need to learn about missile accuracy and guidance correction coefficients and how to calculate 100 arc seconds of accumulated error and its affect on missile accuracy.
But, like dealing with officers, i don't try to explain facts to them. That will take time and, I know, NOT prevent them from telling me whatever they were going to say, anyway. It'll just take longer as they preface each fucking sentence with 'Well, i just wanted to make sure...'
I just keep nodding my head and pretending to take notes on what they're telling me about what I need to know about this lecture. And then hide my notebook before anyone sees the doodles of the hangman's noose, the bloody axe, the guillotine... The word 'Stupid' in steely block letters with rivets...
I was tasked to prepare and deliver a large presentation on what's called The Fire Control Problem... This refers to all the issues which must be calculated by the Fire Control System to accurately deliver a nuclear warhead onto the heads of the bad guys. Earth's rotation, Earth's rotation discrepancies, ship's motion, wear and tear on the guidance system, the time of day, weather over the targets, ship's position, depth... It's a long list.
I think i did a not-too-bad job. Then they changed the date of the presentation to when my eye surgery was scheduled. So someone else gave it to the Commodore. He put his name all over this thing. Which was fine, it's easier than explaining the matter to the officer. If Tom wrote it, but Dick is in front of you, then any mention of Tom is just a distraction. And he won't remember Dick's name for long.
Anyway, they're gearing up again to give this presentation. The guy who gave it before, he's gone on to a different company. So they're looking for someone who can learn the content and give the presentation... Like, you know, _I_ was going to do years ago.
Ten people suggested my name. Near as I can tell, not a single one of them remembers that I wrote this thing originally. Because of the ten suggestifiers, four of them have contacted me to make sure i understand the original intention of the presentation. Two of them sat through Dan's delivery...
Of my presentation. So they KNOW what i need to learn about missile accuracy and guidance correction coefficients and how to calculate 100 arc seconds of accumulated error and its affect on missile accuracy.
But, like dealing with officers, i don't try to explain facts to them. That will take time and, I know, NOT prevent them from telling me whatever they were going to say, anyway. It'll just take longer as they preface each fucking sentence with 'Well, i just wanted to make sure...'
I just keep nodding my head and pretending to take notes on what they're telling me about what I need to know about this lecture. And then hide my notebook before anyone sees the doodles of the hangman's noose, the bloody axe, the guillotine... The word 'Stupid' in steely block letters with rivets...