For centuries since the rise of the Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt and the Roman Republic, men have a desire to explore and conquer. They have a lust to discovering the unknown, either for the good of other individuals or for their own personal glory. I don’t want to consider myself as such a man, as I have no desire for adventure. I am merely an officer, but I was given orders and I have a duty to follow those orders, no matter if I like it or not, it is just the way things are.
My name is Francis Peter Greene, also known as Frank to my close friends and family. I am a captain in the Navy of the Commonwealth of Australia and New Zealand, and I am currently in command of a submarine named the George Bush. I wanted to write my first entry in this journal to explain as why I am going to use it. The Commonwealth government in Jervis Bay have selected me for an important global reconnaissance mission. My mission is to travel around the world to determine what has happened to the rest of civilization since the Nuclear War of 1983, and to see if there are some sort of nation-states or survivor communities.
I highly doubt that anyone in the Northern Hemisphere could’ve survived the hellish war that occured back in the autumn of 1983. I expect to see very little survivor communities, and if I do find some, I expect them to live like the Escomoes in this stories that my mum used to tell me and my brother and sisters. However, I wouldn’t be surprised to see some Russians since they are used to living in extremely freezing environments. Maybe the Scandinavians as well, but I once again state that I doubt that I would find very much.
I do think that this mission that I am undertaking could bring closure to my mother. My mother was born in the United States. She would frequently travel to New Zealand, finding the place to be beautiful. It is where she met my father. She had moved to Auckland by the time hell broke loose. She was left devastated and she always wanted to know what had happened to her brother, a soldier in the United States Air Force as well as her sisters. I highly doubt that they would’ve survived the apocalypse of 1983, but I my mother continues to hold some hope that they survived. I find that to be tragic, as false hope is a individual’s worst enemy.
I had set sail last week, amidst large celebrations in Auckland. George Bush, with whom my vessel is named for, shook my hand personally. I considered it was symbolic, since Bush after all is the last known de facto President of the United States. The Federal Chancellor of the Commonwealth, Anand Satyanand, gave his speech to the crowd and saluted me and my crew. And they we left.583Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxQGb6pxQ4H
We sailed pass Papua New Guinea and through the islands of Indonesia. When my ship passed through Malaysia, we received messages of "Good Luck" from the Malaysian government. The Malaysians attempted a similar expedition two years ago, and no one has heard back from those sailors. Some suggest that they were captured by Barbarians or died as a result of lack of supplies or the extreme cold of the atomic ice age.583Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJt2sabaSY
Our first stop is in Bangkok, where King Bhumibol Adulyadej held a reception in our honour. The King referred to us as the bravest men in the world. I guess that he was right. After all, what are we looking for? I believe that there is little to nothing in the Northern Hemisphere. But who knows, I could be wrong.583Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡklPqdPALmc
