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And you promised that Lindbergh wouldn't pull a Crimson 1 on DC with a cobalt laced bomb.
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A Second Sunrise: Taiwan of 2020 Sent Back to 1911
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Ah, so it was a more conventional warhead, as opposed to a salted weapon.
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Yeah, pretty much.
That's the downside of having nuclear reactors all over the place. It works really well as long as there is oversight and the locals don't try to reverse engineer them into nuclear weapons.
On the bright side, most of the main characters are in an underground bunker, and that should shield them from the blast.
This story is awesome in fact this story and starmaker's the long march got me into making a sufficient velocity account
So thank you ChrisProvidence for making this story and hope you make more awesome stories in the future
So thank you ChrisProvidence for making this story and hope you make more awesome stories in the future
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So, Chapter 100 is finally getting there.
You wouldn't believe how hard it is to smuggle multiple nuclear devices into Washington DC and detonate them.
In-story.
The logistics checks out, and I'm only now realizing that it was probably a terrible a idea to have a bunch of nuclear reactors lying around that people'll try to turn into nuclear weapons.
You wouldn't believe how hard it is to smuggle multiple nuclear devices into Washington DC and detonate them.
In-story.
The logistics checks out, and I'm only now realizing that it was probably a terrible a idea to have a bunch of nuclear reactors lying around that people'll try to turn into nuclear weapons.
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Chapter 100: Endgame
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White House, Washington, District of Columbia, Contested Territory, United States of America, 24 April 1943
"Remind me, why am I the one doing this?" Morgan asked Sam while they looked at the bomb. "Just because I studied nuclear physics doesn't mean I know how to disarm a nuke."
"Yeah, well, you're the closest thing we've got," he told her, before kicking the device. "No offense."
"None taken," she said, before picking up another thermite package and sticking it to the bomb. "It runs in the family."
After all, "the closest thing we've got" was the story of her family for the last thirty years.
Her father Michael quickly rose through the ranks during the Revolution when it turned out he was the closest the 66th Marine Brigade had to a commander. Her mother Akira ended up meeting him because she was the closest they had to a translator on Ishigaki Island. If they weren't the "closest thing we've got" at the time, there's a pretty good chance Morgan wouldn't have been born.
And that was just the immediate family. Her uncle Martin was the closest thing the MIB had to a historical advisor for the MIB, and her aunt Rachel was the closest thing to a sniper they had when they needed to rescue now-former President Wang Jingwei.
Now that I think about it, my aunt Shannon is probably the only one of them that didn't fall under that rule, and she "just" flew a gunship during the Revolution. Somehow, she ended up being the "normal" one.
"That's all the thermite," Daigo announced, breaking her concentration. Morgan turned to see her other friend standing far back as he could in the room. "Think this'll work?"
"It should," Morgan's brother Lin said through their radio. "We had to dig up the blueprints from the archives, but nukes work by slamming one chunk of radioactive material into another. That causes a self-sustaining chain reaction, and that causes an explosion."
"Which is why you're cutting it in half."
"Affirmative," Lin confirmed. "It wouldn't be able to achieve critical mass. It might contaminate the air, though."
"…That's bad, isn't it?"
"Yeah. You guys should get down to the bunker, ASAP."
"No kidding," Daigo agreed, before turning back to Sam and Morgan. "Hey, we done yet?!"
"Thermite's placed!" Morgan shouted, before she and Sam joined him. "So, what do we do next, Lin?"
"Let's see…" her brother stalled. The trio could hear him quickly rustling through his papers. "Okay, next step is to set the charges."
"Anything else?" asked Sam, before looking back at the device. "Or are we good?"
"That should be it," Lin confirmed. "You guys have a bunker or anything airtight you can get into?"
"Yeah, we do. Why?"
"Because breathing enriched uranium will give you cancer, Sam."
Sam looked to his friends, who both nodded slowly. And as the one person who wasn't a medic or a nuclear physicist, he decided to defer to the experts.
"Fair enough."
"Operation Carthage," United States Armed Forces Central Command (Nationalist), Submitted 4 March 1942
SUMMARY
The development of Engineered Nuclear Device (END) is an achievement only possible through the hard work and research of our nuclear scientists. This development, created from reverse-engineering fissile materials from civilian nuclear reactors, gives our side a strategic weapon that can turn the tide against the enemies from within that have betrayed the United States of America.
Should this weapon be deployed, it can be used to annihilate massive troop concentrations, allowing our own forces to regain the initiative or deny the occupation of territory and use of its facilities and resources.
ANALYSIS
While it is far from our place to analyze the overall war effort, it's clear that we are losing. The failure to capture Salt Lake City and Denver, followed by the traitors' counter-offensive in the Rockies and the Fall of Edmonton, effectively cut our own numbers in half. It is for that reason that we recommend that the END be deployed as soon as possible in either of two scenarios.
In the first, ENDs will be deployed against military troop concentrations along the front. This hole in the enemies' ranks, numbers, logistics, and command will allow what remains of our forces to push forward and retake territory to more-defensible positions. This, coupled with the reveal of the END to the world and the ever-present fear that we may have more of them, would provide our side with leverage to negotiate a settlement.
The other, much more reactive, scenario, is that we will use the weapon as a means of scorched earth tactics. In the event of an immediate capture of Washington DC, all ENDs are to be deployed throughout the capital and against traitor population centers (Philadelphia, New York City, Boston, Hartford, Pittsburgh, Detroit, Los Angeles, and Sacramento). In doing so, we will deny the use of the capital to our enemies and send them into such a disarray that they will be unable to Immediately crack down on neo-Loyalist units that have been prepared as part of Operation GENERAL FORREST. While we will likely see defeat, our movement to save the Real America will have time to organize and consolidate.
Skies Above Washington, District of Columbia, 24 April 1943
"Splash three," Colonel Robin Olds, callsign "Devil 1," shouted into the radio, only to hear the beeping of his radar, "Breaking!"
He yanked his plane to the right, dodging another plane by less than a meter, then dove down, pulling up at the last second, right before the missile slammed into the ground.
At least I still have half my missiles and all my squadron.
He'd think more, but he was running on instinct, ducking and flying between buildings, chaff, and shrapnel that filled the midnight DC sky.
The aviator term for this was a "furball," where planes flew around, pursuing and gunning down targets while having other fighters on their tails trying to gun them down. It wasn't ideal, and any pilot worth a damn would rather engage from long-range with missiles, but they didn't have much of an option when the other side could just press the advantage.
"Where the hell did these guys come from?!" Mustang 1 shouted over the radio, "I thought you assholes surrendered!"
"Like hell we will," the voice they now recognized as Spirit 1 spat over the open channel, "Not when you forced our hand! Phantom 1, status!"
"I've got two on my tail- shit! I'm hit! Going down!"
"Splash three!" Finback 1 announced over the radio, "Going for the wingman. Recommend you go for the lead, Devil."
"Roger that, Finback," Olds acknowledged. Gonna have to pay Bush back when this is over. "You heard 'em, Devil. We're cutting the head off the snake!"
"We're coming with you," Mustang 1 chimed in, pulling into formation on his left. "Finback's got it covered."
"Copy,
"Phantom 1, status!" Spirit 1 shouted as Olds chased them over the Chesapeake, "What is the status of the payload?"
Payload? Olds glanced into his rear-view mirror at the crashing Nat. What's he talking about?
"…Armed..." the Nat pilot barely breathed. "It's been an honor, Colonel."
"Interview with Samuel Kimura," Off-Stage: The Xero Podcast, 2003.
KIMURA: My unit, the 542nd, was in the White House bunker when it happened. I remember Morgan set off the thermite charges, and we ran like hell downstairs. The rest of the SOG and the 542nd were down there already, just waiting for us so we could shut the door.
SHINODA: So how'd you know it happened?
KIMURA: Morgan just collapsed when we got inside. I remember teasing her about how she must've run out of battery climbing the Washington Monument, but she did something I'd never seen from her.
SHINODA: What?
KIMURA: She said nothing. Then she looked at me, wide-eyed in horror at what she knew that the rest of us didn't.
SHINODA: The bombing.
KIMURA: Yeah, that's what she told me when the radio went silent. Heh. If it was anyone else, I'd think they were lying. But Morgan was smart enough to study nuclear physics, and I was smart enough to listen to her.
KIMURA: But when the lights went out and all of our electronics went dead, we knew something happened. We didn't know what it was or how they did it, but we were stuck there, under a burning city, waiting until somebody rescued us, or we ran out of food and water.
Skies Above Washington, District of Columbia, 24 April 1943
"Shit, shit!" Major Charles "Chuck" Yeager shouted as he yanked his fighter away from the burning ground and the incoming rounds. "Okay, where are you?"
Sure enough, "Spirit 2" as he knew Rockwell, was flying back around to get another angle on him, with Colonel Olds not too far behind.
The four of them had been going at it for the last twenty minutes over the now-burning ruins of what'd once been Washington DC. Yeager chased after Lindbergh while pursued Olds. At the same time, Olds flew after Rockwell while the latter chased Yeager through the burning ruins.
It was less cat-and-mouse and more dog-eat-dog, and they all had their reasons to fight. Lindbergh and Rockwell needed to lose Unionists if they wanted to hit Philadelphia and NYC, while Olds and Yeager weren't about to let them get away.
Yeager and Olds didn't know what kind of weapon the Nationalists used on DC, but they weren't about to let them use it again. And if that meant going up against the top two enemy aces, then so be it.
"Stand down," Lindbergh commanded through the radio. "You're getting in the way of what needs to be done to save America."
"'What needs to be done?' Olds snarled, before firing another burst at Rockwell. "You probably killed half the damn civil service down there! How the hell does that save America?!"
"You wouldn't understand," Rockwell shot back, firing another burst that just barely missed Yeager's canopy.
It wasn't like any of them had any other options once the nuke fried their electronics. What few missiles they had left couldn't lock on, which left them dogfighting with their guns.
Yeager pulled up again and chased after Lindbergh, who had to dodge another burst of gunfire.
"This could've been peaceful!" Rockwell shouted, "All this blood's on your hands! We wouldn't have to fight them if it wasn't for you!"
Yeager looked in his mirror to see Rockwell settling in, aiming his next burst right at Yeager's cockpit. Further off in the distance was Colonel Olds, readying his own while Rockwell took the bait.
"Now!" Yeager shouted, and Olds pulled the trigger. Rockwell's jet burst into flames, forcing Olds to veer wide to dodge the wreckage
"Your turn!" Olds shouted, so Yeager pulled back around. Sure enough, Lindbergh was right on Olds' tail, "Come and get me, asshole!"
Yeager focused on Lindbergh, who leveled seemed to follow right after Olds. Where Olds had been, Lindbergh flew. Wherever Olds was, Lindbergh would be.
Yeager knew this, so he did the math. And then he fired his last missile. It wasn't designed for this, but Yeager didn't need it to lock on.
Not when it rammed into Lindbergh's fighter, right where he knew the Nationalists' ace would be.
Lindbergh's plane exploded, but that wasn't enough for Yeager.
That bastard'll try to take us with him, if he's still alive.
So chased the airplane down, firing every round he had left at the now-burning wreckage until he knew the man was dead.
Only then did he pull up, barely fifty meters above the ground.
"We did it," Olds spoke first, breathing a deep breath through the radio. "It's over."
"Yeah, we did," Yeager agreed, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "We won."
At least that's what he said while he looked out the window at DC. That was all he needed to know that "Shining City on a Hill" now looked like Hell on Earth.
What had once been great buildings were reduced to ash and rubble. The few buildings still stood now burned almost as brightly as the explosion.
"At least I think we won."
"Remind me, why am I the one doing this?" Morgan asked Sam while they looked at the bomb. "Just because I studied nuclear physics doesn't mean I know how to disarm a nuke."
"Yeah, well, you're the closest thing we've got," he told her, before kicking the device. "No offense."
"None taken," she said, before picking up another thermite package and sticking it to the bomb. "It runs in the family."
After all, "the closest thing we've got" was the story of her family for the last thirty years.
Her father Michael quickly rose through the ranks during the Revolution when it turned out he was the closest the 66th Marine Brigade had to a commander. Her mother Akira ended up meeting him because she was the closest they had to a translator on Ishigaki Island. If they weren't the "closest thing we've got" at the time, there's a pretty good chance Morgan wouldn't have been born.
And that was just the immediate family. Her uncle Martin was the closest thing the MIB had to a historical advisor for the MIB, and her aunt Rachel was the closest thing to a sniper they had when they needed to rescue now-former President Wang Jingwei.
Now that I think about it, my aunt Shannon is probably the only one of them that didn't fall under that rule, and she "just" flew a gunship during the Revolution. Somehow, she ended up being the "normal" one.
"That's all the thermite," Daigo announced, breaking her concentration. Morgan turned to see her other friend standing far back as he could in the room. "Think this'll work?"
"It should," Morgan's brother Lin said through their radio. "We had to dig up the blueprints from the archives, but nukes work by slamming one chunk of radioactive material into another. That causes a self-sustaining chain reaction, and that causes an explosion."
"Which is why you're cutting it in half."
"Affirmative," Lin confirmed. "It wouldn't be able to achieve critical mass. It might contaminate the air, though."
"…That's bad, isn't it?"
"Yeah. You guys should get down to the bunker, ASAP."
"No kidding," Daigo agreed, before turning back to Sam and Morgan. "Hey, we done yet?!"
"Thermite's placed!" Morgan shouted, before she and Sam joined him. "So, what do we do next, Lin?"
"Let's see…" her brother stalled. The trio could hear him quickly rustling through his papers. "Okay, next step is to set the charges."
"Anything else?" asked Sam, before looking back at the device. "Or are we good?"
"That should be it," Lin confirmed. "You guys have a bunker or anything airtight you can get into?"
"Yeah, we do. Why?"
"Because breathing enriched uranium will give you cancer, Sam."
Sam looked to his friends, who both nodded slowly. And as the one person who wasn't a medic or a nuclear physicist, he decided to defer to the experts.
"Fair enough."
"Operation Carthage," United States Armed Forces Central Command (Nationalist), Submitted 4 March 1942
SUMMARY
The development of Engineered Nuclear Device (END) is an achievement only possible through the hard work and research of our nuclear scientists. This development, created from reverse-engineering fissile materials from civilian nuclear reactors, gives our side a strategic weapon that can turn the tide against the enemies from within that have betrayed the United States of America.
Should this weapon be deployed, it can be used to annihilate massive troop concentrations, allowing our own forces to regain the initiative or deny the occupation of territory and use of its facilities and resources.
ANALYSIS
While it is far from our place to analyze the overall war effort, it's clear that we are losing. The failure to capture Salt Lake City and Denver, followed by the traitors' counter-offensive in the Rockies and the Fall of Edmonton, effectively cut our own numbers in half. It is for that reason that we recommend that the END be deployed as soon as possible in either of two scenarios.
In the first, ENDs will be deployed against military troop concentrations along the front. This hole in the enemies' ranks, numbers, logistics, and command will allow what remains of our forces to push forward and retake territory to more-defensible positions. This, coupled with the reveal of the END to the world and the ever-present fear that we may have more of them, would provide our side with leverage to negotiate a settlement.
The other, much more reactive, scenario, is that we will use the weapon as a means of scorched earth tactics. In the event of an immediate capture of Washington DC, all ENDs are to be deployed throughout the capital and against traitor population centers (Philadelphia, New York City, Boston, Hartford, Pittsburgh, Detroit, Los Angeles, and Sacramento). In doing so, we will deny the use of the capital to our enemies and send them into such a disarray that they will be unable to Immediately crack down on neo-Loyalist units that have been prepared as part of Operation GENERAL FORREST. While we will likely see defeat, our movement to save the Real America will have time to organize and consolidate.
Skies Above Washington, District of Columbia, 24 April 1943
"Splash three," Colonel Robin Olds, callsign "Devil 1," shouted into the radio, only to hear the beeping of his radar, "Breaking!"
He yanked his plane to the right, dodging another plane by less than a meter, then dove down, pulling up at the last second, right before the missile slammed into the ground.
At least I still have half my missiles and all my squadron.
He'd think more, but he was running on instinct, ducking and flying between buildings, chaff, and shrapnel that filled the midnight DC sky.
The aviator term for this was a "furball," where planes flew around, pursuing and gunning down targets while having other fighters on their tails trying to gun them down. It wasn't ideal, and any pilot worth a damn would rather engage from long-range with missiles, but they didn't have much of an option when the other side could just press the advantage.
"Where the hell did these guys come from?!" Mustang 1 shouted over the radio, "I thought you assholes surrendered!"
"Like hell we will," the voice they now recognized as Spirit 1 spat over the open channel, "Not when you forced our hand! Phantom 1, status!"
"I've got two on my tail- shit! I'm hit! Going down!"
"Splash three!" Finback 1 announced over the radio, "Going for the wingman. Recommend you go for the lead, Devil."
"Roger that, Finback," Olds acknowledged. Gonna have to pay Bush back when this is over. "You heard 'em, Devil. We're cutting the head off the snake!"
"We're coming with you," Mustang 1 chimed in, pulling into formation on his left. "Finback's got it covered."
"Copy,
"Phantom 1, status!" Spirit 1 shouted as Olds chased them over the Chesapeake, "What is the status of the payload?"
Payload? Olds glanced into his rear-view mirror at the crashing Nat. What's he talking about?
"…Armed..." the Nat pilot barely breathed. "It's been an honor, Colonel."
"Interview with Samuel Kimura," Off-Stage: The Xero Podcast, 2003.
KIMURA: My unit, the 542nd, was in the White House bunker when it happened. I remember Morgan set off the thermite charges, and we ran like hell downstairs. The rest of the SOG and the 542nd were down there already, just waiting for us so we could shut the door.
SHINODA: So how'd you know it happened?
KIMURA: Morgan just collapsed when we got inside. I remember teasing her about how she must've run out of battery climbing the Washington Monument, but she did something I'd never seen from her.
SHINODA: What?
KIMURA: She said nothing. Then she looked at me, wide-eyed in horror at what she knew that the rest of us didn't.
SHINODA: The bombing.
KIMURA: Yeah, that's what she told me when the radio went silent. Heh. If it was anyone else, I'd think they were lying. But Morgan was smart enough to study nuclear physics, and I was smart enough to listen to her.
KIMURA: But when the lights went out and all of our electronics went dead, we knew something happened. We didn't know what it was or how they did it, but we were stuck there, under a burning city, waiting until somebody rescued us, or we ran out of food and water.
Skies Above Washington, District of Columbia, 24 April 1943
"Shit, shit!" Major Charles "Chuck" Yeager shouted as he yanked his fighter away from the burning ground and the incoming rounds. "Okay, where are you?"
Sure enough, "Spirit 2" as he knew Rockwell, was flying back around to get another angle on him, with Colonel Olds not too far behind.
The four of them had been going at it for the last twenty minutes over the now-burning ruins of what'd once been Washington DC. Yeager chased after Lindbergh while pursued Olds. At the same time, Olds flew after Rockwell while the latter chased Yeager through the burning ruins.
It was less cat-and-mouse and more dog-eat-dog, and they all had their reasons to fight. Lindbergh and Rockwell needed to lose Unionists if they wanted to hit Philadelphia and NYC, while Olds and Yeager weren't about to let them get away.
Yeager and Olds didn't know what kind of weapon the Nationalists used on DC, but they weren't about to let them use it again. And if that meant going up against the top two enemy aces, then so be it.
"Stand down," Lindbergh commanded through the radio. "You're getting in the way of what needs to be done to save America."
"'What needs to be done?' Olds snarled, before firing another burst at Rockwell. "You probably killed half the damn civil service down there! How the hell does that save America?!"
"You wouldn't understand," Rockwell shot back, firing another burst that just barely missed Yeager's canopy.
It wasn't like any of them had any other options once the nuke fried their electronics. What few missiles they had left couldn't lock on, which left them dogfighting with their guns.
Yeager pulled up again and chased after Lindbergh, who had to dodge another burst of gunfire.
"This could've been peaceful!" Rockwell shouted, "All this blood's on your hands! We wouldn't have to fight them if it wasn't for you!"
Yeager looked in his mirror to see Rockwell settling in, aiming his next burst right at Yeager's cockpit. Further off in the distance was Colonel Olds, readying his own while Rockwell took the bait.
"Now!" Yeager shouted, and Olds pulled the trigger. Rockwell's jet burst into flames, forcing Olds to veer wide to dodge the wreckage
"Your turn!" Olds shouted, so Yeager pulled back around. Sure enough, Lindbergh was right on Olds' tail, "Come and get me, asshole!"
Yeager focused on Lindbergh, who leveled seemed to follow right after Olds. Where Olds had been, Lindbergh flew. Wherever Olds was, Lindbergh would be.
Yeager knew this, so he did the math. And then he fired his last missile. It wasn't designed for this, but Yeager didn't need it to lock on.
Not when it rammed into Lindbergh's fighter, right where he knew the Nationalists' ace would be.
Lindbergh's plane exploded, but that wasn't enough for Yeager.
That bastard'll try to take us with him, if he's still alive.
So chased the airplane down, firing every round he had left at the now-burning wreckage until he knew the man was dead.
Only then did he pull up, barely fifty meters above the ground.
"We did it," Olds spoke first, breathing a deep breath through the radio. "It's over."
"Yeah, we did," Yeager agreed, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "We won."
At least that's what he said while he looked out the window at DC. That was all he needed to know that "Shining City on a Hill" now looked like Hell on Earth.
What had once been great buildings were reduced to ash and rubble. The few buildings still stood now burned almost as brightly as the explosion.
"At least I think we won."
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Well victory came but at what cost
The nationalists will probably have a mini civil war amongst themselves as I can see MacArthur being disgusted and revolt
The nationalists will probably have a mini civil war amongst themselves as I can see MacArthur being disgusted and revolt
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Yeah, a good chunk of DC might actually be contaminated for a long time, depending on what would happen if you exploded multiple modular molten salt reactors.
Now, these reactors are pretty foolproof, to the point that you'd have to set off a bomb to get around the failsafes.
Like a nuke, for example.
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Chapter 101: Search and Rescue
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Ruins of the White House, Washington, District of Columbia, United States of America, 1 May 1943
"Lawn's the closest I can set you guys down," the pilot announced into Lin's headset. It was that, or shouting over the rotors while he landed. "You three'll have to go in on foot after that. Sorry I couldn't land closer."
"It's all good, Jack," he told his future boss' son. "Jon? Adrian?"
"Ready," said Jon, who checked his HAZMAT suit a third time.
"Let's go," Adrian agreed once they got off. "Think she's down there?"
"It's her last known location." At least that's what Colonel Chiu told me when I asked. That, and asking Dad to come by and visit the 6th Marine Division, now and then. "If she's anywhere, she'll be there."
No idea if she's alive, though.
White House might not've gotten nuked, but the place is nothing more than rubble. Who knows if she has enough food or water.
Hell, for all I know, she's probably suffocated.
Doesn't matter, though. I promised Mom and Dad I'd bring her back, and I will.
I just hope my little sister's still alive.
For now, he'd keep those thoughts in the back of his head while he walked up to the rubble. He liked to think he was in pretty good shape, but the exo made it practically effortless.
"You know, you guys didn't have to come here," he said to his two friends. "Morgan's not your sister."
"Eh, she's the closest I've got at this point," Jon figured. He hadn't been on speaking terms with his family since the bombing. "Plus, it was the only way to keep your wife from joining you."
"Wouldn't want it to affect the baby," Adrian agreed. "She's onto her second trimester now, right?"
"Yup."
"Then all the more reason for her not to be down here. Radiation'll fuck up your kids' genetics, and I have dibs on being a godfather."
"Aw, what the Hell, Adi?"
"You're both the godfathers," Lin told the two of them while they climbed into the ruins. "So, where do you guys want to start?"
The next few hours were spent digging through the rubble that'd once been the White House with the rest of the recovery workers.
By hand.
Because the White House might be a pile of rubble, but it was a pile of rubble full of history, and the Provisional Government didn't take too kindly to the idea of accidentally crushing artifacts with a bulldozer.
It didn't take too long, though. Pretty much everyone here was wearing an exo-suit, and those exos were helping them sort through the rubble.
"Got something!" Jon shouted, before tossing the wooden beam away. "Looks like a door!"
"Jon, it's a building," Adi chided him. "Of course there's going to be- oh."
There wasn't much else he could say when he saw the heavy-metal door at the bottom of the hall.
"Get Lin," Jon quickly told him, before jumping out of the hole, "And get the thermal lances, too!"
The three of them could only watch while the construction crew worked their magic, bringing the thermal lance to cut through the vault door.
Lin quickly pulled the heavy door from its hinges. With the augmented strength of his exo, he'd managed to do it without any hassle.
What it didn't prepare him for, however, was the sight before him.
Because for all of his strength, it wouldn't mean much then there was a Chinese woman on the other side, aiming a shotgun at his chest.
She might've looked tired and almost guant after a week in the bunker, but Lin could see past her borderline delirium and recognize the determined look in her eyes.
"Morgan?" he asked, slowly moving his hands up. Brother or not, he wasn't about to make any sudden movements with a gun in his face. "Is that you?"
"Lin?"
"Jack Kennedy," An Oral History of the Second American Civil War, by Max Brooks, Crown Publishing, (2006).
"I never saw combat," Jack Kennedy tells me while we sit in the Owner's Box at Fenway Park. He might no longer be the owner of the Boston Red Sox, but he's still a regular fixture at the games. "Brass was afraid of another 'George Bush' scenario."
I nod in agreement. While it may sound like a cop-out, declassified records have shown that command had kept prominent men like Kennedy away from the fighting.
"Is that why you threw yourself into search and rescue efforts?"
"You could say that," he says in his usual Massachusetts drawl. "I thought I could make up for it by being more than just a flying ambulance pilot."
"You were one of the first on the scene when the 542nd was pulled out of the rubble. How'd that happen?"
"You know Chen Lin, right?" I nod at the name. Everyone knows the name of the guy who hit over 800 home runs between the MLB and the CPBL. "Back then, he was a prospect my father wanted to recruit for the Sox. He even dragged me out to California, just to meet the guy."
"So how does that tie in to all of this?"
"Because his sister was under the bunker with the 542nd when the nukes detonated." There's a quiet bit of silence in his voice when he said that. "Next thing I know, I'm flying medevac helicopters, and he's in the ruins of the White House, digging out his sister with his bare hands."
"I thought the 542nd was primarily Japanese-American and Korean-American," I pointed out. Kennedy nods to me while batting practice continues on the field. "Did she join up with them?"
"Not exactly," he says quietly, even if it's public knowledge nowadays. "Turns out there was a Chinese SOG team down there with them. Guess who their leader was?"
"Morgan Chen."
"That she was," Kennedy chuckled, with a tired smile on his face. "It worked out in the end. The 542nd and the SOG team were evacuated, Lin got his sister back, and the Red Sox were guaranteed the 1944 Rookie of the Year."
As he spoke, Kennedy's wife Norma just smiled and shook her head.
"You wouldn't know from the look of the place," he tells me. "Most of Washington DC is a memorial, these days. Radiation's gone, but we moved on with our lives. But I still remember that day, when we were still struggling to figure out how to evacuate the nearly-dead members of the 542nd out of the ruins."
"About the Washington Memorial City: An Overview," washingtonmemorialcity.gov.urna, (2024)
For those of you unfamiliar with the Washington Memorial City, here's a quick rundown:
Washington DC was the capital of the United States of America from 1801 to 1943, where it served as a federal district independent of the other states. The 1943 Nuclear Bombing at the end of the Second American Civil War would lead to the destruction of several modular nuclear reactors within the city limits that released a catastrophic amount of nuclear radioactive material. Over two hundred thousand were killed in the explosions and the fallout, while the remaining population was evacuated from the now-uninhabitable city.
The city then became a restricted zone due to the health risks, with a cordon built around the entire District to protect with civilians from the radioactive zones and allow the government to clean up the now-polluted site. The "Washington DC Exclusion Zone" would feature prominently in media such as the video game REMNANT: Shadow of Columbia and the movie Escape from The Zone.
This was be the status quo for over thirty years, outside of the annual memorial service and the occasional team sent to recover artifacts from the National Archives or the Smithsonian and funeral services for former residents on the National Mall.
This all changed at the Bicentennial, when President Edward Kennedy signed the National Memorial Act, which turned the Exclusion Zone into a naitonal park under the joint administration of the Department of Energy and the National Parks Service. It is this act that would lead to the creation of the Washington Memorial City in 1984, when radioactive levels were deemed safe enough for guided tours.
While Washington was still the ceremonial capital of the United States in the post-war era, the still-remaining pockets of radiation the sheer cost of relocating the entire federal government from Columbia, and the formation of the United Republic of North America have prevented its full return
When traveling to the Washington Memorial City, you are encouraged to stay with your guided group throughout the tour. This is done to ensure the safety of all visitors and prevent any encounters with remaining pockets of radiation. While you are more than encouraged to take pictures and ask questions, you are instructed to act respectfully throughout your time in the Memorial City.
While this may just be a trip for you, your family, or your class, please be aware that this city is also the final resting place for over a hundred thousand of its people.
"Lawn's the closest I can set you guys down," the pilot announced into Lin's headset. It was that, or shouting over the rotors while he landed. "You three'll have to go in on foot after that. Sorry I couldn't land closer."
"It's all good, Jack," he told his future boss' son. "Jon? Adrian?"
"Ready," said Jon, who checked his HAZMAT suit a third time.
"Let's go," Adrian agreed once they got off. "Think she's down there?"
"It's her last known location." At least that's what Colonel Chiu told me when I asked. That, and asking Dad to come by and visit the 6th Marine Division, now and then. "If she's anywhere, she'll be there."
No idea if she's alive, though.
White House might not've gotten nuked, but the place is nothing more than rubble. Who knows if she has enough food or water.
Hell, for all I know, she's probably suffocated.
Doesn't matter, though. I promised Mom and Dad I'd bring her back, and I will.
I just hope my little sister's still alive.
For now, he'd keep those thoughts in the back of his head while he walked up to the rubble. He liked to think he was in pretty good shape, but the exo made it practically effortless.
"You know, you guys didn't have to come here," he said to his two friends. "Morgan's not your sister."
"Eh, she's the closest I've got at this point," Jon figured. He hadn't been on speaking terms with his family since the bombing. "Plus, it was the only way to keep your wife from joining you."
"Wouldn't want it to affect the baby," Adrian agreed. "She's onto her second trimester now, right?"
"Yup."
"Then all the more reason for her not to be down here. Radiation'll fuck up your kids' genetics, and I have dibs on being a godfather."
"Aw, what the Hell, Adi?"
"You're both the godfathers," Lin told the two of them while they climbed into the ruins. "So, where do you guys want to start?"
The next few hours were spent digging through the rubble that'd once been the White House with the rest of the recovery workers.
By hand.
Because the White House might be a pile of rubble, but it was a pile of rubble full of history, and the Provisional Government didn't take too kindly to the idea of accidentally crushing artifacts with a bulldozer.
It didn't take too long, though. Pretty much everyone here was wearing an exo-suit, and those exos were helping them sort through the rubble.
"Got something!" Jon shouted, before tossing the wooden beam away. "Looks like a door!"
"Jon, it's a building," Adi chided him. "Of course there's going to be- oh."
There wasn't much else he could say when he saw the heavy-metal door at the bottom of the hall.
"Get Lin," Jon quickly told him, before jumping out of the hole, "And get the thermal lances, too!"
The three of them could only watch while the construction crew worked their magic, bringing the thermal lance to cut through the vault door.
Lin quickly pulled the heavy door from its hinges. With the augmented strength of his exo, he'd managed to do it without any hassle.
What it didn't prepare him for, however, was the sight before him.
Because for all of his strength, it wouldn't mean much then there was a Chinese woman on the other side, aiming a shotgun at his chest.
She might've looked tired and almost guant after a week in the bunker, but Lin could see past her borderline delirium and recognize the determined look in her eyes.
"Morgan?" he asked, slowly moving his hands up. Brother or not, he wasn't about to make any sudden movements with a gun in his face. "Is that you?"
"Lin?"
"Jack Kennedy," An Oral History of the Second American Civil War, by Max Brooks, Crown Publishing, (2006).
"I never saw combat," Jack Kennedy tells me while we sit in the Owner's Box at Fenway Park. He might no longer be the owner of the Boston Red Sox, but he's still a regular fixture at the games. "Brass was afraid of another 'George Bush' scenario."
I nod in agreement. While it may sound like a cop-out, declassified records have shown that command had kept prominent men like Kennedy away from the fighting.
"Is that why you threw yourself into search and rescue efforts?"
"You could say that," he says in his usual Massachusetts drawl. "I thought I could make up for it by being more than just a flying ambulance pilot."
"You were one of the first on the scene when the 542nd was pulled out of the rubble. How'd that happen?"
"You know Chen Lin, right?" I nod at the name. Everyone knows the name of the guy who hit over 800 home runs between the MLB and the CPBL. "Back then, he was a prospect my father wanted to recruit for the Sox. He even dragged me out to California, just to meet the guy."
"So how does that tie in to all of this?"
"Because his sister was under the bunker with the 542nd when the nukes detonated." There's a quiet bit of silence in his voice when he said that. "Next thing I know, I'm flying medevac helicopters, and he's in the ruins of the White House, digging out his sister with his bare hands."
"I thought the 542nd was primarily Japanese-American and Korean-American," I pointed out. Kennedy nods to me while batting practice continues on the field. "Did she join up with them?"
"Not exactly," he says quietly, even if it's public knowledge nowadays. "Turns out there was a Chinese SOG team down there with them. Guess who their leader was?"
"Morgan Chen."
"That she was," Kennedy chuckled, with a tired smile on his face. "It worked out in the end. The 542nd and the SOG team were evacuated, Lin got his sister back, and the Red Sox were guaranteed the 1944 Rookie of the Year."
As he spoke, Kennedy's wife Norma just smiled and shook her head.
"You wouldn't know from the look of the place," he tells me. "Most of Washington DC is a memorial, these days. Radiation's gone, but we moved on with our lives. But I still remember that day, when we were still struggling to figure out how to evacuate the nearly-dead members of the 542nd out of the ruins."
"About the Washington Memorial City: An Overview," washingtonmemorialcity.gov.urna, (2024)
For those of you unfamiliar with the Washington Memorial City, here's a quick rundown:
Washington DC was the capital of the United States of America from 1801 to 1943, where it served as a federal district independent of the other states. The 1943 Nuclear Bombing at the end of the Second American Civil War would lead to the destruction of several modular nuclear reactors within the city limits that released a catastrophic amount of nuclear radioactive material. Over two hundred thousand were killed in the explosions and the fallout, while the remaining population was evacuated from the now-uninhabitable city.
The city then became a restricted zone due to the health risks, with a cordon built around the entire District to protect with civilians from the radioactive zones and allow the government to clean up the now-polluted site. The "Washington DC Exclusion Zone" would feature prominently in media such as the video game REMNANT: Shadow of Columbia and the movie Escape from The Zone.
This was be the status quo for over thirty years, outside of the annual memorial service and the occasional team sent to recover artifacts from the National Archives or the Smithsonian and funeral services for former residents on the National Mall.
This all changed at the Bicentennial, when President Edward Kennedy signed the National Memorial Act, which turned the Exclusion Zone into a naitonal park under the joint administration of the Department of Energy and the National Parks Service. It is this act that would lead to the creation of the Washington Memorial City in 1984, when radioactive levels were deemed safe enough for guided tours.
While Washington was still the ceremonial capital of the United States in the post-war era, the still-remaining pockets of radiation the sheer cost of relocating the entire federal government from Columbia, and the formation of the United Republic of North America have prevented its full return
When traveling to the Washington Memorial City, you are encouraged to stay with your guided group throughout the tour. This is done to ensure the safety of all visitors and prevent any encounters with remaining pockets of radiation. While you are more than encouraged to take pictures and ask questions, you are instructed to act respectfully throughout your time in the Memorial City.
While this may just be a trip for you, your family, or your class, please be aware that this city is also the final resting place for over a hundred thousand of its people.
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Ya know, I hope they still build the Pentagon, right across the river from the exclusion zone. And that the offices of the Secretary of Defense (or War, if they didn't change the title), and the offices of the Joint Chiefs, ALL are located on the side that looks out across the river, on the top floor to get the best 'view', and overlook the remnants of the capital.
As a daily reminder of the price paid so dearly, and to never allow it to happen again.
As a daily reminder of the price paid so dearly, and to never allow it to happen again.
Yes, but as it would be a military base outside the Capitol Wasteland, I'd go with the Citadel instead. (for the Brotherhood of Steel)
Remnant shadow of Columbia is this timelines version of stalker
Also awesome update love seeing your work
Also awesome update love seeing your work
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Fun Fact: Nuclear bombs can't go off if you cut them in half.
This Fun Fact has been brought to you by A Hundred Years' Difference, the book that technically counts as an isekai because I thought it would be funny.
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It's doable, but the problem's going to be that there really isn't a reason to put the DoD headquarters there when DC can't function as a capital.
Pretty sure it'll work as a good fortress/headquarters for the Zone, though.
I'm using this if it gets built.
Thank you!
This Fun Fact has been brought to you by A Hundred Years' Difference, the book that technically counts as an isekai because I thought it would be funny.
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It's doable, but the problem's going to be that there really isn't a reason to put the DoD headquarters there when DC can't function as a capital.
Pretty sure it'll work as a good fortress/headquarters for the Zone, though.
I'm using this if it gets built.
Thank you!
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In hindsight, I kinda realize that the Nationalists fall into the same trap that basically all the previous antagonists of the story (the Qing, Imperial Japan, Tsarist Russia, the Empires of Europe) fell into, where they looked to the past and ended up screwing themselves over by trying to chase after it instead of looking forward.
The only difference is that the Nationalists' idealized past is the Pax Americana of our own timeline, instead of imperial hegemony or colonialism.
That, and Henry Ford constantly complaining about not being able to sell cars because the Asian ones turned out to be higher quality than his. Guy kept trying to tariff Chinese cars into oblivion since Day One, and he's been pissed as hell about it for over three decades.
Think I'll write some sidestory about this. Just need to find some inspiration for a story about a racist car dealer with Nazi sympathies.
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Presidents of the Republic of China
- Sun Yat-sen (KMT-I) (1912-1920)
- Song Jiaoren (KMT-C) (1920-1928)
- Wellington Koo (I) (1928-1932)
- Wang Jingwei (KMT-L) (1932-1940)
- Soong Ching-ling (KMT-L) (1940-1948)
- Lei Chen (KMT-C) (1948-1956)
- Zhou Enlai (KMT-L) (1956-1964)
- Wang Kunlun (KMT-L) (1964-1972)
- Qu Wu (KMT-L) (1972-1980)
- Zhao Ziyang (KMT-C) (1980-1988)
- Jiang Zemin (KMT-L) (1988-1996)
- Zhu Rongji (KMT-L) (1996-2004)
- Chen Shui-bian (KMT-C) (2004-2012)
- Lieu Win-ping (KMT-L) (2012-2020)
- Kwan Wing-shan (KMT-L) (2020-Present)
- Manuel Quezon (Nacionalista) (1920-1932)
- Sergio Osmeña (Nacionalista) (1932-1938)
- Manuel Roxas (Liberal) (1938-1942)
- Carlos Romulo (Liberal) (1942-1950)
- Diosdado Macapagal (Liberal) (1950-1956)
- Ramon Magsaysay (Nacionalista) (1956-1968)
- Manuel Manahan (Progressive) (1968-1974)
- Imelda Romualdez (Nacionalista) (1974-1980)
- Jovita Salonga (Liberal) (1980-1983)
- Benigno Aquino Jr. (Liberal) (1983-1992)
- Rodolfo Quizon (Independent) (1992-1998)
- Raul Roco (Progressive) (1998-2010)
- Kristina Aquino (Liberal) (2010-2016)
- Archimedes Trajano (Progressive) (2016-Present)
- Katsura Taro (Doshi-kai) (1908-1911)
- Ozaki Yukio (Independent) (1911-1920)
- Inukai Tsuyoshi (Minseito) (1920-1925)
- Abe Isoo (Socialist) (1927-1935)
- Ozaki Yei (Minseito) (1935-1942)
- Katayama Tetsu (Socialist) (1942-1948)
- Miki Takeo (Minseito) (1948-1955)
- Shigemitsu Mamoru (Kaishinto) (1955-1958)
- Kawakami Jotaro (Socialist) (1958-1963)
- Suzuki Mozaburo (Socialist) (1963-1969)
- Tsuji Takehisa (Komeito) (1969-1975)
- Iwata Hiroshi (Kaishinto) (1975-1980)
- Den Hideo (Socialist) (1980-1986)
- Kono Yohei (Minseito) (1986-1991)
- Ishida Koshiro (Komeito) (1991-1994)
- Doi Takako (Socialist) (1994-2002)
- Iwata Satoru (Kaishinto) (2002-2012)
- Fukushima Mizuho (Socialist) (2012-2019)
- Sudo Genki (Minseito) (2019-Present)
27. William H. Taft (Republican) (1909-1913)
28. Theodore Roosevelt (Republican) (1913-1921)
29. James M. Cox (Democratic) (1921-1929)
30. Charles Curtis (Republican) (1929-1933)
31. Franklin D. Roosevelt (Democratic (1933-1941)
32. Floyd B. Olson (Farmer-Labor) (1941-1942)
Vacant (Led by United Front Executive Committee) (1942-1945)
33. Smedley D. Butler (Socialist) (1945-1949)
34. Norman Thomas (Socialist) (1949-1953)
35. Lyndon B. Johnson (Democratic) (1953-1961)
36. Earl Warren (Republican) (1961-1965)
37. Dorothy Day (Socialist) (1965-1969)
38. John Diefenbaker (Republican) (1969-1973)
39. Thomas Douglas (Farmer-Labor) (1973-1977)
40. Pierre Trudeau (Democratic) (1977-1981)
41. Arlen Specter (Republican) (1981-1985)
42. Joseph Biden Jr. (Democratic) (1985-1993)
43. Bernard Sanders (Socialist) (1993-1997)
44. William Kristol (Republican) (2001-2005)
45. Hosato Takei (Democratic) (2005-2013)
46. Timothy Walz (Farmer-Labor) (2013-2017)
47. Charlie Baker (Republican) (2017-2021)
48. Kiefer Douglas (Farmer-Labor) (2021-) (As President of the United Republic of North America)
28. Theodore Roosevelt (Republican) (1913-1921)
29. James M. Cox (Democratic) (1921-1929)
30. Charles Curtis (Republican) (1929-1933)
31. Franklin D. Roosevelt (Democratic (1933-1941)
32. Floyd B. Olson (Farmer-Labor) (1941-1942)
Vacant (Led by United Front Executive Committee) (1942-1945)
33. Smedley D. Butler (Socialist) (1945-1949)
34. Norman Thomas (Socialist) (1949-1953)
35. Lyndon B. Johnson (Democratic) (1953-1961)
36. Earl Warren (Republican) (1961-1965)
37. Dorothy Day (Socialist) (1965-1969)
38. John Diefenbaker (Republican) (1969-1973)
39. Thomas Douglas (Farmer-Labor) (1973-1977)
40. Pierre Trudeau (Democratic) (1977-1981)
41. Arlen Specter (Republican) (1981-1985)
42. Joseph Biden Jr. (Democratic) (1985-1993)
43. Bernard Sanders (Socialist) (1993-1997)
44. William Kristol (Republican) (2001-2005)
45. Hosato Takei (Democratic) (2005-2013)
46. Timothy Walz (Farmer-Labor) (2013-2017)
47. Charlie Baker (Republican) (2017-2021)
48. Kiefer Douglas (Farmer-Labor) (2021-) (As President of the United Republic of North America)
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It's a bit surprising that an OTL kleptocrat who owned thousands of shoes and an OTL celebrity entirely uninterested in politics became presidents but the butterfly effect works in strange ways.
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How the hell did Manuel Roxas get a 12 year reign, especially with his business ties and his OTL connection with collaborators that will definitely be used against him ITTL.
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ChrisProvidence
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So I'm mostly writing this down because I'll forget it if I don't.
The secret answer is corruption.
No, seriously, the sheer amount of corruption under the Romualdez Administration destroyed the Nacionalistas as a viable party.
Also because I didn't want the shoe lady to be the only female Filipino president.
The secret answer is corruption.
Good catch. I'll have Romulo succeed him after he gets impeached, and then have Macapagal succeed Romulo.
Now, on to commentary:
It is as chaotic as it looks.
No, seriously, the sheer amount of corruption under the Romualdez Administration destroyed the Nacionalistas as a viable party.
I could probably make a nepotism joke, but I figured having Kris Aquino works as a substitute for her brother, in the sense that she became president instead.
Also because I didn't want the shoe lady to be the only female Filipino president.
Good catch. I'll have Romulo succeed him after he gets impeached, and then have Macapagal succeed Romulo.
Now, on to commentary:
The US Presidency is basically a thunderdome between the Socialists, Farmer-Labor, Republicans, and Democrats, thanks to the two-round system getting implemented after the Second American Civil War.
It is as chaotic as it looks.
Japanese politics is still insane, but you have the left-wing socialists, the liberal Minseito, the Centrist Kaishinto, and the Komeito, who are probably the closest thing to a right-wing party in this Japan.
The Kuomintang is basically three political parties in a trenchcoat, but one of them keeps getting ganged up on by the other two.
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What swept Rodolfo "Dolphy" Quizon into power since he's the only independent president there.
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Turned out to be the right guy in the right place at the right time, despite Ninoy being a pretty good president and Dolphy being one of his more vocal supporters.
Throw in some infighting for who gets to be his successor with some corruption charges, a popular push for the politically-active Dolphy to run as a compromise candidate, and Eddie Cojuanco winning a plurality of the vote in the first round, and Dolphy ends up as the candidate for everyone who doesn't simp for billionaires.
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Smedley Butler and George Takei as presidents is based
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Takei has to be laughing his ass off, if he watched ST, and knew of the crap he went through OTL.
OTOH, just imagining him using that famous "Oh My..." in his presidential role, makes me snicker.
OTOH, just imagining him using that famous "Oh My..." in his presidential role, makes me snicker.
Final question on the Philippine Presidents. What happened to Jovito Salonga as I just noticed his term got cut short by 3 years. I find it unlikely he died of natural causes during his term and I didn't find any egregious accusations of corruptions. (The charge of abusing the Senate post could also easily have been political maneuvering)
ChrisProvidence
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Assassinated. Investigative Committee under an elderly Ramon Magsaysay learns that the order came from Imelda Romualdez, which destroys the Nacionalistas as a viable party.
Ninoy finished Salonga's term and wins reelection.
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Damn...Imelda became President and lasted six years, but then was replaced by Salonga and Aquino? Also, Romulo became president? What's even funnier is Dolphy and Kris became presidents as well! That said, it's sad that Salonga was president for 3 years prior to being replaced by Aquino.
If there had been no changes to the constitution after the arrival of the uptimers, I'm guessing each president served the required 6 years except for the following:
1. Manuel L. Quezon - who served for 12 years
2. Ramon Magsaysay - served 12 years as well
3. Jovita Salonga - served 3 years (probably died in office)
4. Ninoy Aquino - finished Salonga's remaining years before running for President.
Can you also explain why there was a gap between Romulo and Macapagal? The only reason I can think of was something distrupted the Republic to not have any president for 2 years.