...the next step is to devise a strategy for priorities, plans A, B and C. Exit strategies with underground tunnels and stashed gallons of clean water, medical supplies, weapons and that survival handbook from the British Special Services elite forces on how to survive in any condition on planet earth until you get help, for a while, the British are tough.

"Sometimes you get caught with your pants down and sometimes you're ready for whatever gets thrown at you, and that's the best." - Billy says, adding "We should start reading that book over and over again."

And I would like to find "How to Stay Alive in the Maine Woods" which is pretty translatable to many harsh conditions and then a few more on your mind, and emergency plant treatments, etc. Native healing, spiritual ballasts and the power of the mind to keep you alive a little longer than the odds you were given when it started, which is hard to pinpoint. At the time of the crashing wave, 160-mph winds clocked in Kokee, levees waterlogged to the point of finally breaking and bursting and flooding the beyond disaster zone, something so different from man-imposed battle zones? Hard to say, mad at God's lack of prevention techniques, feeling forgotten, forsaken for no reason or many, it doesn't matter when you're only coping mechanism is to wail like a Greek mother at the home your worked for and lost, fearing you can't get it back with your own bare hands, or go into super-shock mother goose mode where you dive right in, fix everything and in the process, make some things worse, but overall, you just did what you had to do and that is all you can expect of yourself in any moment where there is no precedent to prepare you for this moment of catastrophic upheaval in everything you knew and held to be stable and true, constant, reliable or at least took for granted. Gone.

So this next step, the natural stage in evolution of an idea is to take the concept of the crisis camp, adapt and develop the intent and application to different categories of need (destroyed infrastructure, rubble burying bodies alive and the energy drain that causes, plus the makeshift M*A*S*H* units, that, no matter what, always get reported as inadequate.

Why, now, after hurricanes that destroyed more life, limb and property than ever before in history (that we remember in our short-term memory banks), earthquakes that crush capital cities, crash down freeway overpasses, melt man's handiwork into the hungry gaping hunger of the earth, reclaiming the concrete jungle for her first layer of tundra while deep within, the aftershocks keep coming, and that, some believe, is the worst. But how do you qualify a natural disaster? Tornadoes seem capable of Public Enemy # 1 status for their randomness and surprise attacks. Hurricanes dump rain into houses with their roofs  ripped off. Tsunamis rage inland crushing everything in their path, carrying bodies and buildings in a raging torrent of death -- leaving forklifts to raise pieces of bodies from the saturated seams of the city, where the poor always live because there's no safety net there, except their subconscious collective survival gears, tribal combat of the elements and not sure whether to shake a fist at the sky or beg for forgiveness, endure, the meek in line to inherit the earth--once it's all used up by the bold?

We can do better, we can have a system, the 100 person brigade, the levels of response and the team work, toss the hot potato, work with the local NGOs--but it means building local NGOs up everywhere Mr. Gates, Mr. Soros and a third for the holy trinity of charitable    donors, like Oprah, Madonna, Harry Potter's mom or any collection of actor's pooling a million each for a country a week to start building these ways that people can help each other and the help flows thru them.

But I have to run to do a job that is so mind-numbing now I must keep inspired with hope for future purpose, now mustn't I? I know it can be done and how to do it, but need the means to get me there.