Days are often very similar and repetitive for me, and many others of the Olga Coal Company, though perhaps that's why I like it. There is a certain order and way of doing things about here. I suspect that's thank to the Captain, whom is a very close advisor of mine, I think of him as a sort of mentor to me. I'm lucky he trained me to be a foreman whilst I only applied to be a common miner. In this way, I am luckier than most. It's hard to convince Elsie of that; she complains a lot about how I don't get paid enough. Once she told me she'd rather liver under a tree than for me to go into that hole in the ground ever again. It's hard to tolerate such whimsical ideas- this is real life. I work day after day to keep a roof over her and my childrens' heads. I feel especially lucky today, after waking up from two days of sleep and remembering the past event's I've gone through. It's not everyday you survive colon cancer and then find some of the purest coal you've ever seen..
My days at the mine are quite monotonous. I am constantly gone from the house making sure that everything is going well at the mine To add to the situation my youngest son is a foolish boy who is over his head. He built a rocket! Which of course lead to complete failure. Now I am completely ashamed and have to take responsibility for his actions. I am telling Elsie to set the boy straight, and hopefully she does it soon, or else...
Today my foolish son built a rocket. Of all the stupid things he could have done, if had to be that. And this is not the first o his mishaps. From the time he was born, he has been causing mishaps around this house, inciting gossip on the streets and causing every possible trouble for our family. My son Jim is a far better boy, and I have high hopes for him. Football will lead him to college, and he will go far. But Sonny will stay here forever. His head is full of fluff, and he is a disappointment to our family.
The Alpha III
I am glad that I have reached my position as the leader of the Coalwood mine. I have worked up through the ranks thanks to my relationship with the captain, I have learned of his methodologies and I have begun to implement my own.
I am so dedicated to this mine not because I wanted to impress the Captain but because the mine is my way of life and I should not waste my own life.
I hope I am able to apply these same values to my children so they can continue my legacy.
Everything at work has been just the same as always. Nothing new or different going on. It is just the same old mining every day and sleeping every night. There is news of the Russians sending a satellite into space. I am not exactly sure what to think about it right now. I am just hoping that it doesn't become to big of a deal.
I have taken over the Captain's job position following is long overdue retirement. Needless to say, I'm glad I've been able to fulfill such a high ranking job and I'm proud of myself for making it this far. Jim is a football star, but Sonny continues to fill his head with nonsense science-fiction. I don't see the boys a lot though, so they are not high on my priorities. Instead, I focus on my mines.
Far from Coalwood, Russia has launched some sort of hunk of metal up into space. There could be cameras on it, weapons, for all we know. I can't believe the Russians beat us to a feat such as this. How could they be smarter than us? This declares they are more powerful than us. If that "Sputnik" piece of junk flies over my country, I'll be outraged...
Although I had high hopes for coal mining it has now become more of a burden then just a job. I work from early in the morning and get back late at night, I repeat this endless cycle day in and day out. I don't even have the time to spend even an hour of my day with my kids, its as if they don't have a father. The mines are not only consuming my time, but my life as well.
The Alpha III
It seems as though I am becoming distanced from my sons as my role in the mine increases. I fear I may not be unable to play the essential role of imparting my values on them. At this point, I spend so much time at the mine that it may as well be my only son.
I hear the Russians are advancing in their capabilities in space travel. I don't think they can do it, they simply don't have the resources nor the intelligence.
I am concerned however about their communist propaganda. They don't need rockets to convince the weak minded to support it.
I am now the leader of Coal Wood mines, and I am very proud of that! Although I am excited with my new position, this means I get to see my family less and less. Although my sons are not my first priorities, I must still be a father. I need to start being there especially after today. Sonny thought it would be a good idea to build a rocket. That boy is crazy, I wish he could be more like Jim. He caught the fence on fire with his absurd idea to build a rocket. I need to be at the house more to try and stop more idiotic things like this from happening.
With my new job demanding more and more of me, the less time I spend at home with my family. I feel like I practically live in the mines, or in my office. Work has become my number one priority. I know this displeases Elsie very much so, but I can only say that she is lucky I'm providing for her and our boys so we can all have a good life. I know I should be with the boys more, teaching them life lessons that only a father can give to his son, but maybe the lesson I'm teaching them is to be consistent and resilient at your job. That is what I tell myself, to ease the slight guilt I feel for being absent all the time. I wish I could spend more time with Jim, we have a lot in common and I'm proud of him for his accomplishments in football. I suppose I should try to get to know Sonny more. When he was born, it was hard to accept because I had wanted a girl so badly. Now, it's hard to get to know him and relate to him because he's always got his head stuffed in some book or busy with his own things that I know nothing about.
With the mine demanding so much out of me and Sonny causing all this ruckus I don't even know what to do anymore. My work has been keeping me up late at night, and I feel it may be the cause behind my awful allergies. I also have Sonny to worry about, taking out his mom's rose garden with his so called "Rocket" I don't know what to think of that child anymore. Elise seems to see something in him but whatever it is I can't seem to find it.
I am concerned about my son. I can't understand what he's doing with his life, because he could be so popular if he'd just play football and get his nose out of his books once in the while.
I found him in the backyard staring at the sky yesterday. No wonder the boy has no friends.
No further research on Sonny needed (it's too late to make a man of him). I'll be back to work bright and early in the morning.
Sonny did another stupid thing. With my new job as head of the Coalwood industry, I cannot monitor everything that he does, and Elsie is being far too soft on him. Sometimes (all the time) I wish that Sonny could just act like less of a child and more like a young man. More like Jim, really. I swear, if I hear a word come out of Elsie's mouth about helping Sonny with college, I will be far more than angry. Assistance with any career aside from mining is only for the boys who deserve it. Who are athletic, inclined, responsible, and strong. Case closed, Jim may leave Coalwood for college and career. I do not see this as an option for Sonny.
I saw my son and his group of friends playing near the mine. They were distracting the workers from doing their jobs. I will give him a lecture about how the mine is for work and not for fun
The Alpha III
I think it is preposterous the Soviets can get a satellite in space before we can. What if they have weapons onboard this so called sputnik, we'd have no way to defend ourselves and return fire! Surely the country that improved the Coalwood mine so much can beat the Soviets into space!
Regardless, I have little time to spend worrying about a country that is a whole ocean away. I must return to my work.
Last night one of our support beams blew up under the pressure of the ceiling above. I came in with the rescue team, and found that no one was injured or killed, and that there was minimal damage done. We were very lucky this time, but if we miss calculate the weight of the roof again, we may not be as lucky.
The company has lost about 4 bags of concrete due to recent rains. The concrete was not being used for anything, so there is no need for the company to replace it. Somebody foolishly left it outside without any cover. I will personally make sure that this doesn't happen again.
I am struggling to keep up with my workload as my son is causing problems (including explosions) at home. Most of my work this week has been towards preserving the reputation and good name of my family and the company. I hope to be back on track next week as my wife has talked to my son about his disgraceful disruptions.
Sonny decided to be stupid and try building a rocket with his friends. Apparently he had mentioned this before, according to Elsie, but I must have been to busy to be listening when he mentioned it. Elsie's entire garden fence that she loves so much has been destroyed; I'll let her handle the punishment for Sonny on that one.. I'm surprised he could build a rocket, when the boy can't even put the sprocket chain back on his bike when it falls off. Sometimes I wonder where he's going in life, compared to Jim. I've thought about this before and I'll just find him a comfortable job for him at the mines. Elsie wants him to go to college, but I think that's a waste of good money.
The Alpha III
I can't help but find myself disappointed in my son Homer jr.
He will never live up to his brother's strength nor athletic ability and in our town of mining and high school football he will amount to nothing.
He spends all of his time holed away in his room reading about science-fiction and space. He wants to build rockets when he grows up, a worthless ambition in a mining town. What good would a rocket do for the mine?
The mine is doing... well. Things could be better I suppose. I just work so damn much I think it's hurting my family. But they oughta realize that without me they'd be homeless in a shack. Elsie nags me constantly about working so much, I've just stopped listening. I wish Sonny would start acting more like a man. The band is a place for wimps and sissies and girls. I won't let my son be a girl. Why can't he be more like his brother? Now Jim is someone I can be proud of, football and good grades. Now that's my boy.
Yesterday everyone was gathered around watching for Sputnik. such a stupid thing really. Everyone just sitting staring at the sky waiting for some Russian satellite to pass over the sky. Sonny seemed really interested in it because when I came hoe last night from work he was just sitting there alone looking up at the sky. I don't understand what is wrong with that kid. He is just so fascinated in that Sputnik satellite.
I haven't had any work time of late, for I have been fretting about my son. He is so studious and not at all athletic. He spends his time studying the stars and talking to those stupid friends he brings home. I don't know what they do, but if he doesn't have a girlfriend and he isn't on the football team, he must be doing something wrong. And to think, he shares my name! I feel shamed by the boy.
The Alpha III
I don't understand what all the fuss about the Soviet satellite is. The only way we can show our superiority over the Soviets is to not change our way of life, we should spend less time watching the sky and more time working and contributing to the economy. Only then will we be able to beat the Soviets.
I find that Sonny is one of the worst examples of this, even before Sputnik he spent all of his time holed up in his room reading about space and men from mars rather than playing sports and preparing himself for mining.
Yesterday my idiot son launch a rocket he and his friends built. It ruined Elsie's garden fence. I just don't understand why this kid has to do such stupid things. Why can't he just be like his brother, Jim. He is so athletic and strong and brave. I know that he will get somewhere in life, but Sonny, not so much. All he does is read and build stupid things like that rocket. I don't know what to do anymore.
Every day I wonder why Sonny cant be more like Jim. Academically superior, athletic, motivated, perfect. What a waste to have Sonny originally named after me. Gives me a bad name. I don't see what Elsie sees in him. When has he ever done anything to make me proud? The only thing that seems to get him interested and passionate is about those damn rockets! No one can get over the Sputnik and the Russians! I don't understand the commotion. The people of this town should be focusing on Coal. That's what we do best here, and we should have the time to constantly talk about what the Russians are doing. How idiotic of Sonny to attempt to built a rocket. My reaction may have been different of it had been successful, but instead, Sonny decides to destroy the front fence! How absurd. I also cannot comprehend as to why Elsie was not as furious as I. After all, it was her work.
I do not have the time to worry about this, as my new position has proven demanding.
I did some discipline work in the mines today. I found a couple of men goofing off and working too slowly, and as I care so much about the efficiency and reliability of the company, I immediately corrected them upon discovering their misconduct. I told them their jobs would be at stake, should they misbehave again. While I cannot legally dismiss them, I know I can go to those above me for help with this if necessary. I am quite happy with the results, as the men worked diligently for the rest of the day. I hope to serve as a model for those aspiring to be like me: if you wish to rise in the company and live in a big house with a happily fed family, you must put your foot down and demonstrate the authority you believe yourself capable of. My work is just a contribution to a happy community.
I've been digging through this big block of sandstone. I know there is going to be a huge depot of coal behind it. This coal has to be top quality to be hiding so long for us. Once i get to it, I'll find another place that seems to be hiding a lot of coal.
Recently I have been coughing terribly. I cough all day and all night and I am worried about my lungs! Everyday is so hard working in the mine and I don't know how much more I can take! I feel like I have to hide how I feel all the time and I just want to be ok. I hope that I will feel better soon.
The Alpha III
I am glad the fear of the Soviet satellite has passed, it was simply a waste of valuable time. Worrying about a country across the ocean doesn't dig up coal, hard work and focus digs up coal. Unfortunately I don't think this value will be passed onto Sonny. He has hardly worked in his life, and he is weak, he should have played football like his brother rather than joining the marching band. That would have prepared him for hard work in the mines.
The Alpha III
I'm concerned that my role in the family may be diminished by all the time I have to spend at the mine. At least the other men understand if I have to leave for a football game, but that is the most interest I can show in my boy. All my other time is either spent resting or working in the mine.
I know eventually i will retire, but I have yet to find a person that I could feel comfortable in to lead the mine and continue my legacy. This person certainly isn't Sonny.
As my son, Sonny as we call him, carries on into high school, he keeps pulling further and further from the son I want. I know I shouldn't say this about my own son, but I want an athletic son willing to work in mines like my father, and like my family has for generations. Instead I get an nonathletic kid who thinks he can build rockets! My son Jim is the perfect son, athletic, popular at school, and willing to work in the mines just like his family. I feel that my wife Elsie is not as concerned as I am. She believes he is making reasonable decisions in his life, but I think he'll end up being some kind of clerk working for me,sitting at a typewriter pecking out forms, or writing in a ledger about how many tons got loaded in a day. He can't possibly get any kind of living by making rockets.
These past few months have been full of tension. First, Big Creek was disqualified from the championship, which is an outrage. Jim was even more upset than I was. We hired a lawyer, despite Elsie's dismay, but it didn't work out. Then, in the parade Jim and some of his teammates dressed as soldiers. Sonny played the snare drum, but I didn't bother to watch something as useless as that. After that, I had to lay off some of my men because we're producing more coal than the steel company needs. This caused a whole lot of disrupt and anger, but I did what I had to do to help the business. Finally, I had to go to the doctor, against my wishes, and they found a dime-sized spot of my lung. I can't even comprehend what that means, but apparently it's bad. I'm going to keep working though, I'm not letting a cough stop me from running my business. I have a feeling word will spread quickly of this through the town, though.
The last few months have been more eventful then I care to admit. First, the Big Creek football team was disqualified and was unable to compete in championship. Even though Elsie advised me not to, me and the other football dads hired a lawyer. Despite this, we were still unable to get our boys to compete. Jim was very upset by this, even more so than I am. Not only that, but in a recent x-ray, the doctors discovered a spot on my lungs. Elsie is very worried by it, but I know that I can't stop working. The mines are very important, and I'm not going to leave them unintended because of some silly disease. Lastly, Sonny has been very strange and embarrasing lately. He and some of his friends want to launch a rocket into space! The idea itself is hilarious, which is why I am continually suprised at their persistent efforts. I wish that Sonny would simply accept the fact that he will never be anything greater than a clerk or a miner.
Sonny invited this strange kid named Quentin over from some other town to build rockets. He spent money on some weird chemicals that explode, somehow. Why does he bother with such frivolous things? He's just going to blow up this whole town! Elsie thinks it will lead to a future, but Sonny isn't going anywhere in life except down the street to work in my office. Elsie and Mr. Dubonnet think Coalwood will die soon, but I refuse to believe that. Besides, with the way the U.S.A's space crafts have been going, we aren't reaching the stars anytime soon, unfortunately. It's completely unrealistic to think Sonny will become some sort of space scientist.
The doctor has discovered a spot in my lung, about the size of a quarter, and Elsie will not leave me alone about it. I suppose she thinks she is doing the kind thing, but then, who knows what people like her think. I don't understand it. It's merely allergies, or something of the sort, causing my problems. For many years it has been a tradition for men in my family to be miners, and none of them have encountered troubles with their lungs. Women seem to attribute every problem to the mines, anyway. They want to change everything in this town, this town which does not need fixing.
I always knew Homer Jr. need really fit in, especially not like his brother. Jim has always been the perfect son, out going athletic. On the other hand Homer has always been some what nerdy and reserved. Although he and I share the same name, we are definitely so different. I have always wanted all of my children to go into the mining business, but I'm afraid the only position that would fit Homer in the mining indusrty would be to be a secretary. All of my feelings were kind of solidified when Homer built a Rocket this week, yet failed, meanwhile burning down the fence. why couldn't h just have been like his brother or I?
The Alpha III
I am concerned about the activities my son is now participating in. All it took was that stupid satellite to fly over coaltown to inspire him into building his own rocket. He destroyed Elsie's big beautiful fence with his rocket. Does he understand how much it took to get someone to build that fence? And for what!
Elsie seems unusually proud and optimistic about Sonny, does she understand what Sonny is doing? He's wasting his time, at this rate he'll never amount to anything.
Sonny doesn't know what he wants. He is a reckless teenager who is making a fool out of me and this family. I will not allow it. Jim has too much at stake for Sonny to be gallivanting around with his rocket. And to find out he has been stealing steel? From my own company. I am appalled, and will most definitely be finding out who helped him. I need to stop this madness of so called "rocketry" before it gets out of hand.
Jim and his football team are not allowed to play the next game. I really want to appeal it even though the game has already passed. The reason is because it is the matter of principle. They can't just kick a team out. Elsie keeps on telling me not to, but who cares what she thinks. She doesn't know a thing about football. I have to get justice for the team and the football fathers also.
The Alpha III
I cannot believe that my own son continues to disrespect my commands and launch those stupid rockets. All they do is blow up, none of them are successful. Worse yet, he's using stolen company property to build these rockets.I can't imagine where he's getting the fuel for these rockets, for all I know he's stealing that too.
Even my own wife doesn't seem to understand what Sonny's rockets are doing to our family and the town. If only she'd stop encouraging him and his friends to build these things.
Apparently America's launched a rocket into space, successfully this time. This means the space race is done, though we got second place, after Russia. I woke up to Sonny and all of his strange friend sin the living room staring at that TV. Elsie's also very excited about it. I told them it was wonderful, though I can't bother myself with thoughts about space when I have to keep myself on the ground, worrying about the mines.
I can't believe that my own son continues to disrespect my wishes and orders. All they do is blow up, none of them are successful.This was shown when one of his flew straight into the side of my office building, right in front of the men that came from Ohio to visit, who own our entire company. What's even worse is that I finally took a look at those rockets, and I discovered he's been using stolen company property to build them. The fact that he's being so immature and completely disregards what I've told him makes me incredibly frustrated. The terrible thing is that Elsie will probably completely ignore the urgency that Sonny is using company materials for his rockets, and destroying company property with his launches.
Yesterday that idiot man Mr. Dubonnet came to my house and was arguing with me. That man has some nerve. He comes to my house and starts calling me all sorts of things. I don't really know what he wants, maybe he just wants to start trouble. I think he is jealous of me because I got the Captain's job. I don't know why though because I worked hard for that job and I still do, but if he was captain he would destroy the whole coal mine.
I am so disappointed in my son, Sonny. He has made four different rockets (which have all failed). I found out that he used materials from my mining company. This boy is the biggest failure and I don't understand why he can't just be more like Jim. Eslie thinks building rockets is good more him, but I don't see how. he should follow in my footsteps and work in the mines, that is how he will be successful. He should stop embarrassing himself and be more like jim and myself.
im done! sonny is getting out of hand with his rocket foolishness. today he hit the side of my office with his toy and chipped the wall! I have to do something to make him understand that he can never be a rocket scientist! but how?
Well, the past few weeks have definitely not been in my favor. Just to kick things off Sonny has bee building want to be rockets all the time, which almost always end up failing and exploding. Then the football team couldn't play in the championship game, and of course the law suite was a fail. I knew I should have listened to Elsie, she told me from the beginning that it would fail. Then just to top it all of, my health had been acting up. I really don't want to be a burden to anyone.I just want everything to go well and to keep mining in the business and nothing seems to be working out. In fact its going quite the opposite.
The Alpha III
I have to many things going on that are consuming my time. I have the workers striking every so often and complaining about their wages and I also have the union leader complaining for all of them. I don't know if there is anything that I can do. We are making too much coal than we can sell. The only way we can maintain profit is to layoff workers.
Meanwhile Sonny is out with his friends building rockets that will never work. The closest they ever came to a working one landed right on my doorstep. 'Rocket Boy' becoming the laughing stock of the town is the last thing I need.
Sonny is back at it with his stupid rockets. Now he is getting even more serious with and forming a whole club with his friends. I don't know why he is doing this. What makes it worse is that Elsie is encouraging him to do it. I mean does he even understand what kind of trouble this fool boy could get into. He could blow himself up or his friends. I don't know what to do with him anymore.
Transactions report: due to employee negligence, some extra materials were left out in the rain and I thought it inappropriate for the company to pay for removal so I donated said materials to a worthy cause. I would like to be clear that I have no sympathy for institutions other than our company but these materials were completely ruined by the rain.
I moved a welder, Mr. Bykovski, to working in the mines as a consequence of carelessness and thievery.
I worked a total of 57 hours the week before vacation. Now that I am back I will continue careful supervision.
After Sonny's rocket flew right into my office, I told him he was forbidden to create or launch anymore rockets. I dumped his chemicals in the river. That was such a foolish hobby. Rocket building isn't going to get him into that Cape Canaveral lab, it's going to get him into trouble. I know Elsie didn't approve of this punishment, but there was nothing she could do... Or so I thought. She gathered the support of those six silly school teachers and modified Reverend Lanier's sermon. I've reluctantly allowed Sonny to continue his rocketry, as long as it's on the slack dump I'm letting him use, and he's not using company materials. This way, Coalwood doesn't have to be bothered by his superfluous experimenting.
After church this morning i think i might have been wrong about it all. I dont know what sonny can do with that brain of his but what ever it is i think i should support him. He is intelligent and brave and willing to do something different. So i decided to help him out by giving him scrap metal and finding him a place far away from the town to test out his rockets. maybe he will build one after all. and also it's time he learned to drive, so he can go to the place outside the town to test out his rockets.
I am furious that the Big Creek High School football team is not allowed to play in this season. They are suspended. The craziest part is that people are blaming me, since I sued. I was trying to do what was best for the football players and they made it worse. It is absolutely absurd that they can't play this season. Football is very important to me and I love seeing Jim succeed at it.
On another note, Sonny has launched another rocket and it landed in front of my office. I am very angry at him and decided he can't make any more rockets. Elsie didn't think this was reasonable and persuaded me to let him continue building, but be more careful.
The Alpha III
I simply don't understand what Sonny's motives are for building rockets. Surely he understands that the path I want him to go involves athletics and schooling that prepares him for a career in mining. Jim is following this path exactly and look where he is, the star quarterback of the high school football team. Jim is the example of a perfect son that is setting his life up for success in college and in life.
The boys are at it again with their rockets and explosions, I know I have to influence my son but I must keep order in the mine. After today's service I think it changed My mind on a few things concerning the rockets, there is an open field far from the city so they don't disturb the people of coal wood where the kids can launch their rockets. I'm planning on surprising Sonny with it today, I hope he likes the idea as much as I do.
I have decided to listen to Eslie and let Sonny continue building rockets. There is a place away from the town that won't disturb anyone if he launches any rockets. I think I might have overreacted when his rocket landed in front of my office. I didn't realize how much Eslie cared about Sonnys childish plans, she wants him to leave coalwood. I don't know why she would want him to do that, mining is the way to be successful.
I knew Sonny was being foolish and building those dumb rockets of his. What I didn't know was the he was using material from some of my workers. I will be finding out which of my workers helped my thief of a son build his rockets. All those explosions and racket they make better not affect my workers, because I am ignoring the spot on my lung. I cannot leave the mines, in fact, I won't leave the mines. Not because of Sonny and his stupid rockets, and surely not because of a little spot on my lungs. I won't go like all those other miners did, I am not like the rest of them.
I'm starting to support Sonny in building his rockets. I felt like I was a little to harsh on him before about building rockets, so I decided to help him a bit. I found him a spot where he can launch his rockets so he can't get caught exploding anything. I hope this can bring our relationship closer because I get the feeling that he likes Elsie more than me. And I know it's because she is supportive of Sonny and his rockets. So maybe if I am supportive of him he will like me more. He's also been pretty successful in recent rocket launches.
The Alpha III
You know, I'd be much more supportive of Sonny and his 'rocket boys' if he didn't use property from my mine in his rockets without my permission. Granted I wouldn't have allowed him to use the material if he asked but at least I wouldn't have to scold him now.
I really need to talk to Elsie about her encouraging Sonny and his friends to build rockets. They simply do no good for our family nor the town.
After hearing the reverends sermon I have decided to let up on Sonny. By taking him to the mines I hope to show him a bit more of what I do for a living. I know he is confused as to why I am showing more interest in him recently. I do want him to succeed, and have felt as if I am some sort of villain in my children lives, especially after the whole debacle with Jims football. I hope with this trip to the mines I can talk to Sonny and put our confusing past to rest.
Even though I would always want sonny to go into the mining industry, I have come to realize that its not everyone destiny. IN addition to the fact that the mining industry is quickly deteriorating. Every day I watch more and more people walk away from multiple generations long business. This is a very hard thing for me to admit but Im afraid my life long passion will no longer exist. Im also getting afraid of what sonny and Jim are going to do for the rest of their life. Seeing how Jim got turned down for football scholarship, I'm not sure what he's going to choose as a career path, and seeing how mining os slowly going down the drain, i don't think he will be doing that either.
Today, I took Sonny into the mines, something I haven't even done with Jim. I was hoping it'd be a wake up call for him, to realize that if he really wants to be an engineer, he can be a mining engineer for Coalwood, and he can stay right here. Besides, mining engineering is real, it's useful. Building rockets shouldn't even be an occupation, it's not real science if all you do is blow things up and hope they fly. I'd like for Sonny to be a company man, to follow in my footsteps. Working in the mines is important to me, and I hope Sonny sees how important it is, too. Unfortunately, after our tour of the mines, he told me he still wanted to work with that Dr. von Braun. I can't say I'm not disappointed, I was hoping he'd finally come to his senses. The worst part was when Elsie found out, and threw a fit in front of everyone. I know she doesn't approve, but I hope she at least understands and acknowledges my side of this situation.. I wish she wouldn't worry so much, it causes too many problems.
The Alpha III
The reverend's sermon has really changed my view on Sonny. I still don't see the point in his rockets, but I suppose building them is giving him some skills that he can use later in life. And besides, him building rockets and pouring concrete is better than sitting in his room reading about science fiction.
I can't help but feel remorse for trying to sue the state over the championship football game and ruining it for Jim. In principle it was the right thing to do, but I could have executed it better.
The Alpha III
I have changed my perspective on Sonny's goals and what to do with him after my conversation with reverend Sermon. I usually hope that he is wise though and not destroying Coalwood. I hope that with that in mind we are able to grow as a community and I really want there to be a solid connection between us. This is so we dont suffer when I am older. Our relationship might improve if I take him to the mines to show what I am doing with my life so he understands why I am scared.
- Homer, Sr.
The other day I took Sonny to one of my all time favorite places. The mine. I told him all about the engineering aspect of the industry, and how engineering pays a vital role in the everyday function of the mine. Seeing how Sonny has been interested in becoming an engineer, i thought he would truly enjoy this. Which he did to some degree. I truly just wanted to do something with Sonny that we would both enjoy. I love to mine and Sonny loves to engineer. I was also kind of hoping sonny would see that there actually is something for the mining industry to offer him.
I have taken my youngest son into the mines and encouraged him to become a mining engineer, something he is seriously considering. I think my boy shows serious potential and could do well in the mines in a few years.
I didn't have much work time today, because my sons weren't required to go to school and one of them strayed off. I spent most of the afternoon worrying about him.
He's taking so much of my time, but I can't help but be concerned. I'll be back to work tomorrow.
Last night an earthquake struck, and it made one of our pillars in the mine explode. This pains me for multiple reasons. One, I'm disappointed our calculations and hard work didn't pay off, and the pillar couldn't survive. To me personally, this shows negligence. We need to work harder, so this doesn't happen again.. Also, it means more work and dangers for my men. However dangerous though, I feel obligated to go in with the rescue team to see firsthand what damage has been done. I know that Elsie hates this, I wish I could make her understand that even if it's not my job to go down with the Smoke Eaters, it is my job to supervise everything that happens in the mines, and I take that seriously. Her worrying about my lungs is an extra problem and thought that I don't have the time or energy to address.
I have shown Sonny the mines, and it was a more significant experience than I expected. The mines mean a lot to me, and to show them to Sonny took a lot out of me. I have a fear that either the mines will close or the spot on my lung will become more of an issue. And instead of putting this aside like I have been for awhile now, I have begun to deal with it. And I think a start is to show Sonny what I do, what I really do, not what this town makes up. I chose to bring Sonny instead of Jim because I honestly have begun to see potential in Sonny. I also fear that if Sonny's rocketry gets too out of hand he might leave Coalwood. I don't think Elsie and I could handle that, we would feel so defeated.
The Alpha III
Sonny's rockets and the new mining engineers have given me an idea. If Sonny goes to college he can become a mining engineer and return home to help me in the mine. He would have more chances than I could ever have with my high school education. If only he wasn't so set on working with that german von Braun.
I was hoping Elsie wouldn't see me with Homer in the mine, just when I thought she hadn't seen us she was waiting at the top of the elevator. She was furious. It may take a while to calm her down
The Alpha III
One of Sonny's schoolteachers gave him a book on rocketry. Although everything is applied towards rocketry, he can learn valuable math skills from it that can be applied to working as an engineer in the mines.
He also said that he got lost in the snowstorm and stumbled upon a house in the middle of nowhere.
Unfortunately that house belongs to Geneva Eggers, a person who I have a bit of a history with. Hopefully Sonny doesn't interact with her again, it would be detrimental if he were seen with her.
The company as of now is selling off the company houses to the miners. I am not to tell anyone, and I try to hide the truth from myself, but this can only mean one thing, the mine is going to be closed. I don't know in how long, it may be in a month or 10 years, but the mine will be closed. Worse, the union is going to have a cow over this. Another strike is the last thing I need.
I feel like I'm loosing Sonny still. I'm still trying to get him to become a mining engineer but he is resilliant and he refuses to to agree, he's too into rockets. Elsie isn't helping anything either, she insists that the mine is killing me and that it will kill him too. I want the best for him and mining is the way that he will be successful in life. It's the way that I made it here and how my family made it here. I wish that he would just listen to me and understand that I'm just trying to help him. This is my chance to get him to agree with me and I can't miss this oppertunity. I'll make him understand that I'm just trying to help and that coal mining is the way to go.
It is Homer, reporting on my son....again. I have decided that I am not going to be as hard as him. Don't get me wrong, I want Sonny to work in the mines. It's traditional work, and I want my family to be as traditional as possible. But, as time goes on, I realize that the mine is going to close. It is going to happen soon. I also know that this isn't what Sonny wants to do with his life, so I think that I am going to take a chill pill and sort of support him on his dream to build rockets. I will still suggest the mines on a regular basis, but I will begin to slowly start supporting him and helping him.
Today I brought Sonny to the mine. I really hope and pray that we can keep our lives as the perfect nuclear family. Why does Sonny so badly want to be a rocket engineer? He will never make it in that business and rocket science isn't developed enough to make a career out of it... Those darn rocket boys trying to win the science fair by building "bombs". Our entire community is worried about them other than Elsie, she always has to intrude when it comes to Sonny and his life goals.
I'm sick and tired of my sons experimentation and rocketry. hes messed up my office, used my materials, and even taken company property. but alas, I know on the inside that he will inevitably be better off in the future. jim, although athletic and manly, doesnt have what it takes to be succesful acedemically. I feel bad for being rude to my son, but im not going to apologize. ill just leave materials outside were hell find them, hopefully he forgives me.
Nothing happened today. The machinist started on the power miner today, i told him it takes some getting used to. The coal dust, that is. Speaking of it, I'd like to mention that i feel that some safety regulations should come into play. I have a black spot the size of a dime in my lung, and i don't want this to happen to other workers. Along with this, i moved the rocket boys to a safe place where they can't blow anything up. I hope this all works out, and that we all can have another fantastic day tomorrow.
Today I took Sonny to the mines with me today I tried to convince him to become a mining engineer so that he might continue the family legacy of being a miner. Now all I have to worry about is Elsie and what she might say I know she hates the mines and wants Sonny away from them but it was the mines that gave us this life.
(Non Binary Rockets)
Earlier today, a pillar exploded as a result of an earthquake. I had to rush down to the mine as soon as I could in order to make sure that nobody was hurt and to asses the damage. Luckily, nobody was hurt, and it was only the one pillar. It could have been a lot worse, somebody could have gotten hurt, and I would be to blame for it.
Why couldn't Sonny just want to go into the mine like the rest of my family. All he is doing is making me have to work harder to get him to work in the mine. He wants to build rockets. Rockets! what even is that? I understand he wants to be an engineer. So, a fair compromise would be have him be an engineer in the mine, right? Now Elsie is mad at me. I feel like I am in a battle now. It is just tradition to work in the mine, not build Rockets! And don't even get me started on how the mine will close. It is only going to close if Sonny and kids like him don't go in the mine. The mine needs these kids to be in it not avoiding it.
Today I received an update on an old acquaintance of mine, Geneva Eggers. I hear that she is living in a shack on the outskirts of town. I gave strict orders for my employers to keep her safe, and I would like for this message to serve as a reminder. To whom it may concern: Geneva Eggers is a good person and shall not be bothered by any of the employees of Coalwood.
In other news, the Rocket Boys have done several more launches and seem to be improving, however, I will be sure to keep them out of the way of anyone working on the mine.
Today I received an update on an old acquaintance of mine, Geneva Eggers. Strangely, Sonny met her, and I don't know how I feel about this, due to Geneva's bad reputation. Despite this, there's no doubt that she saved Sonny from hypothermia. She lives in a small shack on the mountain a few miles away. Despite what people may think, Geneva Eggers is a good person and I made sure she wouldn't be bothered by any of the employees of Coalwood. I have a feeling that she saved Sonny sort of as a way to repay me for saving her life so long ago, when she was in the fire as a baby. Regardless, I told Sonny to not share his experience with her with anyone, in case someone perceives it wrongly.
My wife is writing for me.
I was badly injured when down in the mine today. (After the pillar explosion.) I am told I may lose an eye, and the doctor had to put stitches in my head. I am glad there was only one death, and proud of the way my mine held up in the storm.
I won't be back for a while. I only wish Sonny could take care of the family the way I took care of mine when my father got hurt in the mines. I just don't know if he'll think to help, though. He doesn't even like the mine, and besides, Elsie will kill him if he steps foot in there again.
I suppose he will have to find another way to live.
He seemed different than usual when talking to me, although I can't see him so I can't be sure. I wonder what's going on with him. I am too tired to think about it now.
Today I found Sonny in his room studying calculus, which puzzled me, because he told me he didn't get into that class even though he had fought for the school to create it. After further inspection, it was my book, that I had used to teach myself calculus long ago. I didn't give it to him, he took it. I don't know whether to admire him for wanting to learn, or scold him for taking something of mine. Anyways, I don't even know why he needs calculus. He thinks he needs it for his silly rockets. But where calculus would really come in handy would be down in the mines. He told me again today that he doesn't want to be a mining engineer. This disappoints me, it feels like he's not even my son, he's so distant from me. I know this hurts him too, in another way, because he told me tonight how I favor Jim. I focus on Jim more because he's easier to relate to. Many sore subjects were brought up tonight...
I am feeling a little better. My head still throbs a little, and I can't see very well. But I'm so glad I could save other men. I'm also thankful the injuries aren't any worse; my father lost his legs in the mines. My mine has served me well.
Something strange is going on with my wife. She was throwing telephones out the window yesterday, and I don't see why. She's never acted this crazy before, and I sense some tension between her and Sonny as well.
I hope this incident hasn't torn my family apart, but I really don't understand what's happening anymore. I'm going to get some rest.
I'll be back soon enough with any hope.
This evening there was a mine explosion due to the lightning storm. I was worried for my mine, the cost we would have to pay from the explosion, but when I heard that there were men injured and trapped down there, I knew I had to accompany the rescue team down there. I was badly injured from a cable that split, cracking my helmet in two and hitting my head. I am told I may lose an eye, and Doc had to put 12 stitches in my forehead. Unfortunately, Ike Bykovski died tonight, which I know will upset Sonny. Solemnly, I have to admit that I am glad there aren't more deaths than just the one. Ultimately, it could have been a lot worse, and the mine held up well enough considering the situation.
my son met a whore today. He took off his clothes in front of her too, just great! as if sonny needed more reasons to make me worry about him even more. Her name is geneva, I saved her life in a fire. i dont know how or why she chose this path but she has. She has to live far outside the town because of her "profession." we used to friends she and i. we played together when we were young, but now I am disgusted by her. She is a friend to bachelors and married men. and now my son knows her. I dont know how to tell him to stay away from her.
The Alpha III
I can't believe Sonny thinks he can learn calculus, I don't even know why he would want to learn calculus anyway. Sure his rockets may require it, but his friend with the briefcase seems to have the math handled. He could definitely use calculus as a mining engineer, but his time is better used learning that in college, not in high school when he has other things to worry about other than school.
It's taken 3 weeks for Doc to let me go back to the mines, and even then it wasn't advised I start going back to work so quickly. Of course, I couldn't lay around any longer than that, I had to be back in my mine. My right eye is blind and glassed over, and it will probably always stay like that. The stitches are still on my forehead, I'll probably have a scar. But a bad eye wasn't going to keep me at home any longer. Elsie refuses to speak about it, but, then again, I don't want to talk about it either. We've sort of created this strange truce, where we just pretend nothing had ever happened. In fact, we barely talk. The night this all happened, she had ripped my black phones from the walls, and thrown them out into the yard. I had my men come inside and hook them back up, and Elsie didn't say a word. It's not something worth fighting over, neither of us have the energy anymore for needless arguments.
I am feeling a bit better, but still I'm not fit to return to work. I am having a bit of trouble at home, as I struggle to understand what my youngest son is doing. He seems to be teaching himself trigonometry using my old book because he couldn't get into the math class he fought for.
I gave him the proper discipline for taking my book without asking, however, I am proud of him for taking some initiative. He'll make a great mining engineer someday, and keep the family name after my health fails me.
The Alpha III
There was an incident at my mine today. Lightning struck both of the ventilation fans that allow oxygen to travel to the depths of the mine. There was a subsequent explosion that blocked the men in the deepest part of the mine from escaping to fresh air. It took us hours, but my team finally broke through the collapsed section and rescued the men. Unfortunately there was one casualty, the machinist that helped Sonny build his rockets. Unfortunately this is the way that the mine works, every man knows that they will work next to death for the rest of their careers here in Coalwood.
My eye has not healed properly. My eye is most definitely going to be watery and unfocused for the rest of my life. I chose to not get it removed, I wonder if that was the right choice. I guess it doesn't matter, either way. I have to hold my hand over my bad eye to read the newspaper or a magazine, and to watch television. I can't remember the last time our family had supper all together. I get home late, when everyone else has gone to sleep, and I leave before they wake up. I know how strange this might seem to other families, but I've truly dedicated my entire life to the mines, and my family has to come second. At times, I wonder how Sonny and Jim are doing. Jim has hidden in his room for a few years now, but Sonny has just taken to this, in the past few weeks, I don't have time to talk to them, and I really don't know what I'd say, anyways.
The Alpha III
I've Hurt my eye badly in the mine. I was just doing what I felt was the right thing to do, rescue my men and protect my mine. For all I know, if I didn't help, more men than just Ike could have died.
What I have learned from this situation is that, as always, what's supposed to happen in the mine is very different from what actually happens in the mine.
Sonny and his strange "rocket" friends decided to go camping about a week ago. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a good idea, but I've got other things to worry about, such as my mine. I guess they went out there because they'd taken some of my company's phone equipment. Luckily, Mr. Van Dyke has handled it well and the boys have to pay him back for what they took. They went out there digging up scrap iron and Sonny got himself cut pretty bad. When he finally made it to Doc's, Doc told him how, when I got my stitches, I didn't have any pain killer whatsoever. So of course Sonny didn't want any pain killer either. Now he's home and Elsie's hovering over him feverishly. She shouldn't baby him so much.
I haven't had time to properly process the calamity within the mines. It all just happened so fast and I went totally with my instinct. And in the back of my head I could hear Elsies concerned voice telling me not to do whatever I was going to do. It didn't matter. The mines are my life. Those workers are like my family. I would've done even more than I did if it were possible. I am just glad it wasn't any worse than it was.
The Alpha III
The Bump in the mine was quite an incident. It is the natural way of life in the mine however. Everyone that lives in coalwood has accepted the dangers of coal mining and knows they hold hands with death everyday.
Sonny's been reported to have dug up some of the scrap metal the company took out. He was there for over a week until his friends brought him back to coalwood with a freshly severed artery for Doc to patch up. I think it's good for him, makes him strong and manly. Something he needs to work in the mine with me.
The mines have been all that mattered to me, but there has recently been a huge bump in the mines. I am sad about the injures and deaths it caused but I am also sad because the mines collapsed. The mines are apart of me and I am sad that they weren't as safe as I thought. I should have done more to make the mines safer for my workers. It was all so sudden and I am very unhappy with the whole situation.
The Alpha III
My former superior Mr. Van Dyke has been replaced after a union strike. He's been replaced with Mr. Fuller, a man that nobody in Coaltown likes. To be honest he probably doesn't like anyone in coaltown either.
He's heard about Sonny's rockets too, apparently their launchpad is located on the outskirts of Coaltown, still on company property. Unable to accept them as harmless teenagers, Mr. Fuller decided he's going to bulldoze the launch site and destroy the one thing Sonny's done with his life.
So many things have changed within the mines. Mr. Van Dyke is gone first of all. I probably took him for granted because his replacement is terrible. And all this talk about the houses being taken away and rumors about the mines shutting down, it is all so much to handle. Not to mention Sonny and his rockets adding to my stress. I don't understand why he is so obsessed with them. He could have a life here, in Coalwood, working at the mines, with me. But no, he has told me that that is the last thing he would want to do. And it hurt to hear that from my own son. I just need to focus on the mines, the only stability in my life.
A recent storm brought death to the mines once again. The storm took a few fans and let methane seep into the mine, then there was a bump at the face. We lost Ike Bykovski, a good man and a friend of my son's. His death has been hard on Sonny, but I know Sonny is a West Virginian at heart so maybe he'll finally toughen up. Elsie still objects to my going in with the rescue squad, and will likely object even more the next time now that I have been injured working with the squad.
The Alpha III
I don't know how to react. Elsie has just announced she's been squirreling away my money and investing it in the stock market. Apparently she now has enough money to buy a house on the coast, the same one she's been painting all these years, to pay for Sonny's college and even our retirement. These are all good things, but I'm a bit concerned over her not telling me about this. Also, I still want to stay in coaltown and keep my mine company.
I've been experiencing some internal conflict, torn between honoring my company and helping my son. Mr. Fuller got upset after one of Sonny's rockets landed in the field next to Reverend Richard's church. And I have to say, part of myself agrees with him. He's launching on company land, and could have endangered the people of this town. Sonny promised me a long time ago that another rocket would never land in Coalwood. At the same time, I've been giving him company materials, and letting him use Cape Coalwood. Even though I think his rockets are foolish, he's my son and part of me wants to see him happy and successful. I wish he could be successful here in Coalwood, but apparently that's too much for me to ask. Just today I told him he could be running the whole town when he comes back from college, and he told me wild horses couldn't drag him back here. It's disappointing. I've practically built this town, I love this town. What's so wrong with it? Still, I had to let this pass. I convinced Mr. Fuller to let my boy and his friends use the land- let's hope I don't regret it.
The Alpha III
For once, I'm proud of my boy Sonny. I've spent considerably more time with him after Jim left for college. He won the county science fair and progressed onto the state finals. Something Jim never had the honor of doing. It's almost as if Sonny is reliving some of Jim's life.
I guess if it weren't for my subtle encouragements he would've never gotten this far, nor if Mr. Fuller permanently closed down cape coalwood.
A few days ago, Elsie announced to me that she's buying a house in Myrtle Beach.I was so surprised- I didn't believe we had enough money for that, and why would we need a house there anyways? Elsie, who's been handling my paychecks for as long as I can remember, has been investing in the stock market by taking a small bit from my paycheck out each month. She's hired a broker in Bluefield. She's also saved up enough money to pay for Sonny to go to college, for us to have a comfortable retirement. Elsie commented that she could buy two houses, if she wanted to. It's so strange to me, to just be discovering this now. It's like she has another life I don't know about at all, though I wonder if that's my fault, for being at the mines almost all hours of the day. I suggested we wait until retirement, but she insisted we act now, saying I'll work here in Coalwood until I drop, and she simply can't wait that long. I'm worried about what people will think- if she eaves and I stay, but she tells me she doesn't care. This might be a huge rift in our relationship- but Myrtle Beach doesn't sound that bad, and I admire her for wanting to take action and be happy.
Sonny severed an artery out in the woods today. He came fairly close to death. I hope this experience will get him to finally man up and become a true West Virginian. I'm sure that whatever he was doing out there was related to those rockets of his. Maybe It'll also get him to stop building those darn rockets.
I have just had an unsettling experience. I've grown quite used to such happenings, but I will tell of it anyway:
Someone shot at me through the window of my home, where my wife and son were sitting with me. My first thought was to make sure they were not too frightened, although it gave my quote a scare. I'm quite sure it was only Pooky, but still, it worries me to think my family could be hurt because of my political position. I hope the whole union conflict is cleared up soon.
Sonny is going to the national science fair for his rockets. I have to say, I'm proud of the boy for turning the BCMA from a group that launched flashlights into rose garden fences, into what they are now. Their rockets are going higher than a mile. They gained the attention of an Air Force major at the West Virginia State Finals science fair; from what I heard he said they could all work for him when the time comes. I guess this really proves to me that all this time he's been doing something worthwhile. He taught himself everything he knows, including calculus from my old book. It's really an honor, for the high school and the town, to be recognized for something other than sports or mining or something.
The company is making many grave errors. They're selling our houses because some darn fool told them It'd be more efficient. Sure it will be, but it will also make the miners less loyal to the company. They are also cutting salaries and laying off men. It kills me inside to lay off my men that I've trained. Now on top of that they've moved us to working four days a week, but haven't decreased the amount of coal we are expected to produce. I fear this may turn the miners against the company.
The Alpha III
I'm proud of my boy Sonny for winning first prize in the national science fair for propulsion. This is the first time coaltown has done anything academically noteworthy. He took his Rocket Boys from a worthless group launching bombs to a successful group that launches mathematically designed rockets miles into the sky.
At first I didn't think he could seriously join his favorite Wernher von Braun but after seeing the effort he's put in and the knowledge he's gained, he might have a chance.
Sonny won the county science fair and the area science fair with his rockets. I am very proud of him. He is going to be a very successful engineer one day. Unfortunately, I can't let him see that I'm proud of him or he'll think that I don't want him to be a mining engineer. He goes to nationals soon. Coalwood has given him the means to succeed at the fair and he will succeed.
The Alpha III
I'm so proud of my boy. Despite all odds he brought home first prize in propulsion from the National Science Fair. Out of the entire country my boy is nearly the best rocket builder second only to von Braun and NASA.
The crowd that awaited his return at the train station was the largest I have ever seen. Far larger than any crowd that Jim attracted. I even decided to stop by one of his last launches before he heads off to college. The crowd there was even larger, I swear people from all over the state came to see. I even got to set one of the rockets off. I wish I had done that earlier.
The Alpha III
These final chapters focused on explaining exactly what happened to the union strike and how I got my rocket nozzles and casings as well as the final hurrah the BCMA gave to coaltown.
I'm proud of what I accomplished during my teenage years and as I remember the turnout at our last launch, the rest of coaltown thought the same.
I'm glad that all of my friends and fellow members of the BCMA went on to lead good lives with good people.
The Alpha III
Sonny and Jim are both finally off to college.
Sonny proved to me that he can accomplish more than I expected, he proved that against all odds he can bring a mining town to the national stage and not fail. He proved that he was resilient enough to overcome the town's (and my own) suspicions and control his arrogance as he became successful.
I didn't think he could do it, but he's on a path to become a college educated engineer with the ability to do whatever he wants. Something I can only dream of.
Sonny won the National Science Fair, a huge accomplishment. Today, the BCMA had their last rocket launching. I had gone to work like it was a normal day, except I knew it wasn't from the hundreds of cars that were swarming the Coalwood streets. People had driven to our little mining town from all over the county, to see my boy and his friends launch rockets. I realized that I had never been to a launching, and this was the last one, forever... Sonny and his friends let me light the fuse. Watching that rocket fly five miles into the air was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. I was surprised at how much happiness it brought me, to see Sonny, to see his rockets and all he had done. Mostly, I'm glad that I had a part, albeit very small, in Sonny's success. I know this was not the future I had wanted for Sonny at all, but he's truly thriving, and I guess that's all I can ask for.
The Alpha III
Today was the "Big Creek Missile Agency's" last launch. This was the first time I'd ever seen one of Sonny's rockets in person. I've always just heard them or seen them way off in the distance.
What an experience to see them fly though. The idea of something flying miles into the sky is just unbelievable to me and yet Sonny's been doing it for these past couple years. I even got to ignite the final, largest rocket, flipping the switch is an even better feeling than just watching the rocket fly into the air.
I wish I had done this sooner.
Sonny has just graduated from high school. This has caused me to reflect on our time together, which I admit was not often. It sort of pains me, knowing that I never bonded with him. I can't take it back now, though. This is what a father is for, to be a strong figure for a son to look up to and learn from. Nothing more than that. But now that Sonny's leaving, I realize how special he was. He was terrible at football, had no interest in the mines, but he made a world for himself in the midst of a place where he stood out, and he did it successfully. In this sense, I'm proud of him. He's truly proven to me again and again that even though he wasn't the perfect son I was looking for, he's still a good son and a good person. Maybe I should regret treating him in what could be perceived as a cold manner, but I like to think that I had some sort of positive influence on him. I helped him in my own way, by giving him materials and Cape Coalwood. It's painful for me, to see neither of my sons pursue the job I have such a passion for, but Sonny, and Jim, are doing what they love, just like what I chose to do.
The Alpha III
Because I had to concede to the labor union's demands, I agreed to continue work at the Coalwood mine. I worked until the other workers determined I was unfit to go into the mine and even then I still worked as a consultant for another five years. Finally though I left my beloved mine to live in Myrtle Beach with Elsie. It's a more peaceful life here, I no longer have to wake up early in the morning only to go to sleep late and I no longer have a responsibility to any of the workers.
The Alpha III
Elsie just told me that my beloved mine in Coaltown has been shutdown. The water pumps are to stop and the ventilation systems I worked so hard on throughout my career are to be stopped as well. All equipment that is currently inside is to be left inside, effectively burying any memory of the mine and its workers.
Already I can feel my breaths becoming less frequent. The end is near.