News reporters from WNGT watched wars go on from the safety of adjacent dimensions.

Cargan Grair started with WNGT in 1905when it was still NWGT.  But when he retired in 2005 he had seen more combat than any man alive on the face of the earth. 

Cargan’s first assignment as a reporter/watcher was to cover the Russo-Japanese War.  He transported to Manchuria in early March of 1905 to the Battle of Mukden where the Japanese were outmaneuvering the Russians to force General Kuropatkin to withdraw his forces on March 10 to the north.  This was a good indicator to the man that it looked like the Japanese had the upper hand in the war. 

The Battle of Tsushima in the Tsushima Straits from May 27 to 28 literally saznk the hopes of the Russians of ever winning the war as most of the fleet was sunk off of Japan.  The humiliating defeat set the stage for the ill-fated 1905 revolution against the Czar which culminated in the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution; both covered by Cargan.   

The first time Cargan fully realized how safe he and his TV crew were in the adjacent dimension to this one was when a shell exploded where he stood and he found himself floating above the crater the shell produced since in his dimension he was on solid ground. 

He was able to watch the Battle of Tsushima in the midst of the straits about 300 feet above the sea.  This was a great vantage point.  The smoke from the ships’ stacks didn’t bother the crew since no one felt it or smelled it when it passed through them.  Since Cargan believed the Russian fleet was doomed, he and the crew decided to transport down to the deck of the Battleship Mikasa and stabilize close to this dimension yet feel like they were on the ship.  Sailors ran through the men and the explosions of powder in the big guns was nearly deafening.  But all the crew needed to do was block out most of the sound electronically. 

Cargan and the crew even reported on the peace treaty signing in Portsmouth, New Hampshire with Teddy Roosevelt preciding.  The Russians were embarrassed and the Japanese were so proud that they had defeated the great Russian Navy and gained respect in the eyes of the Czar.  Just not enough to force him to leave Saint Petersburg and attend the ceremonies. 

From the Balkans, to North Africa, to Mexico, to China, wherever there was conflict or potential conflict, Cargan and his crew would be there covering the action or lack of action.  There was one time in Belgrade in 1913 during the First Balkan War when an incident happened in a restaurant.  The crew decided to shift to this dimension and leave their equipment safely in the adjacent dimension as they ate.  A beautiful Gypsy woman approached the men at their table as the violinist was playing a melody Kodaly would someday orchestrate. 

“I perceive that you gentlemen are Americans,” she proclaimed. 

“How could you tell that?” Cargan asked. 

“You spend freely like Americans do.  Since you are so loose with the purse, maybe you could drop some coins my way.”

“We’ll see about that,” the watcher said.  “Are you a fortune teller like so many of your kind let on to the public that they are?”

“I can tell your fortune, sing, dance, take you back to my place to introduce you to some of my friends who could use some of the coins you drop their way.”

“We figured that.  Was there anything else that drew you to our table?” Cargan asked.

“I perceive that you too have special gifts.  The images I receive from your minds are strong because I know you too can read minds as I can.  And you have communicated with the dead.”

“Look, lady, we’re trying to eat here,” said the cameraman.  “Tell us something we don’t know.”

“I perceive you have the ability to walk through battlefields and never be harmed by bullets and shells.  You are as ghosts to everyone there.”

“This is getting old, lady,” said the cameraman a bit more disgusted. 

“May I read one of your palms?” she requested.  The sound-man laid out his hand for her to read.

The woman stared at his palm and became wide-eyed with amazement.

“You will never die.  I have never seen a hand with a lifeline that extends off of the hand and continues beyond the aura.  You are indeed blessed.  Could I look at all of your hands?”

The men laid both of their hands down for her to read.  She was utterly amazed. 

“You men are not of this world.  I see lines that don’t exist on the hands of others or the lines that are there continue beyond the hand.  I thought such a thing was impossible.  What type of men are you or are you angels or demons?”

“I know I’m no angel,” said the cameraman.  “If you can read minds, you know exactly what I’m thinking.”

She blushed a little and said, “Most men think of women like me in that way.  But I also perceive that you are faithful to your wife on most occasions.  What are these women you refer to as synthetics?”

The men looked at each other and then back at her. 

Cargan said, “I perceive that you are legitimate.  I know that eventually we’ll all be rejuvenated back in Newgate which could be where you get this we’ll live forever perception from.  But I can tell you one thing.  This region of the world is going to explode into a major war someday.  We have entered the dimension inhabited by ghosts so that we could mingle with revolutionaries that plan on taking down royalty in order to achieve freedom without being seen or felt.”

“I could feel you before you entered this world.  What are those strange devices you left in the realm of ghosts?”

“Cameras, microphones, range finders, light kits, cue screen, what you would expect a television crew to carry on the field,” said Cargan.  “The signals are transmitted to the transdimensional satellites and beamed down to the station in Newgate, New York thousands of miles away.  I know you probably don’t understand the concept.  But people back in Newgate and the surrounding region can see me reporting on the field from an adjacent dimension.  Those that have extended 3-D TVs can see me in their viewing rooms as if I’m standing in front of them.”

“Can you foretell my future?” she asked Cargan. 

“Let me look at your hands,” he requested.  She complied and presented her hands for him to examine. 

“I see that you will most likely die unless you escape to someplace safe like America where you can open a Gypsy fortune telling business.  Do it in Los Angeles.  I believe someday it will become an important place where celebrities will go to work in motion pictures.  That industry is bound to succeed since people like to escape their troubles by being entertained.  And after all the trouble we’ve seen over the last few years, a lot of people are going to want to be entertained.  Trust me.”

She did as she was told and was included in some movies between 1913 and 1978 as a Gypsy fortune teller.  She never met the crew again.  But thanks to Cargan she survived and even managed to marry, have children, and become a grandmother and great-grandmother. 

Cargan and the crew were in the trenches in France during the First World War.  They covered the horror from France, to Africa, to the Middle East.  A blind man in Damascus even called to them as they passed by him in the adjacent dimension.  He followed them for awhile until a Turkish soldier stopped him and thought he was a crazy blind man who thought he saw invisible people. 

Cargan and his crew saw the rise of Lenin, Stalin, Mussolini, Hitler, Tojo, Mao, Ho, Marcos, Castro, Saddam Hussein, the Islamic fundamentalists and terrorists, most of the despots and tyrants of the 20th century and into the 21st.  Unlike the FBI and CIA that couldn’t share information about the 9/11 terrorists before they performed their monstrous act, Cargan and his crew knew what was in the hearts and minds of Atta and his people.  But to share the information with Washington might have exposed Newgate to the general public.  So Cargan exhibited self-control which tore him up inside.  He cried when he reported from the Trade Center because he knew the buildings would go down.  He and his crew were the only ones to survive after being on the top of the second tower as the second plane smashed into it. 

The crew showed the people in Newgate the destruction and flames of the plane where the steel was melting and eventually the floors above would pancake down to the ground.  The cloud of smoke and debris blew by the crew members and the viewers in Newgate almost felt like they were on the streets of Lower Manhattan when it happened. 

Cargan and the crew traveled to Afghanistan both in 1980 and 2001 and saw some of the same people both times fighting first the Soviets and later the Americans and British as they tried to destroy the Taliban.  Bin Laden was in their midst as he laughed at the Americans who almost caught him.  But he relied on Muslims in the Afghanistan military to let him and his men escape since the Americans were infidels.  It was indeed a holy war and bin Laden was the holy terror. 

Cargan and the crew were in the hole in the ground where Hussein was captured and came back to Baghdad for special coverage on the trial and execution of the dictator on December 30, 2006 after Cargan officially retired from reporting/watching to become a producer of EPU programs of his experiences in the field for a century. 

They met more people who knew they were there in the adjacent dimensions like General Patton and even Adolf Hitler when he was insane in his bunker.  His hand was shaking with the gun in it not from the fear of dying.  But because he thought Cargan and his crew members were the ghosts of people he had murdered. They smiled when they saw him shoot a bullet into his twisted brain.  They had more pity for his dog Blondie which the evil man poisoned. 

Vietnam and the killing fields of Cambodia were almost too much for Cargan and his crew to take.  They saw America lose the will to deliver freedom to oppressed people and politicians stopped their ears and closed their eyes while millions were slaughtered in Southeast Asia.  It reminded them of the death camps in Nazi-controlled Europe during the Second World War.  They were the only ones to survive inside the gas chambers as men, women, and children was gassed to death since the gas couldn’t penetrate the dimensional boundary between this dimension and the adjacent dimension where they were at.  Their recorded testament of what the Nazis did to millions of people convinced the judges in Newgate to send many to Hell during the war trial in 1946. 

Today, Cargan and the crew are working on various projects.  The crew still covers battles when called upon to do so.  But Cargan gave up the job of witnessing man’s inhumanity toward man in 2005 and since then has never regretted his decision first to chronicle a century of war and later to stop being a reporter/watcher.  He learned a lot.  Too bad mankind hadn’t learned all that much.    

   

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