Time can either be your best friend or your worst  enemy . The weather can also be your best friend, or your worst enemy. 

His mind wandered back to a week decades ago.when time and weather had played important roles in world history. 

     The scene is England 1944, end of May, beginning of June. His boss General Eisenhower , was putting together the greatest military battle that had ever been fought until that time. Months had been spent planing every detail,  Nothing had been left to chance, Security was impossibility tight, The slightest hint of what was planned would have ruined the plan before they could ever begin. Somehow they had kept it all together. Though months of secret training, Deceptions on a scale that had never been attempted, all had worked. All came down to this one week. 

     The General had all the pieces in play. all was set to go. He could almost feel the tension today, as he thought back to the  headquarters in England when the General had given the final orders to go.  The weather had been playing havoc with the plans for at least a month before, Finely there a break in the weather predicted. So it was then or never. They went.

      He let his mind roam through his ancient memories. The looks on the faces of the general and staff who had nothing left to do but wait. Wait for word from the field commanders as to weather their gamble had paid off. While is is hard to put to the invasion together to work with generals who all though they should be in charge, and get men and equipment ready and still keep Operation Overlord a national secret. That seemed easy, compared to he next few hours of waiting, and praying for successful end to the Longest day.

     It came, the end of the Longest Day, Over 9,000, Allied soldiers were either killed or wounded, But in the end they prevailed, and got the job done.  The sense of relief an finely being able to breathe again was  almost palpable. In his minds eye he would remember the rest of the reactions as word came of their success, and now knowing the this was the beginning of the end.

     Yes, time had been both a friend and enemy, throughout his life, many times both at the same time,  But time could not erase his memories of his longest days, many years ago,









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 The cineplex  has 10 hugmongus screens,   The snack bar was famous for its Frankenfood, some of which was almost editable .

     The various screens showed movies ranging from the classics, to  3rd rate horror flicks, that were carptacular, not to be missed. One screen had home movies.  Dumbfounded debutantes paraded across the  screen, with blank bionic looks giving their lack of usefulness away.  Their only redeeming quality was their bodies, barely covered in tiny  poked dotted bikinis.  If one looked closely they could see the scares from many plastic surgeries.   The glitz was  surpassed only b the stupidly of the whole  thing. Yet people watched, in spite of themselves.

     Meanwhile in other screens the audiences  sat blissfully watching edutainment,  ideally punching emoticans on there handheld devices

When the movies let out, The denizens of the theater,  marched out into their quiet live, completely unaware of the malware that had been implanted in their minds..




This post needs a little explanation.  The prompt this week was  Portmanteau:. 
Which I have admit I had never heard of before.  So some Googling was in order. Here is what they had on the Studio 30 prompt page;
 [noun] the combination of two or more words to create a new word.(examples: bromance, snowpocalypse, brunch, sexting. Use one of these portmanteau or pick one of your own.)

 So I thought it would be fun to see how many I could use in a  story.