October 27th, 2077

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"The Following Work has been authorized by the United States of America as a farewell to the man who saved it from nuclear horror. God Bless America and God Bless, Mr. Reynolds." -Department of Education

I write this now upon a bed of death of not regret but rather of rememberance. Due note they date above does not reflect today, mind you but rather to help chronicle my days of awakening and such.

I am the last ever Pre-War government official, not of Army but of the Federal Government. A former congressman as it is, more specifically Senator.

When oh so long ago, the day the bombs fell, I was not there. Not because of the Enclave ,a group I would then later lead and rename, but because of some fellows named The Archisons, nasty group indeed.

The rabbles kidnapped me a few days before the bombs fell, and then stuck me a vault cyro just under a museum around the Rehobeth area. They had planned to hold me hostage in that damned pod until the Federal government sent in ransom money.

I know whether not to feel grateful or rather upset that I couldn't be up there with dearest Martha and little Celly. To be in her arms, holding onto her as the dirty reds bombed Pre-War America to all hell...

Victim mentality I suppose, a wish to want to be there, to be thinking that I in all my powerlessness could have done anything in a time where the President had complete power and Congress none...

Though, I need not worry...neither will you, dearest Martha and my little Celestia...I will be joining you soon...

~#€€?!%^ $@))&))v Reynolds

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