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Civil defense planes patrol Chicago in case of atomic attack, May 1956.Photograph by Jack Fletcher, National Geographic
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People sunbathe and boat on reservoir water in Red Rock Canyon in Kansas, April 1952.Photograph by Jack Fletcher, National Geographic
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FLETCHER @findingxfletcher featured in the INNOVATE Issue ✨
“The things I write about are just the things I’m going through, so I never really think they’re interesting. It just helps me process where I’m at if I can get the feelings out of my body and brain and turn them into something that feels kind of tangible or something I can share. I realized the more honest I was with my sharing, the more people were telling me it helped them in some capacity. And all I want to do is help people feel seen and connected and loved.”
FLETCHER has made quite a name for herself with three EPs and multiple singles on the charts. Her recent video for single “Healing” follows her latest EP, The S(Ex) Tapes, a collection of magnetic and moody pop songs about feeling like you‘ve found your forever person before you find yourself. The New Jersey born artist has been lauded for her confessional songwriting, which examines the intricacies of intimacy, particularly in the context of queer relationships.
Check out the full interview in The Untitled Magazine INNOVATE Collector’s Print Issue out now ✨ https://untitled-magazine.shop
Photography by Joelle Grace Taylor @joellegrace
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Harry Fletcher, the civilian National Security Agency (NSA) specialist who worked in the Intelligence Fusin Cell, had given Colonel T.J. Grey a message that had been intercepted. As he did so, he told the colonel, “This doesn’t make any sense. The heading is ‘If It’s Tuesday, It Must Be Belgium.’ Then the body of the message is just gibberish – letters and numbers.”
Colonel Grey smiled and said, “Let me see what you have.” As Fletcher did so, Grey reached into a bookcase behind his desk and withdrew a small paper bound book, small enough to fit into the pocket of his field uniform. He told Fletcher, “This is an old communications manual that probably dates from before you were born. Then he showed the manual to Fletcher. There were seven chapters and each chapter had 26 pages of columns of numbers and letters. Grey continued, “Back before the invasion of Iraq when Paul, our CIA analyst and I were platoon leaders in a tank company, we had an old moss back NCO for a company commo chief. He was afraid sandstorms might inhibit our high-tech communication gear and we would have to rely on communications gear – radios – similar to those used in Vietnam, half a century ago. As a security precaution, messages were encrypted using these code books. Both Paul and I thought it was a neat idea, even if very old, so we kept the manuals.”
Fletcher still had the deer in the headlights look on his face, so Grey continued. “Paul must have felt he and Captain Ross were being surveilled, so he used the old code and sent a message in the clear. The heading of the message says, ‘If It’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium,’ right?”
Fletcher nodded.
“So, Tuesday is the 4th day. Go to chapter four. Then Belgium stands for page B.” Saying this he handed the message back to Fletcher and said,
“Now, see what you get.” Fletcher dutifully got a pen and paper and began comparing the gibberish letters and numbers on it to the letters and numbers in the manual. After less than five minutes, a broad smile came on his face, and he handed the paper back to Colonel Grey. Fletcher’s transcript read:
“boss, being trailed by possible svr. In cahoots with traffickers? more later when comms secure. ross and I will cm. p26.”
Fletcher said, “I get most of it. SVR – Russian Intelligence – and they may be working with the traffickers.”
“As a wise Viking in a movie once said, ‘Tis possible,” mused Colonel Grey.
“But I don’t get the cm. p26. Page 26?”
“No. This is easy. ‘Paul and Captain Ross will continue the mission. P26 was Paul’s call sign in Iraq – Second platoon commander.”
As Fletcher left Colonel Grey’s office to go back to his cubicle, he thought to himself, “I feel like I work for the oldest man in the world.” And Colonel grey thought to himself, “Russians in cahoots with the traffickers? Possibly.”
Then, “I may have come across as cold and uncaring in my letter to Christy. Perhaps I should send her another letter.”
