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HDNet World Report: "Mexican Oil: Deep Concerns About Deepsea Drilling"

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 17:57:10 -0500

Mexico is about to embark on long-term plans to drill for oil in deep
waters in the Gulf of Mexico. Critics warn that Pemex, Mexico’s
state-owned oil monopoly and a newcomer to deepwater drilling, is not
experienced enough to prevent a disaster like Deepwater Horizon from
happening on its rigs and platforms. Carlos Morales, the head of
Pemex’s exploration and production division, contends that Pemex is
ready and prepared to go deep. He granted World Report exclusive,
first-ever access to Mexico’s deepwater drilling operations. World
Report correspondent Greg Dobbs investigates.

Best of 2010!

Wed, 29 Dec 2010 14:14:38 -0500

This week on Deadline!, the best moments of 2010! Plus a never before seen Comic Con segment.

Salt your rim, it's Margarita time this week on Deadline!

Thu, 23 Dec 2010 01:31:21 -0500

HDNet World Report: "Mexican Deepsea Drilling" Field Notes from Correspondent Greg Dobbs

Fri, 17 Dec 2010 12:36:00 -0500

We’re in Mexico doing a story about oil, and how the sources of so-called “easy oil”—- the oil that’s relatively cheap and easy to get to—- are depleting. The trouble is, oil is a state-owned monopoly and accounts for almost 40% of the national budget. Which means with the easy oil gone, they’ve started drilling in much deeper water in the Gulf. Which has some experts fearing another catastrophe on the scale of “Deepwater Horizon,” because the Mexicans have never dug so deep before.

12/21/2010-Back from Mexico

Often when I finally leave a story, I find myself picturing some of the key people I’ve met, even long after I’ve gotten home. Just in the past year for example, I still sometimes think of the Colombian soldiers with whom last Spring, along with a crew from HDNet, I dropped down from combat helicopters into the damp wet jungle, the soldiers’ job being to take out camouflaged cocaine labs and fight off the bad guys who resist. And of the remarkably inspiring young man on whom I shot a piece in California and Connecticut, the man born with no arms and no legs, but hardly hampered by his shortcomings. There are still people I think about in the Middle East with whom I’ve spent time and admittedly grown empathetic, who struggle every day of their lives simply to survive, in ways the average American cannot begin to imagine. And those I saw a year ago in Vietnam, whose bodies are gruesomely mangled, apparently from absorbing the dioxin, Agent Orange, that we unknowingly used during the war there. It destroyed some American soldiers too.

Well, for the past week and a bit, I’ve been in Mexico, and there are two groups of people here who will stick with me a while. One is the group of men (and a handful of women) who staff oil rigs far from the shore in the Gulf of Mexico, literally isolated on a single rig for in some cases 14, in others 28 days at a stretch. The other people I won’t soon forget is a group of women—- society’s dregs—- who live in a damp cold house in one of the poorest and most dangerous parts of the city, but for whom the place is a refuge from the world they inhabited most of their sorry lives; it is a charitable home for retired prostitutes.

I often say I’ve got the best job on earth. Maybe you disagree, because reading about me spending my time with risky oil rigs and neglected prostitutes may not make it sound so hot. But look at the range of what I got to see and do just this one week. I was out on a high-tech oil platform in the middle of nowhere that can stay within ten centimeters of its ideal target…. and in a casa for washed-up puntas where dirty clothes are still washed in a sink. I’ve been with people whose energy and expertise generates billions of dollars for their country… and with others who sell their bodies for about ten bucks. I wouldn’t trade a moment.

Tonight on Deadline! Katie Daryl is serving up left overs. The stories that were meant to air, but never found a spot...till now! Watch Guys Night In TONIGHT!

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 13:42:39 -0500

HDNet World Report: The End: Cashing in on the Apocalypse

Mon, 13 Dec 2010 16:40:07 -0500

Preparing for the worst. There’s big money to be made in building survival shelters for people who, for different reasons, think the end might be near. We take you inside their lives, and bunkers. It’s Cribs for survivalists!

HDNet World Report: Producer Julienne Gage’s...

Fri, 10 Dec 2010 13:24:00 -0500

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HDNet World Report: Producer Julienne Gage’s “Children of the Disappeared” Field Notes

Caught in Translation

by Julienne Gage

Alejandro Sandoval Fontana, the son of parents who disappeared during Argentina’s 1976-1983 military dictatorship, detailed his life story to HDNet Correspondent Jennifer London in Buenos Aires, with me as his English-language mouthpiece this week. The process was simple enough. Jennifer would ask a question and I would interpret. I would then let Alejandro finish his entire response and summarize it for Jennifer with the intention of conducting a literal translation during the tape logging.

About six years ago, Alejandro learned that the military family who raised him as their own had actually stolen him from his mother, an 18-year-old woman named Liliana Clelia Fotana Deharve, who was held in a clandestine prison in Buenos Aires along with her husband Pedro Fabian Sandoval. Toward the end of the interview, Jennifer asked what Alejandro had been able to learn of his biological parents. He smiled, noted that friends and family said they had married for love in a tumultuous time, and then offered an example of how that love manifested itself.

I began my summary, detailing how the couple worked side by side in forced labor at the detention center. Each had a song for the other, and they would sing them like a call and response. When I went to explain the rest of the anecdote, my body rebelled. My throat swelled, I gasped for breath, and I feared that if I spoke, wailing would replace words. I took a pause, but it was too late, tears began to pour down my face.

Our crew was caught off guard, for of all the atrocities relayed to us in recent days, it appeared that the love story was what made me cry. That certainly helped, but it was what I hadn’t yet interpreted that did me in…

There came a night when the guards led Alejandro’s father out alone, and as he left, he sang to his wife for the last time. He was then drugged, loaded onto an airplane bound for the Atlantic Ocean, and dumped in the sea.

Certainly there have been other times in my journalism career that I struggled to control my emotions while encouraging sources to express theirs freely. And of course, anyone who speaks more than one language also understands the joys and trials of capturing the nuances of each. But generally speaking, I suppose I thought of interpreting as an impersonal act, just an information-gathering task within my larger role as producer.

Shortly after I gained my composure and finished the story, I felt embarrassed. How could I lose my concentration when a reporter needed the facts so that she could get the emotion straight from the source’s mouth?

Hearing Alejandro’s anecdote was awkward enough. But subconsciously, my body recognized that my job wasn’t to pause and come up with a new question; it was to briskly repeat the terrible news, almost as if it were my own.

Between the change in climate, the long work hours, the constant interpreting, and, of course, the physical toll of battling tears, that night I developed laryngitis and had to find a bistro to make me a hot lemon infusion. It soothed me, as did the kindness of the waiter who called me mi amor every time he peered into my troubled face. Perhaps he too imagined I was a hopeless romantic confronting some sappy romance-gone-sour.

As I walked back to my hotel in the dark summer night, the tears welled up again. I grieved the loss of all those people whose family members disappeared, thanks to the barbarity of their fellow human beings. But then I smiled at the thought of people like Alejandro reminding me that this three-decade story is far from outdated, and while we must rehash the ugliness, so too must we search for those glimmers of hope.

I was so shaken during the interview that I forgot to summarize the moral Alejandro gave to his painful anecdote, but our cameras captured it all.

Alejandro explained that he finds solace in knowing his parents’ sweet gestures brightened their darkest hours, and inspired other prisoners. Just knowing that helps guide him through this long, strange tunnel of self-recovery and discovery that he will surely be traveling for years to come.

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#1 Producer Julienne Gage (far right) interprets the stories of Argentinean children of the disappeared Franciso Madariaga Quintela (left) and Alejandro Sandoval Fontana (middle left), for HDNet World Report Correspondent Jennifer London. While these young people have recounted many horrendous stories of torture, disappearance, and mistaken identities, they have also relayed incredible anecdotes of love and hope.

#2 Argentina’s Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo Director Tati Almeida speaks to HDNet World Report about the three decades she has searched for her disappeared son, as well as the missing sons and daughters of other Argentineans.

#3 HDNet World Report Correspondent Jennifer London listens to stories from Argentina’s 1976-1983 military dictatorship.

#4 Argentina’s Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo Director Tati Almeida speaks to producer and interpreter Julienne Gage.

#5 HDNet World Report’s crew shares a moment of hope and laughter amid the sad accounts relayed by Mother of Argentina’s Disappeared Tati Almeida.

#6 An Argentinean father recounts the relief and grief he felt when forensic anthropologists discovered the remains of his son more than a decade after his disappearance.

#7 HDNet World Report in “B’aires”

#8 Jim Van Vranken shoots some Buenos Aires beauty-roll.

#9 Motherhood in Argentina 2010

#10 Argentina’s Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo on their 30th annual “Resistance March”

HDNet World Report: Children of the Disappeared Field Notes From...

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 12:31:00 -0500

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From Correspondent Jennifer London:

#1 Nicolas Placci holds one of his most treasured possessions - a wedding photo of his parents. Both were killed after being captured and held as political prisoners during the military dictatorship that ruled Argentina in the late ‘70’s, early ‘80’s. Nicolas was raised by his grandparents and is currently searching for his missing brother or sister. His mother was pregnant when she ‘disappeared’ and it’s believed her infant son or daughter was stolen after birth and given to another couple to raise. Nicolas says he’ll never stop searching….

#2 After a moving interview with Nicolas Placci he showed me photos from his childhood. When he was six months old Nicolas was taken in and raised by his grandparents after his mother and father were murdered during the military dictatorship in Argentina during the late ‘70’s, early ‘80’s. One picture in particular was extremely poignant - it was an old, small, black and white snapshot of his mother when she was pregnant with him - Nicolas handed me the picture and said sadly, ‘this is the only photo I have with my mother and me together.’

#3 Photographer Jim VanVranken films at the Plaza de Mayo - the main square in downtown Buenos Aires. The plaza also serves as a focal point for political life in the city and is the backdrop for the weekly march and demonstration of the human rights organization The Mothers of the Disappeared. The painted white scarves that circle the plaza symbolize the blankets of their missing children who were stolen during the military dictatorship that ruled the country from 1976 to 1983. While we were filming a number of children were playing at the plaza - feeding pigeons, riding bikes and running around - their laughter echoed around the square. The sad irony is they now play in a place that is dedicated to keeping the memory alive of the children who had their identity, innocence and childhood stolen from them. I wonder if these children, playing here today, will grow up to understand the significance of the place where they spent carefree afternoons.

#4 A young Argentinian man wears his country’s flag with pride as he marches with the Mothers and the Grandmothers of the Disappeared. Hundreds gathered at the Plaza de Mayo, in downtown Buenos Aires, on Dec 9 to honor and remember those who ‘disappeared’ during the dark days of the military dictatorship in the late ‘70’s, early ‘80’s.

#5 Even though the human rights atrocities that occurred in Argentina ended nearly 30 years ago a mother still grieves for her son who disappeared at the hands of the country’s military junta. During our interview she showed us the pin she wears close to heart so she’ll always remember. To this day she continues to look for the boy she named Alejandro.

#6 While filming ‘beauty shots’ in the La Boca district of Buenos Aires, audio tech, Kevin Sanchez and I take a quick break for a little tango. A quick moment of levity during an otherwise challenging and at times emotional shoot.

Dealine! is all about the letter B this week: Boobs, Bikinis and Barak!

Wed, 08 Dec 2010 13:17:56 -0500

HDNet World Report: Kandahar Offensive Video #3

Tue, 07 Dec 2010 16:32:00 -0500

HDNet World Report is in Kandahar with troops under attack in a grape field.

HDNet World Report: Kandahar Offensive Video #2

Fri, 03 Dec 2010 15:10:03 -0500

HDNet World Report is with troops in Afghanistan as they take fire in a marijuana field.

HDNet World Report: "Oman: A Very Different Arab Country" Field Notes

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 15:13:00 -0500

From Producer Andy Paterson:

November 30 —
Our 3-connection overnight journey from Djibouti to Muscat, Oman began with a two hour delay. However on arrival in Muscat we come to realize our luggage didn’t make all the connections and is stuck in Addis Ababa.

December 1 —

We attending the final event of the celebration of Omani National Day. The tattoo consisted of military bands, displays from the Omani Armed Forces, and fireworks. The crowded stadium waited in anticipation for the arrival of the Sultan as the ceremony was a commemoration of his 40 years of leadership.

Visited a Omani school education children k-12. Several female students talked of their desire to be professional women, doctors, teachers, engineers when they grow up, all inspired by their leader Sultan Quboos and his requests for contributions from all citizens, men and women.

Finally received our luggage.

From Correspondent Paul Beban:

Nov 30 - Our overnight odyssey from Djibouti to Addis Ababa to Dubai to Muscat is pretty much as bad as can be imagined. We start with a two-hour delay in Djibouti, where we pay exorbitant fees for our extra luggage, which - what else? - gets lost. We race through Addis, slog through Dubai, and finally stumble into Oman. Our arrival in Muscat is a relief but something less than triumphant. With no sleep, we plunge into our story…

Dec 1 - Oman is celebrating like it’s 1999. In 1970, His Majesty Sultan Qaboos overthrew his father, assumed the throne, and began Oman’s long transformation from mostly undeveloped desert to one of the Arab world’s more modern countries. Our short visit for a story about women’s rights in this progressive nation (by Arab standards, it must be said) has coincided with scores of official celebrations of breathtaking pomp and circumstance… marching bands, displays of military might, fireworks for a hundred 4th of Julys. It’s been spectacular, but it’s also made it very hard to get our work done. Omanis seem to be mostly taking the month off, so it’s been hard to see what day-to-day life here is usually like.

Dec 2- Things have picked up a bit - we’ve met and spoken to a range of interesting Omani women: the country’s first female telecom engineer (she’s now a commissioner in Oman’s equivalent of Oman’s FCC), a professor of chemistry at Sultan Qaboos University, and a young woman who owns a thriving new maternity store. We’ve also seen a bit more of Muscat, a city both ancient and modern with stunning mountains and a beautiful shoreline… still scrambling to put our story together…

HDNet World Report: "On Pirate Patrol" Field Notes from Correspondent Paul Beban

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 15:11:00 -0500

Wishing we could have sent more frequent updates from our two-week voyage hunting pirates on the ITS (Italian ship) Libeccio… alas, our internet connection onboard was too slow to send pictures or video. The Libeccio and her crew of about 220 sailors are part of a European Union naval force specifically assembled to combat Somali piracy in the Indian Ocean. It’s a vast battleground - more than two million square miles of ocean for the pirates to hide and the warships to prowl. Somali pirates are currently holding nearly two dozen ships and 500 people hostage, on pace for another record year of collecting ransoms and wreaking havoc in one of the world’s busiest and most important commercial corridors - the Gulf of Aden, Arabian Sea, and shipping lanes of the Indian Ocean. We embarked in Dar-es-Salaam in Tanzania and sailed up the east coast of Africa, into the Gulf of Aden, finishing our journey in Djibouti. En route, we flew on helicopter patrol over convoys of container ships, scouting for pirates, their attack skiffs and “mother ships” - usually hijacked fishing boats. We sailed past pirate “anchorages” where they hold hijacked ships and their crews for months at a time, just off the coast, while negotiating ransoms that often run into the millions of dollars. The irony of it all is the awesome firepower of the Libeccio and the dozens of other warships off the Somali coast is neutered by the pirate tactics: taking hostages means the warships can only hope to stop the pirates before they board a merchant vessel… once they’re on board, they’ve won.

Deadline! visits wine country...while wearing a tutu.

Wed, 01 Dec 2010 17:02:00 -0500

Class it up and sex it up with this week’s Deadline! Thursday and Saturday, part of Guys Night In.

HDNet World Report: "Friday Night Hearts" Correspondent Notes

Wed, 01 Dec 2010 16:49:00 -0500

From HDNet World Report Correspondent Carol McKinley:

Among the hay fields of North Texas, where the train still stops at the station and rabbits crowd the oil wells there is a football team unlike any you’ve ever heard of under the Friday night lights. It is unusual because the players are young criminals. And even more strange, they’ve been embraced by people who, under different circumstances, would cross the street to avoid them. They are the Gainesville State School Tornadoes: juvenile felons who have earned the privilege to get out of jail free, one night a week. Otherwise, they are behind bars doing time for everything from selling drugs to aggravated robbery. Each player has a story. One of them was into drugs and guns, hauling in thousands of dollars a hit, holding up convenience stores. His luck ran out when, one night he stared right into the surveillance camera without his mask. The young man was sentenced to fourteen months of juvenile prison at Gainesville State School. At eighteen years old, he is on his last best chance. I have been asked not to identify him.

These days, the student inmate works with a different kind of iron. He’s learned to weld. And in a serendipitous twist, the boy from inner city Dallas now fashions cattle guards for nearby ranchers. It’s honest work for honest pay: $70 a week. And he is a favorite of the school security guards because he’s a light-hearted soul who knows he blew it. He knows after years of drugs and clothes bought with someone else’s money, the barbed wire which traps him inside may have saved his life. At football practice on the worn-out Gainesville State School playing field, the former gang member sings an aardvark spelling song from Sesame Street. His mom and sisters have never bothered to come see him play running back for the GSS. And the same goes for the families of his teammates. Most nights, the boys play in their hand-me-down black and white uniforms to near-empty stands…except for a scattering of prison employees.

Lately, though, several people have adopted the young men from Gainesville State School as their “cause.” Grapevine Faith Christian, a huge high school in the heart of Dallas, splits up its fans at their annual game with the Tornadoes. On this upside-down night, parents yell against their own boys to cheer for the prison kids. Fans spread their lawn chairs on the wrong side, and cheerleaders on loan from Grapevine sparkle the air with pom-poms. There are so many strangers who attend the game to cheer the boys on, the human spirit line runs the entire length of the field. With a banner at the end to burst through. Made by the opposing team.

Our former drug dealer-turned Tornado rolls his head in a happy figure 8, “.. at that game, it’s just so many people support us … make us feel like the special people we are.”

“That game” has been going on for three years. It’s called the OneHeart Bowl. A trademark name no one else can use.There’s even a movie being made about it, by one of the Grapevine Faith dads. The Gainesville State School Tornadoes have become a marketable commodity, but they don’t see a dime. They just keep on playing, marching single file into every game happy to be free for one night a week. The fans of the opposing teams are starting catch on. Everywhere they play, …the curious and the kind-hearted have started showing up for games to cheer for the kids who were born with a strike or two against them. As one cowboy-hatted fan put it: “They was just babies once, just like you and me. And every mama’s baby deserves a second chance at life.” Many of the players who have done their time and left Gainesville state are no longer behind bars. They served their time, and many of them have jobs on the outside: steakhouse cook, actor, mechanic. Ninety per cent of the inmates who play on the football team stay out of trouble once they’re let loose. That’s compared to around 60 per cent for the juvenile jail’s average population.

At the Gainesville State School there are no girls, no cellphones, no I-Pods, and pens, pencils and books stay in class. That’s because writing instruments can turn into weapons and books are a great place to hide things like drugs and batteries. Everyone’s hair is cut above his ears; but, if you see a boy with longer hair, it’s a sign he’s been good. Long hair is a reward for positive behavior. If you ever visit the grounds, you take note of the the trees. At GSS, there are rows and rows of them, strangely pruned. Their limbs don’t start jutting out until around ten feet up. It’s impossible to climb them. Inmates have been known to hide from staff in the leaves. I’m told once they get up there, it’s a battle to get them down. Here, discipline is a way of life. These kids are vulnerable and you want to love them. One of the supervisors, Dotty Luera, hosts cookie baking days. And, like a batch of dough, she has to start from scratch with many of the boys. “I tell them to put in a cup of sugar, and they look at me like …they don’t know what I’m talking about. It hit me. No one’s ever shown them how to bake. That’s just something I do with my children. But no one ever did it with them.” Before you get teary-eyed, consider these are felons who made enormously scary choices. As counselor Theresa Berry reminds me, “They earned their way here.” She is the team mom, yelling at them to roll up the windows on the team bus so she can get a head count. And giving them candy on the ride home.

Several weeks ago, Luera and Berry, along with the administrators from Gainesville State School, decided to throw the fellas their very first Homecoming. They’d never attempted a home game because logistics of getting outsiders through security would be too complicated. But Tornado Magic struck again, and the local high school agreed to loan GSS their stadium on a Friday night that they had a bye. And wouldn’t you know, the winless Tornadoes just happened to draw their Homecoming game with a team called “The Saints,” a group of nice boys from God-fearing homes whose parents have money to send their children to private school.

“I figure they’re just like we are. They just got caught,” says the Saints team captain, who may not realize the seriousness of the crimes the boys on the other side of the field “got caught” doing. Or why kids from poor neighborhoods seem to be the ones the police pick on. Or what motivated them to break the law in the first place. But never mind. Under the bright lights, on the manicured green grass, at the Tornadoes’ first Homecoming, each team has brought twenty-two players. The Saints have won only one game this season and Gainesville State is winless.

Peel, the star running back, will be playing his last game. His release is just four days away. Peel will be transitioning to a halfway house and he can see home. He has been in and out of juvenile facilities since he was fourteen. He’s a beautiful young man with a Denzel Washington stare, and a smile he lets loose if you earned it. The tear underneath his left eye, he says, is for the dad he knew just long enough to miss him. “My daddy got the cancer young and he died of it.” Peel’s took his hurt to the street corners blaming the world for the hole in his heart. Then there’s Foster, who doesn’t laugh when everyone else laughs. He is always guarded, except when he’s on the football field playing both ways as a tight end and linebacker. When he talks, he starts and ends every sentence with “…you know what I’m sayin’?” There’s Jemerson, who already has two college credits. He plays for his brother, who is blind. Shot in the face on the street. And for his mom, who holds down two jobs working seven days a week as a home health aid. #35, Ayers, wants to be a probation officer. He wears black framed Buddy Holly glasses, and he wants to show off a certain “look” when he gets his law enforcement job: “Khakis and a button down shirt. But no suit and I’m not wearing no tie.” Greer wants to be a chef. He’s not sure what Bernaise sauce is but he wants to learn how to make it. From his job in the juvenile school cafeteria, he knows how to cook fried chicken and mashed potatoes. The wide receiver, Collins, will have a huge responsibility when he gets out. His baby girl is waiting, along with a girlfriend and child support. Tonight at Gainesville High School’s Texas-sized stadium, the Tornadoes play like men on fire. And they win their first-ever Homecoming by a touchdown. This time, the crowd is cheering out of excitement instead of kindness. The Tornadoes get a rare privilege: a post-game meal and home-made cake. They get to goof off at long cafeteria tables just like other kids their age. And they returned to their barbed wire home after the game counting the days when they’re back out again. Each one of these boys walked through the double gates of Gainesville State School as a juvenile whose record will be wiped clean once he’s done his time. Each of them is likely better off because he got sent to “baby jail”. Here, they’ve learned what it’s like to get up every morning with something worthwhile to do. They have learned that the world is bigger than themselves. And they have learned, in this big ol’ world… they matter.

HDNet World Report: Kandahar Offensive Video #1

Tue, 30 Nov 2010 15:29:56 -0500

An HDNet World Report crew is in Kandahar with troops during an RPG attack

Deadline! is giving you multiple Happy Endings tonight!

Sat, 27 Nov 2010 13:35:23 -0500

As a result of viewer demand (see, we listen!) here it is, the long anticipated Happy Ending episode. PLUS the sexiest stories of 2010!

HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Video #2 Behind the scenes...

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 12:07:00 -0500

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HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Video #2

Behind the scenes clip of the crew settling in for our overnight shelter sleepover. This shelter is in an undisclosed location in the mountains of Utah and can sleep up to 50 people.

HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Behind the Scenes...

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 12:04:59 -0500

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HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Behind the Scenes Video

Behind the scenes video clip of the crew filming at Jay Whimpie’s backyard survival shelter.

HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Field Notes Survival...

Tue, 16 Nov 2010 12:03:03 -0500

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HDNet World Report: Survival Shelter Field Notes

Survival Shelter #1: What would you do to keep your family safe in the event of a catastrophic event? Jay Whimpie, from Utah, has built the ultimate survival shelter for his family - capable of sleeping & feeding up to 20 people for weeks - even months. He hopes he never has to use it, but he’s ready!

Survival Shelter #2: Emerging from Jay Whimpie’s survival shelter. To enter you have to crawl throughout a short, dark tunnel. The shelter is designed to withstand a nuclear, biological & chemical attack and anything Mother Nature has to offer.