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Agriculture Waste & its impact on Environment

A biomass power plant is similar to a thermal power plant but instead of coal, it uses green fuel. It uses the natural fuel in it which comprises of agriculture waste. Agriculture waste such as paddy and wheat straw, cotton stalks and leaves which are left over after the harvesting of the crop. This agri waste is normally burnt in the open.

As its volume is so much it is not possible for farmers to deal with it without incurring a considerable cost to ready their fields for the sowing of the next crop. This is particularly true in case of paddy straw in Punjab which generates about 20 million tonnes of straw yearly, eventually burnt in the open fields. It results in alarming pollution levels in October and November. It causes many respiratory diseases.

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One way to deal with the problem is the setting up of biomass plants which uses paddy straw as fuel. One such plant produces 15MW of power per hour using biomass.

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Indirect employment can be generated by fuel collection which entails collection of all types of fuels ranging from leaves to stalks. His job is mostly done by entrepreneurs farmers who already own tractors for their farm operations.

Each baler requires about 20 people for a smooth operation. The bales are then stacked in the fuel yards and transferred to the plant on a daily basis.

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Defence Logistics (John Price x Reader)

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CW: swearing, canon-typical violence, minor character death

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, the Masterlist is pinned to my blog

I don't know why, but I've struggled with this chapter more than any others lately. The format I chose, the tenses, all of it was a puzzle I've been wrestling with. I don't know if it's my insomnia making a come back or what, but I have been agonizing on this one. Almost scrapped it altogether but have decided to be brave and let 'er rip. I found writing John without the warmth he has for his love a bit jarring, having the ability to turn off that part of yourself and focus on wrecking damage on others was hard to capture. If it's subpar I can only apologize lol - the next chapter is already coming easier.

Feedback welcome, if folks have any tips or suggestions - this is all for fun and improvement! (that's what I keep telling myself anyways lol)

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John’s transfixed, watching rusty blood swirl around the shower drain, his mind still back in the field. He’s showering off before he drives home from the black site, situated deep in the English country side. He’s bruised in several places, with a fresh cut across his lower forearm where the Commander’s knife had connected during a wild swing. The dull throb pulls his brain back to the present moment, making him realize he’s slowly dripping blood all over his own feet. He lifts the cut above his heart and tries to refocus his thoughts. Kate’s dealing with the paperwork, folding their use of equipment into existing work orders. Gaz and Simon are also showering, medical and debrief waiting for them all on the other side of the steam. John’s mind keeps running over the events of the last few days, looking for anything he’s missed.

Thankfully, he and Ghost had arrived in Lithuania a whole day ahead of Gaz’s taskforce. They had driven across Vilnius in an SUV that had been held together with good intentions and baler twine, as far as John could make out. It had rattled something awful, to the point they had ditched it on a side road and hiked the last few rough miles, working their way across farmer’s fields dodging cattle and sheep in the early morning light. The Industrial section was set outside of city limits, in between old farms, where the smells and sounds would be less likely to disrupt the rhythms of life. The physical exercise helped re-center John’s mind on the task at hand. The way things had been left between himself and his love had unsettled him, giving his mind a stone to turn over instead of focusing on his immediate surroundings. He’d said more than he’d wanted to in explaining his departure, opening a can of worms he hadn’t intended and couldn’t put right before he left. If Ghost noticed John’s initial lack of focus, he said nothing.

The intercept point was more or less on top of the taskforce’s rendezvous point, in the back end of a massive sheep field with a small hut built out of field stones. By the time they arrived to do their recon, he had pulled himself together mentally and was feeling more present. John’s body remembered the training that had been drilled in to it, the rust of retirement flaking away as time stretched on. Soon it was nearly like he had never left.  He and Ghost discussed how to proceed in various probable scenarios as they checked the surrounding area.

How many people were involved in the revenge plot would depend on how the commander split his forces, to John’s mind. If he kept Gaz under his direct command there was likely no one else involved and Gaz was unlikely to survive the mission. If he sent Gaz with one of the other men, it was more likely they all were involved and it was more probable they would detain Gaz for information. Ghost agreed with John’s assessment, and they scouted the area before making a small camp a quarter of a mile from the rendezvous point to wait.

The downbeat of helicopter blades alerted them to the taskforce arriving a few hours after dark. John had signaled to Ghost, stubbing his cigar out and flipping the night vision goggles on. Then he and Ghost set out, snaking through the underbrush, using trees as cover as they moved in on the clearing and the stone hut. Once they got within a few hundred yards of the edge of the clearing they fanned out, Ghost swinging wide behind the unloading area.

They watched silently as five men disembarked using ropes, the wash of the helicopter blades obscuring any noise for several long minutes. Finally, it lifted, slowly claiming altitude again in the darkness, a handful of blinking lights the only outward signal of its location. The men had immediately moved on the stone hut as they landed one by one, quickly sweeping and entering it. John and Ghost had stayed in position, watching the hut for signs of life. Eventually the men exited, filtering into two separate groups. One group of two and another group with the remaining three. John located the Commander, pointing out the line of travel and giving a shove to one of his men. He squinted through his goggles, quickly identifying Gaz as the other man in the Commander’s trio.

As the groups split off into the darkness, the former Captain let the warmth of his anger wash over him again, keeping his movements purposeful and his mind on task. Staying a healthy distance behind, he stalked the trio as they hiked along the edge of the pasture, using trees and the waist high rock fence as cover. John tracked them easily with his night vision, quietly moving deeper in the woods. Ghost had shadowed the other group who were working their way further into the woods, opposite to where John and Ghost had camped and back towards the plant. When the Commander paused a few miles later near the badly rutted dirt road, their intent became clear to John.

The Commander’s group was set to create a diversion at the front gate of the chemical plant while the secondary team got in and collected the intel they were after. John waited until they were moving again to softly relay his plan to Ghost who responded with a subdued “rog that” in his ear. John moved incrementally closer on silent feet, waiting to see how they would go about creating their diversion. He watched as the Commander motioned Gaz to push forward, yanking a grenade from Gaz’s tac vest and pressing it into his hand. John had to force himself to wait, the instinct to get to Gaz pressing in on him tightly.

 The front gate was framed with two concrete pillars, into which were sunk the posts for retractable chain link fencing. Beyond that, a bar gate, manned by middling security guards wearing flak vests and holstered pistols. John had guessed they were there to keep the local gangs out more than they were prepared to deal with para-military operations. He was proven correct shortly after when Gaz lobbed the grenade in his hand at the chain link fence. It landed close enough to blow the gate off its track, making what was left of the twisted metal hang at an awkward angle. The explosion rocked the gate house, making the men inside shout and duck for cover. Gaz lobbed another grenade, this one blasting the gate off completely, the smoking metal smashing into the ground with a loud screech.

The men inside the gate house finally got themselves organized and started cautiously coming out, using the door as cover as they opened return fire into the darkness. John watched as the Commander gave Gaz’s shoulder a shove, jerking his head towards the gate house. John understood in a flash the Commander was trying to position Gaz where a stray bullet wouldn’t be blinked at if it connected. John was instantly moving, his feet creeping him closer to their position when Gaz did the unexpected. Instead of scurrying forward as they all assumed, he threw himself backwards, kicking his legs up to get leverage as he swung his body around to lock legs with the other soldier, standing beside the Commander. He went down in a heap, Gaz wrestling for top position for all he was worth.

John sprinted the last few yards, yanking the unsuspecting and now screaming Commander by the back of the tac vest before he could interfere. Chaos reigned as shots continued to pepper out from the gate house and the men shouted each other down. John hadn’t been fast enough getting his hands clear, the Commander yanking a Bowie knife free from his vest and swinging wildly over his head, trying to fend off the attack from behind. John grunted when the tip of the knife skittered across his arm but he didn’t stop in his action, drawing his rifle butt up and bringing it down on the Commander’s cheek as he stumbled backwards. The blow knocked him unconscious, his body falling the rest of the way into a heap.

Gaz was still scrambling on the ground with the bigger soldier, trading blows before John stepped in, levelling his pistol at the man’s head and pulling the trigger without hesitation. Gaz was instantly covered in a spray of brain matter and blood, and his hands came up instinctively, warding off another shot from the same direction. John had spoken up then.

“On your feet soldier.”

John had offered him a hand and it took Gaz’s brain a split second to recognize the ex-Captain.

“Cap - Laswell said you uncovered this shitshow. Wasn’t sure you were going to leave your new girl for this though.”

Gaz had extended his hand, letting John haul him upright. John had hummed non-committedly, not wanting to get into the specifics of his presence in the field. He reached into his vest and pulled out zip-ties, handing them to Gaz.

“Smart man to not let him get you in a bad position. Get him restrained for now.”

He muttered before tapping his coms.

“Ghost, how copy?”

There was a brief pause and then Ghost’s deep voice was in John’s ear.

“They’re almost at the target. The explosions and gunfire pulled all attention from the rest of the building. Moving fast.”

“Regroup with us at the vehicle once they’re successful. Anything goes off the rails, I want to know ASAP. Out here.”

“Rog that, Captain.”

John let go of the comm and lifted his rifle again, firing a few bullets into the air. This riled up the security guards again, setting off another round of wild shots into the now eerily quiet night.

“Strip him. No insignia.”

John gestured to the remains of the solider, blood and thick brain matter pooling on the ground. Gaz started ripping the patches off the dead man’s vest, stuffing them into a spare pocket of his own. John reached over, using the muzzle of his rifle to push what was left of the man’s head to the side, reaching in to the neck and yanking the dog tags off, handing them to Gaz as well.

“Help me get this one further into the woods.”

John kicked the foot of the Commander, and Gaz stood, taking an elbow on one side. They carried him backwards, his dragging feet going silent as they entered deeper into the woods. Gaz counted out a hundred steps and then they propped him up against a tree. John rummaged around, pulling his field first aid kit out and locating the smelling salts.

“We’re going to wake him up. I want to know how many people he’s involved in this revenge scheme.”

“Think he’ll tell us the truth?”

“Won’t know unless we ask, soldier.”

John broke the salts and waved them under the unconscious man’s nose. Gaz refastened his gloves, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the man wake.

“Oi, OI.”

John’s tone was abrupt, not giving the waking man time to adjust to his surroundings.

“Wha- “

“You wanted the 141, Commander, you’ve got ‘em.”

When it took the man a beat too long to respond, John reached out and slapped his cheek with his open palm, jerking his head back against the trunk of the tree.

“Wake up Sunshine. What do you want with the 141?”

The Commander’s words are slurred, likely concussed from the blow to his head.

“Killed my brother – “

“You want revenge.”

John’s tone was flat, emotionless. The words unamused and to the point.

“Justice.” The Commander coughed, his head lolling to the side as he squinted up at them. “But we make our own, don’t we Captain?”

“If we’re lucky. Any more of your men involved? You already got one man killed.”

“No.”

The word was spat out, the hatred tangible in his tone.

“Norris feeding you information?”

“Get fucked.”

John looked over at Gaz who nodded silently to John’s unasked question. John had raised his pistol and pointed it at the man’s foot.

“Norris feeding you information?”

“I said get fu – “

John unloaded the bullet into the man’s foot, the bones and flesh splintering inside his boot. A bloodcurdling scream rang out, bouncing off the trees, making it seem like it was all around them. John lifted the pistol to aim at the man’s knee, his face impassive as the scream died down, replaced with frantic wounded whimpering.

“Norris feeding you information?”

“Holy fuck, oh shit, wait, wait, wait please – “

John leaned in, speaking lowly for the man’s ears only, not sure how much Gaz had been told.

“You send a sexual predator to my woman’s place and expect this to go well for you?”

John didn’t wait for an answer and shot the man’s knee out, the spray of blood missing Gaz this time but catching the side of John’s chest. The howl the Commander let out was unearthly, birds startling from their nighttime roosts. Some deeply tucked away part of John that demanded the collection of a pound of flesh was perversely satisfied with the sound. John stepped away again, training his pistol on the heavily bleeding man’s uninjured foot. Gaz stood, emotionless as the ex-Captain moved around the prone man, the dark forest obscuring their movements from the road.

“Last chance before I even you up. Norris feeding you information?”

“He’s the one who told me about my brother being at Las Almas!! He’s the one.”

John had shot a look at Gaz before turning back to the now heavily wounded man propped up against the tree. He gestured to the zip ties behind the man’s back with the muzzle of his pistol.

“Cut him loose.”

“You’re going to pay for this – I’ll make sure everyone knows-”

John took aim and unloaded a final bullet into the man’s skull, shards of bone and brain mixing with the wood splinters and smoke in the air. Gaz startled but collected himself, stepping over to cut the ties off the body, pocketing them. The dead man’s arms fell forward once the tension of the plastic tie was released. John helped him strip any identifying insignia silently.

“You need to radio that you were ambushed, both men down. Do you have a secondary exfil?”

“Yeah, if we can get to Belarus, the location is a few clicks over the border.”

“We’ll take the vehicle as far as we can. Ghost is going to rendezvous with us, let’s move out.”

John had waited to loop Ghost in before reaching out to Kate with their new exfil plans - taking turns sleeping in the vehicle for the rest of night while pushing on to the border. This gave Kate time to organize their ride and run interference with the story of the ambush. Which is how John spent Christmas Eve, crammed into a dilapidated SUV in the rural area of Lithuania’s border with Belarus, amongst his mates eating cold MRE’s again, all of them tired but alive.

Simon’s deep rumble knocks him out of his mental reverie, calling him back to his current position under the steaming water of his shower.  So far, outside of the problem of Norris, the only thing John has been able to surmise he’s missed in the last few days is Christmas dinner with his love.

“Laswell said she’s sending the medic in after ye’ if ye’ don’t git yer ass in gear, Cap.”

John shuts the water off with a sigh and presses his lips together.

“That’ll do, Ghost. I'll be there shortly.”

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sleepover i would like a story do you have any more lore about farm equipment

also requesting hit me w your top five nebulae ?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just off the top of my head we just finished stacking haybales from the recent harvest and we use not one, not two, but THREE different machines for the process of cutting, baling, and stacking the hay once its grown. a swather (tractor-looking mfer w blades on the front) cuts the field and leaves behind a big long pile of cut hay that we leave out to dry for a few days (there's a running joke among the farming community that if it's been raining a lot lately then u know that the hay has just been cut because it needs to be dry to be baled and god consistently likes to make farmers' lives difficult) and then u get a baler (funky little guy thats pulled behind one of our big tractors like a trailer) that basically gathers up the piles of dry hay and packs it together into a neat lil stack and ties it off with twine, and THEN we get the stackwagon (tractor looking mfer) that drives up and down the field to pick up the haybales and stack them up into the big tall haystacks in the stackyard for as to use later <3

and I'm too lazy to get pics rn but the ghost nebula is my wife......pillars of creation.......butterfly nebula..........et cetera.....<- forgot every other nebulae that has ever existed

sleepover asks!!

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Ch.96 - Baler's First Christmas

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Baler experiences his very first Christmas and is given the most exciting gift of all.

"Stop fumbling with it, Soap." Simon warned from the driver's seat, watching him continue to look at the ring he was finally able to get with Simon's help, almost as if he couldn't believe he got to take it with him after eyeing it in its case when he went to make payments on it. The box opened and closed repeatedly throughout their drive home. 

"What? Can't help it." 

"You've been practicing how you're going to open the box when you ask her, Johnny," Simon arched his brow. "It's not rocket science. You get down on one knee, open the box, and ask the question." 

"Don't listen to him, Johnny. He was shaking like a leaf when he proposed to me." Kiera giggled from the passenger seat, ignoring Simon's glare as she smiled at Soap from over her shoulder. 

"No I wasn't." 

"Mhm, I saw your hands shaking when you put the ring on my finger." 

He huffed at her response, knowing she was right, but he didn't want Soap to know that as he pulled onto the gravel of the ranch's long driveway. "You two banter like a married couple." Price scoffed, he too loving to push Simon's buttons. 

"I thought the same thing!" Kiera giggled. "Even my own mom said that after I gave birth to Jacob and Evie!" 

"Looks like I'm not the only one..." Soap commented, keeping his gaze on the ring after opening the box yet again to look at it. 

"Johnny, we're here. I suggest you hide that ring before you blow your cover." 

"She's still out with the herd, L.T.," Soap waved his hand. "I won't blow my cover." 

"Well, you need to hide it somewhere while we take that furniture from Kiera's mum's guest room-" 

"Why? What? Since when are we moving furniture?" 

"Since now. We're making the kid a bedroom of his own for Christmas and her mum said we could have the furniture that's in their guest room instead of buying it." Simon replied, parking the truck in the driveway of the house he and Kiera shared to help carry in the many bags of gifts and groceries. 

"Wow, you definitely have heart in that body of yours, L.T." Soap chuckled. 

"Wasn't my idea." He grumbled, exiting the truck to walk around to the passenger side to open the door for her. 

"It was his idea." Kiera whispered over her shoulder, giggling as she took his hand to help her out of the truck, Soap and Price laughing at the glare Simon gave them through the back window of the truck as he and Kiera began gathering bags to take inside. 

"Remind me to traumatize him with that bloody elf like we did last year." Simon commented, following Kiera into the house and setting the bags on the kitchen island while she proceeded to open Kimber's crate. 

"Oh, I'm sure you won't forget since you look forward to it every year," She giggled, leaning down to pet Kimber between her ears. "I'm going to start cleaning that room. What're you bringing over first?" 

"Probably the bed and frame, love." He replied, always resisting the urge to turn her to face him so that he could kiss her for just a second longer after he had gone a long time without her lips on his. 

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she inhaled his cologne, twining her fingers through his hair and embracing the scratch from his stubble against her top lip. "I love you." 

"I love you too, Simon." She smiled against his lips. 

"Need any help with this stuff?" He nodded his head towards the grocery bags. 

"I've got it handled from here, babe. I'm going to wrap his presents in our bedroom after I get done putting the groceries away." 

"Okay. We'll hustle to get that furniture over here. I don't expect them to be back for another couple of hours. I'm sure you want it to be a surprise for him." 

"You know how I am with keeping surprises." 

"Well, it's a good thing Christmas Eve is tomorrow. Just contain your excitement until Christmas Day, yeah?" 

"I'll do my best." 

He smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips before he made his way back to the truck and driving to her parent's lodge, knowing he'd have to use the truck to tote the furniture back and forth. 

After she put the groceries away, she began taking Baler's gifts to their bedroom to wrap, sitting on the floor as she folded the new clothes into the gift box, wrapping it in Christmas-themed paper as well as taking the advantage of wrapping Simon's gifts while he was occupied. She knew he didn't know how to react to gifts, but she hoped he liked what she got him this year. 

A new tactical knife, a few new shirts for him to wear under his uniform, and a large framed collection - more like a shadow box - of the group photos - including the mission of Operation Kingfish - he had been present for after their hardest missions as well as a wonderful display of his awards, a copy of his dog tags, and his favorite hard shell skull balaclava. It was a large display, but it was honorable for her to make and she knew he would love it as the photos that were in it were the group photos of him and the Task Force, also the most recent one being the group photo of the Task Force with Alejandro and Rudy, Kiera being able to see herself present in the photo in the back of the photo coincidentally next to Simon. She wrapped the shadow box with two layers of tissue paper after the first layer of bubble wrap before setting it in the cardboard box and wrapping it in a special themed paper, the couple doing it to ensure that each gift was wrapped with certain paper to avoid confusion. 

She smiled after writing the tag: 

To: Simon

From: Kiera (I love you!)

She shuddered when she heard the door open, hearing three male voices follow the sound of the open door as they heaved heavy breaths. "For fuck's sake, Soap, lift it!" Simon poked. 

"I am! I'm sorry I don't overdose on pre-workout and lift five-hundred pounds in the gym!" He sneered back. 

"Fucking hell, I can bench at least four!" He corrected. 

"Bloody shite, boys. Can we get this in that bedroom before so I can light a cigar?" Price scoffed at their playful bickering. 

Kiera giggled as she leaned against the bedroom doorway, watching them work together to tote in the bed frame for Baler's room. "I guess I forgot to mention that it's a log bed frame..." 

"We figured it out," Soap replied. "Pivot, Simon! Pivot!" 

He grumbled, moving the bed into the room before easing it down to sit as it should on the floor. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, he rested his hands on his hips before exhaling deeply, "I'd rather go back to Mexico than do that again." 

"Surprised it wasn't the oil rig." She arched her brow. 

"No. I got wet and cold after that." 

"Yeah," Soap scoffed. "And after that we got stuck in that small town having to improvise. Remember that, Kiera?" He asked blindly. 

"No, I was too busy being interrogated and beaten within an inch of my life," She shook her head. "But I'm sure it was fun." 

Soap immediately regretted what he had asked, hoping he didn't offend her in any way. He looked at her with a sorry gleam in his eye, relieved when he saw a playful smile plastered across her face. 

"What else do we have to bring over?" Price asked, changing the subject. 

"Just the mattress, two side tables, and the dresser. We can fit it all on the bed of the truck." 

"Thank God. Hopefully they're lighter than this thing." Soap added. 

"I'll start dinner," Kiera said. "You boys look like you could use something to eat." 

"Best news I've heard all day." 

Christmas Eve, 2023

Kiera was genuinely pleased with the pout on Simon's face when he found out they all had matching pajamas for the holiday, but he felt less embarrassed when Baler had a matching set too. 

The couple each toted an infant against their chests, entering the lodge that smelled of a simple, yet big enough dinner to feed them and Simon's Task Force for a traditional Christmas Eve dinner. "You all look so cute!" Eva smiled, "You know I'll have to get a picture!" 

"Okay," Kiera smiled. "I have some things I want to make that I saw on Pinterest." 

"Christ." Simon mumbled, sounding like he dread anything that had to do with arts and crafts, but if he were being honest, anything that involved Kiera and their children made his heart flutter. 

"What is it, sweetheart?" Eva smiled. 

"I'll tell you about it at dinner," She giggled. "We have a long night ahead of us."

"That we do! After dinner, I'd like to make cookies with Baler. He already told me what movie he wanted to watch tonight." 

"He'd like that." 

*

Later that same evening after dinner and when Price, Alice, Soap, Teeter, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy went off to their designated rooms in the guest house after much-needed laughs and a competitive game of friendly poker. It was the first time in a long while Kiera had seen Simon laugh that much. 

She lay on the couch with her head in Simon's lap, enjoying the lazy circles he was drawing in her hair as she had her arm around Evie's sleeping form nestled against her while Jacob was snug against Simon's opposite leg, his thumb gently rubbing along the bridge of his little nose, unaware that Jacob thoroughly enjoyed the sensation as it put him to sleep the quickest. 

"Falling asleep on me, yeah?" Simon whispered down to her, moving a piece of hair from her face and glancing over to see Baler tossing pieces of popcorn into his mouth while atop a makeshift area on the floor by using multiple toss pillows and a fleece blanket while Eva had fallen asleep herself on the other couch, her mouth barely agape. 

"No." She mumbled, looking against her chest to check on Evie, satisfied that she was still sleeping. 

"Don't lie, love." He chuckled, moving his hand back to her hair to continue running his fingers through it. 

She nodded instead of replying, letting her eyes close while she felt content with her head on his lap. "I don't blame you, this movie is about to put me to sleep too." 

"Well, it's a good thing we're staying the night." 

"Too bad you couldn't leave the dog at home," He chuckled. "Now I have to worry about that little lass curling up at my feet." 

"I don't blame her. You're warm to cuddle up against." 

He sighed heavily through his nose, "Well, it's time for bed anyway. Especially if Baler here is expecting a visit from Santa." 

Baler glanced over his shoulder and scoffed, "Santa? How old do you think I am? Six?" 

"Who else is going to give you presents?" Simon arched a brow. "Because it certainly wasn't me." His face was stern, hoping Baler believed the folk tale as he truly wanted to make Baler's first Christmas special for him, wanting him to experience the excitement every kid deserved to have. 

"Kiera?" Baler questioned, hearing her hum in response. "Is he serious?" 

"What? You don't believe in Santa Claus?" 

"...No?" 

"Well, he might forgive you and still bring you a present anyway," She assured him, watching his face light up with excitement. "Let's go to bed. We'll see how it goes in the morning." 

On Christmas Day, Kiera awoke to the feeling of a hand grasping her bicep. She couldn't help pull her arm away at the sudden sensation. "Miss Kiera?" Baler whispered. "I-I'm sorry to wake you up." 

She rubbed her eyes, slowly sitting up in the bed before Simon awoke next to her, sighing as he was upset he was awakened out of a deep and peaceful sleep for once. "No, no, it's okay honey. What is it?" She waved her hand before laying back down. 

"Um... I went downstairs to get something to drink and I saw a bunch of presents at the tree." He answered nervously. 

Kiera couldn't help but smile, glancing over at Simon to see him mirroring her expression, hiding his excitement for Baler's first Christmas by bending his elbow over his eyes, shielding him from the morning sun. "Oh... Are you saying that Santa may have come?" She arched her brow. 

"I-I think so?" 

"Well, who else would it have been?" 

"...I don't know." 

She breathed a laugh, "Give me a few minutes to rub this sleep out of my eyes and get the babies fed." 

"O-Okay. What should I do?" 

"Whatever you want, just don't open your gifts without us. I need to get in the habit of taking pictures every holiday when our two get older." She giggled. 

Baler breathed a laugh, "Of course you do." 

Simon waited until Baler completely exited the room before he turned to his side and spooned Kiera close to him, craning his nose into her neck. "You're excited for today, aren't you?" He whispered. 

She nodded, "I'm too excited. I hope we made the right decision." 

"I'm sure we did," He assured her, pressing a kiss behind her ear. "I love you." 

"I love you too," She smiled, turning around to face him and rewarding him with a kiss. "Merry Christmas, baby." 

He hummed against her lips, "Merry Christmas." 

After Kiera had fed Jacob and Evie as well as refreshed herself, Simon did the same before helping her with whatever she needed before they met her parents in the living room, taking a seat on the couch as Baler stood nervously close to the tree, eager to see what "Santa" had brought him for Christmas. 

Eva entered the living room with a pep in her step, bringing Kiera and Simon a glass of eggnog to sip on while Baler opened his gifts. "What're you waiting for, sweetheart?" Eva giggled. "Those gifts are for you! I have a few under that tree - one more than what Santa brought you." She winked. 

"Um... I-I don't know where to start?" Baler shrugged. "I've never had a Christmas before..." 

His answer brought an instant tear to both Eva and Kiera's eyes, the mother and daughter sharing a glance at each other with a frown to complement. 

"You can pick whichever one you want to open, honey." Kiera assured him with a nod, watching him gulp nervously as he sat with his legs crossed on the floor. 

He nodded, reaching toward the first gift in his line of sight, slowly ripping the paper to reveal a cardboard box. He curled his fingers along the top, ripping it open to reveal a remote controlled drone - something he had always wanted as he had always been curious about seeing structures from the air. "I-I don't know what to do with this..." He sighed, seeing that it required an Apple device to operate the remote control in order for video to sync its data.

"It's okay, Simon knows how to use those." Kiera smiled. 

He smiled, keeping the box of the drone close to him as he briefly thought the drone was his only gift. "You've got more gifts, sweetheart." Eva encouraged, watching him reach for the next wrapped box. Seeing that it was smaller, he wondered what it could be as he slowly opened the box, seeing that it was an iPhone 12 with the red back, knowing it was one of Baler's favorite colors. "Holy sh- I mean...wow," Baler gasped to himself. "Miss Kiera... I don't deserve this. I was saving my money for one-"

"Guess you'll have to take your complaints to the big man in red." Simon commented, stretching his arm along the back of the couch and touching his fingertips against Kiera's shoulder. 

Baler chuckled at Simon's remark, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the box of the iPhone before reaching for another gift, smiling at the tag that was stuck to the gift wrap:

To: Baler

From: Simon and Kiera (mostly Simon) :)

He smiled as he opened the box, seeing a camouflage set of hunting clothes he had also been saving for as he recalled Simon promising to take him hunting at one point, smiling once he saw a small box at the bottom containing a rather nice pocketknife - a pocketknife so nice in fact that Simon bought one for himself. "T-Thank you, sir." 

"You're welcome, lad." 

Kiera smiled when he reached for the gift box she had wrapped for him, the teen smiling at the Merry Christmas handwriting on the tag, knowing it was from Kiera and Simon themselves. He smiled when he revealed the new clothes from inside the box, growing eager to try them on as they were clothes he could wear to either a casual or a formal occasion. "Thank you, really." He said, holding back his tears of gratitude. 

"Before you open the rest of your gifts, you have something else at the bottom of the box." She smiled excitedly, Simon knowing she was eager to see his reaction when he pulled her closer to him, rubbing her shoulder with the pad of his thumb. 

Baler nodded, looking at the bottom of the box to see what looked like an envelope. He furrowed his brows as he opened the envelope, seeing a customized Christmas card with a photo of Baler, Kiera, Simon, Evie and Jacob all posed in front of the Christmas tree in their matching pajamas - the same photo they had all taken the night before. He paused to look at the photo, We all look like a happy little family. I wish I had that, he frowned to himself before noticing the cursive handwriting below the photo:

𝒲𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓇! 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼. 𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝓌𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓈. 𝒲𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎?

He couldn't hold back anymore at the compassionate words. He bowed his head and shed his tears into his hands. Kiera and Eva began shedding tears of their own, Kiera shifting her weight to meet him for an embrace when he got up before her, rushing to Kiera and Simon on the couch and embracing them both at once. He knew Simon wasn't keen on physical touch, but he tolerated it because he knew he was helping make a change in the young man's life. Kiera's arms wrapped around Baler's torso, cupping the crown of his head with her left hand as her right rubbed against his back. "I'm sorry we made you cry, sweetheart-"

"N-No, I needed to," He shook his head, his tears absorbing into her hair. "It means the world to me that someone wants me." 

She couldn't hold back a sob, pulling him closer into her, "We've wanted you since day one, sweetheart." 

Baler was at a loss for words as he pulled back to look at her, smiling back at her as she reached up to cup his face and wipe the tears from his eyes. "Well, I guess now is the perfect time to give you guys the gift I got for you." 

"You didn't have to get us anything." Simon assured him. 

"I wanted to." He smiled. 

"How did you even sneak gifts over here?" Kiera giggled. 

"I've learned a few things from Simon when it comes to sneaking gifts... Except I can keep it a secret longer than he can." 

"Don't go giving all of my secrets away." Simon glared. 

Baler breathed a laugh, moving to the tree to bring two small boxes to them, reaching the gifts towards them with a rather, interesting, technique of wrapping paper. 

Kiera laughed at her gift - a mug with the following phrase:

"I figured... since you don't want to hear me cuss around you... I didn't think it would be so bad if it was where you could read it." He breathed a laugh. 

"I love it," She smiled. "Thank you." 

Simon couldn't help but chuckle at the gift, knowing gag gifts were always entertaining to receive, which made him wonder what his gift was when he began ripping the paper from the medium-sized box, seeing what looked like a shirt that was poorly folded, knowing that Baler spent a lot of time to make it as presentable as he could. He held the shirt up to view it, breathing a chuckle knowing that Baler was referring to the oblivious mis confusion from when he had asked Simon about his rank when he and Kiera were playfully bickering about his role (Author's Note: refer to Thankful - Part 1 for context!):

"I couldn't find one with a British logo, but I figured you'd know what it meant." Baler admitted. 

Simon shook his head, a grin smearing his face, "It'll do." 

"So... were you a private?" 

"Lieutenant." 

"You can call him private, he likes it." Kiera giggled. 

"I was going to get him something different, but that guy who calls himself after a bar of body wash told me it would be funny to call him something other than his actual rank." Baler explained, referring to Soap.

"Of course he did." 

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Distracted

Chapter 16

Did he live? Who Knows.

“No. no, no, nononono–” a wordless scream, ripped straight from someone’s throat, “I need to– he–” broke out in between grunts. A crack. A scream – pain. Shouting from more voices, more people, and– “Let me go, DuBois, he needs m– I need him!”

“I’ve always hated hospitals.”

“Me too,” Rick agreed, leaning back in his pale green chair, “Just somethin’ unnerving about ‘em.” he’d broken his arm once, playing basketball in high school. The doctors were kind, understanding, but the too-sterile atmosphere just jerked something in his brain.

He was hardwired for grime. Blood, dirt, getting down and dirty to do the things other people didn’t want to.

“I only started getting scared of them in my twenties,” she admitted quietly, “So, I guess I didn’t always hate them. Too many doctor visits, early twenties. Shoulder problems, hip problems. Sinus problems. Foot problems, fuckin’ knee problems, too. MRIs and arthrograms, x-rays, cat-scans. Parker would try to come with, but sometimes, most of the time – he was a busy boy, y’know. Too good at everything, and everyone wanted his help because of it  – so I’d be all alone, and I just started getting jumpy. Then he… the accident, back at the hospital– but he was DOA…”

Rick placed a comforting hand on her knee, squeezing to let her know she didn’t have to continue, “I know, Nyx.” He stood up, “Water?”

“I’m not incapable,” her eyebrow raised, hand swiping at the tears gathering in her eyes, “I could get it myself, but yes, please, if you’re offering.”

“You’re all bandaged up, hooked up to…” Rick waved a hand at her and all the tubes and wires– they were mainly for watching heart rate and blood pressure, but she was hooked up, nonetheless, “Those. Y’ain’t movin’.”

“I could be like my dad was and start yoinkin’ this shit outta me. He was not happy about being hospitalized that one time– I’m getting released this afternoon,” she gently took the paper cup from his too-large hands, “So, I will be moving. Thank you for visiting, though. It means a lot.”

Dad, hospitalized with stage-four inoperable brain cancer the week after her wedding. Dazed and confused, ripping his IVs out. Had a 24-hour watch put on him after that. Nyx thought it was funny.

Rick had never had the unfortunate scenario of being hospitalized with no one to come visit. His parents, a couple friends he doesn’t talk to anymore. Rick knows he himself doesn’t like to feel alone, “I also came to visit because I’m your ride home, hun.”

She shook her head, “No, I won’t make you do that–”

“Y’ain’t makin’ me do nothin,” he sat back down in the Visitor Chair and leaned on the beside, “Besides, consider us even for you drivin’ me back home when my truck had a flat after work.”

Nyx snorted, remembering the memory, “Knew you for, what? Two days? Surprised my driving didn’t scare you off.”

“It almost did.”

The windows of her truck were down, the cold spring breeze floating through, ruffling the discarded fast food wrappers and baler twine that littered the floor by Rick’s feet. An empty grain bag in the back seat crinkled. Nyx shrugged and swerved violently to the other side of the rough dirt road, hitting several potholes that made the entire Colorado shake, “I’m trying to miss the fuckin’ potholes. Goddamn, we picked a bad time of year to take time off.”

“We quit, Nyx, quit callin’ it time off.”

Her grin got bigger, and she turned her head to face him instead of watching the road, “I love quitting.” some of her hair fell into her eyes, despite most of it being held down by her grimy ball cap.

Rick admits, he’s never been to Wisconsin. It’s gloomy looking, up in the upper-central part of the state – “About right…. Here,” Nyx would say, offering her right hand as a makeshift map of the state as she pointed to the middle-knuckle of her middle finger, “Real hilly. Lots of trees. Not as hilly as Bayfield, or really further up north anywhere, but we’ll go exploring later.”. –. But, he told himself, grabbing the appropriately-named oh shit handle above his head as Nyx nearly put her truck in the ditch. One of the cats in back hissed – it is springtime. Springtime has gloomy colors. A greyscale almost sort of time.

The ditches are lined with melting snowbanks – brown with shuffled-up gravel from when the plow trucks went through – and almost overflowing with running water. The trees all lacked leaves, looking dead as the spindly branches hung over the road, “Gotta trim those,” Nyx mused, mostly to herself, “Now, be warned, there may or may not be some type of party at my house. Got it?”

Pothole. Rick’s teeth rattled. He almost smacked his head into the doorframe. How long is this fuckin’ road, “Party?”

“They missed me,” she shrugged, coming up to a stop sign, “And, remember, everyone wants to meet the Legendary Rick Flag.”

“Quit callin’ me that.”

“Hey, you survived getting stabbed in the chest with dirty porcelain,” she floored it, drifting the truck around the corner with a laugh, rain-heavy gravel spitting in a spray behind them, “I’d call that pretty legendary.”

“And you have… whatever you have. That ain’t legendary?” Nyx had no idea what it was. No idea about it until just a few weeks ago– turns out Waller just wanted her because she was a pretty face and a good soldier.

“Yeah… let’s not mention that to anyone,” she gave him a pointed look, “I don’ want Waller coming sniffing again. Just say I’ve got good de-escalation tactics so my family can scoff and tell you I usually escalate the situations, instead.”

“Y’sure they’re gonna like me?” he wasn’t sure why he was feeling so nervous all of a sudden. Everything he’s ever faced, and having a family meeting was the thing that was unnerving him?

“Here's my driveway,” it was a narrow dirt path cutting through what was probably normally a thick forest, “Brace yourself; my house is awesome. And I already told you, they’ll love you. I bet even my asshole goats will like you. If you offer them food.” she added on, “The dogs will bark, but that’s what dogs do. Our two are the German Shepherd lookin’ ones – but they’re mixes, the one is inbred a bit, I told you that, she’s stupid but she’s cute, I guess. Cousins might have their dogs by, too – and oh lord there’s a lot. I’ve got a ton, and… Yeah, Parker has a big family. I can almost guarantee, there’s a whole schmear of people roaming about my yard. I bet even our old landlord – previous farm owner – came by.”

“You got yourself a whole welcomin’ committee,” Rick mentioned, his voice uneasy.

Nyx turned onto a highway, “I lied about this road being my driveway, I was just pointing out what I would’ve liked my driveway to be. Our farm sits right on this highway, not ideal but beggars can’t be choosers.” 

There were cars lining the highway on either side, parked closer together the further they drove, “Eris…”

“Oh, don’t let the cars bug you,” she slowed down more, reaching a white-sided farmhouse with green tin, a trailer house to match on the opposite side of the drive, a big barn in back and farmland stretching further for what looked like miles. There were people crowding everywhere, dogs barking – the two aforementioned German Shepherd mixes sprinting straight for the pickup – kids of all ages running all over the place, “Ready?”

“No,” Rick admitted, not able to hide his toothy grin anymore. He grabbed the door handle and shrugged back at her, “But I have to be.”

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Purple Gas

[Verse 1: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann] I’ve got plates for purple gas ‘Bout the only break I catch But I am not the kind of man To blame the dealer on a losing hand Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky, the brighter it shines Pumpjack checks and baler twine A ton of grit or maybe it’s spite [Chorus: Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann, Zach Bryan] And if I weren’t a flatland boy, I’d say I…

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Baling Twines Market: Advancing Agricultural Efficiency and Sustainability

Introduction to Baling Twines

Baling twines, also known as baler twines or bale straps, are essential components used in modern agricultural practices for bundling and securing crops into compact bales. These strong and durable twines play a crucial role in the harvesting and baling process, ensuring the preservation and transportation of various crops, such as hay, straw, and silage. In this blog, we will explore the Baling Twines market, its significance in modern agriculture, key players in the industry, and the factors driving market growth.

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The Significance of Baling Twines in Modern Agriculture

Baling twines have become indispensable tools for farmers and agricultural industries due to their numerous advantages. They provide a cost-effective and efficient solution for baling, as they are lightweight, easy to handle, and provide excellent tensile strength. Baling twines come in various materials, including polypropylene, sisal, and synthetic materials like nylon and polyester, each catering to specific agricultural needs. These twines are extensively used in baling operations across the globe, enabling farmers to preserve their crops efficiently and maintain the quality of forage during storage and transportation.

Market Size and Growth Prospects

The Baling Twines market has witnessed substantial growth in recent years, driven by advancements in agricultural practices and the need for efficient crop storage and transport solutions. The global Baling Twines market was valued at USD 1.2 billion in 2022. The market is projected to experience a robust compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.8% from 2023 to 2028.

Factors Driving the Baling Twines Market

Growing Demand for Forage Preservation: As the demand for high-quality animal feed and forage increases, the need for efficient baling solutions rises. Baling twines aid in preserving the nutritional value of forage and ensure its availability during the off-season.

Increasing Adoption of Mechanized Baling: With the advent of mechanized baling equipment, the demand for durable and reliable twines has surged. Baling twines complement the performance of modern baling machinery, enhancing overall operational efficiency.

Focus on Sustainable Agriculture: The shift towards sustainable farming practices has led to the use of eco-friendly baling twines made from biodegradable materials like sisal and jute. These biodegradable twines reduce environmental impact and appeal to environmentally-conscious consumers.

Rising Demand for Silage Bales: Silage, an essential livestock feed, has gained popularity among farmers. Baling twines facilitate the production of compact and secure silage bales, ensuring minimal wastage and maximum nutrient retention.

Advancements in Twine Technology: Continuous research and development efforts have led to the introduction of high-performance twines with superior strength and elongation properties, meeting the demands of modern agricultural operations.

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Key Players in the Baling Twines Market

Bridon Cordage Ltd.: Bridon Cordage is a leading manufacturer of agricultural baling twines, offering a wide range of high-quality products. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 180 million in 2021.

CORDENKA GmbH & Co. KG: CORDENKA is a renowned supplier of sisal twines for agricultural applications. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 120 million in 2021.

Eltex of Sweden AB: Eltex of Sweden specializes in manufacturing synthetic baling twines, serving the global agricultural market. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 90 million in 2021.

Bridgestone Corporation: Bridgestone produces durable nylon and polyester twines for agricultural use. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 200 million in 2021.

International Fibres Group (IFG): IFG manufactures a wide range of agricultural baling twines, including polypropylene and sisal twines. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 100 million in 2021.

ABC Industries: ABC Industries is a leading provider of synthetic twines for various agricultural applications, including baling. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 75 million in 2021.

Premier Tarpaulins Ltd.: Premier Tarpaulins offers a diverse selection of twines and ropes for agricultural and industrial use. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 60 million in 2021.

Herculite Products, Inc.: Herculite Products produces high-quality polypropylene twines for agricultural baling purposes. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 50 million in 2021.

Cotesi – Companhia de Têxteis Sintéticos, S.A.: Cotesi manufactures agricultural twines, including sisal and polypropylene twines. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 80 million in 2021.

Toray Industries, Inc.: Toray Industries offers an extensive range of synthetic twines, including those used in agricultural baling. The company's annual revenue from baling twines was USD 100 million in 2021.

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Conclusion

The Baling Twines market is a vital component of modern agriculture, empowering farmers with efficient and sustainable solutions for crop preservation and transportation. As the demand for high-quality forage and eco-friendly agricultural practices continues to rise, the market for baling twines is expected to witness significant growth. Leading companies in the industry, such as Bridon Cordage Ltd., CORDENKA GmbH & Co. KG, and Eltex of Sweden AB, are continuously innovating to deliver high-performance twines, meeting the evolving needs of farmers worldwide. Baling twines play a crucial role in supporting global agriculture, ensuring the efficient harvesting and storage of crops, and contributing to the sustainability of food production for a growing population.

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With the problem of farm fires being taken up by the Supreme Court, Baler, a machine that facilitates ex-situ (off-site) stubble management has been in demand in Punjab and adjacent regions.

Baler machines have been around for a decade, and currently around 2,000 of them operate in Punjab. Of these 1,268 are highly subsidised (50-80%) under the Centre’s Crop Residue Management (CRM) scheme.

Balers play a pivotal role in stubble compression, acting as hydraulic presses to compact crop residues into dense, manageable packages. These compressed stubbles are securely bound using twine, wire, or strapping.

Before using a baler machine, farmers cut the crop residue with a tractor-mounted cutter. A tractor-mounted baler machine compresses the stubble into compact bales using netting.

 Eliminates the need for crop stubble burning, contributing to reduced air pollution and soil degradation. Farmers burn stubble after harvesting, which contributes to air pollution. Balers offer an environmentally-friendly alternative to burning stubble by compressing it into bales.

A single baler costs about Rs 14.5 lakh without subsidies. Currently, there are around 700 non-subsidized balers operating in Punjab.