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All orders of succession should include limitations of authority based on delegations of authority to

others.

All orders of succession should be described by positions or titles, rather than by names.

All orders of succession should be included in the organization’s vital records, referenced in the

Emergency Operations Plan, and available if necessary at the EOC.

Orders of succession should be revised as necessary and distributed promptly after revisions occur.

All orders of succession should establish the rules and procedures designated officials are to follow

when facing the issues of succession to office in emergency situations.

All orders of succession should include the conditions under which succession will take place; the

method of notification; and any temporal, geographic, or organizational limits on authorities

granted.

Where possible successors should be assigned among emergency teams or response agencies to

ensure that each team or agency has an equitable share of duly constituted leadership.

All orders of succession should incorporate orientation programs for successors to ensure that they

are knowledgeable of their emergency duties.

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Programs and administrative authorities needed for effective operations at

all organizational levels having emergency responsibilities

The circumstances under which delegated authorities would become

effective and when they would terminate

The necessary authorities at all points where emergency actions may be

required, delineating the limits of authority and accountability

The authority of designated successors to exercise departmental or

jurisdictional direction, including any exceptions, and the successor’s

authority to redelegate functions and activities

The circumstances under which the authorities would be exercised

A plan for training officials who may be expected to assume authorities in

an emergency to carry out their emergency duties

The responsibilities and authorities of individual representatives

designated to participate as members of interdepartmental or

interjurisdictional emergency response teams

Hills Like White Elephants

The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no

shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close

against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a

curtain, made of strings of bamboo beads, hung across the open door into the bar, to

keep out flies. The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade, outside

the building. It was very hot and the express from Barcelona would come in forty

minutes. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went on to Madrid.

"What should we drink?" the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the

table.

"It's pretty hot," the man said.

"Let's drink beer."

"Dos cervezas," the man said into the curtain.

"Big ones?" a woman asked from the doorway.

"Yes. Two big ones."

The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads and

the beer glasses on the table and looked at the man and the girl. The girl was looking

off at the line of hills. They were white in the sun and the country was brown and dry.

"They look like white elephants," she said.

"I've never seen one," the man drank his beer.

"No, you wouldn't have."

"I might have," the man said. "Just because you say I wouldn't have doesn't prove

anything."

The girl looked at the bead curtain. "They've painted something on it," she said.

"What does it say?"

"Anis del Toro. It's a drink."

"Could we try it?"

The man called "Listen" through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar.

"Four reales."

"We want two Anis del Toro."

"With water?"

"Do you want it with water?"

"I don't know," the girl said. "Is it good with water?"

"It's all right."

"You want them with water?" asked the woman.

"Yes, with water."

"It tastes like licorice," the girl said and put the glass down.

"That's the way with everything."

"Yes," said the girl. "Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things you've

waited so long for, like absinthe."

"Oh, cut it out."

"You started it," the girl said. "I was being amused. I was having a fine time."

"Well, let's try and have a fine time."

"All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn't that

bright?"

"That was bright."

"I wanted to try this new drink. That's all we do, isn't it--look at things and try new

drinks?"

"I guess so."

The girl looked across at the hills.

"They're lovely hills," she said. "They don't really look like white elephants. I just

meant the coloring of their skin through the trees."

"Should we have another drink?"

"All right."

The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table.

"The beer's nice and cool," the man said.

"It's lovely," the girl said.

"It's really an awfully simple operation, Jig," the man said. "It's not really an operation

at all."

The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on.

"I know you wouldn't mind it, Jig. It's really not anything. It's just to let the air in."

The girl did not say anything.

"I'll go with you and I'll stay with you all the time. They just let the air in and then it's

all perfectly natural."

"Then what will we do afterward?"

"We'll be fine afterward. Just like we were before."

"What makes you think so?"

"That's the only thing that bothers us. It's the only thing that's made us unhappy."

The girl looked at the bead curtain, put her hand out and took hold of two of the

strings of beads.

"And you think then we'll be all right and be happy."

"I know we will. You don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done

it."

"So have I," said the girl. "And afterward they were all so happy."

"Well," the man said, "if you don't want to you don't have to. I wouldn't have you do it

if you didn't want to. But I know it's perfectly simple."

"And you really want to?"

"I think it's the best thing to do. But I don't want you to do it if you don't really want

to."

"And if I do it you'll be happy and things will be like they were and you'll love me?"

"I love you now. You know I love you."

"I know. But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white

elephants, and you'll like it?"

"I'll love it. I love it now but I just can't think about it. You know how I get when I

worry."

"If I do it you won't ever worry?"

"I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple."

"Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't care about me."

"Well, I care about you."

"Oh, yes. But I don't care about me. And I'll do it and then everything will be fine."

"I don't want you to do it if you feel that way."

The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were

fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were

mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the

river through the trees.

"And we could have all this," she said. "And we could have everything and every day

we make it more impossible."

"What did you say?"

"I said we could have everything."

"We can have everything."

"No, we can't."

"We can have the whole world."

"No, we can't."

"We can go everywhere."

"No, we can't. It isn't ours any more."

"It's ours."

"No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back."

"But they haven't taken it away."

"We'll wait and see."

"Come on back in the shade," he said. "You mustn't feel that way."

"I don't feel any way," the girl said. "I just know things."

"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do----"

"Nor that isn't good for me," she said. "I know. Could we have another beer?"

"All right. But you've got to realize----"

"I realize," the girl said. "Can't we maybe stop talking?"

They sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the dry side of the

valley and the man looked at her and at the table.

"You've got to realize," he said, "that I don't want you to do it if you don't want to. I'm

perfectly willing to go through with it if it means anything to you."

"Doesn't it mean anything to you? We could get along."

"Of course it does. But I don't want anybody but you. I don't want any one else. And I

know it's perfectly simple."

"Yes, you know it's perfectly simple."

"It's all right for you to say that, but I do know it."

"Would you do something for me now?"

"I'd do anything for you."

"Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?"

He did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the station. There

were labels on them from all the hotels where they had spent nights.

"But I don't want you to," he said, "I don't care anything about it."

"I'll scream," the girl said.

The woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put them

down on the damp felt pads. "The train comes in five minutes," she said.

"What did she say?" asked the girl.

"That the train is coming in five minutes."

The girl smiled brightly at the woman, to thank her.

"I'd better take the bags over to the other side of the station," the man said. She smiled

at him.

"All right. Then come back and we'll finish the beer."

He picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the other

tracks. He looked up the tracks but could not see the train. Coming back, he walked

through the barroom, where people waiting for the train were drinking. He drank an

Anis at the bar and looked at the people. They were all waiting reasonably for the

train. He went out through the bead curtain. She was sitting at the table and smiled at

him.

"Do you feel better?" he asked.

"I feel fine," she said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine."