Sitting in the foothills over the White River.... I listen to the national guardsmen talking about why they are there instead of trying to free America.... I remember the history of Texas where I was born and raised.... and wondering why I left.... the lure money causes so many to chase after the riches.... at least I was smart enough to get out of the rat race... have enough to live on for a while....
The cry of the Texicans fighting for freedom still ring true.... Remember the Alamo and Remember Goliad.... very few now days know about Goliad and those that surrendered to the Mexican with the promise to be able to leave in peace, but were led off and slaughtered by the mexican army.... Give me liberty or give me death still holds true....
America is showing turmoil from sea to shining sea.... Americans killing Americans..... Americans throwing Americans in death camps.... How soon will the pangs of death be felt across America?
I will return to Texas to live free or die free...
Two good old boys are on this side of the bridge talking about returning home to Oklahoma and Texas for they fear for their wives, children, moms and dads and grand parents.... As expected one is called Okie and the other is called Tex... who would have thought....
It is now dark enough not to be seen across the river... I have managed to crawl up to the end of the bridge and lay silent.... The bullet proof vest is hot, but has saved my life many times.... gang bangers just did not understand when a old white guy shows up at their door step he is not the target....
Listen to Okie and Tex still talk about going home... when Okie says he needs to water the bushes... I say silently-- please go to the other side of the bridge.... then I hear his foot steps slowly fade away....
It is now time to introduce my self... I rise up with my 308 held ready to use when I approach Tex with his back turned to me... I prod him in the back with the barrel and tell him to be quite and he will live to see Texas again... He whispers.... Just what part of Texas do I come from with that Texas thicked tongue accent...
Told him that I was born in New Castle on the Brazos River and grew up across northern Texas... Tex said... You can remove that barrel from my back for you are among friends.... lowered my 308... and could hear Okie returning. Tex said stand behind me so I can tell Okie that we have company...
Yeah even as big as you are you will not cover my 6-5 252 pounds of Texican...
Okie walks up and say... Just where did you find another Texan out here in boonies of Vermont??? and what is your name...
I am called Texican as were my forefathers from the time of the Texas fight for freedom... If you two wish to get back home, we need to determine how to get across the bridge and head west and south through the land of the liberals... How many of the other guards will try to stop us???
Tex said.... probably four Ted, Mike, Lou and Steve of the twelve on the other side of the bridge...
Okie said... maybe 5 if you include Pete for he is riding the fence about letting people keep their weapons and food... Ted and Mike will be coming over the bridge at 9 pm to releave use for the night.... Those two have beaten many America citizens for their firearms and food and killed two... I had to restrain Tex for we were out numbered on that mission....
Tex stated coldly... I will slice both of their throats when the show up... and then we will go and take care of the other three....
We could hear the Ted and Mike approaching and I faded into the shadows and waited and watched...
Ted and Mike stumbled up to Okie and Tex. It was obvious that they had been drinking... They started to cuss Tex and Okie for being hillbillies when Tex stepped forwarded and as fast as you could blink Tex had slit both skum bags throats... Tex wiped his K-Bar on their shirts and spit on both of them... and told them to rot in hell...
Okie smiled and said.... it is time to go over the bridge and see about the other three.... and get headed home...