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Post by gipsy on Jun 2, 2018 9:02:29 GMT -6
Soldier on
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Post by darkwolf on Jun 2, 2018 18:33:30 GMT -6
Yakavegas, been there done that. Best time was waiting for a light weight person in some wind to finely touch ground when they jumped from a perfectly fine aircraft. The best part was when they gained altitude.
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Post by 2t2crash on Jun 12, 2018 1:08:06 GMT -6
sorry for the delay everyone. My muse was being a stubborn bastard for a bit so I fed him some whiskey. as always, input or verbiage corrections are always welcome as are questions on shit.
19 continued.
The rest of the day was a flurry of activity on base as military dependents and civilians hastily went through all their belongings working to minimize their baggage to mainly essentials that could fit in no more than three bags per person. The only exception being personal weapons, ammunition and “pro-gear” or; all uniforms and equipment belonging to the military members that they could wear or use as part of their jobs in the military. Personal vehicles were to be left behind unless the family signed a waiver accepting the risks of driving themselves to the new base locations. In order to prevent a steady stream of vehicles leaving base heading East the MPs would space out the departures in blocks of 25 to 30 vehicles every 30 minutes. While most chose to take the flight, there were still many who wanted to chance the road. The base evacuation was one that hadn’t been done since Mount Pinotubo erupted in the Philippines where virtually all US military bases were abandoned at the behest of the local government.
As families managed their packing the soldiers of Camp Murray worked to move all vehicles and equipment to Fort Lewis. The process of loading vehicles with weapons, ammunition and gear lasted all through the day with the servicemembers barely having time to take breaks for meals. If a vehicle was deemed non-functioning and could not be repaired within three hours it was rendered inoperable with anything available. Cutting torches to engine blocks and axles, wiring harnesses ripped out, tires slashes and windows broken out, everything and anything short of C4 was used to ensure nothing would be useable. The Company Commander of the Motor Pool knew exactly what he was doing when he gave the simple order of “If it wont run, make sure it never will” to his Sergeants… if the privates could destroy vehicles unintentionally they could absolutely destroy one intentionally and do it in a hurry.
Along with the movement of all equipment came the search and destruction of all sensitive information that was not needed but wasn’t to be left behind. Industrial sized shredders ran at a near constant pace with the confetti being swept to the side rather than bagged and thrown in the trash. No fires were to be lit since columns of black smoke across the base would send a sure sign that something was amiss. by 1800 hrs everything and everyone save for an engineer company was moved off the small camp. The engineers busied themselves placing demolition charges in key structures, all wired to an electronic trigger source to be triggered prior to the last flight out. The only other soldiers on base were gate guards set to ensure nobody entered the base without authorization.
Meanwhile on Fort Lewis the combat units prepared for their move. Striker units were split up to provide escort to hastily assembled convoys consisting of everything from HMMWVs and MRAPS to soldiers’ own personal trucks loaded with gear. 5 ton trucks, fuel tankers, tractor trailers and flat beds were all loaded and assembled as well carrying weapons, ammunition, MREs, field equipment, tactical gear or administration files and field desks. Each convoy was established as its own field unit as if it were one set to drive through hostile territory to setup operations down range. The speed at which the soldiers operated was so fast and efficient that General Moore was sure they were already twelve hours ahead of their scheduled timeline. Rather than wait till first light on the next day to send out the initial convoys he was able to release the first one at midnight, utilizing the early morning calm to slip out his advanced deployment team so that they could begin setting up their new location in the eastern part of the state.
The convoy orders were simple: Don’t stop for shit. If a vehicle broke down and couldn’t be towed its personnel and gear were picked up by the last truck in line and then the now defunct mobility piece was to be stripped and destroyed. All but one of the first three convoys that morning arrived at their destination, the 1980s made HMMVW that broke down was pushed off a cliff on highway 90 midway through Snoqualmie Pass.
Each convoy had their own destination that morning, the first was to take control of a small airport next to Lake Easton, which was right next to the highway. The airstrip was nothing more than a short grass field that single engine personal craft used but it would work for Chinooks and Blackhawks. This would be the staging point to control the entire Pass and secure the Eastern side of the state. The second convoy was to head to the Army training area near Yakima where they were to immediately begin establishing operations at would become the center of operations for the Army in Washington. The last convoy was carrying a mix of Army and Air Force personnel all the way to Spokane so that they could work with Fairchild to setup large tents and living areas for the inbound military dependents and families that would be flying out of McChord.
General Moore and his command staff tracked the progress on a wall sized map of the entirety of JBLM. As a building was deemed emptied or scrubbed of any data it would be inspected by a small team that was comprised of CID, MPs, and a unit security manager. The team specifically made sure no classified date, weapons, ammunition or other critical item was left behind. When the facility was cleared by the inspection team it was called into the command staff at which point the building would be shaded in with a red permanent marker. Throughout the day buildings started to get shaded in, the speed of them being checked off picked up like an avalanche. At first the calls would come in ones and twos, by the time the initial convoys had departed the command staff was having to keep a running list to work off.
The next big stage in the evacuation occurred at 0100 or 1 in the morning when three Texas National Guard C5 Galaxies landed at McChord. The main cargo deck could normally carry 30 108” by 88” cargo pallets capable of holding 10,000lbs of material each. Instead these three C5s had been loaded with 20 specially designed “seat kits” which were normal cargo pallets with 3 rows of 5 airline seats bolted to them. Each of these aircraft came prepared to move 373 passengers between the seat kits and the C5’s built in passenger cabin that held 73 people, plus all their bags and other gear. The assistance from the Texas National Guard had been sent under the cover of a monthly “Training Mission” at the behest of Senator Hale.
The C5s combined with McChords C17 squadrons allowed the base to move thousands of civilian personnel per hour, plus bags and equipment.
As the Army continued its mission on their side of the base the Air Force was operating in what would appear to be chaos to those who were not familiar with high tempo operations. Decades of deployments to the Middle East had prepared a large bulk of the maintenance and logistics crews who were hit the hardest. The flight line alone appeared to be an accident away from catastrophe at any minute. Vehicles of all shapes and sizes transported flight crews, load teams, maintenance personnel, generators, stands and a myriad of equipment that looked like it better served in a scifi film. Each squadron managed their part of the equation in the best manner they could to ensure flights were ready to leave in a timely manner.
As the vehicles seemed to fill the flight line they weaved between parked aircraft to complete their tasks, exhausted Airmen taking their task to heart as they kept awake with nicotine and caffeine. Colonel Fisher stood behind her squadron’s operation center windows, observing the view and listening to the distinct sounds of her specialized cargo loaders rev up while driving to and from the planes. Her Airmen, NCOs and Officers all working well past the typical 12 hour shift. Bags were loaded onto cargo pallets as passengers were manifested for flights, the pallets then tied down and secured with nets and straps to be taken to the assigned plane by forklift. During normal operations the squadron would have maybe two of the big 60k “Tunner” loaders running but now all 8 were moving plus a 45-year-old 40,000lb capacity “40K” loader that one of her civilian personnel knew how to operate. The 62 Aerial Port Squadron was operating at a speed and workload it hadn’t seen since the launch of Operation Iraqi Freedom, the only way they were able to keep their mission going was with the help of over a hundred volunteers from around the base that provided invaluable help.
Colonel Fisher tapped the shoulder of one of her senior operations controllers. “Sergeant Snyder where is that 60K going?”
Technical Sergeant Snyder looked up from her computer screen where she was tracking flight mission statuses and gave a curious look. Before reaching for her radio base station microphone. “Tunner 6, ATOC.”
No reply
“TUNNER 6, COME IN PLEASE.”
No reply.
“Any personnel in vicinity of parking spot 412 please make contact with Tunner 6 and report back, ASAP.”
“ATOC this is PAX 3, I’m right by there and see the Tunner, standby.”
Colonel Fisher and TSgt Snyder watched as a pickup truck broke the 15 mph flightline speed limit to catch up to the long and flat cargo loader that was steadily heading towards a parked C17. When the truck was parallel to the loader’s cab the driver laid into the horn which resulted in the loader and truck both coming to a quick halt as brakes were slammed on. Both driver and passenger of the pickup exited their truck, as the driver of the loader did as well.
“ATOC, PAX 3.”
“Go Ahead.”
“ATOC the driver was asleep behind the wheel; my passenger is licensed and will proceed with driving the Tunner to its aircraft.”
“Copy that PAX 3, well done.”
Colonel Fisher reached forward for the radio.
“PAX 3 this is PORT 1, Please bring that driver with you and come up to ATOC.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Snyder didn’t say it but she was thinking what everyone else was that heard the incident… that guy is fucked.
The APS commander continued to observe the operations being conducted while she waited for the arrival of the driver that had fallen asleep. “Good job on that Snyder. Keep up the work.”
Passenger service vehicle 3 arrived at the same time the Captain in charge of the Ramp services did. Colonel Fisher watched as Captain Santiago said a few brief words to his driver before they all head up the stairs to the second-floor office that was all windows and managed the entire flight line side of cargo and passenger operations for the Port.
Airman First Class Mark Rhor walked directly to the Commander, and stopped three paces away, rendering a salute. “Airman Rhor Reports as ordered Ma’am.”
Colonel Fisher returned the salute. “At ease Airman Rhor. What happened out there sone?”
“Ma’am I felt a little tired when my Tunner was being loaded but figured I’d be alright. I nodded off while driving Ma’am. I know I messed up Colonel and am ready to accept the punishment.”
Colonel Fisher raised an eyebrow and leaned in. Airman Rhor looked like a bag of stomped ass. His uniform was dirty and wrinkled, he needed a shave, smelled like shit and had bags under his bloodshot eyes.
“How long have you been up Rhor?”
“32 hours Ma’am.”
“32 hours straight? Working?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“What in the hell for?”
A1C Rhor stood taller and looked his Commanding officer in the eyes. “Ma’am, the job needs to be done. I’m night shift and everything was so busy I just stuck around to help days and before I knew it my shift rolled back around.”
“Captain where you aware of this?”
“I was aware that my guys and gals are pulling past 12-hour shifts but not this much. Rhor how many night shifters pulled a full day?”
“Half of us Captain.”
“How the hell did I not know this?”
“Sir, we didn’t want you to get busted for us trying to accomplish the mission so we stayed on the flight line.”
Captain Santiago threw his hands up. “Dude! How the hell am I supposed to make sure ya’ll are alright if I don’t know you guys are pulling this shit?”
Colonel Fisher interrupted. “Airman Rhor we appreciate your dedication but I would rather delay a plane than lose one of you to an avoidable accident. You are not in trouble.. this time. I want you and anyone else who stayed all day to get some damned rest. Captain Santiago find a spot that your drivers can sleep if needed. The evacuation is critical but so are our people.”
“Yes Colonel.”
The three stood in front of their commander waiting to see if there was anything else.
With a smile Colonel Fisher got them moving. “Go one you guys. Damn”.
The flight line continued to be a flurry of activity, her folks continued to bust their asses, and the Colonel wondered if anyone knew she had been up for the past 72 hours straight. Her reverie was broken by the sound of Chief Davis’ voice behind her. “Ma’am…. Forgive me but you might want to catch some shut-eye for a few hours as well.”
“Chief… I hate to say it but you’re right. I’ll tell you what, wake me up at 0400 please.”
“Will do Colonel.”
15 minutes later she laid down on the floor of her office, using her uniform top as a pillow and smiled as the sound of the first aircraft’s engines spun up to achieve takeoff speed, then began its powerful progression down the runway and into the sky only to be followed by three more C17s.
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Post by darkwolf on Jun 12, 2018 13:41:19 GMT -6
I was on the receiving end of the evac for Mount Pinotubo here at McChord. Lets just say I hate paper work.
I have pulled a 32hr shift and that was after giving blood. We were receiving the wounded from Beirut.
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Post by 2t2crash on Jun 12, 2018 17:32:05 GMT -6
I was on the receiving end of the evac for Mount Pinotubo here at McChord. Lets just say I hate paper work. I have pulled a 32hr shift and that was after giving blood. We were receiving the wounded from Beirut. When I was a young Airman one of my SSgts was there during the evac, he said it was exhilarating, exhausting and very damn interesting trying to keep looters off the base towards the end. Apparently the K-9 dogs had multiple confirmed kills at the end.
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Post by 9idrr on Jun 12, 2018 20:36:01 GMT -6
Not nothin' like a little organized chaos, huh?
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Post by texican on Jun 12, 2018 23:19:34 GMT -6
My muse was being a stubborn bastard for a bit so I fed him some whiskey.
Now 2t2, whiskey will help depending on how much whiskey you drink....
Thanks for the chapter....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Jun 23, 2018 1:08:21 GMT -6
Sorry for the delay, here's the next chapter.
20. Three days after their arrival, the McCoy clan had already established a semi-functional camp. We had moved a few boulders that were placed across an old access road a decade before as an effective traffic block when the state had closed that section down. The road led down into a heavily wooded valley with a small river run through it. While the river wasn’t really any good for fishing it provided us with the most essential requirement for life: water. Our trailers and vehicles were parked in an orderly fashion and tents were erected as well, nothing had been placed half-hazard as we had chosen a spot that was flat but well covered with trees save for a small clearing in one spot halfway down the five-mile-long valley. It was a spot many of us had hiked to during hunting season just to see the old hand cut log cabin that had been built over 75 years ago when the land was used by cattle herders.
The overhead cover from the trees made it difficult to see our encampment, plus provided shade from the summer heat and the heavy snow during the winter. I say heavy snow but it maybe got two or three feet of buildup during the winter. We are from the rainy side of the state, not the snowy side. We had established a couple of observation posts on the ridges that overlooked the only two roads into the area. Any vehicle spotted coming up from the south would still have a 45 minute drive up to us, 30 minutes if they were hauling ass and knew the terrain. The main gate in the game fence was a mile away from the first OP and while it was clear sight for our guys on spotting scopes anyone coming in would have no chance of picking out the shelter we had built in the shale ridge’s side. Rather than rely on battery powered radios that had trouble reaching certain spots in the canyons Brad had us run cable for some very old hand crank field phones that he had for some reason. With the old field phones, you’d pick up the receiver and make a few turns on a hand reel on the side of the phone, it’d send the electrical pulse to the radio on the other end of the line and cause it to ring, and vice versa. This provided us secure communication that could not be intercepted and wouldn’t run out of power.
One of our primary tents was an older surplus military metal framed canvas tent designed to hold a dozen cots and troops, we had set this up as our TOC, or Tactical Operations Center. Within the TOC Brad had established a communications center that contained all of our radio assets to include our small walkie talkies, our satellite phone from the military, his homemade military communications base, the field phone base station plus a few other bits and pieces of electronics that he and Uncle Leo had been messing around with. It was my turn to man the base station that was wired to both field phones when we had our first visitors come through the gates get called in. The muted rattle of the field phone from OP1 had startled me while I was reading a US Army field manual on booby traps from 1965. I picked up the field phone and held the push to talk button. “Send it.”
“Base, OP One, I have a SALUTE report.”
“Copy OP One, proceed.”
“Size: two vehicles 8 individuals total, Activity: Heading into AO moving approx. 5 mph, Location: main road just past game fence gate, Uniform: appears mix of County Sherriff and US Army, Time: now, Equipment: one soft top Humvee, one Bronco, four long arms visible, one pintle mounted light machinegun, not loaded but box in place. How Copy?.”
“Base Copies, do they appear hostile?”
“Negative.”
“Copy, also I know what the hell SALUTE stands for Corey, I don't need you to tell me every damn section title.”
“I know that dickhead, I’m teaching your boy.”
“Got it. I’ll pass the info up to Uncle. Base Out.”
I leaned back in the metal fold up chair and looked down the tent to see who was there and found who I wanted. Uncle Leo was sitting at a table with Uncle Bill going over a list of what we had built and what still needed to be accomplished. I hated to interrupt but it needed to be done. “Uncle Leo, OP One just called in. We have the country Sheriff’s truck and an Army Humvee starting up the ridge, all armed but not appearing hostile.”
Uncle Leo looked up at me and spoke in his normally loud voice. “Okay Jim. Well Wire, shall we round up a couple of the kids and meet them on the ridge?”
Uncle Bill just smiled. “Why the hell not.”
“Jim, call up Matt and Jake on the PA, tell em to get their gear and get over here.”
“Sure thing Uncle.”
Brad had also installed a couple of small speakers on the outside of the tent that we could use to spread information out to the group as necessary, or call people to the tent. Matt and Jake were on standby status at the moment, which meant they were neither on Observation Post duty nor on one of the roving patrols but were expected to be close by and ready to react to a call if needed. I grabbed the base station microphone and switched the channel to PA.
“Matt, Jake, report to the TOC please.”
The two old men finished their cups of coffee and walked over to the weapon racks. Uncle Leo carried a simple backpack and his hunting rifle, while Bill put on his old ass combat vest and shouldered a battered M16A1 he had picked up off one of the FFACA we had killed at the ambush days before.
I figured I’d take a moment to razz the men while I could. “Are you sure that stuff isn’t too heavy for you guys? I’d hate for you to turn an ankle or break a hip so heavily laden.”
Bill with his sharp wits was the first to retort. “I might be old, but I can still out hike your broken back having ass.”
Uncle Leo just opted to smack me upside the back of the head as he passed by heading out the door. “Shuttup ChairForce! Damn kids these days, no respect!”
The two chuckled as they left.
I continued to read the old field manual, taking notes and highlighting interesting traps that might be useful in the future. In what seemed no time at all my radio was blaring at me with the voice of our appointed leader.
“Base, Castle One”
“Go ahead”
“Get Brad the nerd in there, have him dial in the radio receiver for broadcast and get everyone circled around the TOC. We’ll be there shortly.”
“Copy.”
Uncle Leo’s voice had an uncommon sense of urgency to it that caused the hair to stand on the back of my neck. What the hell could the Sherriff have said to get Leo so spun up and want all the compound together to hear? Closing my field manual, I grabbed the microphone for the PA system again.
“Attention: All personnel meet outside the TOC for an announcement from Leo, per his request. Brad report to the TOC for technical reasons. TOC Out.”
I could hear the chatter increase as everyone started to come to the gathering area. We had made a half circle of benches that were five rows deep by cutting fallen trees in half lengthwise and resting them on two rounds from cut trees. This provided enough room for almost everyone to be able to sit and be able to hear any speaker that needed to address the group.
Brad came busting in without so much as a hello. “What’d you break?!”
“nothing, Uncle Leo needs you to find a radio station and set it to the PA so everyone can hear it, he sounded a bit off so I’m guessing find a news source of some sort.”
“The f***? You couldn’t do that?”
“He asked for you, so I rang. Just find something please.”
Our conversation was shortened by the sound of three vehicles pulling into the area outside the TOC and shutting down engines. The talking outside has drawn down to a whisper as he walked into the tent. “Jim get the OPs on the field phones and hot mic them so they can hear got it?”
“Okay.”
“Brad do you have something for me?”
“Yes, it’s a local talk show channel that gives news, its set to the external speakers so everyone can hear it as soon as I un mute it.
“Good, be ready to play it when I tell you.” With that he walked outside to talk with the clan gathered outside.
“Everyone listen up! Sheriff Moorhead and our friends from the Ft. Lewis SF unit came up here for a couple of different announcements, both critical. In two minutes we will hear a radio broadcast that is set to play around the region then our guests will address us in matters pertaining to the news. Keep quiet please so we can all hear what is going to be said. Brad go ahead and put it on.”
The PA jumped to life louder than expected, causing multiple groans and more than a few strings of curses sent my brother’s way before he had the volume adjusted. “… with all this craziness going on. Once again, you’re listening to KIRO 97.3 FM, thank you for tuning into the Dori show and we are about to cut to a live press conference coming out of Dallas Texas being delivered by Senator Nick Hale, please stand by…
My fellow Americans it is with a troubled yet steady heart that you are being addressed right now. I stand in front of you right now not as just as an elected representative of the state of Texas, not just as the Minority Speaker of congress, but as a truly concerned and outraged American. I’m outraged with the gross overreach our president and her cabinet has shown over these last few years, as well as with what the nation has become in the last few decades. No longer are we a nation of freedom, liberty, or equality. The ambitious drive and American tenacity to strive to achieve the best has been pushed aside and replaced with a desire to take from those who do, and give to those who will not. Charity and good will for people in need has been replaced with mandated taxation for a social aid program that is used to reward individuals who refuse to be productive.
Our very constitutionally guaranteed and protected rights have been axed by the government so that it may gain a level of control and power that the Executive Branch was never intended to have. No longer is everyone truly allowed to exercise their freedom of speech and press. No longer are citizens able to keep and bear arms. No longer is the citizen population protected from military involvement in policing matters. And no longer are our citizens given the right to innocence until proven guilty.
The Senate Majority have willfully swiped aside the rights and protections that you as Americans are afforded so that they could turn our Republic into a socialist controlled nation. They have put themselves in a position of power that allows them to punish or ignore the large chunk of the nation that does not agree with their views.
Well no more.
On this day I stand here not as a Senator of the United States of America, but as a founding member of a new nation. At this moment I am announcing to not only the North American continent, but to the world that the Free American Federation is standing tall today. A nation that holds and respects the governmental design of the founding fathers of America so many years ago. The government will be one of checks and balances, will be one of respect and dignity to ALL citizens, and will be one that will not tolerate any assault on our people.
Our borders have been established by representatives of many US States who have joined together to form the Constitutional Congress that has set us on the path to where we are today. We are hereby announcing that the following states and partial regions hereby secede from the United States. South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia, Indiana, Missouri Louisiana, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Arizona, plus Eastern Washington and Oregon as divided by the Cascade mountains.
Any individuals who do not desire to live within the FAF will be allowed to leave freely at any time. Anyone who desires to relocate to the Free America may do so and be accepted with open arms.
To all who consider attacking the Free American Federation: ANY aggressive action against us will be considered an act of war which will be responded to with a fast and furious response. The bulk of the former American Military might has freely chosen to join us. Make no mistake, we are a combat ready and nuclear equipped nation. Thankyou, and God Bless us all.”
Stunned silence was all there was around camp after Brad shut the radio off. The need to digest and process what we had heard tugged at all of us. The news was not unwelcome, just unexpected and momentous. Uncle Leo broke us all from our reverie.
“Listen up, because that is only the half of it. Up first is Captain Nieves and newly promoted Master Sergeant Caldwell. Gentlemen if you please.” Uncle Leo gave the two soldiers the floor and took a few steps back, listening with one ear and deep in thought with the other as the Captain began.
“Ladies, Gentlemen… you have all just heard the political side of things, now for the military side as it pertains to you. JBLM is no more. We evacuated then destroyed the key structures and runway and have established bases and outposts on this side of the mountains. The closest installation for you is newly established Camp Petry, located in the Yakima Training grounds. What the newly established Free American government has tasked of our commander General Moore is that he run the defense of our borders here in Eastern Washington. To do that we are going to need help where we can get it. General Moore sent us as representatives with this offer: The McCoys become Eastern Washington’s 1st Mountain Minute Men, charged with defending Salmon Pass and the surrounding areas from any acts of aggression from that area. This will allow you all to continue to do what you are already capable of without being federal forces. Not to be a dick, but most of you are all unable to rejoin active duty due to injuries or age. This will also allow Camp Petry to provide support without stepping on anyone’s crank.”
Rich stood up and spoke out, obviously pissed. “What’s the real catch Captain? We get to worry about the Green Weenie trying to take over when they need us? Are we just your cannon fodder to delay incoming armies while Big Green takes its sweet ass time getting rolling and responding to a threat? We don’t need to be a big ass target just so you can leave our asses hanging in the breeze because politics or ROE say your hands are tied. “SORRY” don’t cut it for our families if we get fucked up and we’ve already proven we can handle our own without being given an official like name.” As Rich spoke I could see him tense up, his hands balled into fists and a fire started to burn in his eyes. I walked up to my friend and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him and quietly spoke.
“Brother, let’s take a walk real quick.”
His head snapped from the Captain to focus on me, the fire starting to die.
“Trust me.”
With a deep inhale and exhale he shook his hands and then his head. “I’m good man. Seriously. Thanks.”
Rich and I had been friends for a long time and relied on each other to keep our anxiety in check and to look out for one another, it had become second nature for us to see when the other was starting to get spun up and how to defuse the blindsiding emotions that could take over. If I’d have told him to relax it probably would have ended in a fist fight between us. With a couple pats to his shoulder it was time to listen to the response.
To my surprise Caldwell looked at his Company Commander and essentially dismissed him before stepping forward. These SF guys were something else.
“Rich, right? We haven’t met but I’ve read every one of you guys’ military files. I know what you went through, and this isn’t like that. Here’s the deal in a more down to earth level… you say yes, the US Army provides you all with weapons, munitions, provisions and training. I’ve already requested my team be attached to you guys. You’re all killers but there’s room for improvement in anything. Your beat to shit 240 I know you pulled off the FFACA vehicle gets replaced with something new, you get equipped with standard weapons like 40milimeter launchers, SAWs and 240 Limas for platoons plus heavier shit like Mah Deuces and mortars for defense. Rather than ANFO IEDs you will have C4 and landmines. Shit like that. I would not throw my hat in for and with you guys if I didn’t think it was the right place to be. And one other thing: It was my recommendation to the General that put the offer on the table. If you all don’t want it there will be absolutely no hard feelings but truth be told we need you even though the pass is right at our doorstep.”
Uncle Leo stepped forward and looked at the two Soldiers. “Can you give us a day or two to decide, plus a frequency to call you on?”
“Sure, and just use your satellite phone.”
“Forgot about that.” Leo turned back towards the assembled group of family and friends. “Think on that bit and we’ll reconvene and vote on it. For the record I agree. Next my old friend Sheriff Moorhead has an offer as well. Sam.”
The Sheriff stepped up and cleared his throat. “I know that’s a hard decision and I also know it’s one you have to make with your families. If you accept the offer then please consider what the town is ready to do to support you. We have men and women who want to join and help and would if you accept and train them. Also the town has houses, schools and necessities for living that your families and children will need but cannot get out here. Let us provide it for you by opening vacant homes for your non-combatants to stay in and let us educate and protect your little ones. By doing this we can take a load off your backs and help you focus on what you need to. This comes from the city council and they decided it the day you all drove into town after the battle at Salmon Pass.”
Uncle Leo thanked our visitors and gave them a handshake. Master Sergeant Caldwell opted to stay with us. As the guests loaded into their vehicles our group broke up, families heading off to discuss what we needed to discuss. I had already made up my mind.
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Post by texican on Jun 23, 2018 23:22:09 GMT -6
Our borders have been established by representatives of many US States who have joined together to form the Constitutional Congress that has set us on the path to where we are today. We are hereby announcing that the following states and partial regions hereby secede from the United States. South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia, Indiana, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Arkansas, Texas, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Arizona, plus Eastern Washington and Oregon as divided by the Cascade mountains.
2t2,
Thanks for the chapter it is getting interesting....
Remember Okieland which is bounded by Arkansas, Kansas, and Texas....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Jun 23, 2018 23:32:15 GMT -6
Our borders have been established by representatives of many US States who have joined together to form the Constitutional Congress that has set us on the path to where we are today. We are hereby announcing that the following states and partial regions hereby secede from the United States. South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia, Indiana, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Arkansas, Texas, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho, Nevada, Arizona, plus Eastern Washington and Oregon as divided by the Cascade mountains. 2t2, Thanks for the chapter it is getting interesting.... Remember Okieland which is bounded by Arkansas, Kansas, and Texas.... Thanks, I knew I forgot one!
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Post by kaijafon on Jun 24, 2018 10:44:38 GMT -6
it's ok, you wrote my Arkansas twice and we all know Okies really want to be Arkies
hahahahahahahahaha!
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Post by pbbrown0 on Jun 24, 2018 18:04:58 GMT -6
The original boundaries of Arkansas included all of present day Arkansas and Oklahoma, except for the Oklahoma panhandle which was then part of Texas. Oklahoma was later carved off of Arkansas to make yet another 'Indian' territory that would belong to the 'Indian' tribes forever.
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Post by kaijafon on Jun 25, 2018 17:11:37 GMT -6
Just learned today about the Osage Indians and how the gov put them on their "reservation" and then oil was struck. Since the "Gov" didn't think the Indians were smart enough to manage their "headright" monies; they appointed "mentors". Do you see where this is going? Strangely enough, the Indians began to "die" or disappear but the mentors still got their headright monies. They think that 10's of thousands of Indians were killed for that money. The mentors got filthy rich off of it. Some of them were mentors for several Indians ...10 15. the headright money was about $1million per year.
so sad what men (and women) do to their fellow humans
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Post by 9idrr on Jun 25, 2018 21:02:58 GMT -6
I thought that anything south of Okieland was just considered Baja Oklahoma.
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Post by htfiremedic on Jun 25, 2018 22:17:58 GMT -6
I just caught up and can say Holy Moley! That is great writing and I loved it! Keep up the great work, at least SC is in this ride!!
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Post by texican on Jun 27, 2018 21:41:41 GMT -6
I thought that anything south of Okieland was just considered Baja Oklahoma. 9, Texican may now live in Okieland by choice, but my roots were Texas breed and raised.... Us Texicans always referred to the area below the Brazos as northern mexico and everything above the Red River as yankee land.... It just depends on your outlook on where and how you were raised.... Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Jun 28, 2018 3:34:55 GMT -6
I just caught up and can say Holy Moley! That is great writing and I loved it! Keep up the great work, at least SC is in this ride!! I'm glad you're enjoying it. It's crazy to me that my first attempt at writing is being enjoyed so much.
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Post by htfiremedic on Jun 28, 2018 9:16:28 GMT -6
Beats watching soap operas....ROFL...this is quality work, and we can relate to the characters.
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Post by texican on Jul 3, 2018 12:02:30 GMT -6
2t2,
Lets see...
Been nearly two weeks since the last feeding....
The moar hounds minds are starting to growl and we would really appreciate moar to stroke or is that stoke our brains....
Texican.... TExican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Jul 4, 2018 1:16:07 GMT -6
2t2, Lets see... Been nearly two weeks since the last feeding.... The moar hounds minds are starting to growl and we would really appreciate moar to stroke or is that stoke our brains.... Texican.... TExican.... Sorry about that, My parents came up from CA to visit for a while and the computer is in the guest room. I'll get my ass in gear on the 5th (I'm going to be busy riding my Harley and blowing shit up today, not at the same time mind you).
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Post by htfiremedic on Jul 4, 2018 6:09:48 GMT -6
The MOAR Hounds get a bit fussy, we do tend to Howl!
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Post by 2t2crash on Jul 4, 2018 9:36:32 GMT -6
The MOAR Hounds get a bit fussy, we do tend to Howl! I'm usually one of em! LOL Its humbling that ya'll are enjoying my work for sure.
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Post by htfiremedic on Jul 4, 2018 17:02:00 GMT -6
The MOAR Hounds get a bit fussy, we do tend to Howl! I'm usually one of em! LOL Its humbling that ya'll are enjoying my work for sure.
I think enjoying is a SMALL Understatement! Just sayin...
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Post by texican on Jul 4, 2018 21:48:21 GMT -6
Sorry about that, My parents came up from CA to visit for a while and the computer is in the guest room. I'll get my ass in gear on the 5th (I'm going to be busy riding my Harley and blowing shit up today, not at the same time mind you). 2t2, It is good that you got to see your parents.... Hope your 4th went well and blowing shit up meet your expectations.... The son and grandson are in Dallas, so no fireworks today, but the wife and I watched Yankee Doodle Dandy and 1776 a semi-musical about the making and signing of our Deceleration of Independence.... The beginnings of our America.... Praise be to God and to these brave American Patriots for our America.... Texican...
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Post by 2t2crash on Jul 5, 2018 23:36:55 GMT -6
short chapter, writing more.
21. North West Regional Director Mendez’ Office Seattle, Cascadia USSA
Director Mendez paced in front of a large map of what was once the State of Washington. It had been two weeks since the proclamation of secession by that treasonous redneck from Texas. Less than three days after the announcement of secession President Clampton had moved to make the remaining states what they should have been; a series of regional territories ruled under a proper government and properly renamed as the United Socialist States of America. Mendez was rewarded for his support and loyalty with the leadership of what an area that spanned from the Pacific Ocean in the West, to the Cascades in the East, from the Canadian border in the north clear down to the old California/Oregon border. This new region was then renamed Cascadia.
With this region Mendez had control of rich natural resources, a large population of supporters plus a nice long stretch of Interstate 5. The mass relocation of JBLM had infuriated the director to the point that he not only fired his chief of intelligence, but Mendez also had him executed for his failure to foresee the event. Though JBLM and the Naval assets in the Puget Sound had managed to escape, Mendez still had control of the bases, naval mothball fleet in Bremerton, as well as an Air Guard fighter wing out of Portland that was loyal to the USSA.
While the disappearing act of the units from JBLM had been a kick in the junk to Mendez, the thorough destruction had been like twisting a blade that had already hit him in the back. Repairs to the runway would take months to complete and most key facilities had been completely leveled, the ones that remained were being repurposed for a new use. In her wisdom President Clampton had enacted a draft, allowing the regional directors to create an army of able bodied citizens between the ages of 18 and 26. Mendez smiled as he thought of his army being trained on the ashes of Joint Base Lewis-McChord, now named Camp Lenin. Mendez had ordered the statue of Lenin that had been in Seattle for decades be moved to the gates of the new training base as inspiration to the new recruits.
The last count that had been reported was a thousand recruits in the first phase of training, so willing was the populace of Cascadia to get back at the Free American Federation and the traitorous scum that lived there that Mendez hadn’t need to even consider drafting people yet. In six weeks’ time he would have 1,000 trained soldiers, plus another thousand every two weeks after. The armored units would take an extra month to train, plus other specialty units. Mendez’s plan was to immediately start sending waves of soldiers into the main routes through the Cascade Mountains. He wanted to take back Eastern Washington and prove his worth to the President. Mendez’s plan was simple: send as many bodies at the passes as possible and slowly bleed out the defenders until they were too weak or disenfranchised to resist. It had worked for his idols during the Korean and Vietnam conflict, and it would work for him even if it took tens of thousands of lives to accomplish his goal. Like Stalin had said: “A single death is a tragedy, A million deaths is a statistic”.
As Mendez stared at the map and chuckled to himself he was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
The door opened to reveal his body guards, along with two scantily clad women… it truly was good to be the king he thought. Power, Women, and anything else he wanted… and he had it all brought to him in his new office at the top of the Space Needle.
“Ah yes… ladies good evening.” Mendez spread his arms in a welcoming gesture and smiled a toothy, evil grin that instantly made the ladies uncomfortable. They had no clue what had happened to the last female visitors he had up there, if they had known they would have tried to run.
“Thankyou gentlemen, I’ll give you a call when I am done with them”. The thing about the top of the Space Needle was that nobody could see or hear the violence and perversion that went on up there, which is exactly what Emanuel Mendez wanted.
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