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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 12, 2022 16:02:21 GMT -6
Chapter 79
"I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."
Active and retired military personnel who take an oath to support the Constitution of the United States against ALL enemies FOREIGN and DOMESTIC have an obligation and a duty to only obey LAWFUL orders and indeed have an obligation to disobey UNLAWFUL orders, including orders by the president that do not comply with the UCMJ. The moral and legal obligation is to the U.S. Constitution and not to those who would issue unlawful orders, especially if those orders are in direct violation of the Constitution and the UCMJ.
Jack and Jeremy made their last run to Mist, Arkansas to take components to get that site back online. The EMP attack had taken the site out of commission and now it had been upgraded and hardened. With the help of trusted assets, it was now in better shape than before. Another node that could take over under critical situations had been re-established.
The repercussions on the hit in Washington were…well, there were none. The authorities had nowhere to point fingers. The FBI made accusations of “Domestic Terrorists” but their generalization of the term would cover millions of Americans within the continental United States yet had no one to point fingers at. Even FBI agents were resigning because of the extra-legal political tactics of the once revered law enforcement organization.
Brian had to stop by and pick up the new grandmother on his way to bring Jenna and the twins home from the hospital. He had the baby seats installed in the new Suburban he had bought the day before. He had seen new mothers, and grandmothers and it was a major event going from point A to point B; diaper bags, strollers portable beds, extra this and extra that. He decided to get ahead of the game and bought the vehicle and removed the rear bench seat, giving them plenty of room. They went to Jenna’s room just as the nurses brought the babies back in. Jenna took Abbie in her arms and Sally took Jeremy in hers and a nurse pushed Jenna in the wheel chair. Brian went ahead of them and brought the truck up to the portico. Brian secured Jeremy into his carrier an helped Jenna into the passenger seat while Sally got Abbie secured in her carrier. Sally sat next to the sleeping babies and Brian took them home.
All they needed was bunting and a fire truck to have had a celebration when they arrived home. Joe, Dave, Jeremy, Beth, Freya, Faith, Hiram and Millie were all waiting on the proud new family’s arrival. Brian had set up to foldaway bassinets in the Great Room before he left and they placed the still sleeping babies down in them. “Pinch them and wake them up.” Jeremy said.
“DON’T YOU DARE JEREMY CASSIDY!” Sally cried.
“Anyone want coffee?” Brian asked.
“Could I have a cup of tea? Jenna asked.
“Certainly. Anyone else?”
The men and women declined, the men went outside. Brian made the tea for Jenna and went outside and found the men gathered on the patio.
“….finally got him into the boat and weighed him…five pounds.” Hiram said, grinning.
“Did you eat him?” Joe asked.
“Nah. I released him. Now if it had been crappie, they woulda been in a pan last night.”
“You catching all the bass at the lake, Hiram?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, but I release them. Too fishy tastin’ to me.”
“Soak them in milk.” Dave said.
“I’ll try that.”
“I got ta head for the hangar. There’s a fuel delivery later this morning.” Dave said.
“I’ll handle the gate, Dave.” Joe said.
The two left leaving Brian, Jeremy and Hiram.
“Well, I need to get home too.” Hiram said.
“I’ll make sure Sally gets home.” Brian said.
Hiram chuckled. “I’d worry about getting her to leave.”
Hiram got in his truck and left.
“Everything good down south?” Brian asked.
“Up and running. The towns are coming back on line. The governor and the National Guard have been doing a hell of a job.”
“Did you plant the same corn you did last year? That was really good!” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah, and planted double this year. I think there’s a few packages left in the freezer if you want to take some with you.”
“I think I will and I think I’ll make use of this down time and go catch some of those bass. Fresh fish and corn on the cob sounds good.”
“I’ll get you the corn.”
“Are we still going to Fort Smith tomorrow?” Faith asked.
“Sure. Do Freya and Jason want to go?”
“No, but she gave me a list of a few things she wanted.”
“What do you have on your list?”
Faith handed him the printed sheet.
“Canned Tuna, Canned Fruits, Peanut Butter, Coffee, Corn Oil, Tea, Ramen Noodles, Popcorn, Vegetable Oil, Rolled Oats, Crackers, Jell-O or Pudding Mix, Instant Potato Flakes, Olive Oil, Chick and Beef Bouillon Cubes, Toilet Paper, Safeguard and Dove Soap Bars, Multi-Vitamins, Band-Aids and Peroxide. I think you can maybe find it at Bass Pro, but I want to keep a stock of the Scent-A-Way bath and laundry soaps also to wash my hunting clothes in.”
“I think instead of tracking it down, why not just order it off of Amazon. They have dryer sheets too.” Faith replied.
“Yeah, do that. Is this everything?”
“Other than toilet paper, paper towels and other paper goods I buy a little more of each time.”
“Okay, I’ll go check the tires on the trailer and hook it up for in the morning.”
Jack clicked the mic butt and the lights came on. He could feel the slight crosswind and applied a little rudder and reduced the throttle to 65 knots. The plane touched down just past the threshold lights and quickly slowed. Turning around in front of the already rising net, he shut down the engine. Dave raised the hangar door and brought the towbar and Gator to back the plane in.
“Good flight?” Dave asked.
“Boring if anything. It would be nice if I had one of those Sky Wardens and could take it to a few.”
“Dream on. This is supposed to be low intensity. Come on in. I’ve got fried catfish I’m getting ready to cook and cold beer.”
“Let me put my bag away and I’ll be right over.”
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Post by gipsy on Aug 12, 2022 17:59:20 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by udwe on Aug 12, 2022 19:29:10 GMT -6
Thank you!
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Post by freebirde on Aug 12, 2022 20:59:30 GMT -6
If your dehydrated/freeze dried potatoes are completely dry, you can run them through your grain mill to make potato flour or graduals. This can be used to make quick mash potatoes, added to flour to stretch the flour or reduce the gluten, or thicken or extend soups and stews.
Other dried food can be ground to help make baby food or food for people with dental problems. While not as good as using a blender, it is better than using a mortar and pestle when you have no power.
If you have the money and space, have two set up. One set to grind grain. The other set up to run other foods. Don't forget to have spare parts for both.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 13, 2022 17:07:27 GMT -6
Chapter 80
While the liberal politicians were hunkering down behind their desks in fear, the Counterintelligence Division of Homeland Security had been at work. They were plotting to hit some targets themselves. The Cyberwar Element of the Organization was right there with them. Here and there, a critical server would go there, and small things were done that kept certain offices puzzled at the collected information. The half-dozen targets they did have were nowhere innocent but they had nothing to do with the Organization. Before the printed orders went out, servers were hacked and the primary target addresses were changed enough as not to give away any real changes. The information was handed off to their elements who would have the job of rounding up the unsuspecting supporters of the progressives the Assault Elements considered Domestic Terrorists.
Two separate biased TV crews were given exclusive privileges to be on hand to film the first take down in the early morning hours and the raid went downhill from the first moment of execution. Not knowing what was going on, the businessman’s armed security guards fired on the people sneaking over the wall of the 4 acre walled estate. Upon receiving fire, the assault teams immediately returned fire with automatic weapons to which the security guards switched to automatic weapons also. Since there had been no prior coordination with local law enforcement, all of a sudden the government agents were caught in between the local police and the target. By the time the screwup was ironed out, it was too late to keep two local police officers from being wounded, three federal agents from being killed, a cameraman seriously injured and the home left on fire. Because of the traffic jam of government vehicles on the scene and respondent’s vehicles, the house was completely engulfed by the time the fire trucks got into action. The family did escape unscathed through a tunnel from their saferoom. The entire action was caught on cameras of the crews that were remotely broadcasting the events as they happened.
It didn’t catch many people by surprise of the horrific screwup,, after all, the police were constantly getting the wrong house address and innocent people were killed.
“Well, that went well last night.” Joe said.
“Yeah, but it was close. It’s a good thing the Jacobs followed their security plan. We didn’t want any family members hurt.”
“What’s next?”
“Well, we won’t use that trick for a while or they will catch on we’ve hacked them. We’ll just monitor and adjust the chess pieces and look for another gambit.” Jeremy replied.
Getting up every two to three hours was tiring but Brian gladly did it. The first sounds from one if the twins would have Brian out of the bed checking the diaper then handing the baby off to Jenna for feeding. Brian was beginning to see why Jenna had stockpiled all those diapers and baby wipes. The first thing he did the next morning was take the diaper pail to the incinerator and burn them. Jenna wasn’t surprised at Brian’s actions the first night the babies were home. The first thing he did before they went to bed was fill a newly purchased, double walled steel carafe with ice and water and sat it on her night stand with a glass. He helped her rub lotion on and made sure she was comfortable before he prepared for bed. Even then, the very last thing he did was go over and check the two babies before he got into bed.
Chase and Faith finished their run and were cooling down in the yard. They walked over to the greenhouse and checked the soil moisture and started the manure tea drip.
“I need to trim some of this basil and rosemary and get it dried.” Faith said.
“What about the oregano?”
“I’ll let it grow another week or two.
“Why did you plant the Laurel Bay in a container in a container instead of outside?”
“It would survive farther south of here but the last couple winters we had, well, I was afraid it would die from the cold. I could pick a few leaves off it to dry too.”
“The corn is looking good.”
“Yeah.” Chase said, walking over to their big garden. Reaching down, he felt the bean pod then stood up. The butter beans will be ready before long.”
“I need to get more pint jars. I want to put up most of our stuff in pints since it’s just the two of us.” Faith said.
“Do we need to order them?” Chase asked.
“No, Harps carries more cases than normal this time of the year and so does the Farmer’s CO-OP.”
“I think I can leave the chicken tractor one more day where it is.” Chase said.
Faith and Chase, instead of building a stationary chicken coop, built a chicken tractor instead. They could move it around the property and not worry about cleaning out a coop. He had built the floor of wire mesh covered with two sheets of linoleum covered plywood that were hinged. To clean it, all he had to do was lift it up take a wide blade scraper and scrape the poop on the ground through the screen. It was big enough to hold all the chickens they needed for eggs and meat. Every two or three days, Chase would hook the portable chicken coop to the PTO on his tractor, pick it up and move it to a new location. This left all the manure behind to fertilize the grass.
They had built the tractor starting with a couple of 16” steel wheels and an axle from some farm implement they found when cleaning up the equipment barn. Using an old Dodge truck frame, Faith cut it to size and attached the axle and wheels and made a 3-point hitch on the front. Chase had built a chicken coop over the wheels big enough to hold 15 chickens and built what looked like a small high tunnel and put wire on it, covering the pen and coop with tin roofing that they had saved from a shed demolition. Adding a feeder and a waterer, they purchased some good layers and were in business. When Chase got ready to move the tractor, he would go out early, close the ramp before the chickens came out of the coop, which also served as the door for the coop, then moved the whole kit and kaboodle to a new location, usually just beyond the footprint of the old location. They were going to help Jason and Freya build one like it as soon as they could scrounge the wheels and an axle.
Chase and Faith rode out to the chicken tractor in the Gator, carrying fresh water and feed. They didn’t feed them much, didn’t have to. The chickens would clean up every bug and worm to be found and eat the grass too. They did need watering most every day though. Faith had her egg basket with her and gathered eggs while Chase handled the feeding and watering.
Able, one of the wood cutting crew, came to Brian and asked Brian’s permission to build a couple of charcoal kilns over in a clearing near Brush Creek. They had wood that would rot before it could ever use and there was a market for natural charcoal used by traditionalists that was competitive with the pressed sawdust commonly found in supermarkets and big box stores. Brian thought it was a good idea and footed the startup of the Washita Charcoal Company for a percentage of the production. Charcoal would last in storage and also had other uses like absorbing moisture content and sweetening compost pits. The first thing they did was take the tractors and clear the area with the blades to prevent a fire hazard.
Hiram managed to find Jason a broken steel spoke wagon gear that Faith easily made weld repairs to and reinforced the frame. Jason and Chase built the coop and framed everything in then covered it with wire and more of the tin roofing from Chase’s shed salvage. The small coop that Jason had built was converted to raising rabbits.
Beth landed on Bayou Lacombe, St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana with no problem. The wind was blowing a bit but she had no problem keeping the plane aligned. She had been sent to bring out a couple of people before the early season Category 3 hurricane arrived. The concrete structure should have no problem surviving up to a Category 5 storm but they weren’t going to gamble the lives of the two very important people in the organization. The two met the plane at the dock and secured the plane then loaded the four suitcases they would have to live out of for who knew how long. The building might survive but they wouldn’t know until later if any debris would clog the bayou. After getting the bags secured, Beth and the woman got in and the man untied the lines and pushed the plane off, then jumped on the pontoon and climbed into the plane, securing the door. Beth started the engine, taxied out into the center of the bayou and turned into the wind. The winds were blowing a little harder from the southeast so Beth had to apply a little more rudder. Beth turned the plane around to the right, allowing the wind to assist in the turn and lined up on a distant point. She accelerated and watching her speed, kept the plane on the water, even though it wanted to break contact, until she reached optimum takeoff speed. Once the water had released its grip, Beth turned slightly to get the winds directly behind her. Once she reached cruise speed she turned on a heading for Cooper Lake State Park.
Brian came in from tending the horses. He had saddled them one at a time and rode them for an hour each. After exercising and grooming them he was going to start supper.
“What are you doing?” Brian said, seeing Jenna cooking at the stove.
“Duh! I’m cooking.”
“Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Brian, yes, I am a little sore but I won’t heal any quicker sitting around. A little exercise will help me heal quicker. I’ll take breaks when I need to.”
“Okay then. Anything I can do?”
“You can start the rice. We’re having liver and onions.”
Brian added water to a pot and dropped two beef bouillon cubes in.
“The horses seem to enjoy the exercise. They both wanted to run their legs off. I gave them an extra scoop of sweet feed.”
Jenna chuckled. “You’re spoiling them. They run because they know you enjoy it, but they like that extra scoop of feed more.”
Maybe so, but I think they enjoyed the run, I know I did.
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Post by remembergoliad on Aug 13, 2022 21:12:38 GMT -6
Chapter 80
Every two or three days, Chase would hook the portable chicken coop to the PTO on his tractor... Do you mean the draft arms (three point hitch lift arms)? By about the third revolution of the PTO, the chicken tractor would be scattered all over half an acre! Great stories, all of 'em. I have a sneaking suspicion they're eventually all gonna tie in together openly. Masterful job of weaving!
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Post by gipsy on Aug 13, 2022 21:34:05 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by udwe on Aug 13, 2022 22:44:56 GMT -6
Thank you!
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 15, 2022 5:04:49 GMT -6
Chapter 81
Larry Wilson, a master of the junkyard, could build basically anything from junk. When they came to him about building them a kiln, he had no idea how a charcoal kiln worked. After some research, and he was no slouch at using modern day conveniences like a computer, Larry hoisted a “retired” 500 gallon oil tank onto his “Lazy Susan” built from scrap and cut five foot sections off the ends with a grinder with a cutting wheel. He would have used a plasma cutter but it would have obscured the cut line he had drawn. Going by pictures of commercial carbonization furnace designs, he built two kilns for the Washita Charcoal Company that he refused payment for until they proved the kilns worked and then charged them 12 bags each of 100-lb gunny sacks of charcoal. The Washita Charcoal Company was soon in business.
David Brinkley once said, “A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.” The men of the Washita didn’t need bricks thrown at them. They worked an idea over and came up with a solution. With the backing of their wives, who although had little formal education beyond high school, and who could squeeze a dime out of a nickel, Made the Washita Charcoal Company what it would be. The men cut the wood and made the charcoal while the women designed and procured the paper bags and equipment to sew the bags shut. Two of the women carried out the search for customers and did the marketing. No, what Brinkley should have said was, “Behind every successful man is an astute woman.”
Andy Mills was brought back for some “special” flights with Jack. People and equipment were being moved around in the anticipation of some selective eliminations.
In Washington, more rational decisions were being made on how to spend the taxpayer’s, but that was only secondary to the Term Limits bill being pushed through the Senate after heated debate in the House. After a couple of close mishaps, the politicians began “listening” to the People and were getting bills through that weren’t 2000 pages long with pages of amendments for pork in the representative’s districts. In fact, discretionary spending had all but disappeared, for now. The national debt was being funded as well as national defense. Programs were being phased out that had been “nice to have” and had gained millions of votes from people who were looking for a free ride. The government was phasing itself out of the charity business also. Often quoted in print and speeches was Davey Crockett’s quote, “We have the right as individuals, to give away as much of our own money as we please in charity; but as members of Congress we have no right to appropriate a dollar of the public money."
When members of the 7th Floor Group that had been reassembled with the installation of the liberal government began to succumb to different “accidents”, leadership of the FBI, who had been covering for the Shadow Government, began resigning in rapid succession. They would find that they were too late though. Their sins would follow them and there was no way they would be allowed to have any say-so in the administration of law enforcement in the United States ever again.
“What has been the feedback from on the inside, Jer?” Joe asked
“The main problem, as we all know, has been the weaponization and politicization of the major agencies. It’s like we saw in the military for so many years. The Perfumed Princes who were always promoted above their competency became too political and became tools, collaborators, and co-conspirators of the corrupt cabal that that has become the norm in Washington.”
“Well, why don’t the cut the snake off at the head then?” Dave asked.
“There are good people in the agencies who do what they can to help us out. A lot of verifiable information has come out from some of those people. It has been the danger of the good people getting caught up in the crossfire that has held us back, but we’re working it out. Anyway, everything is in place. Congress is finally moving in the right direction. The puppet administration currently in power, albeit with very weak power, will be replaced in a couple of years. It will be seen to that they don’t try to go off the rails. Most of the hangers-on don’t want to forfeit their lives to go off the path in defense of their progressive policies.”
“So, what now?”
“Business as usual. This country is still a leaky boat and we’ve got to be ready to take action at any time. There’s an Arava arriving in the morning. Joe, they’ll be picking you up to fly up to site Yankee to drop off a couple of pallets. You’re building one of them. I want you to load a pallet with a Christmas assortment of weapons to defend a remote 700 acre farm and transfer site. Make sure you add a couple of Creedmoor rifles with scope kits. Ride along and make a face to face with the guys there. Jack will pick you up tomorrow evening.”
“Roger that.”
Brian took the basket of fruit out of the back of the Gator and set it down next to the tree and picked up the empty basket. As he was standing back up, he saw the a female with an even younger Howler in her arms. Then the male showed himself. He stood a head taller than the female and didn’t look too pleased. When he grunted, Brian slowly turned and went back to the Gator. The three Howlers watched as he turned around and left, rather quickly.
Jenna had the twins out on the patio. They were sleeping soundly while she shelled peas Brian had picked earlier that morning. Brian drove up in the Gator and the babies didn’t even budge at the noise. Brian sat down and helped her shell the rest of the peas.
“When will the butter beans be ready?” Jenna asked
“I’ll pick them in the morning while it’s cool. There are some muskmelons ready. Do you want me to bring in a couple?”
“Yes, I’ll cut them up and chill them for breakfast in the morning. Let’s freeze dry the rest for now. How are the watermelons doing?”
“A week or so. Are you going to pickle and candy the rinds again this year?”
“Yeah, let me know when they are ready. Momma and Aunt Millie said they’d come over to help.”
“If Joe wasn’t busy he’d be right here with them. He doesn’t eat sweets much but he sure loves those candied rinds.”
Jenna grinned. “I’ll save him plenty.”
One of the babies started crying.
“Abbie needs her diaper changed.” Jenna said setting her bowl aside.
Brian opened the pelican case, pulled out the changing mat, and laid it out on the settee then got out a diaper and wipes. Jenna picked Abbie up and laid her on the mat and began changing her diaper. Brian had put together the case so they didn’t have to bring out a diaper bag every time they came out to the patio. The sealed case protected everything they needed for the babies. Brian made a note to replenish the “Baby Care Kit”, as Jenna called it.
While Jenna was changing diapers, Brian carried the shelled peas into the house and dumped the shells in the compost bucket and replaced the lid. He put on a pot of water to blanch the peas before freezing them. Going back out, he waited while Jenna fed the two then helped her bring them inside.
Faith and Freya were dicing the bell peppers in preparation for freeze drying them. There was 30 of them and they were soon done. Between their two gardens they had about 50 plants. Faith was going to pick all of hers while they were green and Freya was going to leave hers to turn red and yellow. When all the processing was done, they would divide up everything.
“Our butter beans are ready to pick.” Freya said.
“Ours too. I’ll come over in the morning and help you then you can help me in the afternoon.”
“You got it. How are you going to put yours up?”
“I’ll freeze this first batch. The next batch I’ll put up in jars.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking of doing too. Are you going to do the watermelon rinds?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know how. Momma is coming over Sunday to show me.”
“Good. I’ll come over. I want to learn how to make them too.”
Dave drove the tractor up to the door with the pallet already on the forks. He set the pallet down inside and shut the tractor off.
“You loading ammo too?” Dave asked Joe.
“Nah. The other pallet they’re bringing will have the ammo.”
Joe looked at the inventory of the weapons cases and selected 6 M16A4s with the Improved SOPMOD kits and 25 mags for each, 6 Kimber Raptor IIs with 10 mags for each, two M1A1 loaded rifles in 6.5 Creedmoor with spare mags. Joe got out a boxes of tactical packs, plate carriers with plates and six adjustable tactical ballistic helmets. They pulled a pallet shrink bag over the load and used a heat gun to shrink the plastic and secure the load. Dave backed the tractor up to the door and left it there. He would drive the tractor over to the airstrip in the morning to load it.
The next morning the Arava showed up at dawn and Dave and Joe were standing by. As soon as the clamshell was open, Dave loaded the pallet and Joe climbed aboard the aircraft with just his pistol and a “Just-In-Case” tactical pack. Dave watched as the Arava took off and banked toward the northwest.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 15, 2022 6:00:03 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by solo on Aug 15, 2022 8:30:49 GMT -6
'"I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."
Active and retired military personnel who take an oath to support the Constitution of the United States against ALL enemies FOREIGN and DOMESTIC have an obligation and a duty to only obey LAWFUL orders and indeed have an obligation to disobey UNLAWFUL orders, including orders by the president that do not comply with the UCMJ. The moral and legal obligation is to the U.S. Constitution and not to those who would issue unlawful orders, especially if those orders are in direct violation of the Constitution and the UCMJ.'
- This is an oath of enlistment. Officers have a slight different oath. Here it is. 'I, [name], do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.-
The main difference between the officer and enlisted oaths is that the oath taken by officers does not include any provision to obey orders; while enlisted personnel are bound by the Uniform Code of Military Justice to obey lawful orders, officers in the service of the United States are bound by this oath to disobey any order that violates the Constitution of the United States. This is why any attack on the constitution and all of it's amendments hits me deeply.
Just wanted to throw this one out there. It does nothing to change the story, but it is interesting that my oath was different. One other thing, and one to keep in mind, it is tradition that we recite this oath at each promotion, though it is not really necessary as an officer's service is continuous. To this end, there is much debate whether this oath is in effect upon retirement or giving up your commission. This empacts post service behavior, such as General Kelly, or General Mattis most recently.
Best lead into a chapter ever!
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Post by bluefox2 on Aug 15, 2022 20:18:05 GMT -6
'"I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."
Active and retired military personnel who take an oath to support the Constitution of the United States against ALL enemies FOREIGN and DOMESTIC have an obligation and a duty to only obey LAWFUL orders and indeed have an obligation to disobey UNLAWFUL orders, including orders by the president that do not comply with the UCMJ. The moral and legal obligation is to the U.S. Constitution and not to those who would issue unlawful orders, especially if those orders are in direct violation of the Constitution and the UCMJ.'- This is an oath of enlistment. Officers have a slight different oath. Here it is. 'I, [name], do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.-The main difference between the officer and enlisted oaths is that the oath taken by officers does not include any provision to obey orders; while enlisted personnel are bound by the Uniform Code of Military Justice to obey lawful orders, officers in the service of the United States are bound by this oath to disobey any order that violates the Constitution of the United States. This is why any attack on the constitution and all of it's amendments hits me deeply. Just wanted to throw this one out there. It does nothing to change the story, but it is interesting that my oath was different. One other thing, and one to keep in mind, it is tradition that we recite this oath at each promotion, though it is not really necessary as an officer's service is continuous. To this end, there is much debate whether this oath is in effect upon retirement or giving up your commission. This empacts post service behavior, such as General Kelly, or General Mattis most recently. Best lead into a chapter ever! As an old NCO I still consider this oath binding. So do just about all of the military folks I talk to. We will abide by this until they put us in the ground
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Post by CountryGuy on Aug 15, 2022 20:52:36 GMT -6
As an old NCO I still consider this oath binding. So do just about all of the military folks I talk to. We will abide by this until they put us in the ground Totally agree, there was no expiration date when I swore my Allegiance before my GOD. However, I now don't necessarily feel myself obliged to that whole last piece
"I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice."
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Post by 2t2crash on Aug 16, 2022 0:38:14 GMT -6
My oath never expires
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 16, 2022 8:45:04 GMT -6
Chapter 82
Jeremy saw Joe the next morning.
“What did you think?
“They’ve got a good thing doing there. Is anyone running a check?”
“Extensive. They’re clean.’”
“What’s going on today?”
“Dave and I are going over and help Jason butcher the beeves.”
“Let me go get my knives and I’ll meet you over there.”
“Are you sure this will hold them?” Chase asked.
“Trust me, I used to work for the government.”
Chase looked the frame over. Each beef weighed around 1200 pounds. To hang them both at once…yeah it looked strong enough.
Jason had concreted in two I-beams into the ground and welded in a crosspiece. Two angle braces were welded in and pully attachments were bolted on. Two 3000 point 12v winches raised and lowered the carcasses. Chase helped Jason connect the batteries for the winches and they waited for Jeremy to get there. He soon arrived along with Dave and Joe as Jason was getting the tractor out of the shed. He’d put the forks on instead of the bucket to lift the animals up and carry them over to the butcher rack.
“Anyone want the brains besides Chase?” Jason asked.
“What are you going to do with the brains?” Dave asked.
“I’m going to brain tan the hides.” Chase answered.
Chase and Jason drew their pistols and simultaneously put a .45 round through the foreheads of each yearling. Dave jumped on the tractor and picked the first one up. Jeremy waited by the rack and slit between the tendon and the leg bone on the hind legs of the animal and pushed the hooks from the singletree through the slits. Joe handled the controls and lifted the animal up and once extended above the ground, Jeremy slid a rubber tub under the animal’s head and slit the throat, allowing the animal to bleed out. The other animal was lifted and underwent the same procedure.
“This is neat Jason. Do you do your deer here?” Joe asked.
“Yep, it makes it a lot easier to dress them out than on the ground.”
“I heard that.”
When the carcasses were bled out, the heads were removed and set aside and the blood tubs were removed and replaced with gut tubs. The carcasses were quickly cut open and the internal organs were removed. Once the organs were removed, Joe worked on the back and Dave on the front and they began skinning the hide off. Chase and Jeremy worked on the other carcass. Jeremy took the tractor to the shed and replaced the forks with the bucket and brought it back over. No one wanted the tripe or any of the organs so Jeremy dumped the gut tubs into the bucket. The blood was allowed to congeal and tubs placed in the bucket and dumped in the pit. If it were colder, they would have just dumped the blood in the compost it. Jason told Jeremy where he had dug a pit for the offal and as soon as they had sawed the legs off the carcasses and Chase had paused his skinning to removed the brains from the skull, Jeremy dumped the blood and emptied the tractor bucket in the pit and refilled the pit. He brought the tractor back and washed the bucket and tubs down well.
Chase rolled the hides up while Jeremy, Dave and Joe moved the first carcass to the butchering table, quartered it and began carving it up. Jeremy slipped a game bag over the hanging carcass to keep any flies ff of it. Freya and Faith came out with plastic tubs and as soon as one was filled, Jeremy helped the women carry them into the house to vacuum pack the meat and get it into the freezer. The whole operation took less than two hours, In fact the women couldn’t keep up and when all the carving had been done the men set up an assembly line and quickly finished packaging the meat.
‘Well, that went like we knew what we were doing!” Dave said, grinning.
“Thanks guys. We’ll have to have you over for steaks.” Jason said.
“I’ll never turn down a steak dinner.” Joe said.
They went back outside to help Jason and Chase wash down the butchering table and tubs and put everything away.
The men watched Chase began fleshing a hide out. Faith brought out coffee as Jason got another fleshing tool and began working on the other hide.
“What are you planning to do with the hides Chase?” Jeremy asked.
“The women have dibs on a couple of aprons to work in the greenhouses. There’s always a use for leather.”
“I’ll pay you to make one for Jenna.” Jeremy said.
“No you won’t, I’ll make one for her too. We’re making one for Mollie to wear at the market. One more won’t take any time at all.”
They saw Jack’s Kodiak flying the approach to the airstrip so Jeremy, Joe and Dave left to go back to the Lodge.
When they drove up to the hangar, Jack was moving the aircraft inside.
“Different tires?” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah, I diverted to Sand Point and they wanted me to test this new tundra tire design.”
‘The tread looks like it may pick up rocks in rough terrain.” Joe said.
Jack shrugged. “That’s what they’re trying to find out. What’s going on in the big picture of things?”
Jeremy smiled. “Pulling back on the throat punches and going for the minds. Watch the news for the next few days.”
A team of hackers stayed busy feeding bits of false information causing the Anti-terrorist Intelligence people to generate some wild, and incorrect, intelligence. Seemingly turning on their own supporters, raids by the IRS, the FBI and ATF went out against secretly avowed leftists and rapidly raised doubts in everyone’s minds. The Intelligence analysts were pulling their hair out trying to figure out where their sources were going wrong. Finally, all raids, or ‘executions of warrants’ were suspended and they scrubbed everything and focused their investigations on their HUMINT sources.
Jenna took the twins out to the greenhouse for the first time in their double stroller. She picked salad greens in the special basket Brian had made for her. It was really just a big picnic basket with a cloth liner in it with pouches that held blue ice packs that kept the lettuce from wilting. When the lid was closed it kept the vegetables nice and cool. The twin’s eyes were noticing more and more and their little eyes and heads were on a swivel looking at the new color patterns.
Harley had seemed indifferent at first to the new additions to the family but began to seemingly take up a guard position nearby when any other but immediate family were around. Brian had said Harley had accepted them as members of the pack and would help protect them.
Brian was coming back from the barn and saw Jenna in the greenhouse and went over. Jenna was cranking the shade screen inside the roof of the greenhouse to protect some of the plants.
“What’s up?”
“Just gathering salad makings.”
“What do you need?”
“Nothing. I just finished. I’m just going to wash these radishes and I’m finished. Everything is in the basket.”
“I’ll take the twins in.”
“Okay, I’ll just be a minute.”
Brian pushed the carriage to the house and lifted it up on the porch. Taking them inside, he first washed his hands and then lifted them out and placed them down in the playpen. Jenna came in and saw what he had done.
“Thank you. Did you wash your hands?” She asked, squinting at him.
“Of course I did!”
“Helllooo!” Jeremy said, coming through the door.
“Hi Dad. I’ll have lunch in a minute. We’re having fresh salad out of the garden and chicken salad sandwiches.”
“Sounds good.”
Jeremy looked at Brian and nodded his head for Brian to follow him out onto the porch.
“You won’t hear this on the news but last night a prominent California millionaire politician had her Panamanian account emptied.”
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"I'm from the government and here to help" hahahaha
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Post by ydderf2 on Aug 16, 2022 8:56:41 GMT -6
Thanks
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Post by gipsy on Aug 16, 2022 9:29:48 GMT -6
Thanks for the update.
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Post by udwe on Aug 16, 2022 13:26:39 GMT -6
Wow! Keep going!
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Post by imahic on Aug 16, 2022 19:02:54 GMT -6
If only it were true for the rest of the crooks in Congress. Thanks for the update.
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Post by ncsfsgm on Aug 18, 2022 0:39:15 GMT -6
Chapter 83
Jack fell in behind the Cessna in front of him then banked and flew west to come back around again. He and Jeremy kept a sharp eye out but didn’t see any other aircraft in the area. Jeremy had received a text that the other two aircraft were already on the ground. Jack watched as the Cessna touched down ahead of them on runway 36 and quickly cleared the runway. Jack, showing off, set the plane down well past the threshold, almost like a helicopter, then turned off onto the taxiway.
Black Silo Winery outside of Trenton, Missouri would seem a strange place to hold a meeting that could build or destroy the political infrastructure of the United States, but it is what it is. The eight people attending had, as a group, gone under many names, but as a group had always been united in purpose; the preservation of the United States and the Constitution as the Founding Fathers had intended. The decisions at this meeting would decide the fate of many people, and sadly, very few would ever know who had kept the nation from going the way of Venezuela and other Marxist countries.
The meeting was short for one that held so much importance but the die was cast. The decision would mean nothing to tens of millions but for many it also gave them a temporary stay.
Epilogue:
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Jenna yelled.
Jeremy chuckled. “She’s just sucking the juice from the rind. This little angel loves candied watermelon rind.”
Dipping the spear back into the juice, Jeremy teased Abbie with the rind again, her little mouth opened like a little bird.
Sally came over and rescued Abbie and Jeremy got up, poured a drink and walked out to the patio where the other men had gathered. Jeremy looked at the men gathered and raised his glass.
“Gentlemen, to the United States of America.”
“TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!”
“Is it really over?” Chase asked.
“Not even. The Marxist are like pigs. They are always looking for ways out of the pen. No, for all intents and purposes, we are standing down. But there are those who are standing by to crack the whip when necessary. Just for your information, none of our people were ever uncovered, and we had quite a few buried deep. From what I gather, the last two assassination attempts were from copycats, which normally I’d dissuade but they weren’t part of our organization and helps pull the investigations away from any of our people. I personally want to thank you all for your support. Jack, you and Beth still have some things to do but unless something big comes up, we’re standing down and be ready for the next attempt to subordinate this country.
Each man felt a sense of relief as the weight was lifted from their shoulders. The country had a chance.
THE END
EAGRÚCHÁN FREAGRACH
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Post by kiwibutterfly on Aug 18, 2022 1:21:30 GMT -6
Thank you so much for your great stories. I hope there will be a continuation of more stories to come.
Kiwi
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Post by danielsga01 on Aug 18, 2022 4:17:48 GMT -6
Thank you for taking the time to write these stories. I have enjoyed this one as well as your others.
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Post by gipsy on Aug 18, 2022 6:55:58 GMT -6
Thanks for a great story
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Post by sniper69 on Aug 18, 2022 7:14:45 GMT -6
ncsfsgm - thank you for another excellent story. Thank you for sharing, your writings are always appreciated.
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Post by workhorse on Aug 18, 2022 7:30:55 GMT -6
Great writing one of those rare stories that you feel such a connection to you wish all the characters who have become your friends were real.
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