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by Ira J. Tabankin


  “Most of them were paid for with the blood of our very brave young men and women who died defending our country.”

  “General, I’m sure you agree they died for nothing, we should have spent the time in discussions vs. going to war which everyone knows is a waste of young people and resources.”

  “Mr. Gregs, I hope you keep that thought in mind when they stand you in front of the wall and shoot you, which any government will do once it has total control. None will tolerate a free press, in fact; you and the other so-called reporters will be the first ones to stand in front of the wall.”

  “General, you’ve got that backward. We have no need for such a large, bloated and expensive military, by the way, I’m sure you’ve seen the new oath of office the President has issued, he expects each and every member of the military swear alliance to him and the office of the Commander in Chief.”

  “Yes, I’ve seen it.”

  “We happen to have a copy of the new service oath right here, would you do us the honor of signing it here on air in front of millions of Americans?”

  “No David I’m sorry but I won’t sign it here or ever. I and every other member of the services have already signed an oath, there’s no reason for us to sign another one. The only times in history I can remember when the military was forced to sign an oath to the country’s leader was in Roman times when the Legions swore an oath to the Emperor, in Japan where the military swore an oath to the Japanese Emperor, and of course in Germany when Adolf Hitler came to power. Hitler made the German military swear alliance to him versus swearing an oath to defend the Fatherland.”

  “Honestly general, are you comparing our loved President to the Roman Emperors or Hitler? Oh my God General, that’s crazy, are you suffering from Post Traumatic Stress? Have you seen too much combat? How long have you served? I’ve been told you served 30 years is that correct? General, speaking for the peace-loving American people I think it’s time you consider stepping down and retiring. Haven’t you caused enough bloody deaths of the country’s best and brightest?”

  “David, the military carries out the orders of the civilian government; we go to war when ordered to. We don’t make war on our own. If you ask any military person, you’ll learn none of us wants war, we train for it, we plan for it, but it’s the last thing we want. When we go to war, we enter a country; we win and leave. We’ve never asked for or taken land from the people we’ve fought for. In fact, the only land, we've ever asked for, is to bury our dead who died for the people we came to defend.

  “General, is it because you know you’re killing innocent women and children?”

  “David, too many times in our past the orders to our commanders in the field came directly from the person sitting in the big chair in the White House, usually a person with zero military training or experience.”

  “General are you saying, you, a general know more than our President, who is the smartest man who’s ever held the office, the man who won the Nobel Peace Prize in his first year in office. Honestly what have you done compared to our President? You’re nothing better than a murderer.”

  The general looked into the eyes of the host; he unclipped his microphone, gently placing it on the table in front of the two of them. He leaned forward to whisper into the host’s ear so no one else could hear him, “Talk to me or about me like that again, and you’ll never be found again; you’re nothing but a whore for the administration.” The general snaps to attention and executes a perfect about-face, walking off the stage. Leaving David Gregs sitting across an empty table with his mouth open.

  The producer cuts away to a commercial, returning Gregs says, “Well we all saw the bloodthirsty military for what it is, if the General is an example of the rest of the military then they all should be charged with treason for not swearing an oath of allegiance to our President.”

  Every member of the US Military is told to sign the new oath or resign. The result of the President’s demand to sign the new Oath; and the impact of the interview with the General on “Meet the Press” is wherever US Military troops are stationed, officer's offices are swamped with lines of soldiers, marines, airmen and sailors waiting in line to resign. All were volunteers; all could resign at will. The Joint Chiefs sat stunned in the Pentagon when their communication lines are almost melted from the calls for advice, tens of thousands of people, are in mass resigning, within a few days, more than a third of the military has submitted paperwork to resign. The President read these reports completely overjoyed. The smaller the military, the less he had to worry about them planning an action against him, plus the smaller the military, the less expensive it is. Leaving him more in the budget he can spend on his social engineering programs. He had been quietly expanding his civilian army, the agents of DHS. The President and press have slowly brought the water in the pot to boil; people were taught to accept searches and groping in order to fly on an airplane, or ride the train soon even bus lines and subways will have TSA agents. People had to submit to having their person and everything they carried searched. The DHS with the support of local police and sheriff’s set up road blocks to “ask” for a DNA sample, of course, anyone could reject, however to reject meant having your car searched and your license recorded as a person who refused a polite request, those refusing were tracked until they broke any of the thousands of simple laws and regulations. Then they were pounced on by the local police. Censorship has slowly expanded to cover any comment, not in agreement with the progressive plan. The Federal Government freely spied on everyone; nothing is private any longer, with texts, phone calls, emails, and internet searches all collected by the NSA. The NSA can monitor all vehicles through hacking into their navigation systems. Miles driven, locations visited; even the amount of carbon pollution is tracked. Taxes per mile are automatically billed every month.

  While the President is overjoyed with the reduction of the military, the US economy continues to sink deeper into an unannounced recession bordering on depression. The Federal Government only counts those collecting unemployment for 26 weeks as being unemployed. This yields an unemployment rate of 5.4%; it also yields a “real” unemployment rate of 18.6%, the percent of those employed drops to only 51%. More than 53% of the population survived on a government program.

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  In Manassas, Virginia three local militias join together to plan an attack on the FEMA camp holding the Republican Senators. Their goal is to break into the camp in three different locations forcing the guards to spread out. Once the guards are spread thin, the main body of the militia force will cut the wire fence freeing the Senators. The militias have trucks idling in the surrounding woods ready to carry the Senators away from the camp. They also brought three EMS staff in case any of the militias or Senators require first aid. The militias sent a message to the Senators via a maid and a cook who works in the camp who are secret supporters of a free America.

  The attack on the FEMA camp kicks off at 3:30AM with explosions at three different locations. One of which is the camp’s main gate. Explosives are planted at one of the guard towers which brings the tower and lights down. This opens a hole in the DHS defensive cover, two trucks, which have steel plates, welded on them, providing additional security to the passengers, the trucks have had their VIN plates removed, the VIN on the chassis and in the engine compartment has been milled off, the drivers have wiped the inside of the trucks with harsh cleaning chemicals to strip them of any DNA left behind. The two drivers are wearing surgical suits that cover them from the foot to their heads. Their faces are covered behind face masks, their wearing surgical gloves so no fingerprints are left behind. The trucks crash through the barbwire fence; they drive right through the hole blown in the wall. Militia members are wearing surgical suits storm out of the back of the two trucks to grab the Senators. The DHS guards are surprised and shocked by the size and violence of the attack. More than half of the DHS guards are killed outright when they exit their barracks to see what the noise is, they run into th
e militia who were laying down heavy covering fire. The Senators received the message; they are laying in their bunks fully dressed, when they hear the explosions, they make their way to the location they were told to wait. In seconds, two large trucks break through the walls, militia members wearing surgical suits jump out firing at the other two guard towers and the confused guards who race out of their barracks. The rescue mission is a total success; one Senator is wounded when he falls and breaks his arm, the DHS wounds two militia members. 75% of the DHS guards are either killed or severely wounded. The militia quickly withdraws, as they leave; they set fire to the camp burning it to the ground.

  Chapter 10

  At 5:15AM Ron’s banging on my bedroom door, “Brad wake the fuck up we’ve got to get ready to go.”

  I stagger to the door, opening it with a massive headache, way too many beers last night, I find Ron dressed in tan cargo pants and a sweater, “Man, we’re going to iHOP, it’s just down the road, maybe 3 miles. Why the big rush?”

  “Brad, who said anything about which iHOP breakfast was going to be at? We’ve got about 50 miles to travel and not much time to get there since you’re not dressed.”

  “50 fucking miles? Where the hell are we going?”

  “You’ll see, now hurry up and get dressed.”

  Twenty minutes later, Ron backs my car out of the garage saying, “I’m driving because I know where we’re going.”

  Both of us sip coffee in travel mugs trying to wake up and not spill hot coffee on ourselves while Ron drives my car, we’re sitting on seats held together with duct tape, he’s driving it like it’s his ex-cruiser, “Ron you sure surprised the hell out me, 50 miles, you didn’t say a word last night about where. By the way, this isn’t a sheriff’s car; we can get stopped for speeding that might further delay our arrival.”

  “You didn’t have a need to know, I want you to listen very carefully, Brad, I’m taking you to a breakfast meeting of “oath takers," we swore an oath to protect and defend, we all kept our oaths, something bad is going down in our country. You watched “Meet the Press.” I got a number of texts that the military is collapsing, most of the members are refusing to sign the new allegiance oath, the same is true with the police and sheriffs. While the military is shrinking, and many police officers are resigning the DHS and the TSA have tripled in size in thirty days, one major problem is the DHS has lowered their personal standards to zero; they’ve even recruited in Federal Penitentiaries. The Secretary of DHS has said he wants people who are willing to enforce Federal Laws over the American people without question. The disarming of the population is part of a dark master plan, a plan to control every aspect of our lives, what we read, what we watch on TV, what we search for on the internet, what we eat, what we drive, where we work, you name it, this administration has a plan to stay in power by controlling everything we do. They already own the press; they’ve had a multi-step plan, and they are almost to the end point. The administration doesn’t care what happens to the country in the transition phase; they only care about their power at the end of the tunnel. There’s a group of us who have sworn to do everything within our power to stop them. Today you’re going to meet the other members of my cell. Do you understand how insurgents work? They operate in cells, no cell knows another, no member of a cell knows more than a couple of people, any cell member busted can only turn in a couple of other people within the same cell. At breakfast, today, you’re going to meet the key people in the area 100 miles around us. If you ever say a word about whom you’re going to meet or mention a name, you’ll die very quickly. To be honest, I’ll kill you myself.”

  “Ron, what are you saying? You’d kill me? We’ve been friends since we were kids, hell we’ve done everything together, now you’re threatening to kill me?”

  “Brad, you misunderstood me, I’m not making a threat, I’m promising you.”

  “Ron, after threatening me, I’m not sure I want to go to breakfast with you.”

  “Brad, you’ll do OK, just remember, you were never here, you never saw us, even if you recognize someone, you never use their real names, they’ll tell you what to call them. Got it?”

  “Yes, I got it and I’m not sure I like it. I’m not some 007 secret agent. I’m a regular guy.”

  “Brad, there are no regular guys anymore. Do you know what 3% means?”

  “Not really.”

  “In the American Revolution 3% of the people risked everything to fight for freedom, these 3% formed the American militia and army, they stood up to the British King and beat the best army in the world. The people at breakfast are members of the new 3%. We use the symbol III%. Any time you see this or hear someone say 3%, you’ll know you’re in the company of people, everyday people who are willing and are going to risk everything to bring true freedom back to the sheep. Most of the sheep don’t remember what freedom means, they’re happy living off of Uncle Sam. Only Uncle Sam is broke. If the checks ever stop, this country is going to tear itself apart. The sheep are following a lion into the lion’s den to be consumed. You’re going to have to decide between here and the iHOP if you’ve got the balls to be one of us, one of the III%.”

  “How long do I have to decide?”

  “About thirty minutes.”

  “Done, all, I want, is to protect Kathy, if she gets hurt I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

  “Brad, all we can do, is do what we do best. We all want our loved ones to be safe; unfortunately, no one can guarantee you anything except that one day you’ll die. It’s the how we die that’s important; it’s the why we died that’s important. When the time comes, all, I want, is to die with honor.”

  I look at Ron, “I’m in, I can’t stand by and watch what’s going on without doing what I can to stop it.”

  “I knew that would be your answer. Brad, words are one thing, what we’re going to be doing is not speaking words, it’s going to be pure violence against those who plan to enslave our citizens.”

  Twenty minutes later we pull into an old iHOP out in the middle of nowhere. “Brad, what keeps this place going, there isn’t even a town here.”

  “About ten years ago one of the staties got shot in the line of duty protecting two other men on the force, he saved their lives. His reward was to be pensioned out of the force. He opened this iHOP, what keeps it going is every first responder within forty miles eats here a couple of times a week. It’s our way to pay him back for saving the lives of two of us.”

  “So I guess it’s safe to talk in there.”

  Laughing, Ron replies, “Of course, that’s why we drove all the way out here to have breakfast. It’s one of the few places we can talk freely.”

  We pull into the iHOP parking lot; there are five other cars in the lot, there’s a sign on the front door stating “CLOSED due to a broken water pipe.” The two of us walk into the iHOP, sitting at one large booth are six people, four men, and two women, they rise when we enter. They welcome Ron with hugs and slaps on his back. I stand a few paces behind Ron. They turn to face me; one asks, “Who’s this?”

  “My best friend, Brad, I trust him with my life. I’ve known him most of my life. He’d just joined his local militia when the feds busted it; he was too new to show up on the militia member’s list. We’ve been working together to hide some weapons; Brad’s a lot smarter than he looks, you can trust him. We need people; we’re going to have to start bringing new people in, we can’t do this with the few “oath keepers” we have. We need the people behind us. When the checks stop, the government is going to blame us. We’re going to become the new bad guys the 1% aren’t going to be able to be blamed forever. Once blood is spilled the black Suburbans and men in black are going to blame us. The entire weight of the Federal Government is going to be applied against us. If we don’t have the people on our side what are we doing this for?”

  The oldest man at the table stands up, he extends his right hand to me, he says, “You can call me Joshua, Brad welcome to the twilight zone. I do
n’t know what else to call it when we have an active socialist President who is tearing the country apart. Khrushchev said capitalism would self-destruct, he said he would bury us. Turns out we’re burying ourselves. Many of us think our President was manufactured. If anyone spent any time looking into his past, it'd be clear he isn’t real, his entire life story is fiction. He’s transforming American into a caricature of what we were. In five years, he’s taken us from being the leader of the free world to a second rate country. In eight more years, we’ll be a third world country

  “Joshua, thank you, and for the record, I agree. How are a handful of us going to change or slow down his transformation?”

  “It only took 3% two hundred years ago, this time; there’s a lot more of us than 3%. This time a lot of the military are going to be joining us. This time we have a leader who scares a lot of people enough to crap their pants. We’re armed with more than muskets. We need all of the people we can get to join us, we need true patriots, Ron feels you’re one of them.”

  “Joshua, I am, I love America, and I’m willing to die for our country.”

  “Brad, meet the rest of us, Ron you know, this is Luke, this is Moses, this is Debra, this is Abraham, and the short red headed little beauty is Mary. Brad we don’t use our real names; Ron’s name among us is Apollo, do you have a name you want to be called?”

  “Yes, how about Aaron, he was …”

  “Moses’ brother, welcome Aaron, have a seat, by the way, best pancakes in 50 miles.”

  “Joshua, I think this is the only pancake place in 50 miles.”

  Everyone at the table laughs.

 

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