I replied, “I agree, but where are we going to go?”
“Let’s move to the top floor of the condos on the other side of the road. I think we would have just as good a view, maybe even better.”
“Ok, let’s go now before the shooting starts.”
Grabbing our gear we left the rooftop, found Captain Sessions, and told him the problem and what we were doing. He agreed with us. Tommy was right the view was better but the distance set us back another 50 yards meaning we could not shoot as far. We set up on the fourth floor in an empty corner room and opened the windows. At least we were out of the hot sun. I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood under it for five minutes with my all clothes on to cool off. I can’t take the sun like I once did. Ron and Tommy laughed at me.
It wasn’t long before the main column pulled up behind the cycle. I could see five Hummers or HMMWVs, five new Grizzly APCs or armored personnel carriers, and three big trucks. A total of thirteen vehicles.
The Hummer carries four men and a 50-cal. machine gun and also an M220 Tow missile system. They are fast and very dangerous. The Grizzly is a six-wheeled vehicle and has two 7.62 machine guns and can withstand any 50-caliber bullet. It is built for urban warfare and carries six troops. The trucks just carry men and supplies. Maybe they had a total of 120 men.
I was thinking they were not a match for the Rangers with the three tanks. If they don’t surrender this would be a blood bath for sure.
The lead Hummer moved up closer, past the cycle. It was coming up to the bridge and they were holding a white flag. I was thinking, not another white flag. The Hummer stopped about 100 feet from the Bradley. The man showing himself from the roof of the vehicle was speaking into a megaphone. Next to him was a 50 caliber mounted machine gun.
“I am Captain Clinton of the Federal Police Force and we are here to enforce Presidential Executive Order 13603, which means the Government owns this property. You are hereby given notice to leave this island within 12 hours. If you do not leave we will remove you by force and you will be placed under arrest, subject to five or more years in prison.”
Colonel Turner answered back using a loud speaker, “This is Colonel Turner of the United States Army, Special Forces 75th Ranger Regiment, 3rd Battalion, operating under Special Operations Command. This island is in control of the US Army and under our protection. Furthermore, we do not recognize Executive Order 13603 as a lawful order as it violates the US Constitution. We therefore are demanding you and your men surrender. Any man who surrenders must sign a pledge not to fight against the Military or enforce the Executive Order. They are free to go home or they can enlist in the Army.”
Clinton blasted back, “You are not obeying the Presidential Order and you are in the military; that is treason Colonel Turner! Therefore, we must arrest you and your men. You leave me no other choice.”
“Captain Clinton, evidently you have not heard what is going on. All the Special Forces of the Military have agreed not to follow order 13603 and we believe that the President is committing treason and we have a military arrest warrant out for him and his cabinet. The rest of the Military is standing down for the time being. Our other goal is to clean up the crime, gangs and terrorists, so citizens can resume living their lives. You and your Feds are running around confiscating property, guns, money and putting innocent people in jail. You violate the second amendment by taking their guns away while you let the scum roam and kill freely. Make no mistake; we will stop this and we will arrest the President and hold new elections.”
There was a long pause with no reply from Captain Clinton.
“Colonel Turner I have my orders and I must insist that you surrender this island, then you, and your men can leave; I will look the other way. We have no fight with the Army Rangers. I don't know if you are telling me the truth or not.”
“Captain believe me I am telling you the truth. I warn you, your small force is no match for my Rangers. We clearly have your forces out-gunned; please consider that many of your men will be killed. My Abrams tank could destroy your equipment and most of your troops with just three rounds. I must also warn you that you will not be able to leave here as you are surrounded and if you fight, it means military prison for all your men. I will give you one hour to discuss this with your men and surrender or we will open fire.”
I looked at my watch; it was 2:30 pm. That meant the deadline given by Captain Sessions was 3:30 pm.
The fifty Rangers and Gun Smoke, the Bradley fighting vehicle, came out from under cover and were now behind the Feds. They clearly had no way out. We all waited, wondering if Captain Clinton was nuts enough to attack the Ranger force. It was also clear to us that Captain Clinton was out of touch. He did not know what was going on in Washington D.C. He was a stooge for the President’s private Army called the FPF or Federal Police Force, or as I call them, the men in black. Hitler also had his own private Army called the SS and they also wore black. They did all the dirty work for Hitler and they were the worst scum on earth, lower than whale droppings at the bottom of the ocean. If the FPF was anything like the SS then they all needed to die.
Rumor has it the FPF took an oath to protect and defend the President and follow his orders only. There was nothing in the oath about the Constitution. My guess is these guys have been brain-washed and if they could, they would kill us all. I hate all of them with a passion.
Time was ticking down. As I looked at my watch again I saw it was 3:15 pm; in fifteen minutes the battle would start. I had a great seat, a box seat in the shade to watch our Rangers do their job. Looking down the road I could see the Feds were lining up their vehicles across the road in two rows, five in each row. The Fed troops were in between the two rows of vehicles. All of a sudden one of their Hummers fired a missile at the Abrams. Then, all hell broke loose!
The missile hit the protective sand bags in front of the Abrams, blowing them to smithereens but also killing some of the Rangers. With the smoke and sand flying, I could not tell how many were killed. The Abrams fired the big 120 mm cannon at the Hummer that shot the missile. It promptly blew up into a big lump of burning metal.
KABOOM! Another round fired by the Iron Maiden hit another Hummer. The Bradleys were firing the 25 mm cannons in rapid succession. The Feds started firing the big machine guns and the 50-caliber bullets were flying all over the place. If one of these rounds missed their target it could fly a mile or more, so I hoped none of our people were standing too close behind the lines.
I’d told everyone in our family to stay inside when they heard the shooting start.
Sessions was on the radio to Tommy, “Take out Captain Clinton with your Cobb 50 and maybe the rest will give up before we kill them all.”
Tommy replied, “Roger that, Captain.”
I asked, “Tommy, can you see Clinton?”
“Yeah, he is trying to hide behind an APC, but I’ve got a clear shot at his head.”
Tommy was taking aim. Ron and I were watching through our scopes and without warning … KABAM! … Tommy fired. We watched Clinton’s head explode, a blood red mist went up in the air, and his body fell to the ground.
Tommy called Sessions, “Captain the target is eliminated, Sir.”
“Roger that,” Sessions replied.
After about five minutes the shooting tapered down and finally stopped. The Feds raised a white flag, meaning they surrendered. The men started to throw down their guns and climb out of the Hummers and APC trucks. They raised their hands and started toward the bridge. The Bradley pulled forward with its machine guns ready and the commander told the Feds to stop and line up single file. Captain Sessions walked down to meet them with about thirty Rangers. The battle had only lasted about seven minutes.
Sixty-five men had surrendered, with 48 killed. Four of the five Hummers were blown up and two APCs were destroyed. The Rangers proceeded to frisk each of the men and zip-tie their hands behind their backs. Captain Sessions told them they were all under arrest for attacking
the US Army and they were enemy combatants. They were loaded up and taken to Ft. Desoto in their own trucks. The prisoners would be moved to another location far away from us in a day or two.
The battle was over but six rangers were killed and much to my surprise, so was Robbie. A Ranger Medic found Robbie lying in the grass near the bridge. He had been hit by a 50 caliber BMG round and had a hole in him the size of a soft ball. He died instantly and probably never knew what hit him.
Eddy was sitting next to Robbie when I arrived. I asked Eddy, “What happened?”
Sobbing, Eddy said, “We were looking for you guys and the stupid Feds opened fire. I hit the dirt, but Robbie kept walking and got shot by a random bullet. I can’t talk about it now. I don’t know how his wife Maggie is going to take this; I have to go tell her.”
“I’ll go with you, Eddy.”
We covered his body with a blanket before placing him in the truck. Robbie would be buried at sea like everyone else who had died.
A Ranger Medic approached us and asked, “Sir would you like a body bag for your friend?”
I said, “Yes, thank you. He was my good friend Robbie.” Ron and Eddy helped me zip Robbie into the black bag.
I can’t write more now, maybe later I will.
GOD BLESS AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE.
We are waiting for you to contact us by email to find out where Tocabaga is located. There is an email address hidden these chronicles. In case you missed it… [email protected].
I will reply.
Jack Gunn
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
TOCABAGA 1
Amy – Daughter of Jack Gunn, a Nurse and sharp shooter
Big Dan – Tocabaga security guard killed by the doper gang
Carlos – Tocabaga security guard
Chris – Handy man and Tocabaga security agent
Colonel Turner – Commanding Officer of the Army Rangers based at Fort Desoto
Captain Sessions – Combat officer, commands and controls combat operations in the field
Captain Clinton - Captain of the Federal Police Force
Captain Riley – Lady tank commander, girl friend of Captain Sessions
Deputy Matthews – Sherriff Deputy in charge of Tocabaga
Doc Scott – Tocabaga doctor
Eddy – Good Friend of Jack Gunn, brews beer and grows pot and is on the security team
General Harper – General in charge of the Rangers
Hemmi – Wife of Jack Gunn.
Joan - Wife of Ron Gunn, a Nurse.
Jim Bo – Husband to Amy and Son-in- Law of Jack.
Kendra – Granddaughter of Jack Gunn, Daughter of Tommy Gunn
Maggie – Wife of Robbie, who is in charge of the farming
Mark – One of Jacks’ best friends killed by the doper gang
Robbie – Best friend of Jack Gunn, a Tocabaga security guard killed by the FPF on April 25, 2025
Ron - Brother of Jack Gunn retired Navy Veteran.
Rick – President of Tocabaga association, security team member
Sammy – Tocabaga security guard wounded by the doper gang
Steve – Jacks’ neighbor and security guard
Sergeant Smith - Army Ranger assigned as security guard for Jack
Shanda – Little girl, daughter of big Jim a bad guy, killed by Jack
Tommy Gunn – Son of Jack Gunn and a retired Marine Scout Sniper.
Tonya – Wife of Tommy Gunn
Tony – Bar keeper and sharp shooter for Tocabaga security.
BOOK #2
THEOTERRORISM
If you are reading this then you are one of the lucky ones or smart ones who have survived the first year of the collapse. I am writing these chronicles to pass on a history of what has happened, a history telling how we have survived so far. I do not reveal the full names of the people living here in case the Feds happen to read these chronicles. Read my story and tell others what has happened here. Pass it on; it may save your life.
My name is Jack Gunn and I live on Tocabaga. The real name will not be given, nor the location. Tocabaga is a clue as to the general location of this island. It is a sanctuary where one can be safe from what is going on in the outside world. If you happen to come here, are of good character, and believe in the freedom of man and the Constitution, you are welcome to stay. The current population is 556 people. We help each other stay alive.
We are waiting for you to contact us by email to find out where Tocabaga is located. There is an email address hidden these chronicles. Tocabaga is a real location.
I will reply,
Jack Gunn
MAY 9, 2025
Last entry – April 25, 2025
When we held a vote for President of our compound and Rick won, not many wanted that job. Everyone likes Rick and he has a certain way of making you listen to him. Maybe it is his deep voice or his reasonable logic. Rick has a brother who is an FBI agent that he hasn’t seen for years. Rick is a self-made millionaire who owned a tow truck company. He has no military experience to speak of.
Years ago when Rick and I use to go shooting many people would ask us what is the best type of gun to buy? Buying a gun can be confusing since there are so many types of guns and different calibers. So I wrote an article named “GUN SELECTION” which was published on the internet. I have included this article at the end of these chronicles to help you select the proper weapon. Read this article and pass on the information to your friends.
I was elected Vice President and Director of Security because no one else wanted the job, maybe because I had the most experience having actually killed more people than anyone else, other than my son.
I have had many different jobs in my life. I spent four years in the Army as a Military Policeman, and was trained how to use handguns, rifles, shotguns, and hand-to-hand combat. I once worked for a government Contractor in Security and had a DOD (Department of Defense) secret clearance and AEC (Atomic Energy Commission) security clearance.
I often ponder, how did our country get this way? My thinking is it was a number of things but it was also an overzealous President who was pushing for more control of the government to make a truly socialist state.
The President started a draft, but not for the military, for the new Federal Police Force or FPF. Their job would be to start green safe zones in the cities and guard the electric power plants and water supplies. They were to keep things running normal and generally enforce the laws. The Federal Police have all the same weapons, trucks, and tanks that the Army does. There are now 50,000 new Policemen. Even this number cannot control the situation.
The President put into effect Presidential Executive Order 13603 which to everyone’s surprise declares that all property belongs to the Federal Government: your house, money, guns, and even your kids. They can tell you where to live and where to work.
Years before, things were not making much sense especially when the government took control of the news media. It became state owned so the only news we received was what the Federal Government wanted us to see. Back in 2013, the NSA started to tap our phones, read our emails, read our snail mail, and read our Facebook pages. We were all being watched, we were all suspected of doing something wrong, we were all having our Bill of Rights violated in the name of government security, and no one did anything about it.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “He who sacrifices freedom for security deserves neither.”
Unemployment shot up to 55% and everyone knew that things were changing as more and more acts of violence were reported across the nation. Riots, robberies, shootings, explosions, and even attacks on police stations were common. Some states called up the National Guard to help maintain control as desperate people do desperate things. Just driving to the grocery store was becoming dangerous. You needed to carry a gun for safety or your trip to the store could end up being your last.
Our currency became worthless due to inflation and the government closed all the banks to s
top bank runs. A loaf of bread is $100 and milk is $150 per gallon, if you can find it. People have run out of money and even if they have any in the bank, they cannot get it. Savings accounts are wiped out and if you have any gold or silver in the bank forget it, the doors are locked. The government is taking it all because the country is bankrupt.
For many years illegal aliens have been coming across the border from Mexico. But not all the people are hardworking Mexicans looking for work. The fact is many of those crossing the border are from the Middle East and are related to Islamic radical terrorist groups. How do I know this, because the US Government has admitted that every year several thousand manage to sneak into the USA.
In addition, the gangs and cartels that smuggle dope are also making inroads into the US selling their crap to whatever idiots will buy it. These gangs have turf wars and during their wars they do not care whom they rob or kill. Then there is the drug user who robs and kills to get money to pay for their habit. Finally we have the radical groups like the Skinheads, Neo-Nazis, some extreme gangs, and those that want white supremacy.
The government is now controlling the food and there are food lines at every store. You must wait for hours to get any food. If you can buy any food it is only enough for a few days. You cannot feed your family on a loaf of bread. Fresh vegetables and fruit cannot be found. Everything is canned goods or freeze dried ready to eat meals. The question is can we change what we have become? There is no country to help us as they all have failed. We are the last hope of free mankind. We cannot forget the Bill of Rights, the US Constitution, and the fact we are One Nation under God.
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