Maggie – Wife of Robbie, who is in charge of the farming
Mr. Johnson or Famer John – Old time Farmer
Mr. Horn – Pig farmer and dirt bag who wanted to kidnap Maggie for breeding
Nick – A bully from Jr. High School
Rahim – A friend of Jack’s
Robbie – Best friend of Jack Gunn, a Tocabaga security guard killed by the FPF on April 27, 2025
Ron - Brother of Jack Gunn retired Navy Veteran
Rick – President of Tocabaga association, security team member
Sergeant First Class Dale – killed in action
Sergeant Major Willis – Ranger squad leader and security guard for Jack
Sergeant Cain – the Drone Master
Shanda – Jack’s adopted granddaughter, her Father was a gang leader killed by Jack.
Steve – Jack’s neighbor and member of the security team
Sergeant Smith - Army Ranger assigned as security guard for Jack
Tommy Gunn – Son of Jack Gunn and a retired Marine Scout Sniper
Tonya – Jack’s daughter in law
Tony – Bar keeper and sharp shooter for Tocabaga security
Victor Elway – An old farmer from Ellenton now living on Tocabaga with his friend Farmer John
BOOK #3
WARM BLOOD – COLD STEEL
I am the oldest of three Brothers. We grew up fighting bullies and gang members in a tough neighborhood in south Chicago. My Dad, one of the most honest men I have known, stressed to me to always tell the truth and help each other. Never ever be a bully, never steal, and try to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I have always stood up for the people who could not defend themselves. I hate liars and bullies.
Standing 6 feet tall at 180 pounds, I am in great shape for my age and my body is honed by years of physical training. I keep in shape by lifting weights almost every day and running three miles four times a week. I shave my head two times a week as it is cooler with no hair in the hot south and wear a ball hat to keep the sun off my head. I sport a gray mustache and goatee that I keep well trimmed and short.
There is a 2 inch scar on my forehead from a knife fight years ago. I spent four years in the Army as a Military Policeman, and became an expert in the use of handguns, rifles, shotguns, and hand-to-hand combat. My legs have skin grafts from burns due to an explosion when I worked for the DOD (Department of Defense) doing security work for seven years. I always carry my Glock 17 side arm and Black Bear Cold Steel fighting knife no matter where I go.
I love our country, freedom, my family, and friends. If anyone messes with my family, or my friends justice will be swift and painful. I have no use for anyone who breaks the law, cheats or steals. For the most part I follow the Ten Commandments, but also believe in The Code of Hammurabi which is an eye for an eye. I fight to keep our Bill of Rights under the United States Constitution. That is me, Jack Gunn, a.k.a. Tocabaga Jack and these are my chronicles.
I am Director of Security for Tocabaga Island. I live here along with 556 other Patriots, we are fighting to keep our freedom, keep our homes, and keep our families safe from the evil forces gone wild. Tocabaga is a sanctuary or safe haven, if you believe in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and are of good moral character you are welcome here.
We are waiting for you to contact us by email to find out where Tocabaga is located. Sending us an email is your first step to Freedom. There is an email address hidden in these chronicles. Tocabaga is a real location. I will reply.
Jack Gunn
MAY 15, 2025
I received a phone call from Colonel Turner the Army Ranger Commanding Officer, “Jack just to let you know what is going on. We still have not located Captain Sessions. It’s strange because we have three methods to locate someone. One is by the cell phone location, another by the electronic dog tags and all officers have a body implant which gives off a signal good for 5 miles.
“Now here is the strange part, his phone and dog tags were found miles away from the church where he went missing, but the implant signal is coming from inside the church. Twenty men searched every inch of that church and found nothing. Jack, do you have any ideas and do you know anything about that area? We are stumped.”
I glanced at my watch, it was 7 am. Because of the rain yesterday it is humid and hot today. Yesterday May 14th Captain Sessions went MIA or missing in action while fighting al-Qaida about three miles from here at an old church. It is believed that church was the al-Qaida headquarters.
“Colonel, that is very weird. If he was captured they may have cut out his implant. How big is this thing?”
“It is about the size of a pin head so it would be hard to find if someone cut it out of his body and threw it somewhere. The implants are supposed to be top secret. I hope al-Qaida doesn’t know about them.”
“Can they be detected with a metal detector and where are they located on the body?”
“They are injected into the right side of your abdominal area. They can be detected by a metal scanner.”
“Colonel, is the church still a hot area?”
“Yes it is, as soon as you come off of Tocabaga the whole area is hot as al-Qaida snipers are all over the place. I think it is going to take another three days to get this area under full control. If I had to guess I would say there were about 2,000 al-Qaida fighters located here, we under estimated them. I don’t know how many we have killed.”
“Wow 2,000 is incredible! Colonel if you agree I would like to help search for Captain Sessions today. I know that area and I attended that church once. I would like to bring eight men and Rahim with me.”
“Rahim, why do you want to bring him? He isn’t a shooter.”
“Right he isn’t a shooter but he is a Muslim and he knows more than we do about how these guys think. Rahim was good friends with Aamir.”
“Ok Jack, you have my permission when you get ready to leave give me a call. After you call me I will notify the check points you are coming. What color trucks are you driving.”
“We will have two trucks, one blue Ford and one black Ford F250. We’ll be there by 0930 hours.”
“Roger that Jack, see you then. I’ll be here until we find Sessions. No one gets left behind. We will not rest until we find Captain Sessions, one way or another.”
“Bye Colonel.”
My wife asked, “What is going on?”
“We need to go search for Captain Sessions, he is missing in action or MIA.”
“So you are going to be the searchers.”
“Yup, we are The Searchers.”
The searchers, it reminded me of the movie “The Searchers” starring John Wayne. The Indians kidnapped a little girl and Wayne spent five years looking for her. He would never give up until he found her. It was one of my favorite movies.
I told her the whole story of how Sessions was in a gun battle and four of his men were killed; and he just disappeared. Then I got on the radio to everyone who was on the search team advising them to meet at the bridge at 0900 hours wearing full body armor. Our ammo and gear were already loaded from yesterday and we were ready to go.
As Tommy, Ron, Jim Bo, and I left the house our wives gave us a kiss and wished us good luck. I could tell they were worried and not happy we were going into harms’ way to help find Captain Sessions. Finding Captain Sessions was the primary objective but finding the al-Qaida money that maybe hidden at the church was our second goal.
Our search team was made up of the best shooters. We have Tommy, Eddy, Rick, Chris, Tony, Ron, Jim Bo and me. Rahim would be along for translations and since he was close friends with Aamir maybe he can provide some insight to our search.
We stopped to talk to Rahim. I had not asked him to go with us yet. I didn’t know if he would come along or not, but thought he would like to help out to show his appreciation for saving his family.
Knocking on his door he answered, “Hello guys, how can help you?”
I replied, “Rahim we need your he
lp. Captain Sessions was at the church on 54th Ave and went missing yesterday. Do you know the church called the United Church of Christ?”
“Yes I do, one time I went with my wife to service there. It is a nice church or use to be. So what do you want me to do?”
“Captain Sessions believed that was the headquarters for al-Qaida and he went to check it out. There was a big gun battle, four Ranges were killed, and he went missing. The Colonel tracked him and believes he is in the church area but no one can find him.”
“That’s not good; if al-Qaida has him then it is really bad.”
“Right, so we need you to help us search. We are also looking for any funds that al-Qaida may have hidden there. Since you knew Aamir better than anyone else maybe, just maybe, you would have a better idea where he would hide any funds.”
“Funds, you mean money?”
“Yes money, gold or whatever.”
“Ok when do we go?”
“We’ll leave in one hour. Tommy will get you a bullet proof vest to wear. Be at the bridge in one hour by 9 am.”
“Ok Jack it is my pleasure to help you in any way possible.”
It was 8:45 am and kick off time was 9:00 am. Everyone was there waiting for Rahim. He came trotting down the road and Tommy handed him the largest bullet proof vest we had, it barely fit his 6’ 4” frame.
As we were standing there I told everyone, “This is a dangerous mission. First and foremost we need to find Captain Sessions. The second objective is to find any al-Qaida cache. If we are lucky maybe we find both at the same time. Let’s say a prayer before we leave.”
We stood in a circle holding hands and I prayed, “God please give us the strength, courage, and guidance to find our brother Captain Sessions. Please watch over us and protect us from evil, Amen.”
Everyone, even Rahim said, “Amen.”
We had on full body armor and each man carried 300 rounds of ammo. The four people who were assigned security while we are at the church were Tony, Tommy, Chris, and Rick. Two of them would carry SAWS and extra ammo would be in our trucks. The other two had M 4 carbines with scopes.
Ron, Jim Bo, Eddy, and I would do the actual searching along with Rahim. Jim Bo and Eddy carried the metal detectors and all of us carried M 4 carbines. In addition everyone carried a hand gun of some type. My side arm of choice is a Glock 17 which is a 9 mm and it has a 17 round magazine. I never go anywhere without my 8 inch double edge Black Bear Cold Steel Bowie knife strapped to my tactical vest.
I shouted out, “Let’s go.”
I was driving my old 1997 Ford Expedition with a 5.4 liter motor. I love this truck as it has 2 wheel drive, all wheel drive, 4 wheel high, and 4 wheel low. I think 1997 was the only year they made that drive system. It takes a licking and keeps on ticking. The other truck was a 2008 4x4 Ford F 250 pickup, turbo diesel with big tires. It was jacked up about 6 inches for added ground clearance.
Riding in my truck was Ron, Tommy, Rahim, Jim Bo, and I was driving. In the other truck Tony was driving, along with Chris, Eddy, and Rick. Each truck had one SAW light machine gun. As we left Camp Tocabaga the guards at the bridge wished us good luck. None of us said a word.
I phoned Colonel Turner, “We are on the way, and we just left Tocabaga.”
“Ok Jack the church area is under control, so proceed.”
“Roger that Colonel.”
As we approached the first check point located at the first main intersection we were amazed at the destruction, every building was in shambles, some completely destroyed, and others had big ass holes blown in them. The once expensive buildings were piles of smoking rubble. The Abrams tank destroyed everything. I was surprised we didn’t see any dead al-Qaida fighters.
We stopped at the check point where eight Rangers were standing next to a Humvee short for HMMWV (High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle) with a 50 caliber machine gun mounted on the roof. Sergeant Smith approached our trucks and asked me, “Are you guys crazy coming here?”
I said, “Yes we are, crazy in love with you Army guys. I hope we can find Captain Sessions.”
“We hope you can as well. There are three more check points down the road; one at the bridge, one at the toll booth, and one at the intersection of 34th Street and 54th Avenue. Once you leave here keep up your speed to around 60 mph so snipers will have a hard time shooting your trucks. Don’t stop at any point too long or they can get a bead on you.”
“Sergeant Smith did you guys kill anyone? Where are all the bodies?”
“We killed hundreds of them and we all ready dumped the bodies. Others are buried in the rubble.”
“Ok, thanks Sergeant.”
The Rangers half raised their hands as if giving a wave as we pulled away making a right turn on Bayway Drive. I punched the accelerator to the floor to get up to 65 mph. The Bayway is also the same as 54th Ave when you come to 34th street. It is a four lane divided road all the way to the church.
I asked Tommy, “What did Smith mean we dumped the bodies?”
“I don’t have any idea ... it just means they got rid of them somehow and I don’t care how.”
“I agree who gives a shit. Maybe they fed them to the sharks like we do.”
“Yep we are sure getting a lot of sharks around here because we feed them all the time.”
Everyone in the truck was laughing when all of a sudden we heard a loud BANG, it sounded like a rock hitting the truck but it was a bullet hitting the side of the truck and every one ducked down. We didn’t see where it came from and I was just happy it didn’t hit a tire. Getting a flat tire in a sniper zone could get one of us killed. I floored it after I heard the bang, speeding up to 85 mph, trying to get away from the sniper fire.
I yelled, “Is everyone ok? Where the hell did that bullet hit us?”
Jim Bo answered, “I think the right rear fender. We’re all ok.”
Approaching the second check point the Rangers just waved us pass. We didn’t slow down much and zoomed thru raising our hands to say thank you.
I looked in my mirror and Tony was about 20 car lengths behind us. That was good because if he was too close it would make an easier target to hit. In a minute we’ll be going past the college, speeding by it we heard gun fire and could see Army Rangers all over the place along with the Abrams Tank the Iron Maiden.
Eddy was on the radio and said, “Jack they are shooting at us. We’ve been hit several times but nothing serious.”
Tommy replied back, “Of course they are shooting at us you fool. Just keep your head down. Do you have on your Depends?”
The other day Eddy shit his pants when an al-Qaida fighter almost killed him so we told him to wear Depends. It seemed funny at the time.
To shoot a pickup truck going 60 mph is not easy to do. You have to be a good shooter and be at the correct distance. Lucky for us al-Qaida snipers were not good shooters. We zoomed ahead to the final check point at 34th street. The Rangers flagged us down, and I stomped on the brakes coming to a tire screeching stop.
One Ranger, Sergeant Jones came up to my truck and advised, “Colonel Turner is expecting you guy’s. Do you know where to go?”
“Yes, we do Sergeant Jones.”
“Ok Jack it’s just down the road here about half a mile on the left side. Be careful because after this point it is no man’s land.”
“Right, thanks.”
Taking off I spun the tires burning some rubber. Pulling up to the church we saw about fifty Rangers in different positions around the area. Parked in the church yard was the Bradley fighting vehicle Gun Smoke. Seeing Gun Smoke there made me feel a little more secure.
Colonel Turner came up as we got out of the trucks and commented, “I see you made it here in one piece. Did you take any sniper hits?”
“Yes we took one round in the fender and the other truck maybe two rounds.” We walked around each truck checking out the damage. They were just bullet holes that went thru the side of truck causing no serious damage.
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r said, “Come on inside the church and take a look.”
The church is an “L” shaped building, single story with cathedral ceilings about 20 feet high. It is an old building built around 1970. The grounds around it are open except for a few trees and over grown bushes making the area look like a jungle.
No one lived in the homes around this area. People had long ago moved away for safety reasons when the gangs made it too dangerous. I assumed most moved to the Green Zone downtown were the police would protect them and they could obtain food. When you move to the Green Zone you become a slave of the state and must follow ever order they give you.
The inside of the church is open with bare walls and a tile floor. It had about eight offices or rooms that were empty now. Just looking at the rooms there are not many places to hide anything. We went to the chapel room and the pews were still there but a big cross was on the floor broken into pieces; a picture of Jesus was torn up lying there in a crumbled heap.
I told Jim Bo and Eddy who carried the metal detectors, “Start doing a sweep of every inch of the floors and when the floors are done do the walls.”
“Ok Jack but it will take about 3 or 4 hours to do that,” replied Eddy.
“I don’t care if it takes a month; we are looking for a tiny pin head size piece of metal or anything not normal. The rest of us will visually scan the floors and also check the walls for anything unusual. Look for anything that maybe different in appearance.”
After about two hours Jim Bo yelled out, “I think this is blood on the floor. It’s hard to tell because the tiles are dark gray.”
We all converged on the spot. I was shining a bright light on it and it sure looked like a dried blood spot. It was about three feet in diameter, I touched it with my index finger, and it was slightly tacky meaning it wasn’t fresh blood.
I told Jim Bo, “Scan this area good and don’t miss an inch.”
As Jim Bo was scanning the detector gave off a very slight beep. We all stopped and pulled out flash lights shining them at a three foot area.
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