Cody had a difficult time containing himself. He would take Nick’s girls home with him and Robin. There was too much going on. He shook Pete’s hand. All he could say was “Thank you.”
“No,” Pete added. “Thank you.”
Cody looked over at Raz. His friend, his mentor, his hero. “I’ll come back to help,” he promised. Then he turned toward his family.
Chapter 51
The word had been spreading throughout the country like wildfire. CBers and ham radio operators let Americans know what was happening in different parts of the nation. They were under attack from within. Like most government regulatory agencies, the FCC was out of action, so preppers, truckers, and a multitude of amateur radio enthusiasts relied on the low frequency airwaves.
Millions of them transmitted on a minute by minute basis the travesties and injustices imposed against the American people by the illegitimate new government. Millions still broadcasted attack strategies, tactical plans, and personal vendettas. Millions more took to arms in defense of their lives and their way of life.
The news on the streets was that the treasonous leaders of the new order were in hiding safely below the Capitol Building and they were controlling the entire operation of destroying the country from their secure bunkers. Government secured radio messages were being intercepted and deciphered from sophisticated satellite relays between Stations One and Two. Revealing pieces of top secret information were decoded, exposing the President’s devious plans to the world above.
Americans were quickly learning the truth about their civic leaders and they weren’t very happy about it. Death and destruction had blanketed the country. Its people, those who were still free to move about, meant to do something about the devious, traitorous bastards.
A nationwide revolution had risen from the spark of necessity
and obligatory duty, manned mainly by citizen militia, much like the first rebellion for independence some hundreds of years earlier.
Everyone imaginable from all regions of the nation, from all walks of life, were joining together to stop the insanity.
Units of armed soldiers, adhering to their solemn oaths, led attacks on government secured facilities, gaining control of strategic facilities and valuable military hardware.
So called cowboys in western states rode on detention centers, freeing the captives and annihilating the hired security ranks.
Underrated rednecks from down south raided collection centers, took over hospitals, re-opened churches, and eliminated opposing forces in violent manner.
Hillbillies from the back country gathered in hundred-member clans fought viciously to open the schools to the freed prisoners, to protect the grocery and drug stores from plundering marauders, and to terminate all subversives against their fellow Americans.
Veteran’s groups formed up once again, though their bodies much slower this time around, to fight the domestic enemies in their backyards.
Rambling groups of dangerous old men recaptured airports and runways, clearing them of the obstructions for incoming loyal troops.
Truckers, many with their aging rigs, flooded the nation’s roads and guarded the highways against roaming intruders.
Hundreds of Indian tribes in every sector of the country, unified as one, bravely fought for their and their neighbor’s lands.
Every class of the nation’s population gathered in motley crews and organized factions and independent parties to defend their heritage, to reinstate their birthrights, to uphold their patriotic sense.
Soldiers and airmen and sailors and marines led their townsfolk in proud and inspired tradition.
Store clerks and doctors and carpenters found shovels and sticks and bats and arms to defeat the evil in their cities.
Fathers and mothers and grandparents gathered to stop the unholy danger imposed on their young ones.
Teachers and students, priests and believers, shop owners and cab drivers backed one another up as they stood tall and took back what was rightfully theirs.
Thousands of Americans and immigrants and visitors mobbed the streets and stormed the lit-up White House.
People of all colors, black and white, brown and red, united for one purpose. To save their America.
The poor and the rich, the homeless and the fortunate moved as one to halt the taking of their beloved country.
Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, agnostics and atheists worked together against the depriving forces.
Returning American soldiers joined forces to attack the evil that had stolen their country from them.
Unspoken words pushed each one of them forward. An inexplicable spirit from within inspired every true American to fight.
Few people could quote the exact words written by America’s Founding Fathers about the greatest nation on earth.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men
are created equal, that they are endowed by their
creator with certain unalienable rights, that among
these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”
Although they may not have known the words, they knew of the driving strength, the essence of being an American, the passion for individual liberties, the privilege of living with guaranteed freedoms.
A mixed army of Americans surrounded the Capitol Building. They filled the tunnel to the underground bunker with dirt and rocks and debris and street signs and road barricades until it was impossibly shut closed, blockading the only exit. The shafts of the high speed elevators descending twenty stories beneath the surface were permanently disabled, never to run again.
The people tore down fencing from every section of town to build around and cover the ground above the safe zone, known as Section One. They built a huge cage of chain link fencing and meshing and screening. They draped an entire acre of land directly above their notorious leaders trapped in their luxury death crypt.
In the fury of freedom a young boy attached an American flag to the fencing. He understood the significance of what was happening. Another patriot had written on a bed sheet tied to the fence, “We the people….”
The largest Faraday cage in the world prevented signals from entering the bunker, its simple principles deflecting all forms of electronic communication from the murderers within. And just like a microwave oven, the hastily tied-together shield stopped all contact to the outside world.
Everyone standing fought for what they believed in, for their loved ones, for their principles, for their God-given rights. Because many of them knew, or had recently learned, that there are always and will always be bad people doing bad things. They had learned as well, that someone always has to do something to preserve what is right, that certain things in life are precious and worth fighting or dying for.
That freedom isn’t really free.
Epilogue
In his plush private office deep in the belly below Washington, D.C., the President was yelling into his phone. Panic set in as he failed over and over again to connect to his armies, to talk to his commanders, to confide with his sources, to secure his new world order above.
His life was caving in almost as fast as his ominous plan.
“Where the hell is everyone?” he screamed like a madman.
“What the fuck is going on out there?” He looked at the phone in his hand. He was ready to bust a blood vessel.
“I am the Commander-in Chief! I am the President of the New United States, god-damn it!” he kept shouting into the mouth piece.
“Someone talk to me!”
But no one answered.
The End--
--For Now!
Coming Next!
Treasonous
Behavior
The Reckoning
by
Robert A. Johnson
About the author:
Robert A. Johnson, businessman, entrepreneur,
educator, and author, was born and raised in the
Boston area, birthplace of ear
ly American patriotism.
He believes in the enduring American spirits of free
will, self-determination, and rugged individualism.
He divides his time living in the high deserts of
Arizona and the central plains of exotic Thailand
with his lovely wife.
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