by T J Reeder
And there on the highway was the smoking wreckage of more vehicles. People had been herded against the side of the road and were being guarded by men dressed in some type of camo that I wasn’t familiar with but it was hard to tell thru the binoculars from our elevation.
There must have been over a hundred people in the ditch and as I watched the bastards started shooting them. I was screaming in rage and felt the glasses jerked out of my hand when Sandy took them to see for herself. She kept saying NO NO NO over and over. But it was there to see. Pure murder against unarmed civilians.
I saw white upturned faces looking at us and saw muzzle flashes but we were too high to be worried, but not to high to hate. And I made a vow right then and there that these people were going to die in a ditch just like their victims. Some how, some way and if not today then the next or the next until there were no more days left.
In all my years I’ve heard of and read of and seen pictures of this sort of thing but I’ve never seen it happen and I think right then I knew real hate for the first time in my life.
We watched the bastards load up in their vehicles, most were civilian rigs painted in the same camo pattern as their BDU’s. I found that interesting and something to exploit when the time came. And that time was going to come and damn soon. I didn’t know who they were or who their bosses were but I would and they would die…or I would.
We flew back to the rest area and Ralph landed back on the low boy and shut it down. As soon as my boots were on the ground I started talking, I asked Ralph to take his plane and fly back over the highway at higher altitude and see where those bastards were heading. His plane could fly a hell of a lot further then the chopper.
He said he could clear some space behind his seat for an observer if it wasn’t some body too big. Sandy said lets go, right now and looked at me, all I could do was nod. She and Ralph headed off to get the plane ready while I called a general meeting and the word spread fast.
When everybody was gathered I told them what we saw and what “I” planned to do and that I was going to get prepared and would be leaving the next day or as soon as I had all the information I could get.
I told them they were free to do what they wanted but I was going East tomorrow and somebody was gonna die.
I had never hurt so bad, my guts were knotted and the pain of what I saw was going to fuel a one man war as long as I lived.
Joe said so is this a one man show? Or are we invited? I looked at Joe then Willy and said I’m going, I won’t ask any of you to do this because it’s gonna be worse then running down a bunch of cannibals this is gonna be a real war and may last a long time because these bastards doing the killing are the pawns, the Nazi SS.
They will be harder to deal with.
Then I intend to find their bosses and hang them one at a time so they can see their time coming and know they are living dead. I was pissed.
I looked at all of them and said folks you are good people and I love the times we had together but you aren’t being paid for this shit, go build homes and have kids rebuild this country.
They just looked at me then one of them said Bull Shit John, you know we ain’t gonna let you go off alone because I’d rather face these killers then Wyatt and they all laughed.
One of the women stood and said well if we are leaving in the morning I’m gonna get a shower and do my nails and walked away to the laughter. They all stood and headed for their gear to get it in order for the trip.
I turned and found Charley and Sandy and my staff standing behind me. Sandy spoke up and said “ John you are such a bull shitter, you know damn good and well nobody is gonna walk away from this fight. She hugged me and said see ya when we get back and walked away to the waiting plane. I watched it take off and wondered if I was getting all these good people killed.
I sent two scout rigs flying the colors up the 80 towards the oncoming convoy of vehicles with orders to sit where they could be seen and make contact and bring the people back here. I wanted a report on their condition and what we needed to do to help them once they were here.
We then spent the time stripping down for battle, all non essential gear was removed from the vehicles and left here in the camp area.
Extra ammo and rations were packed into every spot they could be without being in the way during a fight. The rest stop would be our rear base of operations and our main medical site.
I don’t know what Ralph and Sandy will find but I hope it’s the camp of the murderers because I’d like to wake them from a sound sleep for their trip to hell. I’m not filled with the white hot rage as I was earlier, now it’s just ice cold anger, there is a difference but I’m not sure how to explain it so accept it.
Ralph returned about 2 hours later and landed right before the off ramp into the rest stop and taxied right in. After they got out of the plane the mechanics pushed it under the trees to fuel it and do all the mystery shit they do.
Sandy handed me an atlas showing the area they flew over and she had circled an area about 20 miles back the way they had come from. It looked to be a truck stop and several gas stations and restaurants but no town I could see.
Ralph said he flew high and stalled the engine and just glided over them several thousand feet up but with the glasses Sandy saw plenty and had made notes. She looked at me with a sad look and said we flew over the place where they killed those people and they were all Black and they even killed the little kids.
I was saved from my anger because it was already a burning gut ache. And somebody was going to pay the piper. The word spread fast thru our bunch several of whom were Black or Mexican or Indian. We were a diverse bunch but I had never noticed anybodies skin color until now.
I told everybody I was going to have a meeting with the leadership and we would have a general meeting with in the hour. After what was there to plan, we were gonna hit them and after we got all the info we could we would hang the survivors. After they dug a mass grave and we buried their victims.
Between Ralph and Sandy we had a very good lay out of the enemy camp and laid a simple plan which involved some scouts getting real close and pin pointing the Sentries. I had the 10-22 with the can as well as the Blackout 300 with it’s can as well as several other suppressed weapons that others had.
At the general meeting I asked those who had the weapons with cans if they didn’t feel their stealth movement wasn’t up to par if they would loan the use of their weapons to the one who would be making the opening moves.
So when it was all said and done we rolled out at around midnight in the HV’s with the heavier trucks back a ways since they were louder then the HV’s. All in all it took us three hours to get to within a mile of the old truck stop, those of us who were going in first behind the scouts walked in.
I had forgotten about Sandy’s play toy, that MP5 /40 with a can on it but I didn’t know she had any subsonic rounds and when I asked I got a flash of teeth and a whispered “ You didn’t think your little game of who has a can was gonna stop me did you”?
Charley looked at me and shook his head and I think sighed. Sandy suppressed a giggle. Fine I was out numbered so I shut up. We made the last few hundred yards at a slow easy pace off the pavement and on the grass away from the gravel.
After a bit Charley held up his hand and we stopped and knelt down, then right out of the grass a dark shape rose up and whispered to Charley who nodded and eased over to me and whispered. He said” How did you whites take this country away from us? They have 4 guards out and two are drunk and the other two are having sex in the bushes! Without thinking I said they have women on guard duty? Charley just looked at me and shook his head again. I got it and said “You have got to be shitting me”? He shrugged.
The scouts simply took my 10-22 and went back and soon the way was clear. We eased into and around the place. It looked like maybe 25 vehicles so figuring 4 to the rig which were mostly quad cab pickups at most we faced 100 people.
After thinking it over we deci
ded on the same diversion we had used in the past which was a vehicle fire to draw them out in the open and we could go to work on them.
Combat is strange, you can plan for months on a scale like the invasion of France in WW2 and shit could just all go wrong or you can put together a fly by the seat of your pants plan and it goes perfect.
Charles’s boys lit off a truck parked a bit away from the others with a canvas covered load. It started burning and within minutes was really getting with it. Somebody yelled really loud and people poured out from wherever like ants. Damn few were dressed and fewer armed. They all started running at the truck and then stopped and took off the other way.
I yelled “OH SHIT!!!’ and DOWN!! In one breath and within seconds the entire place just blew up. People were knocked over like bowling pins. We slowly sit up shaking their heads. We were all on the ground and the blast just knocked the air out of us and deafened us but within seconds we were on our feet and rounding them up into a pile. Some of the raiding party went into the buildings and we heard some shooting. All we could hope was our people were doing the shooting.
Several of the enemy were killed by flying stuff which was ok with us. Soon our people were dragging more to the growing pile. After about an hour I figured we had the bulk of them and I grabbed one and said who’s in charge?
He just looked at me so I asked it again. He still looked at me like I was speaking something he never heard before then it dawned on me none of us could hear shit over the ringing in our ears.
I leaned to his ear and yelled Bossman!! He shook his head and said something to me that I got as all garbled. I looked around at my people and one of them walked over and said something to the man and got an answer that I still couldn’t hear clearly. My man turned and said he’s Russian. Well I was floored then stunned then pissed all in a second or less.
Then I got it real clear, The assholes in DC knew Americans wouldn’t do what these bastards did so they made a deal with outsiders.
I asked my new translator to get all he could out of the asshole off away from his buddy’s then come get another one. And any that refused to talk we would hang first.
After he took him away we counted heads and then added the dead and came out at around 97, I figured we couldn’t have lost many if any at all. And we lost nobody except for some rattled brain pans and some cuts and bruises from the blast. We were damn lucky!
The translator came back and looked at the people sitting there and walked along until he pointed at one who tried to get up and run but only got a kick in the nuts for his efforts. He was rolling around gagging and trying to moan at the same time. Wyatt said “Shit I bet that hurts” and smiled at me, she was the kicker. I figured he was lucky she hadn’t shot him ……yet.
The Translator took away several more and after he had done 10 or so he came back and said “ok, of the ones I took seven told me the same story, three were telling three different stories.
He said they were about 70 % conscripts and 30 % really hard corps bad asses. The seven all said the same thing about the killing of the people on the road. He said the hard asses were the shooters the rest were the clean up crew when it was needed, when they refused they were shot. He also said this was only one “clean up crew” there were others and all were working out of the central command which was in located on a remote camp in Eastern Nebraska.
They were brought in under some agreement with Americans in the Capital of the US as they put it. That was all they knew except that a lot of the good looking women they rounded up were sent to the base camp.
Their job was to chase down the runners who either got across the river or were in towns this side of it who were being disarmed and sent back to the east to work in factory’s. Any who resisted in even the smallest way were simply shot. The runners were all killed when caught. The ones we saw killed had traveled at night and simply made the mistake of coming back to the highway too soon.
Now I had a dilemma, I wasn’t in the frame of mind to execute the ones who were not a part of the killer teams. But what to do with them? We weren’t set up to operate a POW camp. But this could wait.
We set up some spot lights on the prisoners and had them standing in a line. One by one the seven walked past and pointed out the ones who were the killers. It took time but we got them and surprising me all to hell all seven pointed out the same people.
They were removed from the file and tied even more securely and with the coming of day light they were loaded into trucks and hauled to the place where they had killed the innocent.
We unloaded them and set half to digging a mass grave and the other half washing the blood and gore off the dead which had some puking their guts out, amazing, they could shoot defenseless humans but couldn’t wash their victims.
When the grave was long enough and deep enough the dead were gentle passed down one by one and laid side by side. I wished I knew which parents the kids belonged to but we didn’t. After they were laid to rest the burying started. It took all day and it was dark when we returned to their base. They were retied and spent the night sitting in the chill, no blankets, no coats. I wanted them to be as miserable as possible and they were.
At day break I lined them all up and then the conscripts in a line facing them and the translator walked along and placed a hand on each mans head and asked if he was guilty of the killings, the conscripts all nodded yes while being screamed at by the guilty.
When it was all done I asked the translator to ask the leader if he had a statement to make. Apparently he did and a bit long winded at that. The gist of it was they were just following orders and while they didn’t like it they were soldiers and had to obey their orders.
I just shook my head and said it didn’t work at Nuremburg and it sure as hell wasn’t cutting it here in America. I won’t go into it but they were hanged one at a time. Each watching his place in line coming closer, after the first one they all cracked and begged and cried. I asked the translator to ask them if the people we buried yesterday had begged?
Their leader was last and had to be dragged to it. It was a sorry end to a sorry mess and these were just the little fish, there was some big fish who didn’t know their turn was coming.
From the ones we didn’t hang we learned all we could about the base of operations and pinned it’s location down solid. Now what were we going to do with the information.
In the mean time I had forgotten all about the convoy coming in from New Mexico! And we got a message from Charles’s talkers that they were rolling in good order and were maybe three days away. Great news because we had work to do!.
One other very important bit of information we got from the prisoners was that it wasn’t as bad back east as we had heard. It seemed that the old South was holding and the “ New World Order” wasn’t able to crack them yet so this meant we had them cornered in their former demicrap strong holds of the North East. And I knew we could count on the folks in the south to jump into the fight. I was hoping the ones in the NE states would too.
All of a sudden I was feeling much better about the whole thing but I also knew that prick Murphy was always hanging around. So I wasn’t gonna count on anything or body.
Willy asked a key question that I sure never thought of and that was should we try to make contact with the Southern forces ? First to learn all we could about the enemy, Second to see if they will even fight with us? While I was thinking about that Joe asked if maybe we should look at making contacts with the Canadian Government to at least close the border if it wasn’t already.
All good questions and we brainstormed them and decided to try radio contact first. Failing that I had not a clue what to do about it short of sending a heavily armed convoy to make direct contact.
The actual lines between the New World Order of America and the free states was pretty much a straight line from Arkansas, Tennessee and North Carolina, which of course had not a thing to do with the actual Mason-Dixon line but was still referred to as such.
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br /> So far the so called UN troops were being held up on that line and with the exception of forces like we had wiped out there was little enemy activity West of the river. After looking at the map I had to conclude there was no way they were actually disarming many people because I remembered hearing that between Penn. Minn. A Wis. They could field over 1.5 million just deer hunters! Not counting all the people who didn’t hunt but owned guns.
This was starting to me like not only doable but a lot easier then I had thought. So I decided we would go in force and contact the Southern forces and the Eastern folks and look at rolling these assholes up and getting back to living.
We took over the Truck Stop and tapped into the under ground tanks, While these dickheads had been here they had been running gas rigs so the diesel was still available which suited us just fine.
Three days after we took them out we loaded up and headed East, the prisoners were scattered among the vehicles and secured with waist chains and pad locks and several of our people watching them. I wasn’t sure what we would do with them but I wasn’t gonna kill people who were working under the gun. We all want to live bad enough we would probably not done any better then them, except none of them had killed unarmed civilians.
