'A Flat Clap C 66-72 (end of book 2)

(C-66)

Zugzwang

Zugzwang: A chess term

When you have to move, but any move is bad for you.

2330 hours.

“No excuse you can say or offer will overcome your latest failure General. You lost six Divisions in you area today, two of them with out a word of what happened to them and one other Division from being too dispersed, scattered over many kilometers where each of its sub-units were attacked all of them were destroyed in piecemeal fashion.”

Even though he is bone weary from the long disastrous day and ignoring the alleged blame, General Chen wants to read his report, so he starts off with, “Only two of the divisions were under my direct command, and I do not know what happened to the 28^th or the 89^th we have received no information at all from them.”

“It is your area General,” General Gobi stated, and then started to add, “and you are…”

Cutting off his commanders chastisement he continued, “This afternoon our stealth fighter photos show heavy truck traffic coming down the west side of both passes, they are American trucks. And as I just said sir, four of the divisions were not mine to command, with three of them in a separate Corp that you set up sir,” he reminds General Gobi.

He thought about adding I also have signed orders from you directing me to place my Divisions is precise places. And now today six whole Divisions have been destroyed or captured because of your utter incompetence. Instead of saying the obvious he continues to read his notes from the dispatches, “The photos show that the Americans used truck mounted snow blowers and cleared the two snow blocked passes in a few hours, with out any opposition from our two forward Divisions.”

He then adds, “Unless the weather really changes for the worse and helps us with more heavy snows to slow them down, in two days they will have a strong foot hold on this side and are using these highways to bring forward supplies. For the Americans to be able to do that, it means both divisions that were blocking the passes were destroyed in today’s attack or before then as they were unable to provide us with any forewarning.”

“And again without any warning from the 45^th Division guarding the north south highway 49 as they too lost 75 percent of there combat units in five minuets. Give or take a few minuets either way, our communications center at Placerville received a few reports from their 3^rd Brigade HG at 12:03 that some of their battalions were under attack and being over ran. Two minuets later their last call came in and we could hear rifle and mortars firing in the back ground as they reported they were also under very heavy attack. Their operator’s last message said the Americans were among them before they knew it, and firing before any alert was given, he said it was as if the Americans had appeared from the ground at their feet. He also said they wore the patch of the American Militia called the Prairie Ghost.”

“Rubbish,” General Gobi shouted, “enough talk about ghost, the Americans are flesh and blood enemies, not demons. The man must have been mistaken they had to be the American Special Forces, not this damnable Militia?”

“He said Militia, sir. We have no other word who the attacking units were. I wouldn’t think that the Americans have that many SF troops, at least not enough to attack six Division at one time? And the last intelligence your HQ gave us on the Militia strength, that maybe they had five or six Brigades with three of them getting ready to advance down highway 50.” His tone of voice was almost insubordinate as he added, “there was no attack on that road today.”

General Gobi didn’t answer so Chen continued, “The squadron commander of the helicopter gun ships that were flying in support of the convoys was talking to my aviation coordinator and in mid-sentence he cut out, that was at 11:58, his entire squadron was destroyed in 30 seconds with out one of them firing a shot in return, so we know when the attack started. The one message we received from the 27^th Div. said lasers were destroying their vehicles?”

“Not possible, I do not think the Americans have battlefield lasers yet?”

“I didn’t thinks so either sir, but does that really matter, what ever they used in the attack it was very well coordinated, because all along 49 highway there are 12 large sections of burnt out and destroyed vehicles and many dead bodies lying by the side of the road, and many more bodies lying again among the 45^th division’s scattered camps. All of these units were destroyed quickly or captured except for the one unit located at the Amador airport,” as he held the aerial photos, that were taken late in the afternoon, in his hands ready to hand them over to his commander if asked.

Chen his voice almost pleading a question continued, “Even when we scrambled two wings of fighters to help free the ambushed divisions, the enemy used ground based attack radars locking on and forcing our jets to stay away or be shot down by their missile batteries. Our jets fired over a dozen Harm missiles and they had no affect on their radar units.”

“When we detected the Americans using older piston engine fixed wing aircraft in their attack, our jets closed in to destroy them. These American aircraft were hugging the ground preventing us from getting any radar lock on them. When our jets flew below four thousand meters, closing in to attack them with cannon fire, in less then five minuets the air fight was over and we lost fifteen aircraft to their ground based missile fire. If we were lucky we may have shot down four of theirs?”

“Our pilots think we destroyed four of their old airplanes, they think, they aren’t sure?” General Gobi asked his tone bitter.

“No sir they are not sure, as I said the Americans stayed at tree top level and wouldn’t rise up to fight us. When our planes tried to close in, their ground forces fired salvoes of missiles at us, it was a very well laid out trap. And then when our remaining fighters returned to their base the Americans must have had at least two or three of their Predator UAV’s close in to the bases because when the hardened hangers doors opened so the ground tractors could tow our aircraft inside a missile flew into each of the six open hangers striking some of the other aircraft inside that were fueled and loaded with ordnance, all six hangers and another fourteen aircraft were destroyed plus a very large number of the ground crews were killed or wounded.”

Gen. Gobi again didn’t say anything; he didn’t care about the lose of men it was the equipment that bothered him most. He would be the one held accountable for that part of today’s disaster, as he had assumed control of all aircraft deployment since the attack on Martis Valley by the American Militia last year.

Still holding the photos Chen continued, “Four hours after the attack 2 of our J stealth fighters were flying high overhead and they took some very good video recordings that the J-2 photo section went over. It looks like the 9^th Corp lost more then half of their men killed, and the rest are now being held in barb wire enclosures close to where they were ambushed. They are being guarded by men wearing BDU’s along with a few of the old American M60’s and M41’s tanks, and some light armored scout cars.”

After a short pause he continued, “And the Americans have many battalion size units moving west from the ambush sites, we suspect they will occupy the high ground on the east side of the central valley and to cover the roads that lead back to 49, we should have as many units as possible moving now to keep them out of the valley.”

“The Militia wears the woodland BDU’s and have the older tanks right?”

“Yes sir that is what the intelligence sections report.”

The Army commander shook his head in shame as he said, “At first we laughed when we heard about this militia getting ready to fight us. Knowing that at the most they could sting us like a few bees do a honey bear that has broken into the hive. If what you say is true, we now find out that this Militia is indeed a force to be reckoned with. How far north have they advanced? And what plans are we working on to stop them?” General Gobi’s questions were in a soft voice almost a whisper; he didn’t want to hear any more bad news.

General Jiu Chen almost laughed as he thought, you’re the commander and you do not command but ask others what they are doing to stop the Americans, you are no leader. For the Khan to choose you, he is even less of a leader, especially when he rewards a lackey such as you with such an important position, why would the Khan do this? Was our mission supposed to fail? Are we just a diversion to keep the American occupied, to keep them from sending help to the hard-pressed Russians?

Keeping these thoughts locked away and holding his tongue he instead said, “As I said one infantry battalion of the 45^th with two 155 SP guns and the engineer battalion were out side of the attack area, they are located here just north of Jackson at the Amador airport. They set up roadblocks and heard some Armor moving to their south. A few of their Infantry squads have received some mortar fire and report a few sniper shots. No idea of the size of the enemy units facing them or their exact location, I sent a full brigade of medium armor to reinforce them from the 20^th, the other two brigades will move later tonight to the west then south to cover highways 104 and 88 near the town of Ione.”

“Do you plan on attacking down 49 highway?”

“Not with out moving more reinforcements up sir. The Militia obviously own the deep woods and hills I would have to move all of my combat divisions down there to dislodge them!” Chen paused waiting for his commander’s comment. When none was offered he continued, “If they gives us enough time to move into position and attempt to attack north or west along those routes we can stop them. Your executive officer started moving most of the 27^th Division from west of Lodi to north and east of that town in a line down to Stockton linking up with the 23^rd Division. By this time tomorrow they will be in forward position with the 23^rd leaving just a Battalion behind to secure the town. The majority of their artillery was forward assisting the 45^th Division and has either been destroyed or captured, so they have very little heavy fire support.”

“As noted the 23^rd Division is in and around Stockton and Manteca and has sent armor units with supporting infantry moving east to cover the roads leading into the valley. Since this area is either open scrub land and or a farming region with very little forest cover, any enemy infiltration will be detected.”

“We await their next move, for them to attack us,” General Gobi asked with some skepticism? Then he stated, “Why don’t you attack and retake the ground?”

“I will as soon as I can turn my divisions to face them, but I don’t know the strength of the American incursion, I suspect they have between six and eight divisions on this side of the mountains, how else would they have attacked and destroyed six of our divisions? How they moved them all with out being detected we don’t know. Right now I only have four divisions available in the area, the 43^rd up covering the pass on 88 highway, and the 53^rd up on 50 highway both have reported heavy artillery fire and some very intense snipping action this morning but no ground assault yet, not like we expected. As I said I am moving the 20^th from Placerville down to help set up a blocking force in the valley, so that just leaves me the 35^th as my sole reserve unit to shift as needed.”

When General Gobi didn’t say anything he continued, “I do have the three divisions covering 80 highway the 39^th the 40^th and the 42nd, and if I’m given permission to move them south it would take almost four whole days to do so, but their moving would uncover the direct approach to Sacramento.”

Again the commanding officer remains silent!

“Sir you have nine plus divisions in the 31^st Corp. If you have them take over the defense of 80 highway I will then move my units south and within ten days we can retake the lost ground.” Trying as hard as he could to regain control of his wounded pride General Chen knew some sarcasm was showing in his voice and in his manner, he was almost to the point where he didn’t care. If the original plan had been followed we would be in eastern Nevada attacking, not waiting to be attacked again here in California. If this old fool would have just listened to me months ago, he closed his eyes willing himself to keep from saying more.

General Gobi looking up from the map and answered with some alarm, “No keep your three Divisions on Highway 80 they protect use here, what about the 43 ^rd.?”

“If I could pull back the 43^rd from the top of the pass on 88 highway down closer to Jackson they would still block this end of the highway coming over the mountains, and their Artillery can also support any needed defenses on 49. But my moving them back would mean giving up the high ground though?”

“I’m looking at the secondary roads that connect 88 and 4 highway, why not use them and counterattack now?”

“Most of those roads are still snowed in, and even if they weren’t that plan would be futile, as the Americans have proved countless times this winter with their unceasing ambushes on our supply convoys and infantry units. The 43^rd would have to fight every foot of the way, and it would soon be like the Soviet Army during the 1939 War with Finland, cut into small pieces and slowly liquidated. That is another reason I would like to pull the 43^rd back down towards 49 highway, before that happens.”

Shaking his head in disgust General Gobi admonishes his 25^th Corp commander, “You make it sound like these Americans Militia soldiers have us beat and it’s like we are going through the motions of making our last stand. They use equipment that is old and obsolete, the FN rifle is over 50 years old the same with there M41 and M60 tanks. And they are just Militia, they are not professional soldiers of even their Reserve or National Guard. We should be the ones cleaning them out of the woods and winning! Instead they are the ones keeping us out of the woods and killing or capturing us in large numbers. How can they do this?”

“Sir they were very skilled with their weapons long before we invaded. They had a very simple but effective training program called Apple Seed Shoots to teach riflemen skills to selected people all across their country; then those people in turn would go back home and teach others.”

“Apple Seed Shoots? Why didn’t we know about this military training?” Asked General Gobi with a perplexed look on his face.

“Yes Apple Seed Shoots, this was not a government backed training program but one that was set up by a civilian a man named Fred, I read about him in one of their shooting magazines I think it was called Shotgun News. Anyway he teaches the men who pay to attend his clinics the ability to hit a man size target at 500 meters using just open iron sights. It seems that he has done a very good job too.”

“Somehow our intelligence service overlooked the average Americans and their hobbies of shooting, just as they overlooked the fact that they had a very well organized and trained Militia.”

“How could we know,” Gen. Gobi agreed, “they have fooled us all, their papers and politicians supposedly mocked the Militia and passed gun control laws to hinder them, or so we thought?”

“Yes we were fooled, it doesn’t matter how old the weapons are sir, when you have good people skilled with arms even older ones, and they know how to use them very well as we have seen and found out. Having this skill and as a free people they are very determined to defend their country, that make’s them a very tough opponent.”

“You give them to much credit General Chen.”

“We underestimated them sir, we made the mistakes we drill our junior officers to avoid. When the Japanese didn’t knock out the Americans at Pearl Harbor or very soon after World War II began it lead to their ruin. And it was during the battle of Guadalcanal where they found out that the Americans were the better soldiers. It seems we have repeated the same mistakes they made when we failed to force them to accept a conditional peace 6 months ago after our surprise attack, we didn’t learn from history. We are now very much like the Japanese units in World War II on a remote island, the American phrase is called ‘hanging on.’ The Khan can still win this war in Russian and the Middle East.” Shame showed in his voice and he didn’t care as he finished with, “as for us after today, we would be lucky to come out with a draw here in California.”

General Gobi had felt the sting of the words spoken by his best commander months ago. But today they felt like hammer blows, he didn’t look up from the map as he asked; “Yes with that in mind, I guess the American peace at any price left and the communist lead organizations can’t help us now? Even the American Media has failed us, they haven’t reported on any of the Militia offensive operations since last fall, not giving us any information that would help. Maybe if we start talking about a peaceful solution we can delay and get help from them?”

“I don’t know sir, maybe if we can kill a large numbers of their soldiers by setting a trap, they might accept terms for a cease fire. And if we can keep them from finding out what the Jihad army has been doing at the same time. We were wrong in having them come to America with us, you do know that, sir.”

“The Jihad army has made their own gallows and tied the rope around their neck, they are of no concern to you, you speak of a trap obviously you have a plan General?”

Chen wondered if that gallows was meant for them too as he answered “Yes, but it depends on the Americans attacking us again. We had expected the enemies offence to be lead by their regulars, not by the militia, that is where our calculations have failed us, but if we can get the Militia to overextend and draw them into a trap we can then destroy several of their Divisions and stop their advance.”

“What do you suggest?”

“First we must get the 28th Corp ready to change from their job of occupation in San Francisco back into a Combat ready unit, then if I can suggest?”

“You have my attention go ahead.”

“We must lay a trap, and have this Militia Commander, this trouble maker come to us, it’s necessary for him to think we are weak in our covering….”

0745 two days later

Militia Corp HQ and Staff meeting

“Dan you and your men did very well, to be brief your attack has opened up the front here in the northern sector. So let every one in your command know that I’m going to recommend the whole Militia Corp for a Presidential citation,” General Greene informed Dan and his staff.

“Thank you sir,” Dan replied, “the men will appreciate that.”

“Do you have a DVD player handy I want to show you something?”

“Yes sir, on the lap top to your right.”

Tom Greene turned to his right and saw the lap top as he said, “Hate to ask this but would you mind asking everyone else to leave for a minuet, what I have to show you is way over the top in secret?”

“Tom, yes I do mind, I trust my people. Outside of the few early reports that the news media had on us last fall and going into early winter, we have dropped off the news radar on purpose. We just infiltrated almost 40,000 troops over the mountains and they knew nothing. As for the Chinese they now know that we are here in force, beyond that very little else. If you trust me, you can trust my people,” Dan said standing his ground.

“OK, I’ll accept that, but please have the clerks and junior officers leave.”

Dan started to say something but he decided since he had just won a major concession, it was necessary to cede Tom part of his request.

It took a few minuets as the junior officers and the few clerks got up and filed out of the tent as the two Command Sergeant Majors had the MP’s make sure everyone else was cleared away from the outside of the Camouflaged net covered GP Large operations tent.

Tom handed Dan the disk and said, “What you men are about to see is top secret and not to be discussed after I leave is that understood?”

“Yes Sir,” came back the reply. And the signal officer said pointing, “when it plays sir it will appear on the two large LCD screens, the one in front and the one back there.”

“Thank you. I got to review this copy in detail last night. The brass hats back in DC sent this copy over from Fulton AFB. I was fortunate to watch the whole action live but I didn’t see any of the fine details until they sent this copy to me.”

Dan hit the eject button and the tray popped open, laying in the disk he pushed the eject button again to close the tray. It took a few seconds for the computer to recognize that there was a disk in the CD drive, and then it started playing.

Tom said, “What you are about to watch is a few minuets of your units last battles, viewed from an altitude of 45,000 feet.”

“It’s a lot better quality then what our UAV’s tapped at just 15,000 feet,” Dan replied. Then he recognized the terrain from where he had joined the 2^nd Battalion the picture continued to zoom in slewing north west as it did so following down the 4x4 track to where it intersected 49 highway. Dan could see the rear elements of his task force, where the Medical platoon had set up their causality treatment center and they had just started treating a few wounded Militiamen and the first captured and wounded Chinese soldiers. And then elements of the Third Battalion mechanized companies rushing by to help his task force, then pushing on through to help the 1^st Battalion.

Moving north up the road you could see a lot of dead Chinese in the ditches. And quiet a few bodies on the road where they were caught by surprise by the Militia infantry and tanks attacking from their right rear flank. Then for the next few minuets the actual close in fighting of the task force as it spread out and continued its attack killing the majority of the Chinese and forcing the rest to flee west. Then zooming back just as the third Battalions armor and mechanized infantry came into the picture and continued the attack into the rear elements of the Chinese infantry as they were retreating from their last attack on 1^st battalion’s position. The DVD continued playing showing the rounding up of prisoners and equipment and as the militia sent more medics forward to assist the 1^st Bn. with there wounded.

One officer exclaims, “That’s one hundred percent better then any of our UAV’s at 15,000 feet can do. They must be some quality camera equipment? What’s this system called sir?”

“Its from the Dark Star system, your not to tell anyone in your commands about it, the next part your about to see is where I jumped it back to when the fighting was at the turning point,” Gen. Greene stated.

The DVD then zoomed in closer with greater detail and you could now make out individuals as they rushed forward among the scattered trees shooting at the Chinese just before they broke and ran. Dan could see Major Sharp reloading his M16 as his buddy takes aim and fires on the fleeing Chinese.

General Greene uses his pointer and indicates the center of the screen, they all can see a Militia soldier wearing camouflage face paint as he rushes forward and tosses a grenade at two Chinese soldiers who have stopped and are set up a machine-gun behind a fallen tree. It explodes killing the crew and then the Militiaman stands up and takes aim at another Chinese soldier getting ready to fire a PF-97, an air explosive warhead at the attacking Americans. With a single shot the enemy is killed, and then you can see the Militia soldier talking into his radio headset. The rest of the mans squad runs forward and continue shooting at dozens of other Chinese now fleeing before this mad attack. In one more minuet the attack was successful and the Chinese were throwing down their weapons or running west as fast as they could to escape. The man who throw the grenade and who shot the man with the launcher was clearly leading the charge, he held up one hand for his men to halt as he took a whistle out of a pocket and started blowing it.

Tom looks at Dan who is blushing and says, “You face tells me what I suspected Dan. When things get tough, I expect my Battalion and Brigade Commanders to lead an attack like this, and maybe just maybe for one of your Division Commander to lead a counter attack if necessary to repel an attack on his headquarters position.”

As his voiced drop in tone he expressed his displeasure, “But damn-it all to hell, not for one of my Corp Commanders to lead a thrown together force in a heads on attack. What where you thinking, allowing yourself to be on the front line like that?”

“I didn’t plan it that way sir, and I didn’t like having to disobey your orders. At first I stayed toward the back but as we fanned out pressing the attack I could see that we needed every man on the line to break them to keep up that push, sir.”

“Stop the sir crap, Dan. You disobeyed a direct order that I gave you last December after your attack at Bodie. I want to know, what would you do to a man who can’t follow your orders?”

The other officers present were stunned at their Army group commander’s tone of voice, and many of them wished they had left when asked.

With out a pause Dan said, “Depends on the situation Tom, I want men leading who take charge, make decisions and see them through. You and I both can’t stand yes men, or hanger-on’s for our CO’s.”

Dan’s voice cracked a little as he explained, “One of my best friends died a little over a mile from our position at about the same time we started our attack, Jeff Green, you met him once. And he was leading a counter attack to kick the Chinese out of his over ran defensive positions. I can’t ask my men to do what I’m not willing to do, to take risk that might mean death for them while I set back all safe and sound.”

“I lead that attack Tom, because I figured out early on that there was trouble at the head of the ambush, and I rushed as many men forward as I could find. I didn’t have enough men but we had to make the gamble, I made the decision and had to follow through. There was no other option, I’m not sorry for having to disobey your orders because the situation dictated my actions. And I won’t hide behind the results justifying my insubordination, but I saw no other way out. I did what I knew had to be done, if I’m to be punished, I’m a man I can take my lumps.”

General Greene didn’t say a thing his scowl showed his discontentment.

Dan added more to his defense, “You and I know that we have to have go-getters leading, people that take calculated risks and back them up with positive results. Back in January that’s why you suggested I promote Red to take over from James as the 1^st Division commander. It was his plan to trap and harass the two Chinese Divisions up in the passes. After they folded he worked out the details and timing for the formal surrender of the Chinese 28^th and 89^th Divisions just before we attacked down here on highway 49. He came up with a good plan and we followed through, and it was the right plan too. The rank and file of those two Chinese Divisions had no idea that we had by-passed them until three days ago, that was one day before we sprung our Ambush yesterday and destroyed three more enemy divisions. The deception worked and it was a complete surprise saving a lot of American lives, that’s the type of man I want leading my men. One’s that think, to do what they have to do and lead.”

Tom clinched his jaw as he let out a, “grrrrr,” then he sighed as he said with a load chuckle. “I’m the Sixteenth Army commander Dan, your suppose to listen to me when I give an order. Even though I may disagree with what you did, but not the reason for it or the results that you achieved. And as you said, you did the right thing and the Pentagon saw this action in detail and brought it up to my attention. They said to see that the man leading that charge gets a promotion and a medal.”

“I don’t want a promotion Tom, and medal’s are for the men who are risking their lives each day on the line.”

“That’s what I told them as I let them know that it was you leading the charge. And I again added that I would like for those who know best back in Washington to quiet suggesting that you be replaced, by a so called professional.” Tom paused then finished with, “They agreed, you are now the official Militia Corp commander instead of just the acting Corp Commander, let me say, congratulations. And as far as medals go, whether you like it or not your getting a Purple Heart at the least. By the way how’s the forearm? Does it hurt?”

“Sore and stiff, and yes it hurts. But Doc said it was only wood splinters in it, and that I was lucky the bullet missed, and thank you for the support in facing the DC crowd,” Dan said puzzled by Tom’s backhanded compliment.

“Good and your welcome, at the same time I will also forwarded your plans for the next attack you want to make. Your logistical people are going to be working 24/7, like men possessed to move enough supplies forward to sustain a major push, tell them to keep at it. And instead of attacking north straight into Sacramento as the Pentagon Princes suggest, I’m thinking of having you head west up to the edge of the suburbs of San Francisco. In about ten days you will get another three divisions two of them a mixed force from several states, the first is the MO I N division, as you know that’s Missouri, Iowa, and Nebraska and the other two will be made up of sixteen different state militia units.”

Dan paused for a few seconds quickly thinking then said, “Tom, with eight divisions I can cut off the Chinese Tenth Army HQ, their commander with the two Corps that are stationed around or in and east of Sacramento. By cutting them off from all of his other units that are down in San Francisco and further south, and up along the coast guarding against an expected Naval attack, if successful it would collapse their Northern defense.”

“Your ideas have had merit so far Dan, go ahead what’s the reason to change.”

“I don’t like the idea of a knife fight and that’s what fighting in a city or built up area is like. I’ll do it if ordered, but my people haven’t trained for it, I would prefer having the enemy come out of the city to get me now, to let them think they are going back on the offensive.”

Tom looked at Dan with a frown as he asked, “You plan on changing your battle tactics when they’re winning for you?”

“Yes I have too, if I become predictable the enemy will figure us out and cause us great pain, they might even attempt to destroy the Corp down here or make the attempt against the rest of your Army up North. A cornered animal is extremely dangerous, same with an opponent who is boxed in. But if you leave a way out they will jump for it and right in to your well laid trap.”

Smiling Tom said, “I’m listening?”

“James Dix my XO suggested we look at taking Rio Vista and the bridge there and then move up to block I-80. After we snare the bridge...”

Some would talk in later years that these two parts of the Skunk Battles as it was called, was the turning point in our North American campaign. Of the brave stand near San Andres by Jeff’s battalion, and the decisive victory that rest of the Militia Corp accomplished along 49 highway with the killing of close to 23,000 enemy and the capture of over another 25,000 Chinese. The complete destruction of the one Division of the Jihad Army along with their local allies, and the fact that the Militia only suffered losses of 1500 Americans dead and another 1700 wounded. If nothing else it was defiantly one of the better-won victories in the Northern half of the California Theater.

For me, and as I said before, I think that the turning point was when Gen. Greene and his regular army forces refused to be pushed out of Reno. All the Militia did after that was to start the first steps on the road back, leading to America’s victory at home, but that is just my opinion.

For Dan and the rest of the Militia that knew the names and faces of the three thousand two hundred friends that died or were wounded that day, it was another victory that only hardened their resolve and set in motion the beginning of winning the war for America’s sole, later.

(C-67)

Planning the Break Out

‘Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.’

Old Chinese saying.

In the neighbor hood,

“You were right they do treat us as scum, they took two of my men who came back drunk this last weekend and beat them so bad we weren’t sure they would live. They said it was an example for the rest of us that we needed to stay sober and pure. Several of my men were upset when I stopped them from going over to give a couple of the Jihad people a pay back beating”.

“And they won’t train us on any heavy machine-guns, or on the medium or heavy mortars and as one of them said, ‘defiantly not on any of the guided missile launchers, for you are an infidel.’ Our platoons have their two 60mm mortars with 16 shots each and our RPG’s 7 crews with only 4 shots each. And they allow us only a combat load of 300 rounds of ammo that’s just ten magazines for each rifleman’s AK. We do have a few of the old RPD’s machineguns, with just five drums for each of them buts that’s only 500 rounds of ammo for each weapon. And you can tell they don’t trust us because they keep us scattered through out their Army in company size units.” Ricardo sounded disgusted he wasn’t complaining, he was just voicing his frustration and airing his feelings.

“¿Quién tiene la culpa?” Oscar said with some anger in his voice, and then he repeated it in English. “Whose fault it is Ricardo? You were warned!”

“I know I should have listened.”

Softening his tone Oscar then said, “They don’t trust you and when the time is ready, and they no longer have a use for you, they will kill your movement in one easy nights operation. Hell they kill their own people just because they don’t believe the same way. Without a doubt about it, look back at the fighting in Iraq where they lined up whole villages of people, pick out the men and older boys and kill them because they disagreed with their perverted world-view; and because they voted in several elections. Remember the uncountable car bombs in market places, the killing of truck drivers, fisherman and even the school children, because that is what a totalitarian movement does to get into power, terrorize the people and use murder to intimidate any who might get out of line, then they have to murder even more people to stay in power.”

“These guys want to impose the most severe restraints on all who disagree with them. They wish to replicate the Islamic conquests of the seventh century and restore the Caliphate. It’s not a secret that your friends are the most intolerant strain of Islam, and actively seeking to subjugate every Christian, that means Catholics like you and me, Jews, women, atheists, and anyone they think is a queer. Oh yes I forgot to include anyone who even remotely resembles a non-true believer. This short list just about covers 95% of all people the whole world over.”

“They make no distinction between civilians and the military, or later on to people they refer to today as there allies. To them a breathing infidel is still an infidel, just waiting for the sword. The Chinese aren’t even making any attempts to reign in their mass murdering of Americans. They have no idea, no clue what ever, of the pay back America will demand, the battles in the USA may end soon but not in the Middle East, or the far east, not until they are both forced into an unconditional surrender just like the Japs and Germans had to accept back at the end of World War two.”

“You don’t know the half of it Mr. Morales? We call them ‘gente de Osama’ or ‘Osama’s people.’* There are countless mass graves of whites, negro’s and Indians, any one who is an American and they can lay their hands on, between here and L.A. they use any excuse and in some cases no excuse just to line people up and shoot them. I have had to intervene a dozen times to save our people.”

“Ricardo,” Oscar says with anger in his voice. “Where were you born?”

“Pico Rivera, that’s down in East LA, why?” He answered with a look of so what on his face.

“Those people you saved are only a part of your people, all the others you didn’t help are your people too. You are an American and a citizen of the United States just like me; we Americans come in all different skin colors, religions and sizes. You need to wake up, it doesn’t matter what some shit head has stuffed into your brain about a brown race, the so-called people of Aztlan. La Raza,” Oscar turns his head and spits, “are just brothers to the KKK. When a man or women is cut we all bleed red, I gave blood when I was in Iraq just after Desert Storm so a little boy could have surgery to live. His parents didn’t care that it came from an American, they just wanted their child to live, and I wanted him to live too, to have a chance at life. But as for your Jihad friends they will make short work of any such plans for Aztlan when they are finished with the others on their list.”

“Your wrong, they say we are allies?” His statement was more of a plea as if he was trying to convince himself.

“Allies, I think not Ricardo, you were just complaining about no ammo, no heavy weapons and them keeping your army scattered in small size units. And you’re having to intervene to save people of Latino decent should show you that your so-called allies don’t care whom they murder. You are being used, and when they are finished using you; you will be taken care of. Just like they took care of the rest of the Americans, your people, ones that they have killed already. If somehow they were to win this war, you would find out just what they really want, the very hard and nasty way.”

“I don’t’ understand?”

“You will very soon, if they win this war? You will be DEAD period, and with no glorious land of Aztlan either.” Oscar knew he had struck a nerve of truth within his young friend so he waited for him to figure it out and speak first.

Ricardo wasn’t stupid; he had good schooling and was well seasoned in street smarts, that’s why he was the Company Commander. The emotions he was feeling inside rippled across his face, first was a quick incredulous look of how could I have been so dumb to believe the lies. Then shame in what he had done and allowed others to do, then intense anger at the senseless acts of murder he had witnessed, some of this anger was directed at himself because he hadn’t tried to stop it. And the last was doubt as in what can I do. Out loud he said, “I’m just one person, most of my men feel the same as I do, but we are so few compared to them.”

Oscar saw all of this and understood when he heard the plea for help so he offered his young friend a way out, “Ricardo, you are not alone. You have a company of men that will listen to you; they will follow you, once they understand. As you said some of them already know the score, they wait on a leader, they are waiting for you to lead.”

“Then what should I do?”

“You should have said what do we do? I have several blocks full of neighbors waiting for a chance to get out of here. Most of the homes around here, some of them are housing four families and we have been training. Our American Army is only one hundred miles east of us over past Lodi, if we can get our timing right then together we can work our way over there in six nights of walking. If you can get some gas for a couple of trucks for the older folks and the disabled among us, maybe we can make it in four nights of hard moving?”

“You have been planning this for some time? Right.”

“Yes,” Oscar didn’t add that he and Pepe have discussed many disaster plans over the years, “and now if you work with us that will save a lot of innocent people from harm. The help you give will start to wash off a lot of the sins you have committed, not all, but it will help.”

“I think it would take more then six nights of walking, most of your people must be weak from hunger?”

“We are better off then the rest of the city, several of us had stored food to last our families for at least two years. And we did snare close to six semi truck loads right after the Chinese trapped us behind their lines. Still I and quiet a few of the others, have lost most of the middle age spread we put on the last few years, we are now a lot more fit and we have kept our strength up. But our stores are getting low, we have enough food to last maybe one more month but we need to make our move before then.”

“I can supply maybe sixty or so 100 pound bags of rice and maybe the same amount in beans, and we get our fresh vegetables from some farmers in the valley, we could get some for you?”

“And what about the rest of the city Ricardo can you get them food too?”

“No, that would be impossible,” he said as he looked away, not wanting to tell his two friends that the city had a lot less people now living in it then before the Jihadist had arrived, though he suspected they had heard the rumors. “I will still get the bags of rice and beans so you can hand it out to others who did not prepare like you did.”

“Good that will keep another 5000 plus people from starving for 10 days or so. Now can you get us some fuel?”

A light was turned on in Ricardo’s head as he said, “Better then just fuel, I can get ten trucks maybe twenty, we have a friend in the Chinese staff who will cut transportation orders for us, he wants to get out of here before the Militia captures the city, he has heard some stories about what they are doing when they capture Chinese and Jihad soldiers. He told me if my soldiers are caught by the Americans we would be scalped and then shot as traitors, without a trial. We will need your help to escape that punishment Mr. Morales.”

With a chuckle Oscar replied, “If you can get that many trucks and some fuel for us we can take a lot more people out of here. And no the Militia will not scalp you. And you’re lucky because no one on the other side of the state knows what you have done or haven’t done Ricardo. I don’t know all of it either as I have only heard a few rumors. If we are successful in crossing the lines, and then if you and your men help fight in the final battles, fighting to free California from the Khan’s forces and their Allies, a lot will be forgiven. But first we have to talk your men into coming over, once they are aboard we need to train them into an effective fighting force. That’s something the Chinese didn’t do, and the little training you got from the Jihad Army people outside of marching and wearing uniforms is next to useless.”

“But they said we were well trained.”

“All fluff and feathers my friend, you can march a little and your weapons are clean, but your people show no tactical awareness at all. My neighbor Pepe and I have been training a lot of people these last few months, believe me when I say if it became necessary, we would roll your people up and spit them out. The two of us, we are retired marines; both of us were DI’s at one time, trust me I know what I’m talking about.”

“Now I know why the two of you would have you little ceremony each day of lowering the Flag, Marines, I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, as I said the one thing your group really lacks is discipline and tactical training if we can add in some rifle range time and a little live fire training in maneuvers we can make something of them. If you let me have your company for a couple of day’s of real training here and some range time, that will give us cover so both groups will be able to at least zero our rifles and get in some needed fire and movement drills.”

“We could shoot in the large torrentera, the gully behind the church, since this is our area no one would suspect a thing.”

“Good idea, and one other thing Ricardo, I need for you to find out the plans and the type of tactics that the Jihad units use when they surround a neighborhood. How and where they place their APC’s how they approach with their tanks the disposition of their infantry and the exact number of people used.”

“Why?”

“When we are ready to move out it would be nice to give a little pay back, that would be a 242* pay back to be exact, and as a distraction so we will need this information to set them up. That way your request for extra trucks and fuel will be seen as normal, just another mission to transport people to ‘the Camp’s’ and of course to have all of the necessary paper work to get them through the check points.”

“I can find that out easily because they brag about what they do all the time, it makes me sick,” then with a smile he added, “I think I will like your plan sir.”

• ‘gente de Osama’ or ‘Osama’s people.’ (term from frontpagemagazine.com)
• 242, the number of Marines lost in the Beirut barracks suicide attack in 1983

Chinese 10^th Army HQ, Sacramento

“Before we get into this general planning session I would like to make a suggestions sir.”

“Go ahead, general.”

“I suggest that 28^th Corp pull at least a full battalion from their 27^th Division back to Rio Vista, They only have the one company of infantry there now. With very little artillery that division is weak and by shortening their front the two division on either side can support them.”

“OK, when do you think they should pull back.”

“The sooner the better sir, before the 23rd from the south and the 35^th from the north makes there probing attacks on the American lines.”

“That’s in one week’s time correct.”

“Yes, sir.”

“OK I will issue the orders, any other suggestions?”

“Yes the Jihad Army has two whole Divisions in the southern and middle parts of San Francisco with a few battalions from them operating further north out of their one forward Brigades base, right now they are terrorizing civilians, which should be stopped.”

“They have my permission to do that, we haven’t had any problems with guerillas there like we have up in Northern California,” General Gobi scolded back.

“As you have ordered sir, then I think we should either have them as standby units in the combat reserve or shift at least one division of them up on to the line just below Sacramento, along with their attached Aztlan companies as bait for the Americans to attack.”

The other Corp commanders laughed along with Army commander Gobi, when he was able to stop he offered an explanation, “Our worst level 3 reserve unit would blow through them like crap from a goose General Chen, please don’t take me wrong for laughing so hard because I’m not laughing at you. The one Jihad division has a few good units made up of American converts. But as for the rest of them they are poor soldiers at best, they wouldn’t make good brigands, and they are not even good mechanics or drivers, as they can’t keep half of their simple armor vehicles in running order. What they are doing now serves a purpose.”

“And as for the Aztlan companies, the Jihad units have taught them very little, their wear their uniforms dirty and unbuttoned. Boots not polished and hats if they even have them on in every which way. Their hair is long and most of them shave only once a week, and not all on the same day. Even their marching is poor with most men out of step and not able to understand basic drill commands.”

“Both races are very poor soldiers, as I said they are not worthy of that name. If we had to call on them to fill a line position that would be a sad day for us, we would end up having to send a good army unit to rescue them instead. Any other suggestions?”

General Chen shook his head no he had been embarrassed enough. If these allies were worthless then why have them at all? Even cannon fodder had a use.

Field Marshall Gobi said, “OK for our next operation gentlemen, this plan is somewhat like the Winter offensive of 1951 in North Korea, where the Americans were over-extended and we drove them back to south of Seoul.”

“Didn’t the battles around the Chongjin Reservoir happen at the same time in 1951 sir,” General Wang Pu commander of the 31^st Corp asked?

“Yes that is correct, my father was a Lt. Colonel in the 124th Division that fought there, his whole unit was destroyed by the American Marines, he was one of the few survivors. His division was mostly made up of Christians and prisoners from the nationalist army and they were sacrificed to hold the Americans in place so that two other divisions could maneuver and attack their flanks. The winter worked for the Americans at that time saving them as a lot of our troops froze to death. The weather forecast in the foot hills for the next few weeks is for daytime highs in the upper 30’s and at night in the lower 20’s that’s Celsius, so this time our soldiers will not freeze.”

“And to keep the Americans unaware of our objective we will need to mount some limited attacks against them as I mentioned these attacks will be by the 23^rd and the 35^{t h}. Division. In the following day we will have the 20^th pull out and replace them with the 171^st Division, which is made up of our communist party officials, they will dig in and form a new line two kilometers back from where the 20^th was. I do this because I want the Americans to probe this unit and confirm that it is a new and weak division. We want to lull the Americans into attacking through them and into the built up areas on the south side of Sacramento. Once they are committed then we spring the trap where we will counterattack and destroy several of their divisions.”

“Good idea sir,” the 31^st. Corp commander said, “it’s about time we started using our Communist party prisoners, so far all they have accomplished is to eat food and attempt to get into shape. We also want to use a few of them for some solo suicide missions but as for the rest either as mine detectors or in the front lines in the proposed deception, just like the 124th Division made up of Christians and captured Nationalists forces that were sacrificed years ago for a worth purpose, the Communists can do the same for us, it seems fitting enough.”

“What of my 20^th Division where do you want me to place them,” General Chen asked? He was skeptical of this plan he was reading, General Gobi thought he could easily fool the opposing American commander with troop movements and simple plans. He knew better, the Militia General worked to his own plans, his own timetable, we are the ones who should be weary.

“Have them move back into Placerville, when the Americans attack into our suburbs you will have them counter attack along with the 35th Division attack across their exposed neck, cutting of the head. It is a good plan did you think. I would leave your forces out of my plan General, your Corp has suffered the most from them, but this will be your chance to get even with them, as the Americans say, a Pay Back yes.”

General Chen pointed out the obvious weakness in the plan, “The roads out of Placerville leading south or south west are very constrictive. They are surrounded by steep hills and woods, just a few well placed air strikes would really slow down the two mechanized divisions attempting to make this counterattack, and as for cutting off of the American spear head it would be a very dicey task sir if we relay on so few good roads?”

“American air attacks, not here General we still control our skies. Besides the American Air Force have their hands full up in Washington and down in Southern California, except for a few jets now and then that they have used against us lately, the only aircraft used in this sector have been old, very old propeller driven models. They know any sortie here in the middle beyond their own lines would spell disaster for them. They surprised us once before using the old planes, they will not do it again.”

Chen closed his eyes, his calm face hiding the internal war within his mind and slowly winning over his anger that had almost burst out. The old fool refused to see what had happened since late last fall or even a month ago; trying to anticipate the next moves possible from what the devious Americans had accomplish so far was hopeless. Even using the older propeller model airplanes as he had called them, they had used them twice in major attacks and over a dozen times in supporting small offensive and defensive roles and they are used very effectively too. Just because we haven’t seen many sorties by their jets here against us didn’t mean they wouldn’t show up sooner or later.

As far as the older propeller models went they appeared over our front lines striking and killing men and destroying equipment then disappearing just like they came in, at tree top level. And not with any regular pattern either, just like the snipers in the woods they were just as deadly, always watching and waiting taking their shots and sapping the soldier’s moral. To make it worse our counter snipers and aggressive patrols working hand in hand could never find any sign of those deadly killers. Making the front line soldiers always wonder, as the Militia cards left behind reminded them, WHO’S NEXT.

The Generals were unaware that another survivor was also present listening to their plans.

A decorated hero at the age of eight from that sacrificed division and those desperate battles in Korea, and now a secret home church Christian A man who was busy making plans of his own, ones for a different outcome to this war here in America. It was a simple idea that had never entered the Khan’s mind or of his Generals, and defiantly not the Communists leaders all those years ago. But one that they all feared, and dreaded inside, a daring and radical idea for a new and different type of China, one governed by a free people, and for a free people, not ruled over.

(C-68)

If Necessary Then One by One

"Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men."
-John F. Kennedy

China Gulch SE of Jackson.

The following conservation is in a soft whisper.

“Are you looking at the 2:15 angle he’s close to two hundred and thirty meters out, just on the right by that large rock.”

“Yes, and I still don’t see a thing.”

“Wait for just a second, OK he’s moving real slow, he’s extending his left arm again to crawl forward another few inches.”

“I see him now, whoever that guy is he’s good. That’s some of the best camo I’ve seen yet. How did you first pick him up?”

“Back home I’m a landscape designer Neil, and I have an eye for the detail. When I took over lookout two hours ago I scanned everything from fifty meters out to 400, 450 meters and it stuck. I then just have to scan using my bino’s every fifteen to twenty minuets, anything I see out of the ordinary, I then give it my full attention. I first picked him up about thirty minuets ago coming out of that draw twenty-five meters to his left rear, I waited to make sure you would have a clear shoot before I woke you. He’s on a heading toward the company AO for sure, and he has no idea we are on his flank watching him. What do you want to do, Neil?”

“The Brigade CO put us out here to intercept these guys and as an early warning for the line company we are in front of,” Picking up the TA-1 handset Neil said, “We will call in first and let them know I’m taking a shot, then I’m going to put a neat little 7.62PK in him.”

“What’s PK mean?”

“Pain Killer, that’s slang I learned from my dad, with just one, all of his worriers and troubles will be gone.”

Depressing the hand switch three times to alert the switchboard operator, he then says, “We have a single infiltrator crawling toward the perimeter, he’s about six hundred out from the line. And he’s at deflection 2:15, 230 meters from our posy, watched him close to thirty, looks like just a solo so far, over.”

“Stand bye,” comes the reply, then the operator says after a few seconds, “wait a few, Oscar two wants to come out to observe.”

Neil replies, “Roger.”

Neil handed the phone to Carl and said, “Keep the ear on, the XO is coming out, I’m going to sight in our uninvited guest,” as he takes his rifle and gets into a more comfortable position. He has to push a couple of blades of grass to one side that blocks part of his scopes view, sights in on the man, then lowers the rifle and waits. He occasionally looks through the scope readjusting the rifle so the cross hairs are always on target as the enemy slowly crawls forward on a course that’s parallel to them.

Between fifteen to twenty minuets goes by and the two on OP/LP duty hear a loud whisper over their Ear Shots, “It’s me Oscar two, don’t shoot.”

Carl answers back with a low whisper in return, “Come on in.”

The XO crawled the last six meters forward and took up position next to Neil as he said with a smile, “You have the go ahead, I just wanted to come forward and see your handy work. Where is he?”

Handing the LT his binos Neil pointed out the infiltrator, then lowered his head resting his cheek on the cheek pad and looked back through the scope, aiming for center of mass, adjusted his position a little as his target had moved almost 20 meters, and then relaxed, breathing normal and slowly squeezing the trigger to take up the slack, as he exhaled he finished the pull and fired the rifle. The FN rocked back a little from the recoil into his shoulder as the 150-grain FMJ* bullet speed toward the target at 2760 feet per second.

Suddenly the infiltrator exploded with a loud Ka-bang that echoes off of the surrounding hills, and the three men can see body parts being flung away with the explosion.

Neil exclaims as he takes a breath, “Whoa!” Then he quickly rolls to one side as his last meal is quickly and violently expelled.

The other two men are stunned at what happened and the XO asks Carl. “Does he always do that after making a kill?”

Carl checks on Neil as he answers, “Sometimes it’s worse sir.”

Neil is a horse voice says, “I’m alright,” and then an impish grin shows on his face as he added, “Chunk-a-fied him.”

The other two men with owl like expressions look at each other and then back at Neil, as the XO asks in a whisper, “Chunk-a-fied? He must have had on some explosives and you got lucky and hit the detonator.”

“More like a suicide jacket, and they are using old dynamite that’s unstable sir. Before Carl and I left brigade and came down here yesterday we had a briefing. In it were reports from the 5th Brigade to our east that the Chinese were starting to use infiltrators wearing explosives jackets full of old dynamite that was unstable. They had two men killed in their 3^rd Bn. last week by one suicide bomber when he got close enough to their forward OP. The next day one of their snipers waited for his shot until the infiltrator was twenty yards out then hit him in the head with a silenced 45. When they recovered his body at last light that’s when they found out what he was wearing. Some of the nitro had sweated through the tubes and started to crystallize on the out side. That’s just plain stupid to use such stuff, talk about being unstable,” Neil shuddered at the thought as he placed the protective caps over the ends of his scope.

“Anyway that’s why the order came down not to attempt to capture any infiltrators, the Chin’s are up to something new, following in the footsteps of their Jihad allies.”

The XO exclaimed? “I’ll have that info you just gave me passed out to all of the men, and I’ll pass the word back up the chain on your shoot and the results. Somehow all of that Intel you just told me didn’t make its way down to us.”

“Sir,” Carl said as he placed the ranging scope in its carrying case, “We need to move just in case they have a counter sniper out there, and before he figures out where our shot came from.”

“OK, have you picked out your next position? So I can plot it on the map back at the Platoon and company CP.”

Neil finished rolling up his OD and brown colored ground sheet, as he points to a small ridge line to the west and said, “We will crawl back about 100 meters rolling up the phone line as we go, then move out 100 to 150 meters along that spur so we can observe the same ground we were watching. The exact location will depend on a lot of factors, we will call back on the land-line and give the grid.”

“OK,” the LT said as he turned and low crawled back to his company’s front lines, chuckling to himself as he thought ‘Chunk-a-fied him’, have to add that to the report to. It described exactly what happened to that man trying to infiltrate, and I’ll bet a lot of the chunks were pretty small too, just the right size tidbits for the birds.

*FMJ (full metal Jacket)

Corp HQ

Dan is amazed by some of the intelligence that D and General Greene come up with. Some how they know that the Chinese want the Militia to attack and fall into a trap. Dan, Tom Greene and Carl Puckett set down and devise a counter trap to draw them out into a big battle, where we can attempt to finish off the X Armies remaining Air Force units and the majority of their remaining heavy tanks. The plans if successful, will shorting the War here in middle California.

Eli after receiving his mission plan asked for another 300 volunteers from the 15 brigades, that’s roughly twenty men from each. That way he can select the better ones after a few tests, giving him another company of 150 men, they must be good shots fearless and above all quiet.

Unknown to Dan, his youngest son Corporal Neil Marion is one of the men that his Brigade Commander recommends; he already has a good reputation of being a natural leader, and is well liked by the men, not afraid, not reckless and not cocky either, and above all a quick learner.

This new company augments D’s SF teams and Eli’s 2 scout and 2 tracking companies he has built up over the last 9 months, these units for the upcoming Wolverine Operation have the task to infiltrate close to seventy miles behind enemy lines then to attack and capture and hold the bridge at 12 Highway that crosses the Sacramento Ship channel. To be successful he asks for sixteen, two man kayaks, to make up two teams of eight boats. They’re assignment is to disable the explosives that are placed on the bridge before any ground attack can begin. Once this is done and the attack starts the Militia divisions will cut across just below Sacramento then up over highway 80 and isolate the 10^th Army Head quarters most of it’s command elements along with the 9 divisions of the 31^st Corp and the rest of their 25th Corp to cut off and trap the northern third of the Chinese invasion Army.

Dan issues orders for all of the Engineer units not directly mentioned in the operations plan to lengthen all of the local airfields and where possible build extra ones. To construct extensive ammunition and supply bunkers and the majority of the heavy truck transportation units are under strict orders, as they know the exact time when the Chinese satellites pass overhead and have orders to be off of the roads and in the prepared hides. This build up of men and material must not get out to the Chinese; the build up and following attack has to be a surprise if we are to have a chance.

Others might call Dan for now cautious in ordering this deception. Later people would say that he had played his hand very carefully and with skill. This foresight would save a lot of lives and keep two of his divisions from being destroyed. Contacting Bill Wallace, the commander of the California Militia units Dan queries him if there are any Hollywood prop artist in his command?

“I’ll have to ask around, why?”

“I’m going to need a large crew of people that can take a perfectly good bridge and make it appear damaged and not usable, with paint and Styrofoam chunks. Especially from a satellites view, and any aerial photo reconnaissance’s by the one or two Chinese planes that will fly over checking on damage. Sort of like General Patton’s phantom army just before D-day.”

With a hearty laugh Bill said, “We will find you some good painters, don’t know what you planning but I’ll wait to find out, anything else I can help with boss let me know.”

“Thanks Bill, see you at the briefing in two days.” Turning off the secure satellite phone, Dan reaches for his old Army manual on Camouflage and turns to the back where the photos show several defense plants in southern California. Were the people from Hollywood worked their magic and disguised them as open pasture with some trees scattered about during WWII. If it worked then, we can make it work for us today too. A lot of hard work and some good luck and we will be able to pull this off. Good old American ingenuity, never count against it, use it and then stand back and look at the results, keep thinking keep moving never give the enemy time to rest, time to think; or the time to figure out just what the hell we are planning and doing.

The Chinese have attempted several counter attacks against the Militia; three of them with divisions size units, one from the north and two from the southwest. All attempts have failed to dislodge them or push them back. And then they attempt three major attacks against Gen. Greene’s Corp. to the North; but the Americans are determined to keep the ground they re-captured, as Tom Greene said, “Gen. Patton once said he hated the idea of falling back, to have to take the same ground twice. My men’s blood paid for that ground, I’ll be damned if you’ll make me pay for it twice.”

(C-69)

And there was none to bury them.

‘O God, the heathen have come into thy inheritance;

they have defiled thy holy temple; they have laid Jerusalem in ruins.

They have given the bodies of thy servants to the birds of the air for food, the flesh of thy saints to the beasts of the earth.

They have poured out their blood like water round about Jerusalem,

And there was none to bury them.’

PSALMS 79

Khaybar

The prophet Muhammad ordered the beheading after the cities inhabitants had surrendered, as a warning to others. ‘

Today his followers speak lies as they say,

Don’t resist we are here to convert you.

We Muslims are so tolerant of other people.’

‘Men of honor stop your dreaming.

can’t you see their bayonets gleaming,

where the blood of innocents is staining,

bright red that butchers field.’

The Militia Men

‘There is no such thing as a fair fight -- only ones where you win or lose.’

Murphy’s Law of War

“Man that smell is getting to be really bad, I don’t think we have much further to go now,” 2^nd Lieutenant Cory Snodgrass whispered to his Captain, his words hard to understand as his face and shoulders were hidden under his poncho, as he used a pin light and checked his map spread out on the ground.

“Sir we ought to be within two to three hundred meters of Murray road if my pace counters are correct, we crossed Duncan road two thousand meters ago and if my two compass men kept us on the correct bearing.”

Lyle didn’t add that’s why your platoon is leading Cory and I’m checking you out. One thing the LT said was spot on, that sickly sweet smell. It was so strong, and it was all he could do to keep from hurling. In fact it was almost too much to stand, it was so bad you could almost taste it; that last thought almost gagged him. Their contact back in Linden close to four kilometers behind them had said, some days when the wind was out of the southwest it just about drove everyone crazy.

The Mayor had asked the local Chinese Commander to stop the Jihad Army or a least get them to cover up their handy work when they finished. Their answer had been a simple, “Lucky for you this town, it is under Chinese Command,” then he turned and left his face almost turning green from the stench and it looked like he would vomit.

“When the lead squad reported they were at the corner of the orchard that’s why I called a halt.”

“That was the correct thing to do, now what,” Lyle asked?

Turning off the flashlight and then taking the poncho off of his head he said. “We are in the correct position, as planned sir. I’ll take two squads due west and hit the road, cross over into the orchard on the other side and secure our lay up position about eight hundred meters in. Then I send back a fire team to bring the rest of our men over.”

“That’s correct, LT while your doing that I’m going to take half of my squad and see how big of an area we are suppose to look at and possible places for our ambush teams. I’ll do a three-sixty going west then south, back east and then back to this position and rejoin the rest of my squad here. We will then cross over Murray road again and be at the lay up position with the company no later then zero-five hundred. So that gives me over three hours for a recce, which should be more then enough time.

We were lucky this last winter with so much snow in the mountains, that it really rained down here in the valley. If the grass is as high in that orchard as it is here, the men will just have to dig knee-deep skirmish trenches, the soil is soft and should be easy to work. Make sure each buddy position has their thermal blankets up, and as per planned, the three Javelin teams are sited in the selected position. One team with the squad dug in at the western right angle watching highway 26 that is the most likely direction any Armor they might have with them would approach us from.”

“Roger that sir, be careful.” The LT then turned to his platoon Sgt. to pass the word back to the rest of the troops that they were at point Yellow, since everyone knew the plan by heart and each person his job, that was all he had to say as he lead his first two squads west. Two of the men had rolls of gunny sacks to lay across the dirt track to cover their boot prints.

Lyle and six other men moved three hundred meters south before turning west, his job was going to be the hardest, even though last nights dinner had been just a few crackers and a small chocolate bar, and it was now over six hours since then, he was afraid that he might still loose it. The smell was getting almost unbearable, 10 times worst then a pig farm ever was, or so it seemed. His knowing what the smell came from probable made it worse.

When his team got to the road they waited a few minuets listening, as Gunny used the thermal rifle-scope checking that everything was all clear. When his sniper team leader, Gunny Curry gave the all clear they crossed over 2 by 2 in a tactically rush. The spring grass and weeds on this side of the road were about knee high and by moving slowly they were able to stay quiet. Lyle and two of the men were wearing regular night vision goggles and they could see fairly well, and with Sgt Curry scanning the area ahead every so often looking for that tell-tell body heat signature they would avoid walking into any ambush. A very highly event since the stench was almost impossible to stand. Lyle doubted that any guards would be left in the area, as the putrid air would drive even a skunk away.

Sgt. Chirau and his buddy didn't want to use the night vision equipment, instead they relied on their sixth sense, and so far they were spot on, no enemies were around..

After walking close to 100 meters they came across a dirt road that cut in from the northeast, off of the gravel road, leading southwest down to the long borrow pit shown on their map. Lyle indicated for the Sgt to change directions and stay off of to the side of the track and follow it south.

Giving the thumbs up sign he lead the way, after going maybe another fifty meters Sgt. Chirau holds up his hand for a halt as he scans the area to his front, Lyle quietly steps up and squats beside the man.

In a faint whisper he can hear Sgt. Chirau praying who then turns to him and whispers in his ear, “Uraya, that meas Slaughter, to kill indiscriminately. We are in the Devils kitchen.”

Lyle motions for Gunny Curry to come up and scan the area ahead of them.

Gunny looking through the scope can see a faint glow of defused heat running to his left and right. Suddenly his mind understands what he saw in the scope and he takes a couple of steps to his left and violently throws up. Just like Lyle and the other two men with them he had eaten almost nothing but that didn’t stop his stomach from getting rid of what was in it.

Stepping up to his friend Lyle asked in a low whisper, “That bad Gunny?”

Wiping his mouth with his handkerchief Sgt Curry was able to whisper weakly, “Yeah it is. Sir you don’t have to look, this part of the ditch is almost full. It’s like the old Black and White films of Auschwitz or one of the other Nazi’s death camps where they didn’t bury the corpses sir.”

“Thanks for the warning friend, but I have to look and film what’s here in case we don’t get our UAV over flight tomorrow.” Lyle said as hew was busy taking out the special made Thermal Imaging digital cam-coder from his access pouch and turned it on. Taking a few deep breaths through his mouth to avoid the overwhelming stench and to steel himself while the camera made its soft whine as it super cooled the light gathering tube. Lyle said a silent prayer for the dead, the innocents who are here, and for what he knew he was about to see. Knowing that the satellite photos showed this horrible sight and would be used later in any war-crimes trials, Dan had told them he needed up-close copies and if possible some written personnel accounts from any local eyewitnesses.

Holding the camera to his eye and compressing the rubber eyepiece around his eye socket so as to not have the green glow reflect off of his face Lyle was still shocked at the sight. Gunny was correct the thirty foot deep and eighty-foot wide ditch was full of bodies. They must have been here for several days and most were horrible bloated. Some of them have burst open and it was the most horrible sight along with the stench unimaginable. All of them gave off a decaying heat that glowed, not with the hot spots from a living body concentrated around the heart and the thick muscles of a living person. This heat was more defused and coming equally from the whole mass, a big pile of rotting decaying flesh, human flesh. Dead Americans by the thousands, the cameras gave enough detail to show that they were men, women, and children. From the very old down to babies still in their mothers arms, all either tossed in or…

Lyle took the camera from his sweating face and turned his head and instantly spewed what little was in his stomach, his body trembled and he couldn’t stop from falling too his knees; after a few dry heaves followed that first hurl he was able to stop and regain some composure and stand up. At first his legs felt as if they were made of Jell-O and it took a few seconds for the bones, the tendons and muscles to do their job properly and hold him steady. He wiped his mouth with a baby wipe from the baggie in his pocket, and then resumed his recording of this horrifying and truly ghastly sight.

Sgt. Chirau, and Gunny exchanged knowing glances, the higher the rank the more you are expected to do, especially the unpleasant task like this one.

The other men in the command team remained alert as they were watching the rear and the flanks, not one of them offered to take a look, as this part of the operation had been talked about in the orders session. At that time they were given direct orders not to take that look. Dan had warned them this was one of the hardest details he could ask of them, and what they would see was more then unthinkable, when one of the men at the orders session raised his hand and asked, “Sir how can people do such things to others?”

Dan had answered with the truth “There is a truly pure evil alive and out there in the world, some people who worship the devil or are under his influence have no feelings of compassion or guilt, to them another persons life and freedom mean nothing. They glorify in death even their own because they are afraid of the truth and of living.”

After watching the Gunny and then the Captain both violently empty their stomachs the other men were glad for that order, one of the men swore and promised silently, ‘you jihadist son’s of bitches, soon very soon, you will pay for this.’

Lyle having placed the camera back to his eye, continued recording as his team walked west as they were about twenty meters back from the edge of the ditch, his mind numb from the horror he was witness to. Halfway along the ditch or about 400 meters to the west from where they started the level of bodies dropped below the top of the ditch and in another fifty metes tapered down to the bottom with just the bare dirt showing. Taking the camera down and wiping the tears from his eyes he indicated for them to continue west to the end of the empty trench, maybe another 200 meters then they turned south.

Walking south they soon find many mounds of dead bodies maybe two or three corpses deep lying on top of the ground, killed where they had stood or knelled in prayer, all of them must have known that when they were brought here to expect no mercy. Lyle muttered quietly, “You fucked up big time you Jihadist bastards these people that you have slaughtered, they too are my people and they will be avenged. To the men with him he whispered, ”I’ll make copies of this disk and make sure this gets out and around, once the American people see this these shits and their phony religion days will be numbered.”

The piles of dead stretch for close to 400 meters south of the ditch and extend 700 or so meters back east almost all the way back to the road. Reaching that spot he stops recording and puts the camera away and the team again crosses Murray road and they go back to where the other half of the squad is still waiting and join up with them. Then they move west as a full squad to link up with the rest of the company in hiding, once there Lyle and Gunny Curry both pass on the information of what they have seen to the three Lieutenants and the senior NCOs. Lyle carries his own radios but still has an assigned radioman and this man carries a lap top computer, Lyle hands him the Thermal DVD camera with orders to copy the disk to the hard drive and to burn extra copies to give to the other officers, a just in case something were to happen to him or to the original.

The info provided by the locals about this slaughter yard was correct, just let the rest of their info about the next group being brought in tomorrow at noon be as good, ‘Then we will see who’s parade gets rained on then’, the Captain had told them using a phrase he had heard Eli use more then once, it sounded fitting for what we planned to do to them tomorrow. To Rain on their parade is an understatement, it will be more like a Kansas softball size hailstorm.

After checking the perimeter and a few of the men’s defensive positions, Lyle heads back and got into his already prepared command trench. He knew that he needed to sleep even if was only for an hour or two, it might be another two days before he could sleep again, but then that would depended on things that were out of his control. Even with the smell so strong and the images just seen burned deep into his mind he fell asleep within fifteen minuets after a short prayer, and reading some from Psalms 34:15-22

‘The eyes of the lord are toward the righteous, and his ears heard their cry.

The face of the Lord is against evildoers, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles.

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord delivers him out of them all.

He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken.

Evil shall slay the wicked; and those who hate the righteous will be condemned.

The Lord redeems the life of his servants; none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned.’

Saying a final prayer, “My father in heaven give me and my men the strength and perseverance for the task that lies ahead, with one arm we will shield all that we can, with the other we will send the evil that walks our land back to hell, Protect us oh Lord and give us the strength to fight off this evil, and to restore our country. For what we have to do tomorrow I ask for strength for us all to see it through to the end, in your name and the name of your son Jesus who died for our sins I pray, Amen.”

The next day the ambush was a successful surprise against the Jihadist butchers, not a single man in the scout company was killed and only three were wounded slightly. Of the civilians they were rescuing a grenade thrown at them from a dying Terr killed two, and another nine were wounded when another Terr turned his weapon on them before being killed.

Using the trucks that the Jihad terrs had so graciously provided and with a couple of the nearest Militia Brigades UAV’s checking out the back roads, they were able to extract the refugees with out any further trouble.

(C-70)

To Dance with the Devil

‘The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man. For god will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil.’

Ecclesiastes 12- 13,14

‘If you make your opponent mad or cause them to lose faith in there ability to fight,

half the battle is already won.’

Kansas Militia Soldier’s Manual

"War is deceit," said the Prophet Muhammad.

Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict the more glorious the triumph."
Thomas Paine, The Crisis -- December 1776.

As a spokesman for the Islamic army I say and

declare that we will not forgive your disbelief, you’re spilling of Muslim blood, and your affronts to our honor. We follow no law but that of Allah… O’ agents of the Jews and Christians, you can expect nothing from us other than the sword. We shall not abandon combat and the path of jihad until the laws of Allah reign over this country and its people.

In answer to the above statement, Oh yeah, not while I still draw breathe, buster.

In the old cowboy movies when the bad guys were closing in on the hero, he would remember what his friends had told him, to save his last bullet for himself.

Well I have a lot of bullets to go through before I get to my last one, oh followers of Muhammad, so bring lots of friends, lunch and a shit load of body bags, You’ll need them.

I promise to you that I will share my bullets; each one of you will get one or two as needed.

7.62 PK

Standing there with his arm crossed and staring directly into the Jihad Army Generals eyes Dan refuses to look away as he said, “You attacked my country, as allies of the Chinese Army, you have murder the Innocent in countless numbers, Why? Was it to show us how much you hate the people of America, or to show us how much we should hate you!”

Dan knew all about the meaning of taqiyya, the Koranic principle that allows deception of non-Muslims; a truly immoral tactic to lie and later take back what one has said. Just one of the many schemes the Islamic warriors use with war and violence to gain an advantage. So Dan will use that knowledge against the local Jihad Commander and his army, his one goal was now to destroy it completely, if given the chance.

“For the sake of Allah, and for the whole world we have brought you the truth. As the only true prophet, Muhammad told us the words of Allah, ‘aslam taslam’: which means Submit, and you will have peace, until then this is WAR.

Those who deny the truth of Allah as told to his prophet are not innocent. It is the Muslims who are innocent, we the Mujahideen are just soldiers in the global Islamic fight against the Jews and Christians. We do not hate, it is the Jews and Christians who will always hate Muslims, and because Allah has said it, it is so. And as to why, our right to attack you was founded on the Laws of the Prophet, that it was written in the Koran, that all nations who would not have answered the call and submitted to the one true Allah are sinners. And so it is our duty to make war upon them wherever they could be found, and to make slaves of all we could take as prisoners, and for every one of the faithful who should be slain in battle, they will go to Paradise.”

Dan thought ‘oh-boy here we go with all of the normal grievances of these poor lost souls’ as he said, “It’s pointless to argue about who’s heart is filled with hate, at least not while you are killing innocent people for no reason. Just because we Americans refuse to swallow your lies and to convert, we are to be silenced and killed just because you fear the truth?”

“Yes, your not believing in Islam is an aggression against Allah, so I have been sent with the sword, between the hands of the hour, until Allah is worshiped alone. * He directs us in the holy Koran to wage jihad against all others, so I’m only following Allah’s orders. ‘For all Muslims are required to raise the banner of Jihad in order to make the Word of Allah supreme in this world, to remove all forms of injustice and oppression, and to defend the Muslims. If Muslims do not take up the sword, the evil tyrants of this earth will be able to continue oppressing the weak and [the] helpless…"

(*) The last sentences are out of Jihad Watch Nov 2003. Those words were taken from the website of the Saudi Embassy in Washington, DC.

Dan had heard this type of BS before so he asked, “Don’t you realize that your actions insure more conflict and death for your people? America will end this war if necessary by destroying your countries, to end the teaching of your madness, the same as we did to the Germans and Japanese in World War Two. Our weapons are better now, a lot better then they were back then, they are a lot more accurate. A lot of your people, your women and children will suffer and many will die needlessly because you and your kind will refuse to surrender, I know you don’t care about yourself, but look to your children and to their future.”

“I see today, I don't see tomorrow," Ayman replied.

“That’s just a tired and worn out excuse, a clique from a man who won’t think and who won’t accept responsibilities for his own action. In America we expect that simple me first thinking from a three year old, not from a grownup. Not from a man,” Dan knew the type of mindset he was facing all to well, he had seen this all before years ago in Africa. And what a pity to see people who were willing to see their country destroyed, just so they could rule over others by using fear and force as their means to stay in power.

Ayman wouldn’t answer the questions directly; instead he lets a thin smile show on his face, shrugs his shoulders and replies with, “Allah Akbar, we ruled the world before. With the help of Allah, the day will come soon when we will rule the entire world again. For us, Jihad is the way to spread the one true religion and terrorize our enemies, to expand the domain of Islam over the entire world. As children we were taught that Jihad is our right and it is our sacred duty to wage a religious holy war against all infidels, for continuous armed struggle against anyone who is not a Muslim. What you are seeing is the Sawa, ‘the Islamic awakening and we will sweep all before us. If you want peace, then you can have peace, except it will be a true peace under Islam, which will come with our total victory. We offer you a choice, bow down to Islam, or you will be forced to do so, or you will be killed. Allah has directed us to slay the unbelievers wherever we find them. You are a Christian and all Christians must convert to Islam or pay the jixyz. If you decide to fight you will be killed and your women will be treated as sex slaves.”

Dan refuses the baited barb as he replied with, “So far in the only large battle between our men, it was your side that did the dying.”

Ayman in a detached manner scoffed, “One battle does not decide this war. Fight us and you will die.” Then trying to insult Dan he says, “Until then you are only a Kuffar.”

Dan smiles as he answered, “Yes sooner or later I will die, before then I will not bow down. As for being a Kuffar, as in Arabic, the word for infidel, as one who refuses to submit to Allah and the Islamic faith, one who denies that Muhammad was God's messenger?”

Perplexed by the Americans answer Ayman hesitantly said, “Yes.”

“OK, I’ll accept being called that, a Kuffar, it’s only a word,” Dan shrugs, smiles and nods his head in agreement thinking ‘sticks and stones’. “As for your threat to kill me, in war as in life people die, maybe I will die fighting tomorrow, or in an accident next year, or even later in my life maybe from cancer or old age. Until then I live for God, as only he knows when a man’s time is up.”

Dan snickers as he continues, “With that in mind it’s still not much of a choice you offer? For a free people to convert and worship your way or to die, it ain’t gone-a-happen. And for you to think it will, that makes you a very poor student of history if you believe that you can force it. But that’s history; in today’s world your kind once again has forgotten that America is standing in you way, didn’t you. And peace we will have, but you’re the one’s who will have to learn to adopt or die, and your people will suffer greatly.”

“In that you are wrong. America is to soft, you have lost your will to win, you need to know that all of my men fight for the glory of Allah, and I would gladly sacrifice them all for victory. Every one of them would rejoice in being shahids. That means martyrs in the cause of fighting infidels where ever they are found.”

Dan laughs at this little man.

Ayman showing anger said, “What’s so funny?”

“Your not much of a leader are you? And that thought of wasting your men’s lives for so little is as old as it can be. Even before the time of Xerxes, your people don’t understand why free men will always oppose your type.”

Again with anger Ayman answers, “I am a far better leader then you, if necessary my men would die by the thousands if I say the word.”

“In my book a leader would gladly give up his life if it would save the unnecessary death of even one of his men. I don’t feel sorry for you, as you serve the devil and death, I serve Jesus and life.”

“If that is what you think then so be it, our hostility toward America is the will of Allah, it is my religious duty. And we the faithful are doing what Islam requires of us; we will be rewarded by Allah. For the Koran says it is the duty of Muslims to bring holy war to the enemy, so by killing as many American as I can, that makes me a good Muslim, as it is written in the Qur'an's as a guarantee of Paradise to those who "kill and are killed" for Allah. As we were taught and so we teach our children, Praise be to Allah the most merciful, who revealed the message of the sword to his servant the one true Prophet Muhammad, that there is no greater service to him then Jihad. La ILAAHA ILLALLAH, there is no God but Allah. This land used to be the Bilad al-kufr, or the Lands of the Infidels but no more, we fight here and it is now our land.”

Dan’s knowing smile of having heard this same old bull before shows again as he listens.

“No matter where a Muslim lives or in what numbers, a non-Muslim has no right to rule over them. That is a crime and is intolerable, and as an infidel you must pay for this offense against Allah, and his people. As I have offered before, you do have a choice, a simple one to convert to Islam, or to be defeated and subjugated to pay the tax or as we have now; war.”

“We won’t convert, we won’t pay your tax, and since you are here in force it looks like it will be War,” Dan added as a barb.

Ayman clears his throat with a cough then in a louder voice says, “Adullah bin Aufa; Allah's Apostle Mohammad said, ‘Know that Paradise is under the shade of swords.’ Soon the day will come when we will rule over all of America, and you can not stop us.”

“Thanks for being so considerate to bring the shade along so we can fight under it, one would hate to break a sweat wouldn’t we,” Dan answered, his tone of voice taunting.

“Sweat, heat, you do not know of such things.”

“I guess an August in Yuma or a February in the Kalahari really doesn’t count does it.” Dan replied with a smile as he added. “But I do know all about heat and humidity, working outside on the hot pavement, no breath of air or a slight wind, 95 degrees with the humidity at 80 percent will sap your strength a lot faster then 115 degrees of dry heat any day.”

Almost spitting out the words Ayman hissed, “Kuffar, then what do you fight for honor or Gold?”

“Gold is just a windy Kansas wheat field, and no it’s not for honor or gold I fight for. I fight for something more precious then life itself. I fight for my countries freedom as God gave us that right.” Dan could see that Ayman was confused for just a second by that quote from John Denver; good his plan was starting to pay off.

With a contemptuous laugh Ayman retorted, “You think your army is so good, ha, in all of your battles you have only fought the Chinese rear echelon units, Garrison and support troops, and their Militia units. Your ambush on Dhul-fiqar the 6^th Jihad Division was a surprise catching them unaware, you have been lucky so far. In open battle you will be the one surprised by the powers of the faithful. Then you will see that you have rightfully incurred the curse of Allah and his wrath that will follow. We work with the Angel of Death, and once your souls are gathered he will take them before Allah and there you will receive your just punishment.”

Dan refused to rise to the bait and said nothing, waiting.

Ayman with a sneer then said, “Who do you think you are some American Special Forces unit? And you, are you some Great War Leader?"

Dan shrugged his shoulders and shook his head no as he answered with a quote from Yoda, “War does not make one Great.”

Ayman was again puzzled by his answer and Dan could see that, as he thought ‘he’s not a Star Wars fan either. And Dans voice sounded tired as he answered, “And no we are not a Special Forces Unit, to be honest a little over eight months ago we were all civilians. You know just your regular Joe, we are truck drivers, mechanics, store clerks, merchants, ranchers, farmers, teachers and many other professions. We are just the average working American that gets the job done, we’re just the everyday common man that makes up the Militia that’s all.”

Ayman let’s a smirk show on his face, as he thinks farmers and clerks.

Dan seeing the disdain in his enemy’s eyes knows how easy it will be to get under this murderers skin so he adds, “As for me I’m just a trash man. You know, that’s the guy who’s job it is to haul away the Garbage, and that’s what I see in your so-called army of murderers, thieves, rapists, and cowards, just garbage that has invaded America. So I’m just doing my old job but now in the active Militia, to stay busy and haul out the trash that’s blown into America.”

As a glint of contempt shows in Aymans eyes and his nostrils dilate, Dan smiles and continues, “And that’s just what my men and I will do to you and your Army, haul it away. You see, to us you’re kind is nothing but some type of maggot infested rat filth, just another mess to bury and forget about.” Dan watched his enemy’s eyes and saw the spark of anger enter them again as he got the reaction he wanted.

Ayman’s eyes narrowed slightly showing his scorn for this contemptuous Kuffar, how he wanted to slit the throat and watch this arrogant American dog die. So he said almost in a hiss, “Militia,” as he turned his head to spit then continued with, “your the ones your president called vigilantes a few years ago, and your press has great distaste for.”

Dan’s smile was genuine as he answers, “Yep, the same ones; just your plain good old American where a few of our cooks and drivers killed over sixty plus Chinese Special Forces soldiers in January and all we suffered were two men wounded. That’s the same Militia people who a few weeks ago took on three Divisions at one time, and we either destroyed them in total or captured almost every man; and as you said one of those surprised Divisions was from your Jihad Army. Were your so-called warriors as you described them just garrison troops, or were they trained soldiers? Whatever they were, it made no difference in the end, as they are all dead now, dead or captured, but that doesn’t matter really because the war is over for them. And very soon the local traitors who converted and joined your army, will be hanged and then they will join the legions of dead fools in hell.

And as for the dead, your dead I want you to know that the blood was so thick that the desert sands could not absorb it, and the flies feasted until they were too fat to fly.” Dan smiled, glad that he knew a few Arabic sayings to needle his opponent with.

“And we’re also that same Militia who raided your handy work down east of Stockton last week and spoiled your fun,” Dan said, as if flashing a red flag at a bull just for a reaction.

Ayman smiled a wicked smile as he thought, ‘so it was your people, I will have my revenge and soon, then you will see who brags, you trash man scum.’ Then to hide his indignation he says in Arabic, “Inshallah,” then with a weak smile he translated, “as God wills it.” Then he uses a Latin term he knows this uneducated trash man wouldn’t understand, “ad astra, for Allah and for the Prophet Mohammad.”

Dan again smiles as he answered back, “Ad astra per alia porci.”

Seeing the questioned look on Ayman’s face Dan knew that this man has never read any John Steinbeck so he translates, “To the stars on the wings of pigs.”

Dan again saw the flash of anger in Aymans eyes as he added “Or do you prefer the term, ‘bellum internecinum’?” The questioning look he got back from Ayman tells him that the man didn’t know any Latin, so he translated, “Do you want a war of extermination?”

“If that is what Allah wishes, then that is what Allah will receive from his humble servants. As we were told by the one true prophet Muhammad, ‘Islam must dominate, and not be dominated’. And only by a war will the west finally be dominated.”

Dan has to choke back a laugh as he pauses for a second thinking, ‘this is too easy or is this man setting a trap, is he playing a game of mental chess’? Dan decided to lay a counter ambush for his opponent’s queen just in case as he continued. “Well Allah got his wish, because we sure rained on your parade a week ago didn’t we. In stopping your thugs from slaughtering another group of five thousand or more innocents,” Dan stated. “That’s where just 100 of my men killed how many of your running jackals, those flea infested wankers you call soldiers; four hundred dead or was it closer to 450?” Dan didn’t mention that he knew the exact number as that whole action had been filmed by one of their UAV’s. From the time when the Jihadist trucks pulled off of 26 highway and all the way through the punch up and the following rescue, and in getting the convoy of civilians in the captured trucks organized and heading them back east to safety behind our lines.

Ayman attempted a counter measure as he sneered, “In this war there are no innocents, only believers, only the ‘Ahl al-dhimma’ the protected people and beneath them all others. In the holy Quran we are directed to strike terror into the hearts of the non-believers, to use war and violence to force all the people of the world to praise Mohammad. For them to convert to the one true religion. There can be no peaceful coexistence, no compromise and never any true negotiations with a non-believer,” Ayman said with contempt and an even more intense glare that Dan had provoked.

That glare said it all, Ayman doesn’t play poker, he clearly was no chess player either, and he wasn’t even a good beginner at checkers. He was more like a child learning to play Old Maid or Go-Fish for the first time as each card he held was written on his face, this was way too easy. So Dan continued as if Ayman hadn’t said a thing, “And my men involved, no one was injured, not one Militiaman killed or hurt? But that doesn’t really matter, what counted was how many of your people we killed in less then thirty seconds, because you see a large part of your brave fighters were shot in the back running away. Yes running away, and to use a mid-east term ‘It is written,’ because the same fate will visit the rest of you soon, a few will die standing and fighting, but most will die running away, shot in the back like the pack of cowardly jackals you truly are. We both know that you and your kind have no guts, no stomach for a stand up fight. You are just like rats running from the Hawk, run and hide never to turn and face your opponent like men.”

“That’s how Israel a country of a little over six million people can stand against over 280 million Arabs. They know and the whole world sees again and again that you and your kind are nothing but a tribe of cowards.”

Ayman lost his composure and cursed in Arabic at this Militiaman and started to reach for his pistol, but the two Chinese officers with him grabbed his arms and kept him from violating the truce.

It took more then a few seconds for him to regain his composure and with a visible effort he laughed and said, “You are good, I expected you would say things to make me angry, but not so easily or so soon.” His laugh was weak, it failed to cover his simmering anger as he sneered and said with scorn. “It must be because you hold such a low position in your country, normally I would not talk to an infidel, and lately I have been too busy shooting them. The Koran commands me to either torture or kill those who disobey Allah. As you see, I am busy doing Allah’s will nothing more.”

“Ahh, at last you speak the truth, that is what your men, the forty five prisoners we captured in that raid, all have been saying. They say that you are truly a brave and most revered warrior of Islam’s, a majestic war leader, fearless and brave. In their words they say the people you have killed personnel, first have their hands tied behind their backs, men, women, children and the old it makes no difference whom. Then you line them up and shoot them in the back of the head. In the captured command vehicle we found several copies of the DVD’s your people love to make, showing off their rapes, the firebombing of churches and homes packed with people, countless be-headings and shootings of individuals by officers or the killing of small groups by using firing squads.”

Dan turns his head to spit as he continued, “Yes Genera,l you are a brave man to do such things and to let your men follow your example, but not for much longer. Soon the whole world will know that you are nothing more then a pathetic little man. One that forgets his history and yet one who will be remembered along with the likes of Mao, Stalin, Hitler and Pol Pot, as just another bloody butcher.”

Ayman acted indifferent and remarked, “Allah is watching, and he is the only one I answer too. When we are finished here in America we will head back to our lands to reestablish the caliphate that is when the world will be at peace. Al-Siba'i, under Islamic law, there's no such thing as a civilian; no distinction between military and civilians, just believers and then others like yourself just kuffar’s.”

Dan shaking his head no, then answered back with, “Fools and cowards never learn; after this war we will have the trials, the same as were held after World War II. That is where the world listened to the pathetic excuse of the Nazi’s saying ‘they were just following orders’. And your excuse will be just as weak, that you were just being a good Muslim following your religion, and it will sound just as hollow as the Nazi’s, but with a religious twist this time as they say, ‘but I killed for Allah’. Don’t worry though, your trial will be fair, and swift, and when it is over you will be hanged, and justice will be done. And people the world over will finally see that your religion has a political agenda with a supremacist bent and with an all too often violent explosions, sometimes that violence is even used against it’s own members. All this death and murder is directed by your so called men of God, men who are so easily corruptible, and just in it for greed and power.”

Ayman shrugged, “If that is the will of Allah, so be it. But a lot of death will happen before then, that is written,” with a smile he finished with, “for Muhammad, said I bring your slaughter.”

With a smile Dan answered with, “The day the Ghost Walks, you're to be at the front of the line.”

“Try as you may Infidel, I do not become sacred when you speak!”

Ignoring the barb Dan, knew that his antagonist didn't understand so he said, “Oh by the way when you buried your dead did you check inside their mouths, between the toes or in their ears?” Dan saw the change, the slight look of doubt in Aymans eyes, and the question that was forming of why, why ask such a thing?

Dan chuckled as he continued, “Didn’t think so, I’ll let you in on a little secret just between us Generals. Every time we kill one of your men and just your men, not any of the Chinese, we put some lard either deep down in their throat, down inside one of their ears or between their toes. That lard is made from pig fat and we both know what that means! If we take time to bury your dead we place them face down with the head pointed to the south; so if they were to somehow find their way to heaven, they won’t be allowed in, as they are unclean. When we finish with you, your body will be the same, buried face down and unclean.”

Ayman again had to be restrained by the two Chinese Officers his face was purple with rage, his eyes were bugged and blood shot, his anger was a burning flame that would only die down when this American and his whole family were killed. How dare this infidel defile the faithful, the true believers and followers of Mohammed the prophet of Allah! He shouted, “You know what we did to the Americans we captured in Iraq, we will do that to any Militia we capture, that I swear. As for your unit, Allah curses Dogs.”

Dan replied with out raising his voice, “Winston Churchill told Hitler, ‘you do your worst, and we will do our best.’ And the same for use we will do our best, as God said in Ecclesiastes, ‘For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than a dead lion. You do know that my units unofficial motto is, ’ Chingera Imbawa’, which means beware of the dog.”

”Ha, and because you are a dog Inshallah you will be disgraced, very soon,” Ayman boasted.

Dan's eyes betrayed him as he warned, “If you reach for that weapon one more time I will see you dead!”

Ayman didn't answer, all he could see was death behind those copper green eyes, his death. This American was by far the most deadly man he had ever met,

Dan glanced over at General Dix standing next to Lieutenant General Greene, who he was talking to the Chinese General, he could see them both clearly as they were about sixty meters away. Dix nodded his head and gave the hand signal to indicate that their Army Commander was about finished talking with his Chinese counterpart.

So now Dan acted as if Ayman’s last outburst had angered him, his eyes narrowed and he lowered his voice and cursed by saying, “Imborieaucu, that’s Ndebela and in English it means ‘you’re a ball bag’ ‘a scrotum’, you and you’re kind are all nothing but filthy bloody bastards in my book. Worthy only of contempt, to be shot, buried and forgotten.”

“Lucky for you that I made a promise to my commander to not rip your throat out, right here on this spot. I have watched the old Black-n-White series about World War Two, ‘The World at War.’ And especially the part on, “Genocide,’ The Germans back then failed, even with their evil impersonate dedication. And you will fail too, and your people will soon find out about the good old American payback that will soon follow.”

“You think we should call you bedlam, a close kin to chaos for the evil that you do here. In that you are wrong because you’re nothing, just a mislead follower of Satan. The one thing that you can be sure of that soon, very soon our forces will meet in battle, and when we do, your men better be prepared to dance with the Devil.

When you next see me I will be your worst nightmare; you will know Hell-fire and Brimstone that I promise you. As for you soldiers, ‘You tell them I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me!’ Because when we are finished with you that’s where your people will be, IN HELL.”

“Just ask your Chinese friends what it’s like to face us,” as Dan turned to walk away he tossed one of the Militia’s Indian and Wolf cards at Aymans feet.

Ayman taunted the American as he walked away, “If that is the will of Allah so be it, remember you are not the spokesman for Allah, Kuffar.”

Dan heard him but he didn’t turn back to say anything, he wouldn’t give the arrogant bastard that satisfaction.

One of the two Chinese Majors who had restrained Ayman from violating the truce looked down at the card and literally turned white, as he saw the side of the card with the American Indian standing over his vanquished enemy. He had seen these cards before, looking back up at the American Generals back as he walked away, he expected to see the man turn into a wolf and scamper away.

His understanding of English was fairly good, he hadn’t completely followed all of the words exchanged between the American and the Jihad Corp assistant commander. But he understood the American well enough and saw the rage and response that he was able to get out of Emir Ayman. He could see that this American commander was good at needling his opponent, and not just in combat. He did it with out raising his voice until the end, and even more so with his last few words that were measured and to the point.

From the beginning he had controlled their talk, and directed it to what he wanted to discuss. The Emir never had a chance talking to this Militia Commander, from the anger that was provoked showed who was a true leader. This American must be a strong warrior, one who must have a powerful spirit living inside of him that gave such powers.

And this same Warrior walking away was the General of the so-called Wolf Soldiers, the Militia that had caused so much fear among the average Chinese soldiers. The destroyer’s of many divisions and swallowing others with out any warning. The reports that had come back with the few surviving soldiers during the winter battles had called them ghosts that haunt the woods.

These reports lead to a mutiny in two of our Divisions just before the New Year, battled tested units that had faced this militia and were decimated by these warrior ghosts. When rebuilt and ordered back to face them again, the two veteran units refused to do so. That mutiny had forced the Field Marshall to pull both divisions back to Stockton, to execute the senior officers and some of the more vocal soldiers in front of the rest of the troops, and several of the other commanders were demoted in rank for losing control. All because the common soldiers had refused to fight against this Militia again. Their fear of the Americans was greater then the fear of their own Commander. And then came the open shame in having too exchange the two rebellions divisions with two units from the southern Army’s reserves in Fresno and Bakersfield.

Those experienced soldiers who had seen first hand or witnessed the aftermath of the hit and run tactics the Militia used against them since they joined the fight last year, the decimating of many small units, or the unseen snipers that were killing Company Commanders and 1st Sgts. as they trained their men. Countless sentries and supply drivers killed silently, most with their throats cut. The assassins always leaving these cards behind to remind us, that the wolf is out there watching, and waiting, killing, then disappearing with out a trace. Always taunting them with these cards they left behind asking, ‘Who’s Next’.

Maybe those two divisions that refused to fight them were the smart ones; as this Militia had in turn slaughtered the two divisions from the south plus the Jihad reserve division when they were moving up north last month, over 46000 men killed or captured, and with less then 300 of our men that had evaded capture or death, so few were able to return and tell of the massacre.

To make matters worse at the same time this Militia had annihilated most of another division guarding the road and swallowed two more Divisions whole that were up guarding the passes' all with out any word or warning. Those two divisions had vanished like yesterdays wind, and then they forced another division the 43^rd to pull back from the top of the pass that they were guarding. We may still hold the lower part of 88 highway, blocking the Americans from using it to re-supply their forces on this side of the mountains. But it is they who control the mountains and the woods, not us, the stories must be true, these Americans were as restless spirits of the wild lands, ones that hunt and kill any and all who dare enter their domain.

And the reports from the few survivors of the three massacred divisions, reporting that these Militia ghost had suddenly appeared out of the woods with out any warning, in over whelming numbers all along highway 49; almost fifty kilometers behind the front lines delivering their death to all who opposed them. Their reports told the story of lightning and thunder and lasers being used to mow down whole units before they could unload from the vehicles and fight.

Just like last fall west of Reno, appearing out of the woods killing our soldiers in great numbers and then again later at Bridgeport with no warnings of any type for our soldiers, that the militia were coming to kill them. Three times stabbing our forces in the side slaughtering them, and destroying whole units in ever-greater numbers, forcing us to retreat. And each time this militia force would appear in larger numbers and more deadly.

Some of our men spread rumors and say that the American Militia are not real men but the Ghost’s of Americans soldiers roused from their graves; or so some of our soldiers believed. Ghost that were called forth once again to defend their homeland, seeking vengeance for being called from their slumber, back to the land of the living. The more superstitious men said they are the spirits of dead warriors and mighty hero’s coming to eat the flesh, and to drink the blood of the living, our blood.

Watching the American walk away he wonders if he is one such warrior, pulled back from the grave to help his nation one more time. A man spirit that was unafraid to spit in the eye or to even dance with the devil, the Major could sense that this American was a bringer of death to those who dared him.

As if someone had thrown cold water on him his mind clears and now he understands exactly what this wolf leader meant when he used the words, ‘Hell's comin' with me.’

These thoughts cause the Major to feel that icy cold hand of fear touch his spine, followed by an involuntary shudder that runs through him. As if awakening from a dream he realized, ‘We are not going to win this war in America, and most of us here in California will die, far, far from home.’ The Khan, who I had so much faith in up until now, was wrong and we will die a useless death. All because the Khan didn’t know what the Americans were able to become when pushed, but we do now.

A deep sadness creeps into him filling his heart as he realized ‘My people will be cursed and destroyed, just like the Japanese were sixty years ago, these Americans who love freedom have gods more powerful then ours. Our only hope is for the America’s to lose their will to fight. But with men like this one leading them, we have no hope.’

As the two Chinese officers release Ayman, he bends over and picks up the card. Looking at the card he snickers in seeing the American Indian with the words written across the bottom, Who’s Next, it’s comical using such cheap antics to try and scare your enemy. But the laugh dies in his throat just as quickly as it started when he turns the card over and saw on the back. ‘Varkân’, one whispered word spoken in his native Farsi escapes his trembling lips, “Varkân.”

Ayman’s breath freezes in his lungs he can neither inhale nor exhale as that cold primal fear runs through his whole body; it is the same wolf he has seen in his dreams so many times. ‘Varkân,’ I’m in the land of the wolves. This man must be the same wolf from his nightmares that makes him talk, telling all that he and Kalidia have planned the last few years.

The wolf does that by just by looking at him, without any torture, without beating him up our using drugs. In his dreams, the wolf has to just look in his eyes and Aymans courage is gone, his hand reaches out and touches me and I feel incredulous pain. Ayman shudders again in fear, as he looks at the back of the Militia General walking away, and in knowing that soon he will have to dance with this devil, Allah have pity on me.

He try’s hard to push these thoughts and the fear out of his mind but another thought comes to the front. This Militia commander must be a dijinie, and he has cast his evil spell over me. That can be the only way the American got him so mad. He looked into my soul and saw me as nothing. If I beg and plead he would not spare me, I have seen the words, it is written in blood, my blood and the blood of the ones I have killed. This American is the future and now I know my time is close, very close and I can do nothing to stop it from coming.

Then a question comes into his mind, one question that he knows will never be answered, ‘Where do people like this live until called to war?’ The Americans always seem to have them when they are needed most. Mighty warrior’s that come from a people who profess and believe in Peace, work for peace. And yet they still have them living among them in great numbers, these warriors, not as rulers or lords, but as this Kuffar had described himself and his men, ‘just your average American.’

Still staring at the American walking away Ayman is very afraid, and prays, “Allah protect me from this man, I am just a faithful servant of yours I follow your laws as written by the prophet, give my heart the courage and my arm the strength to destroy this foe, this infidel. Allah bless me and protect me as one who strives to restore the days of glory and honor of Islam. Oh Allah, I am just a simple servant who strives to bring the one truth to these pagans.”

His prayer brings no solace as he recalls what the American in his own words has called himself; ‘just a trash-man’, a garbage hauler and he was not ashamed, in fact he had mentioned it with pride. I now know the American spoke the truth; I am nothing but garbage to be hauled away, to be buried in an unmarked grave. No honor, no glory just a cold dark death. Ayman said a second silent prayer, ‘Allah the Merciful, the most Compassionate, help me, my soldiers and my people, Allah have compassion on us your faithful servants in America, for we are lost.’

Dan glanced over to where he knew Gunny Curry and his people were hidden, he couldn’t see a thing out of the ordinary just some rocks and some low scattered shrubs and weeds. Eli good to his word had worked his magic again in picking locations and then in camouflaging them, to hide the support team if they had been needed.

Then he half turned and glanced back across the creek, he knew that that the Chinese had deployed three sniper teams and a two man control group two days ago, some where over there he knew one of them right now had his scoped rifle zeroed on him.

Eli had told him not to worry, as he had crossed grained over two K’s behind the agreed meeting point, and came across their spoor. He then had followed it back another six kilometers and found where they had De-bussed. Then following their tracks back up to where the teams had separated he followed each one in turn. When he felt he was close enough and using an inferred game seeker he was able to pinpoint each of their positions and to get in right behind them and placed a radio controlled Claymore behind them, just in case. Dan couldn’t help his smile as he thought the Chinese teams might be good maybe even better then his men, but they didn’t stand a chance when a real bushman like Eli was on their tracks.

After the Chinese snipers had arrived and their hides located, Eli then placed our sniper teams and he had used the rocks and trees to mask our men’s positions from the Chinese. Even if they had thermal scopes they would never know that our men were any where in the picture. And if their snipers had been a threat against our command team, they would have been neutralized in a flash, and the Chinese commanders in the next second, thank goodness for them that hadn’t become necessary.

Another smile showed on his face as he was thinking back to his talk, for a second there he thought the Jihad General was going to reach for a weapon, lucky for him that the two Chinese officers had stopped him. Dan wiped him mouth with his hand to hide the hint of a smile that had formed and didn’t want to go away, 'I sure would have loved to use my Taser again.' To bad too, I really would have enjoyed seeing him quavering on the ground like a bowl of jell-o. Just as fast as he thinks it Dan pushes that thought out of his mind, I can’t let myself go down that pathway. Yes revenge is a sweet dessert, but one I refuse to eat. I want justice but not revenge, justice for all Americas here in California and for our dead.

We have more then enough proof already gathered against him, when the war is over we will have a trial, a quick but fair one, and then he will be hanged. Pure and simple, Justice will be done, but the thought of him rolling on the ground and being shocked, the screaming and crying, did bring a smile to one’s face. Soon very soon this smug bastard will be hosted on his own petard with his own words, a very fitting end indeed.

Dan gave the thumbs up and over their secure radio net heard Eli say through the ear bud he wore. “Very well done sir, I got it all on digital. If he’s alive when we have the trials after the war, and this is presented as evidence, he has really hung himself with his own words. I guarantee that before he hangs, he will give us the names of those who gave him the orders. What did you mean when you said, 'When the ghost walks?”

“That's a term from theater, it simply means Pay Day has arrived.”

Eli laughed as he said, “Fitting, and I just about wet myself laughing when you quoted that line by Kurt Russell from the movie Tombstone. ‘You tell them I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me!”

Dan nodded his head in agreement and smiles again; yes he will give up the names no doubt about that.

Eli continued, “One other thing, the Chinese are poop scared of those cards you guys made up, the Major on the right of Gen. Ayman took one look and turned white, and I do mean white, just like a corpus. I could see the hint of fear on his face that he tried to hide. And when Ayman picked it up and turned it over his arrogance vanished like a fart in the wind. He looked liked he was seeing a picture of his own death! When we pull out after dark, I’ll show you the video.”

Dan again gave the thumbs up signal as his answer.

“Sir if I’m not being too nosy in asking, but you aren’t mad or angry, I would be after hearing that S.O.B. brag like that,” Sgt Ryan Brothers, Dan’s Arabic linguist said as they walk back up the hill to the waiting Humvee?

“I can’t let my self get mad no matter what Ryan, it only clouds your thoughts and will make you do things that cost too many lives, I learned that lesson long ago. Yes I may hate the actions of our enemies; but the Lord doesn’t want me to hate my enemies, he wants us to be better then that. So I try my hardest not to hate, but lately I have been sorely tested, it’s almost more then I can take at times.”

“What do you do then sir?”

Stopping by the two Humvee’s Dan turns and said, “I ask the Lord for strength and he provides all that I need, then I think about a short story I read on the AWRM site a few years ago it goes something like this,

‘a Japanese samurai, who had lent money to a fisherman, made a trip on collection day to where the fisherman lived. Unable to pay, the poor fisherman had fled and tried to hide himself from the samurai, who was famous for his short temper.

The samurai went to the fisherman’s home and, not locating him there, made a search of the town. As his search for the fisherman proved fruitless, the samurai grew furious. Finally, at twilight, he came across the fisherman cowering under an overhanging cliff. In anger, he drew his sword. “What do you have to say?” he shouted.

The fisherman replied, “Before you kill me, I want to make a statement. Can you grant me this humble request?”

The samurai said, “You ingrate! I lent you money when you needed it and also gave you a year to pay, and this is how you repay me. Out with it, before I change my mind.”
“I’m sorry,” the fisherman said. “what I want to say is this. I have just started to learn the art of the empty hand and the first thing I learned was the precept: “If your hand goes forth, withhold your temper; if your temper goes forth, withhold your hand.”

The samurai was astounded to hear these words from the lips of this simple fisherman. He put his sword back into its scabbard and said, “Well, your right. But remember this, I shall be back one year from today, and you had better have the money ready.” Thereupon, he left.

Night had fallen when the samurai returned home and, as was the custom, he was ready to announce his return when he noticed a shaft of light streaming from his bedroom through the door, which was slightly ajar. He peered intently from where he stood and could see his wife sleeping and the faint outline of someone sleeping next to her. He was startled and exploded in anger as he realized it was another samurai. He drew his sword and stealthily crept towards the room. He lifted his sword and was ready to charge into the room when the words of the fisherman came to him. “If your hand goes forth, withhold your temper. If your temper goes forth, withhold your hand.”

The samurai went back to the entrance and said in a loud voice, “I have returned.” His wife got up, opened the door and came out with his mother following to greet him. His mother had his clothes on. She had put on some of his samurai clothes to frighten away intruders in his absence.

The year passed quickly and, come collection day, the samurai made the long trip again.

The fisherman was waiting for him. As the samurai approached his home, the fisherman ran out and said, “ I had a good year. Here is what I owe you and interest besides. I don’t know how to thank you.” The samurai put his hand on the fisherman’s shoulder and said, “You do not owe me anything. I owe you.”

“Now the moral behind that being that you should always think clearly and without anger to cloud your judgment.”

“I like that sir, If your hand goes forth, withhold your temper. If your temper goes forth, withhold your hand.”

“The man who pinned that article used the name of, Texas Resistance he followed it up with, ‘You will be much more effective in combat if you keep your mind unemotional so your thinking stays clear. And the flipside is that if you can anger your opponent enough when he advances so enraged and full of deadly intent, you cause him to stumble.’ Or worse to act with such stupidity or false bravado he fights with only half of his ability. That is what I was trying to achieve, and also I want to scare them too, I think I achieved both.”

Dan heard Eli chuckle over his ear bud, “Chingera Imbawa maybe for now, but I’m starting to think it’s going to be more like Vusankuzi before it’s all over sir.”

“Beware of the dog I understand Eli but ‘vusankuzi’, you got me with that one,” Dan said smiling.

Eli answered, “We have made the Chinese fear us, but the Muslim Jihad army has stepped way over the line, Vusankunzi is Ndebele which means ‘Wake up the bull.’ I think the American people when they finally hear about all the evil these little men have been doing the last few months here in California, they won’t be satisfied with just dealing with them here. The President is going to have to do some fancy talking to keep down the people’s desire for making a few of the cities in the Muslim world glow in the dark, from being nuked by us.” Eli paused then he finished with, “But then that’s another story we will have to see to later.” A very hard edge had come out as he voiced his well-controlled rage; he was defiantly saying what they all felt.

Dan watched as the two Army commanders, General Greene and his Chinese counterpart shook hands then saluted each other and turned and walked away.

It was strange to think that a short halt to the fighting had been arraigned so that the opposing commanders could talk about water. We hold most of the spill gates and the pumping stations that supply the cities main reservoirs, and they have millions of our civilians as hostages. I guess there must be some rules in warfare, now if the Chinese won’t get the Jihad Army under control, we are going to have to teach them both a hard lesson. I know the men will be more then willing to instruct that lesson with brass knuckles, and some good old whoop-ass by the bushel.

Dan shakes his head slightly as he thinks, ‘A righteous man is slow to anger, he is indeed a foe few wish to face’; but that’s a lesson that we have to teach the world again and again every fifty years or so. History does repeat itself all too often, why won’t our own liberals and the world’s elites learn this simple truth? To leave the American people alone, strong and at peace.’

(The following is from Jihad Watch Robert Spencer, Dialogue with the Devil 11/19/06)

A lesson learned from the real world, If you cut and run they will come after you.

Osama bin Laden said in an interview with ABC News, in 1998 that America's humiliating retreat from Somalia emboldened him and his jihadists troops: ‘The youth were surprised at the low morale of the American soldiers and realized more than before that the American soldier was a paper tiger and after a few blows ran in defeat.’ (Worldnetdaily.com ARTICLE_ID=52185)

‘Black Hawk Down’ which portrayed our 1993 Somalia adventure, led by the Coward in Chief Bill Clinton and of course his buds at the UN, and their so-called ‘peace’ plan. That’s where 100 of our soldiers were sent on a near suicidal mission after being denied equipment requested by their commander as mission essential, because it looked to aggressive (tanks and C-130 gun ships). Gen. Boykin the overall commander of the task force; repeated his same tactics, three mission in a row, assuming his enemies weren’t smart enough to catch on? (A commander must never underestimate his opponent, never, because it just might come back to bite him in the ass.) Any way his forces were surrounded trapped and almost destroyed by the main warlord’s fighters that had been trained by Al Qaeda.

If he’s a good commander I’ll bet you he still wakes up at night, and hears those desperate radio calls for help from his soldiers' in his dreams.

Now remember the peaceful Islamic enemy after killing some of the U.S. soldiers were the ones who started the desecration, after stripping off their uniforms, they tied chains around their necks, hooked them to the back of their gun cars and then dragged their bloody, naked bodies through the streets of Mogadishu, all the while a huge peaceful crowd was laughing and cheering them on.

Maybe Gen. Boykin has been accused of being ‘insensitive’ in his talking about the brutality displayed by some of these Somalia warlords to their own people and to us. He accused them of crimes to humanity after watching them commit mass murder using starvation for their weapon. But I agree with him when I say the way they treated our dead soldiers was way past disgraceful, it was meant for the world to see and to humiliate us on TV (aided by a very willing media of course).

But the most despicable thing has happened after the fact. Is that our leaders even today keep reminding us that these people practice a religion of peace and understanding and that they are deserving of our respect. Even after they take two of our men prisoners in Iraq and mutilated the bodies so bad it takes DNA testing to say whom they are, and again they still say the same crap; Islam is a religion of peace.

They are wrong, and what ever they are smoking it has to be illegal, you know it’s called Dope for a good reason.

Christianity is the religion of peace; though sometimes our ideals don’t always carry over to our politics. One of the lessons I learned about my God and his son our savoir Jesus were to respect others and not to hate them, not to be disingenuous like the enemy we face, to leave the dead alone. In modern warfare there are rules, if one side chooses not to follow them that is to their peril, because from then on all bets are off. We should live to the motto, ‘Treat me good I will treat you better. Treat me bad, I will treat you worse.’

Today and well into the future we are now in a war for our very survival, to win we will have to do what is necessary. If not we will lose, and our playing nice will have been for nothing.

I for one don’t want to be on the losing side, do you?

Our leaders who want to be PC, to be sensitive to our enemy’s feelings during a war are stupid, period. We must use the lesson taught to us by our fathers in World War II as they learned to use their developing weapons to fight and win. If we have to do the same today, to destroy their cities and crush their will to resist so be it. The necessity to send in men with rifles and bayonets to occupy their land, killing any who shot at our people, and if it gets real nasty to use every weapon in our arsenal necessary to force them to lay down their weapons and beg for peace. When they have no land, no soldiers and no weapons left to fight with they will beg for peace, then and only then do we stop the killing!

Hard, yes but it worked against Germany, and it took two atomic bombs to force the Imperial Japanese to surrender and stop using their Kamikazes.

As for our enemy today, as with German and Japan after WWII we changed their governments and their culture because it was necessary for them to fit in with the rest of the world.

Our commitment to finishing the job and being hard to our enemies worked back then, because it kept the Soviet Union from becoming the next one to push us to war. They saw the destruction we had rained down on Germany and Japan, the courage of our fighting men and women and all of the sacrifices our Sailors, Marines and Soldiers would make if necessary in taking enemy held ground. If we do anything less today, it just encourages the next dumb aggressive bastard to give world domination another try. I for one refuse to leave the dirty work for my kids to finish the task for me. Real men and real women finish the job given to them, are you one? JN

(C-71)

Scared is better then DEAD

"Never apologize, son. It's a sign of weakness."

Capt. Nathan Brittles telling a young Lt. when he made the right decision.

John Wayne in "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon," 1948,

“You know we are going to have a harder time with the Jihad soldiers then with the regular Chinese soldiers don’t you?”

“How so Colonel,” Lt. Little asks?

“Well take for instance this saying by a Islamic Teacher right after the London bombings and I’ll read the quote right from the article I first read in JihadWatch.org years ago.”

"My religion doesn't tolerate other religion . . . Jihad is a part of my religion."

“I am telling you that my religion doesn't tolerate other religion. It doesn't tolerate. The only one law which needs to spread, it can be here or anywhere else, has to be Islam.’ And the average Muslim believes that he is better then any other western man, it doesn’t matter that he lives in poverty while his religious teachers live like princes. To most of them they want to be spoon-feed others opinions so they don’t have to think for themselves. As robots they pride themselves on being diehard obedient literal believers of Allah. They believe their leaders are all knowing and are to be followed with out thinking.”

“These leaders are arrogant sons of bitches, and the people who follow just a bunch of dumb lemmings,” Lt. Little says shacking his head, “worse then our own sheeple ever were.”

“That’s correct their religion doesn’t allow for the average man to stand up to those in charge even when they are corrupt or clearly in the wrong. They are taught that ‘Jihad is a part of their religion and what we as free people have to understand (is) that anyone who fight for this sake of Allah . . . when he dies, the first drop of blood that comes from him . . . all his sin will be forgiven.’ I’m sure you know most of the suicide hijackers on 911 weren’t driven by poverty, or chronic unemployment. They were motivated entirely by a form of Islam that promotes jihad and death to all who live outside their religion, which is most of the civilized world. They hate us most of all because we are free, and refuse to cow down to them. They are now killing Americans--including women and children--without conscience. Since the time of Mohammed they have been taught that we, all of the non-believers in their religion, are the lowest of the low. And they think any thing is justified because of their religion, that they can do no wrong. All because of a self serving parasitic clergy, who labor hardest of all at defending Islam and keeping the masses in servitude to them, not to their religion.”

“A lot of people call this Islamofascim, and they think it belongs right beside, Nazism, Communism and all other types of Fascism that promote hate and violence against others. Any arrogant people who refuse to tolerate others are a threat to all peaceful people, we watched them for years but refused to believe what they said they would do. Now they are once more killing on a worldwide scale; millions upon millions are dying again because of our selfish politicians and for international trade. Money and greed caused this war all thanks to our leaders, who refused to do their duty and prevent this threat from growing into such a formable foe, Damn them all.”

“I agree with you sir, it sounds a lot like what the elders of my tribe told me about the Japanese soldiers and officers in WWII. One of them had survived the Bataan Death March and the years of suffering and surviving the hell of a POW camp. Even when the prisoners were freed by our troops he said the Imperial Officers couldn’t understand why they were being arrested and held for trial, in the Japs minds they hadn’t broken any rules.”

Col. Hartwell agreed, “That is true, history is repeating itself again. There are a lot more quotes I could give you, from their leaders even now but you understand already. Their teachers have been working on these men since they were five or six years old, the average Muslim is just like the Hitler Youth during the 1930’s, they have been brained washed to believe their way is the only way. No other word to use for it either, brained washed from dawn to dusk and trained to hate the western world period.”

“But the Chinese are different because the Khan took control only two years ago. He discredited the former Communist rulers and started his own brainwashing program, that the Khan was the one salvation of the Chinese people. That only he could return China to its former greatness and rule over seventy percent of the world, as did the first Khan’s. His control over them and their faith in him hasn’t been ingrained. Hitler took over as the chancellor in 1933, and by 1939 he was ready for War.”

“Even though the Chinese Communist were in power for over fifty years, at first they worshiped Mao as a living God, then after he died the rulers changed that to the ideal of communism not to any one individual leader. The Khan has inspired his soldiers to follow orders because they are soldiers. But a lot of his men are not really soldiers at heart and when a little fear and doubts enters their minds about the fighting here in America, that’s our way in.”

“So you’re saying, that the less well trained Jihad soldiers are harder psychological to crack,” Sgt. Little asked with a smile?

“So far that seems the case especially the ones from the Middle East we have fewer prisoners from them percentage wise then we do Chinese; and they are not at all like the local Muslim converts. Most of them are former inmates and the Military says they will all be tried for treason after the war. They are all talking hoping they can get a deal from a soft DA, not realizing it’s a hard ass JAG officer they will be seeing. As for the ones from the mid-east a lot of their men chose to die in mass, attempting counter-attacks or as solo suicide bombers trying to infiltrate our positions, a lot like the Japanese did in WWII.”

“If our little act doesn’t work, we can always turn them over to Eli’s two interrogators Sir! You know that big Nigerian who used to be a Muslim and that Lebanese Christian, both speak Arabic and they don’t mess around at all. A few chosen words, and talking about the hell they intend sending their Islamic victims to covered in pig guts has worked so far.”

“That’s because those two understand the prisoner’s culture and religion, having lived in and around them their whole lives they have the edge we don’t. You can try LT, if it works that’s fine, if not then I agree, let Eli’s men have a go at them.”

Lt. Little recovering from his wounds at San Andres has been working for Col Hartwell when he came up with an idea on how to break the will of the junior Chinese officers captured and now their other prisoners. With a little show and dance as he calls it; the enemy already fear’s the prairie wolfs (Kansas Militia), now we can use that to our advantage.

Six prisoners are lead in and tied to stakes, circling a small fire, before them stands Lt. Little, his face is covered with war paint, dark blue in a line from the bridge of his nose and just under his eyes running from ear to ear and up to his hairline.

Then a Bright white band just under the blue that covers his nose down to include his top lip and runs across his face, touching the blue all the way.

The last band that covers his lower lip, chin and jaw line then runs down his neck in places is a deep red, not blood red but it is close enough that it is shocking to see.

He has let his hair grow then shaved the sides, the top center he had shaped it into a Mohawk that stands almost three inches tall, with the fresh scar on his right shoulder and his face painted so, he looks more then menacing.

He is striped to the waist and has several handprints in black and earth yellow tone applied to his muscular chest and back. He is wearing regular woodland BDU pants that adds rather then takes away from the dramatic effect as a loin cloth covers the front and back. On his feet he is wearing a pair of Apache knee high moccasins with the pants BDU’s tucked in, so when he moves about he doesn’t make a sound, and that adds to the fear he is building in the prisoners. He has a very large bowie knife in one hand and a tomahawk in the other, and they look very threatening. He has worked up a war dance as he calls it, with him jumping and gesturing around the fire, before he starts his Integration of prisoners.

Six other American Militia soldiers assist in playing a part of this theater of the mind by sitting in a semi-circle to one side of the darkened room. All are dressed similar to the LT and each of them has their faces painted differently which aids in the desired psychological pressure on their prisoners. When Lt. Little gives the single they start a rhythmic beating on drums and sing a chant that Cody taught them. This adds to the prisoner’s fears of not knowing what to expect, what are these crazy Americans doing?

When Lt. Little finishes his war dance, one prisoner is singled out and separated from the rest and lead out of sight, the others hear sounds of shouted questions followed by no as his answer. They Clearly hear the threat made to talk or die, followed by a silence, then comes a final warning followed by a shorter silence.

Suddenly they hear screams for mercy quickly followed by a shriek of someone in mortal fear of death, then a loud howl that is human but resembles a wolf call, then silence. Lieutenant Little soon comes back into view, his hands and forearms are covered in blood and his knife is dripping more blood. In one hand he is holding up what looks like a heart that is oozing blood, he then skewers it on a stick and places it over the fire, and then dances around the fire waving his bloody hands and knife, for all the other prisoners to see. The J-2 interpreter’s then start their work, by describing in detail what the prisoners thought happened, their friends heart has been ripped from his chest. If they won’t answer questions they can expect the same fate or worse. To show his prisoners how blood thirst he was Lt. Little takes a bite out of a piece of cooked meat that was on another stick over the main fire as he says in Chinese, “Wei doa zhen hao,” in English that means, “It’s delicious.”

Then the questioning of them begins in earnest, the Chin soldiers are transfixed as they watch this barbaric act; and then Lt. Little lets out a blood-curdling shriek followed by another wolf howl. This is too much for the prisoners and all of them begin answering like robots when questioned and they are soon talking freely, helping each other when one man pauses to think. These men might have been ready to die on the battlefield in combat, or to be beaten up and tortured if caught, to die if necessary for the Khan. But not to be slaughtered like rabbits, not this way, to die at the hands of a savage American. (Thank you Hollywood, for the many years of preparation you have provided the world.)

Later when the J-2 people get all the info they were after, confirming other groups information and new leads to follow, the Chin prisoners are untied but still under guard. The prisoners are ordered to pick up the unconscious body of their man in the next room; the one they though had his heart ripped out; this causes a complete loss of spirit or face as the oriental saying goes, and they are completely cowed. The unconscious man had been given an injection of a powerful sedative by a waiting doctor, and has suffered no injuries. The cowed prisoners are not taken back to the main camp but are sent on to a larger POW camp, back in eastern Nevada where they are kept in small isolated groups, in case further questions needed to be asked.

After a month they will be given a chance to join the growing Free Chinese Army, to redeem themselves later when they return to China.

The rest of the Officers in the POW holding camp have heard the screams and the beating drums, they have been told rumors by several planted Free Chinese Army troops among them, that the Americans have turned to savagery and pure blood lust, they have become demons looking for revenge, so give up all hope and expect no mercy if you are lead away to the drum room! Not a single prisoner has ever returned from there, not a one!

“Some people might call this torture, so be it. Your definition and mine vary, so I’ll give you an example of what I know to be true,” Colonel Hartwell explains, it so well in his Operations Journal.

‘To me Torture is seeing my innocent countrymen, women, children and babies shot as they were fleeing the advancing invaders. Torture as in viewing the many aerial photos of several open mass graves of people who would not convert to a forced on them religion, or into denounce America. The summery executions of ones who have opposed the quislings that work with the enemy, tortured and then murdered as an example in front of their own homes and neighbors

Torture is knowing that thousand upon thousand of people were herded into churches, the doors and windows boarded up and blocked with combustibles, then all set afire, as a warning or as genocide. I’ll leave it up to you, to pick the answer that best fits your political bent.

Torture is my countrymen murdered by the hundreds of thousands over near Stockton many in open pits that weren’t covered and the smell carried for miles. Torture is the raping of women ranging in age from seventy-two down to little girls that are ten years old, just because they are Americans. I have seen this on several DVD’s made by this scum, so they could keep them as trophies to take back home with them. Talk about a sick and demented culture, corrupted of all morals and perverted. And you bastards want to condemn me to castigate me for saving lives. How I loathe you, and what you are and your perception pf the world.

All the while never speaking of the many atrocities committed by our enemies; or as one of my young friends described them very well after watching a few minuets of one of the DVD’s calling them ‘Sicko’s from Hell.’ Another one of the Militia men who knows Spanish read me last month’s headlines from the Mexico City main daily paper, it tells us all we need to know, and on what we, every one of us has to do.”

‘Muchas fotos son simplemente asquerosas. Enseñan mujeres California mientras son sodomizadas por soldados de arabigo.’

“Simple translation, ‘the pictures are simply revolting, they show women in California being sodomized by Arab soldiers.

Another thing, the Capture Jihad Army papers always start out with,

‘We will defeat the army of Yajuj wa-Majuj ('the infidel unbelievers'), led by the Dabbah 'the Beast.’ and his Dog soldiers.’ I know they want a head-to-head battle with us, I say bring it on, you flea infested sons-of-bitches and expect no quarter, no mercy this next time.

When you bastards invaded America that was your biggest mistake. Because you made these war personnel, you attacked my greater family the American people; my tribe as Lt. Little calls us all. When we have driven them back from our shores by destroying these invaders, we then have to go after the rest of them; we Americans must not rest until we have destroyed them, and their sad desire for holy war. They are just like Poison Ivy, to kill the plant you have to follow the vine all the way back to the roots and pull it up. So we will have to go back to the Mid-East where they’re murderous culture lives and thrives; and finish this once and for all; otherwise they will come back again and again. They started this war against us over 1300 years ago; it’s now past time for us to finish it.

In their own words they have proudly proclaimed, ‘We are the product of a culture that believes the others (any one outside of Islam) does not deserve to live, and the west is an absolute enemy with whom no understanding is possible.’*

Well you dumb shits started this fight and I say it’s time to find out who gets tossed onto the trash heap of history! It’s not us, cause I’ve read the bible all the way through and it’s the good guys who win in the end, us the Christians, not you and not your idea of a perverted religion. But then as you say so often, ‘It is written.’ And that is the only truth you have ever used because it is written and we will be victorious over you the ‘Sicko’s from Hell.’

For you and your friends in the Northern Chinese Army the end is coming soon, very soon. Now I have to find the music that supposedly the British fifers played at Yorktown when they finally surrendered.

I know some of the words.

‘If ponies rode men and if grass ate cows,

And cats should be chased into holes by the mouse.

Can’t remember the next verse, but I do know the ending.

If summer were spring and the other way around,

Then all the world would be upside down.’

And your world will be turned upside down not mine. I can’t wait to see the disbelief that will be on every one of your faces when we take you prisoner. The same look, as when that unthinkable end came to another proud people, one who considered themselves masters of all that they wanted.

The WWII era Japanese were arrogant and contemptuous above all others, so it was very fitting when they had to endure the unendurable and accept the unconditional surrender from the hands of that mixed race of barbarians called the Americans.

Their utter astonishment that a morally weak and lazy people without the centuries old warrior code had some how defeated them. Not just with superior weapons but also in many man-to-man encounters time after time. They found out that raw guts and the determination of free men could some how overcome their blind obedience to follow orders and their fanatical devotion to their Emperor, they were faced with the reality that some how the Americans were superior after all.

Well we as Americans aren’t superior to anyone, hell we all call ourselves just average Joe's and we are damn proud of that distinction too. It’s unfortunate that once more the world has to be taught that free men and the spirit of freedom that is inside us will win again.

And all that we Americans want is for the world to be made up of free people, a people who love their children and only want the best for them, but not at the expense of other people’s children who should be free too.”

Lt. Col. V. Hartwell

1^st Militia Corp

Psychological Operations Officer

*June 23, 2006 paraphrased from a WorldNetDaily.com article.

(C-72)

Bold Plans

(Two war plans, but only one-side wins)

or do they?

’Never give in—never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.’

Sir Winston Churchill, Speech, 1941

“Tom, one of the first lessons I learned that when you’re fighting a protracted guerilla war the terrs will have intimidated the locals against you, and to keep moving is your best defense, never let the enemy figure out where your are going to hold up for the night. Have a quick dinner just before sun down, and then move away. After its dark move into your already selected hide and sleep. Before first light do your stand too, quietly pack up and then move out, you can eat breakfast later in the morning from another location. That way the terrs never could figure out where we were sleeping and hit us with their mortars.”

“And in maneuver warfare as taught to always expect that your reconnaissance effort for gathering information can turn into a quick battle, so you make plans in case that happens too.”

“My tactics so far has been the mixing of these two principles together because I want the Chinese to react to what they expect us to do, to think I’m in a fixed position. But now I want them to send a reconnaissance in force forward to hit a specific area we have prepared for them. But my troops won’t be they’re waiting on them there, it’s just a big mechanical ambush they have walked into. Thinking they have found us I want them to commit a larger force for the main attack, to use up their artillery and missiles on a false defensive line, and then we spring our trap.”

“Easier said then done Dan.”

“True, by now the Chinese Commander I’m facing knows my tactics of hitting him on the flanks. So it’s time to do something different, he wants the chance to destroy a Militia Division, so we make him think he has the opportunity to do so and we lure him into attacking us head on. Up to now every time we have attacked we rest, regroup, rearm and then attack again. I want them to attack us when they think we are rearming and regrouping, when they think we are exposed.”

“That why I want my mechanized scouts out front as far as possible, when they are attacked they fall back as normal and the enemy then runs into our false front line. We let them waste their artillery; there equipment and their men’s energy shooting at and attacking mostly empty trenches and bunkers. Same with our second false defensive line 200 meters behind the first one, to finish zapping the rest of the wind out of them and to draw in their reserves.”

“That way when they do encounter our real defensive positions, the whole attacking force will be fatigued. In WWI a lot of attacks failed because the defensive trenches were spaced out just far enough with barbed wire in front and in between the lines, the majority of the attackers just ran out of steam attacking on too broad of a front, and of course against the interlocking machine gun fire too.”

“By the time the Chinese have figure out they have been lead into a trap, our counter artillery and missile batter fire will have destroyed most of their forward deployed artillery. At the same time one hundred of our .50 Cal sharpshooters will have been shooting at them from over 1200 meters to start with, taking out the men carrying radios their small unit leaders, machine gunners, RPG crews, and the 60mm mortar crews. You remember the demonstration of the ferret mounted .50’s, the Rattlesnakes with it’s 100 ready rounds that were fired on single shot hitting the100 targets starting at 1500 meters down to 800 meters, in under twelve minuets? Any way the vehicle commanders love’s that system, no sore shoulder and with the ability to reloaded and be ready to start shooting again in two minuets or less.”

“A good weapon system your people devised and I like your plan Dan, go ahead and make the operation orders for your Division commanders; you sure you weren’t ever down at Ft. Irvin, it’s not what they teach for defense, but they stress the concept of coming up with new ideas, the ability to adapt, innovate and plan for the unexpected. Though they do prefer to use the offense over the defense for fighting, but your plan has merit.”

“Nope, never made it to Ft. Irvin Tom. I got out of the service and went over seas before they had that concept up and running. But I like to attack too Tom, thought I have read a lot about the training and tactics they teach down there, and I’ve tried to pass on what I could to my men. But to even the odds a little I have to force them into attacking us on ground we have prepared for the defensive. I just pray it’s enough?”

“It should and this will help we have received over 2000 of the Israeli SPIKE LR’s and I’m going to give your command 1000 of them, so along with your Javelin and TOW’s and the Air force CAS we should be able to turn the tide. That’s if the Chin’s take the bait and decide to come out and play?”

“That you sir, I think they wait to be baited. They want to hand us a defeat, if they think it's a chance they will take it.”

Later on

“Oh Lord protect my men, most of them I do not know, as we have grown so. Keep them safe and ever close to you, especially the ones who are wounded and even more so those who have now departed. And even though I give the orders to kill, I do not hate my enemies. Rather I pity them in that they don’t share in the love I have from knowing you oh Lord and the strength I receive from you, or even of the sacrifice that your son made for all of us, in dying for our sins. For all of our sins. Make our aim true so those who are our enemies that we shoot do not suffer, in your name I pray, Amen,” Dan’s pray for his men.

May the Lord watch over those serving in harm’s way as I write this book, and may he richly bless all who are now serving and have served this bountiful nation with honor and dignity. JN

Muaskar al-Battar (Camp of the swords)

‘Rescue those who are being taken away to death;

hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter.’

(Proverbs 24:11)

“Is there anything I can do to refuse these orders sir, this is something I have tried to avoid you know?”

“It’s something we all have tried to avoid. Sorry Gary we have no choice in this. I take that back we do have a sort of a choice. If I refuse I’ll be shot and they will replace me with someone who will just pass down the same order to you. If you refuse, then you will be shot and they will replace you.”

“Not much of a choice is it,” Lt Aims muttered in disgust.

“No it’s not,” Major Zinnia replied, “But the good news is you have a week to prepare and your company is only there in a support role, for a just in case, and you’ll be over two kilometers away. That way you’re not actually involved in the round up, directly participating in an illegal order so to speak.”

“I’m like you sir, I converted because I had no choice. I don’t believe a word of the crap I’m forced to repeat like a parrot. I’m still an American, and I don’t like watching what the real sick-oes in the other companies and battalions are doing to my people.”

“Keep that to your self Lieutenant, don’t let any of the hard core Islamic from the Mid-East hear you say that, and I mean it too. Why do you think I work only with our three Companies and Lima Company? Why I have allowed both you and Grimes to handpick your men, and then insist that you train them hard and why I insist your people help the rag heads in Echo Company maintain their APC’s? Our time will come and then we will be able to make a brake, until then we smile and make pleasant, understood!”

“Yes sir, but I still don’t like it. When I’m pretending to support this round up operation, what about Lima Company and the rest of the battalion what will they be doing?”

“They will be on stand by, at full alert combat loaded and ready to go. When you make your call for assistance I can have them out of the gate in fifteen minuets with the vehicles we take from Echo Company along with two full fuel trucks and the four supply trucks. With all of our pre set charges that are primed and ready to blow five minuets later as planned all over our camp here, I doubt there will be many survivors from the rest of the brigade.”

“No disrespect meant sir, but you are a cold bloodied bastard. And why will we be calling for assistance?”

Flexing the fingers on both of his hands the Major answered, “Trust me you’ll be calling for assistance. And soon after that call over three thousand of the worse cons around, plus five hundred Jihad radicals will be toast.” His cold gray eyes show no expression as he finishes with, “and that’s not counting the five hundred camel jockeys you will be supposedly supporting, they will get their just rewards, and I won’t lose any sleep.”

“That still leaves A Company, those Aztlan people lead by Ricardo sir, he’s smart. I’m sure he has figured out that we aren’t winning!”

With a slight smile the major says, “Lt. Sanchez and his people, they are in charge of the trucks for taking the civilians to the fields, I wouldn’t worry to much about them.”

“Don’t know about that sir, everyone one of his men have changed in the last couple of weeks, especially since they have been going out for training every day, some times staying out over night before returning, someone is working them into shape it’s obvious. They are even taking their guard duty serious for once, their saluting now and their drill has improved 100%, maybe it’s just me but they look like they are more aware of their surroundings.”

“Hadn’t noticed,” but his smile didn’t fool the Lt.

“My people have noticed, at our company meeting yesterday morning after first prayer my First Sgt. said he saw eight of their people take the two hull mounted PKM machineguns and all of the ammo out of that disabled BMP-3 that’s been sitting in the brigade motor pool for the last two weeks, that’s against the Emirs orders.”

“That is interesting, the Brigade Commander had several of his personnel security people check their area today and all of their vehicles when they returned to camp at last light, and all was as it’s suppose to be. If they have the two heavy machine guns, they must have stashed them away from here. I wonder if they are making plans to split too?” Again his smile hid what he really knew and was planning.

“As I said sir, they’ve changed.”

“Point taken, I’ll talk to him and get around to some type of an accommodation.” What he didn’t say was, ‘We have already made plans and it’s going to work out’. He didn’t want to tell his Lieutenant of the plans made, if the Jihadist suspected anything and Gary was questioned, he couldn’t give up that information.

If you don’t know, even under torture, you can’t revel a thing.

And now it boils down to what the future has in store for us as he added, “Stay flexible, expect the unexpected, make plans that adopt to a fluid situation, and always keep your wits about you to never get fixed on only one solution. Always keep in mind the old saying ‘there is more then one way to skin a cat.”

End of Book two,