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in a can for the
mower. We can siphon that and fill the station wagon. If we stay off
the interstate and take that back way that we like to travel, we will
go real close to Hughesville. Matt, I want to try and get your
brother. I don't think your little sister will leave your mother but
I know that your brother will want to be with us. The baby will have
to ride in someone's lap and when we get David, he will have to pile
in the back with the gear.”
All
the voices chimed in, “We don't have our clothes, we don't
have...what about?” Dianne said, “Shh-ssh”. I am
sure you brought diapers Kat and I have some more here, Gram probably
even has some. We can gather what we can from here. All of you still
have some clothes around that you have left here. We definitely have
to get all the food that we can load. I have two cases of bottles of
water. We better pile all the blankets and pillows that we can
squeeze in.”
Jason
takes charge, “ Tate,
you, Matt and Dane, come with me and let's start siphoning that gas.
Dianne, you and Kat start gathering in here. I want to go through my
gear and see what I have that I should take. I will get the pistol
and the .22 and there's that pellet gun that I bought for running off
varmints.”
It
is a little over an hour and they are loaded, looking like homeless
vagabonds, with things tied on the roof and the car packed full. The
station wagon was full of fuel and there was still the gas can. Jason
and Dianne gave a sad look at the house that they were so proud to
have and hold each other a minute. Jason asked, “Tate, when you
passed the base, what did things look like?”
“ Well,
nobody going in or out, lots of soldiers with guns at every gate we
passed. Tanks were pulled up behind the gates, ” said
Tate.
“ Yeah?
Well, okay.” Jason pushed down
the last of the guilt he had about
being at his job. There had been some emergency type training that
made him a little uneasy. Some manuals that detailed how, in a
disaster situation it would be necessary for the military to move
citizens into compounds for their safety. How there could be no food
or supply hoarding and guns would need to be confiscated. Jason
thought of the latest gun laws. He knew there
were plenty of records of who has registered
and owns guns,
but in a massive breakdown of communications,
not to mention society, would any of that even matter? Even though it
is not something that anyone would openly
discuss, he knew that
some of his fellow soldiers had been just as uncomfortable with
the details
of Marshall Law and what they would be
expected to enforce on American citizens. At
this moment, he saw everything
he really loved in
his life and they were counting on him. This is where his loyalty had to
be now. “Let's get moving”. Even with the best of luck,
they would be
traveling way into the night, that somehow filled him
with dread.
Jason
drove, the pistol in the elastic pouch on the door beside him. Tate
came from a family of military, even though he chose not to go that
route. He was trained in using firearms, so Jason had given him the
.22 rifle. The young man sat in the front passenger side, the rifle
pointed down beside him, with Dane in the middle. Kat, Dianne and
Matt sat in the back seat. The hulking station wagon, reminded him of
the tanks he was trained to drive. He drove slowly on the shaded
gravel road and reached the first of the rural roads that, in the
past, had taken them on many holiday trips to Jack and Beth's. The
baby was in Dianne's lap for now, and he could hear his wife softly
humming to her grandson.
About
seven years earlier, he and Dianne had both somewhat given up on love
and marriage when they met. They knew before the first evening...they
both were at the same party, not really wanting to be there... that
the two of them were right. Dianne had gone through some really tough
years. She just hung on to a bad marriage, thinking that she would be
a failure. After all, her parents had a
mower. We can siphon that and fill the station wagon. If we stay off
the interstate and take that back way that we like to travel, we will
go real close to Hughesville. Matt, I want to try and get your
brother. I don't think your little sister will leave your mother but
I know that your brother will want to be with us. The baby will have
to ride in someone's lap and when we get David, he will have to pile
in the back with the gear.”
All
the voices chimed in, “We don't have our clothes, we don't
have...what about?” Dianne said, “Shh-ssh”. I am
sure you brought diapers Kat and I have some more here, Gram probably
even has some. We can gather what we can from here. All of you still
have some clothes around that you have left here. We definitely have
to get all the food that we can load. I have two cases of bottles of
water. We better pile all the blankets and pillows that we can
squeeze in.”
Jason
takes charge, “ Tate,
you, Matt and Dane, come with me and let's start siphoning that gas.
Dianne, you and Kat start gathering in here. I want to go through my
gear and see what I have that I should take. I will get the pistol
and the .22 and there's that pellet gun that I bought for running off
varmints.”
It
is a little over an hour and they are loaded, looking like homeless
vagabonds, with things tied on the roof and the car packed full. The
station wagon was full of fuel and there was still the gas can. Jason
and Dianne gave a sad look at the house that they were so proud to
have and hold each other a minute. Jason asked, “Tate, when you
passed the base, what did things look like?”
“ Well,
nobody going in or out, lots of soldiers with guns at every gate we
passed. Tanks were pulled up behind the gates, ” said
Tate.
“ Yeah?
Well, okay.” Jason pushed down
the last of the guilt he had about
being at his job. There had been some emergency type training that
made him a little uneasy. Some manuals that detailed how, in a
disaster situation it would be necessary for the military to move
citizens into compounds for their safety. How there could be no food
or supply hoarding and guns would need to be confiscated. Jason
thought of the latest gun laws. He knew there
were plenty of records of who has registered
and owns guns,
but in a massive breakdown of communications,
not to mention society, would any of that even matter? Even though it
is not something that anyone would openly
discuss, he knew that
some of his fellow soldiers had been just as uncomfortable with
the details
of Marshall Law and what they would be
expected to enforce on American citizens. At
this moment, he saw everything
he really loved in
his life and they were counting on him. This is where his loyalty had to
be now. “Let's get moving”. Even with the best of luck,
they would be
traveling way into the night, that somehow filled him
with dread.
Jason
drove, the pistol in the elastic pouch on the door beside him. Tate
came from a family of military, even though he chose not to go that
route. He was trained in using firearms, so Jason had given him the
.22 rifle. The young man sat in the front passenger side, the rifle
pointed down beside him, with Dane in the middle. Kat, Dianne and
Matt sat in the back seat. The hulking station wagon, reminded him of
the tanks he was trained to drive. He drove slowly on the shaded
gravel road and reached the first of the rural roads that, in the
past, had taken them on many holiday trips to Jack and Beth's. The
baby was in Dianne's lap for now, and he could hear his wife softly
humming to her grandson.
About
seven years earlier, he and Dianne had both somewhat given up on love
and marriage when they met. They knew before the first evening...they
both were at the same party, not really wanting to be there... that
the two of them were right. Dianne had gone through some really tough
years. She just hung on to a bad marriage, thinking that she would be
a failure. After all, her parents had a
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