we needed was for someone to rat us out and then be taken by the enemy. To his credit, Jimmy and his crew kept our presence a secret. Not only that, but they came back with details we otherwise would never have gotten from the base.
In the meantime, we ventured to two other hide sites and eliminated two more officers, one at each site. After the second officer was down, we started to notice an increased troop presence. After each shot, large troop numbers (approximately fifty) arrived and began going house to house within five minutes of the shooting. In each instance, we were able to pack up and be halfway across town before troops started fanning out to conduct searches.
We could only hope that our other four teams were doing as well as we were. We could not risk communicating with our other teams and had issued strict orders that no attempts be made to communicate back to base. We knew that the enemy had superior communications equipment and would likely track our signals and very well could be listening to the messages even if we used encrypted methods. We had to assume the UN had the full technological advantage of the NSA, and until that was knocked out of the equation we would have to improvise. Instead of reporting each kill, we would record our mission details and any Intel, and use the DMAGs to send quick burst reports at the end of the day.
During the course of our week in Queenwood, we would dispatch six officers and gain valuable intelligence about the new UN base in the area. We spoke with the locals who had allowed us to use their homes and encouraged each to do their part in the resistance effort. We stressed that “The American Dream” was being taken from us, and we all had a part to play if we valued a future for our children and grandchildren. I don’t know how much of it sunk in, but at least they all agreed whole heartedly. Still, no one volunteered to join the militia.
Chapter 21
"The ruling class doesn't care about public safety. Having made it very difficult for States and localities to police themselves, having left ordinary citizens with no choice but to protect themselves as best they can, they now try to take our guns away. In fact they blame us and our guns for crime. This is so wrong that it cannot be an honest mistake."
Malcolm Wallop
former U.S. Sen. (R-WY)
We headed back to base anxious and hopeful that each of our teams would return safely with good stories and valuable Intel. On the outskirts of town we were picked up by Matthew, a local who had been a machinist. He was allowed to leave town to pick up parts for repairs. We climbed into his panel van and began the several mile long trip back to our dismount point. Matthew had pictures of his wife and two young boys, and was proud to show them to us like most parents are. “These pictures represent all that I work and live for”, he said and smiled.
“ It’s the same reason we do what we do sir”, I told him. “We each have our own families and we just want them to have the freedoms we all deserve.”
He said , “Thank you guys for what you do. I wish I could be out there with you, but I was never military, and wouldn’t begin to know where to start. I’m, just happy I can help you like this. I wish I could do more.”
Just then we rounded a turn and were forced to slam on the brakes. The UN had set up a random vehicle checkpoint and we were too late to avoid it. This was trouble for us. Matthew had papers allowing him to travel. We did not. The vehicle would be inspected and our weapons would be found. This was going to get ugly very quickly.
“Good afternoon gentlemen” , the soldier said with a German accent. ”I trust you have your papers. I will just need to see them and you can be on your way.”
Neil was pressed against the back wall of the van, ready to fire with pistols in both hands. I took the opportunity to silently draw my own pistol as Matthew
In the meantime, we ventured to two other hide sites and eliminated two more officers, one at each site. After the second officer was down, we started to notice an increased troop presence. After each shot, large troop numbers (approximately fifty) arrived and began going house to house within five minutes of the shooting. In each instance, we were able to pack up and be halfway across town before troops started fanning out to conduct searches.
We could only hope that our other four teams were doing as well as we were. We could not risk communicating with our other teams and had issued strict orders that no attempts be made to communicate back to base. We knew that the enemy had superior communications equipment and would likely track our signals and very well could be listening to the messages even if we used encrypted methods. We had to assume the UN had the full technological advantage of the NSA, and until that was knocked out of the equation we would have to improvise. Instead of reporting each kill, we would record our mission details and any Intel, and use the DMAGs to send quick burst reports at the end of the day.
During the course of our week in Queenwood, we would dispatch six officers and gain valuable intelligence about the new UN base in the area. We spoke with the locals who had allowed us to use their homes and encouraged each to do their part in the resistance effort. We stressed that “The American Dream” was being taken from us, and we all had a part to play if we valued a future for our children and grandchildren. I don’t know how much of it sunk in, but at least they all agreed whole heartedly. Still, no one volunteered to join the militia.
Chapter 21
"The ruling class doesn't care about public safety. Having made it very difficult for States and localities to police themselves, having left ordinary citizens with no choice but to protect themselves as best they can, they now try to take our guns away. In fact they blame us and our guns for crime. This is so wrong that it cannot be an honest mistake."
Malcolm Wallop
former U.S. Sen. (R-WY)
We headed back to base anxious and hopeful that each of our teams would return safely with good stories and valuable Intel. On the outskirts of town we were picked up by Matthew, a local who had been a machinist. He was allowed to leave town to pick up parts for repairs. We climbed into his panel van and began the several mile long trip back to our dismount point. Matthew had pictures of his wife and two young boys, and was proud to show them to us like most parents are. “These pictures represent all that I work and live for”, he said and smiled.
“ It’s the same reason we do what we do sir”, I told him. “We each have our own families and we just want them to have the freedoms we all deserve.”
He said , “Thank you guys for what you do. I wish I could be out there with you, but I was never military, and wouldn’t begin to know where to start. I’m, just happy I can help you like this. I wish I could do more.”
Just then we rounded a turn and were forced to slam on the brakes. The UN had set up a random vehicle checkpoint and we were too late to avoid it. This was trouble for us. Matthew had papers allowing him to travel. We did not. The vehicle would be inspected and our weapons would be found. This was going to get ugly very quickly.
“Good afternoon gentlemen” , the soldier said with a German accent. ”I trust you have your papers. I will just need to see them and you can be on your way.”
Neil was pressed against the back wall of the van, ready to fire with pistols in both hands. I took the opportunity to silently draw my own pistol as Matthew
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