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Authors: Thomas H. Ward
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someone young, fresh and ready to go.”
Anyone can attend the meeting and speak up at anytime. From n ear the door a voice called out, “I will go with you, Tommy.”
It was Carlos . He came here from Puerto Rico years ago and was in the Army for four years.
Tommy said, “Great, then it is Carlos and me.”
M y son-in-law, Jim added, “I’ll go too, you may need extra eyes.”
“ Great,” Tommy said. “Jim, Carlos, and I will make up the team.”
I stated, “ With no further business, the meeting is adjourned. Beers for everyone.”
Jim is a great shot. He pulls guard duty but his main job is making repairs to equipment, cars, boats—you name it, Jim can fix it. Everyone relies on him as our Mr. Fix-it. I am lucky to have such a great son-in-law. I call him Jim Bo.
I know Carlos and he is a good , brave man. He is Catholic, loves God, and prays continuously. He and his wife Sandy are freedom lovers and hate when the government tells you what to do. I was ok with Carlos going with Tommy, but I also had another idea which may be better.
I will tell them about my new idea later as I need to rest now.
APRIL 20, 2025
The sun is up and it is another hot day. Hemmi cooked me eggs with smoked fish and cut up some oranges. Simple, but good, healthy food. I put on my bulletproof vest, my Kydex hostler, and Glock. I grabbed my AR 15 9mm carbine and an AR 15 H bar rifle chambered for 5.56 NATO rounds with a 4X lowlight scope. It is good for 500 yards.
My wife asked, “What are you doing today?”
I told her, “ We have another recon tonight. Tommy, Jim, and Carlos…maybe I will go along. But I’ve got to go to the bridge now, see you later.”
She comme nted as I walked out the door, “Be safe you big dope!”
“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Bye, I love ya,” I said softly as the back door closed behind me.
As I approached the bridge everyone was looking down the road, with ten men on guard duty. Jeff was in charge overnight. The guard had just changed at 7 am, but some of the guys still hung around and were also looking down the road.
I asked Jeff, the team leader, “What’s going on?”
T hen I looked down the road and saw a car about 100 yards away. That’s what everyone was watching. I asked out loud to anyone, “How long has that been there?”
Plum ber Greg said, “It came sometime in the night, no one saw it approach.”
I said, “Is everyone blind, sleeping or what? How can you let a car sneak up and get that close?” This car would throw a whammy at the recon for tonight unless we learned more about it.
No need to tell you what Greg the Plumber does. He is a good person and helps anyone with plumbing problems, from fixing broken water lines to unclogging drains. He has no military experience and sometimes makes quick decisions and judgments that could put him and others in danger. Greg is a hard worker and you can trust him to get any job done, plus he keeps his word.
I advised Greg and the others, “Maybe this is a trap, a booby trap. The car could blow up when we get near it. They might have explosives rigged in it and could set them off by a radio or cell phone or just by opening the door.”
Greg replie d, “Duh, you think so?”
No one here knows much about explosives. This was a dangerous situation. I looked at the car through my rifle scope trying to discern wires or telltale signs of a bomb. It appeared to be just an empty car. I thought, This seems to be a Trojan horse, we need to be careful.
I radioed Tommy, “Wake up and bring the Cobb 50 to the bridge right away, we have a situation.”
“Yes , Sir, be right there,” Tommy replied.
Twenty minutes later Tommy arrived with the Cobb and saw the problem. The car’s motor was pointed directly at us. I said, “Tommy that could be a car bomb. What do we do about it?”
Tommy said, “I can shoot that car from here and start it on fire. If there are any explosives in it the fire
Anyone can attend the meeting and speak up at anytime. From n ear the door a voice called out, “I will go with you, Tommy.”
It was Carlos . He came here from Puerto Rico years ago and was in the Army for four years.
Tommy said, “Great, then it is Carlos and me.”
M y son-in-law, Jim added, “I’ll go too, you may need extra eyes.”
“ Great,” Tommy said. “Jim, Carlos, and I will make up the team.”
I stated, “ With no further business, the meeting is adjourned. Beers for everyone.”
Jim is a great shot. He pulls guard duty but his main job is making repairs to equipment, cars, boats—you name it, Jim can fix it. Everyone relies on him as our Mr. Fix-it. I am lucky to have such a great son-in-law. I call him Jim Bo.
I know Carlos and he is a good , brave man. He is Catholic, loves God, and prays continuously. He and his wife Sandy are freedom lovers and hate when the government tells you what to do. I was ok with Carlos going with Tommy, but I also had another idea which may be better.
I will tell them about my new idea later as I need to rest now.
APRIL 20, 2025
The sun is up and it is another hot day. Hemmi cooked me eggs with smoked fish and cut up some oranges. Simple, but good, healthy food. I put on my bulletproof vest, my Kydex hostler, and Glock. I grabbed my AR 15 9mm carbine and an AR 15 H bar rifle chambered for 5.56 NATO rounds with a 4X lowlight scope. It is good for 500 yards.
My wife asked, “What are you doing today?”
I told her, “ We have another recon tonight. Tommy, Jim, and Carlos…maybe I will go along. But I’ve got to go to the bridge now, see you later.”
She comme nted as I walked out the door, “Be safe you big dope!”
“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Bye, I love ya,” I said softly as the back door closed behind me.
As I approached the bridge everyone was looking down the road, with ten men on guard duty. Jeff was in charge overnight. The guard had just changed at 7 am, but some of the guys still hung around and were also looking down the road.
I asked Jeff, the team leader, “What’s going on?”
T hen I looked down the road and saw a car about 100 yards away. That’s what everyone was watching. I asked out loud to anyone, “How long has that been there?”
Plum ber Greg said, “It came sometime in the night, no one saw it approach.”
I said, “Is everyone blind, sleeping or what? How can you let a car sneak up and get that close?” This car would throw a whammy at the recon for tonight unless we learned more about it.
No need to tell you what Greg the Plumber does. He is a good person and helps anyone with plumbing problems, from fixing broken water lines to unclogging drains. He has no military experience and sometimes makes quick decisions and judgments that could put him and others in danger. Greg is a hard worker and you can trust him to get any job done, plus he keeps his word.
I advised Greg and the others, “Maybe this is a trap, a booby trap. The car could blow up when we get near it. They might have explosives rigged in it and could set them off by a radio or cell phone or just by opening the door.”
Greg replie d, “Duh, you think so?”
No one here knows much about explosives. This was a dangerous situation. I looked at the car through my rifle scope trying to discern wires or telltale signs of a bomb. It appeared to be just an empty car. I thought, This seems to be a Trojan horse, we need to be careful.
I radioed Tommy, “Wake up and bring the Cobb 50 to the bridge right away, we have a situation.”
“Yes , Sir, be right there,” Tommy replied.
Twenty minutes later Tommy arrived with the Cobb and saw the problem. The car’s motor was pointed directly at us. I said, “Tommy that could be a car bomb. What do we do about it?”
Tommy said, “I can shoot that car from here and start it on fire. If there are any explosives in it the fire
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