American lives the dead Chinese guard could take their places in the pit.
Over the next day many of Mike’s men wept with the grieving survivors as they were finally able to say goodbye to their loved ones. It was obvious that these people had been living with the pain of their losses for some time without the ability to grieve properly. The true nature of America’s current situation could be seen on the hollow faces and tears of people who Mike had only just met but were born to be his brothers and sisters. While people searched through the pit for their loved ones, paying no attention to the decay or the smell, Mike and his militia assisted by digging graves as fast as they could. All graves were dug outside of the camps wall so that while they may have lost their lives inside of this horrible place, they would not be laid to rest in it.
When the funerals were finished they began moving slowly into the wilderness to allow the new soldier’s time to heal and train. Mike could tell that the further they got from the camp the better the spirits of the men and women who had been captives there became. Tim didn’t take long to have a full grasp of the mission objective or how Mike had trained his men. His years of service in multiple combat zones made it easy for him to see how the militia operated and also helped him recover faster physically than even his younger peers were able to.
Chapter Ten
M ovement from the camp was slow at best. The new members were very weak from starvation and had to move slowly and rest often. Mike didn’t mind the slow travel and long rest periods one bit, if anything it gave him more time to plan ahead with the militia’s leadership. Tim had not only learned Mike’s training and tactics faster than expected but had already begun to add his experience into the militia’s training and planning. Mike could already tell that the old marine would be an essential part of this army’s success from here on out.
Rick and his scouts were sent ahead of the slow moving main element to create a safe path of travel and to clear out any enemy forces before the rest of the militia had reached them. Just as Mike had known he would, Rick had become exactly what the scout platoon needed in a leader. Rick’s orders were too quickly, and quietly kill all non American forces that his element was able to find. As always, Rick knew to eliminate any trace of their presence after the objective was completed.
It wasn’t long before Rick’s scouts and snipers had reached the border of Washington. As expected there was another checkpoint along the main highway right on the border. This objective was larger than the others, Rick guessed due to the original laws set in place that required a passport for interstate travel. For the next two days and nights Rick had scout teams watch this interstate checkpoint taking note of enemy numbers, routines, and level of alertness. Not surprising was that the Chinese at this checkpoint were hardly alert at all. With travel having been stopped by mandatory placement inside of the work camps, these soldiers paid little attention to the roads, rarely carried their weapons, and were regularly drinking alcohol. They rotated in and out of the checkpoint from a large house about a tenth of a mile into the state of Washington using random civilian vehicles, placed their weapons in the guard shack and immediately took to joking around and even sleeping on post at times.
After two days of watching the enemy Rick knew it was safe to take out the border post and then move up to the guard house. Under the cover of night two sniper teams were sent to predestinated shooting points and took out the two guards exactly half an hour after the Chinese soldiers had taken their post. While these snipers were setting up and taking their shots Rick led the rest of the platoon to their last covered and concealed position outside of the home their enemies were using as quarters. Once the two
Over the next day many of Mike’s men wept with the grieving survivors as they were finally able to say goodbye to their loved ones. It was obvious that these people had been living with the pain of their losses for some time without the ability to grieve properly. The true nature of America’s current situation could be seen on the hollow faces and tears of people who Mike had only just met but were born to be his brothers and sisters. While people searched through the pit for their loved ones, paying no attention to the decay or the smell, Mike and his militia assisted by digging graves as fast as they could. All graves were dug outside of the camps wall so that while they may have lost their lives inside of this horrible place, they would not be laid to rest in it.
When the funerals were finished they began moving slowly into the wilderness to allow the new soldier’s time to heal and train. Mike could tell that the further they got from the camp the better the spirits of the men and women who had been captives there became. Tim didn’t take long to have a full grasp of the mission objective or how Mike had trained his men. His years of service in multiple combat zones made it easy for him to see how the militia operated and also helped him recover faster physically than even his younger peers were able to.
Chapter Ten
M ovement from the camp was slow at best. The new members were very weak from starvation and had to move slowly and rest often. Mike didn’t mind the slow travel and long rest periods one bit, if anything it gave him more time to plan ahead with the militia’s leadership. Tim had not only learned Mike’s training and tactics faster than expected but had already begun to add his experience into the militia’s training and planning. Mike could already tell that the old marine would be an essential part of this army’s success from here on out.
Rick and his scouts were sent ahead of the slow moving main element to create a safe path of travel and to clear out any enemy forces before the rest of the militia had reached them. Just as Mike had known he would, Rick had become exactly what the scout platoon needed in a leader. Rick’s orders were too quickly, and quietly kill all non American forces that his element was able to find. As always, Rick knew to eliminate any trace of their presence after the objective was completed.
It wasn’t long before Rick’s scouts and snipers had reached the border of Washington. As expected there was another checkpoint along the main highway right on the border. This objective was larger than the others, Rick guessed due to the original laws set in place that required a passport for interstate travel. For the next two days and nights Rick had scout teams watch this interstate checkpoint taking note of enemy numbers, routines, and level of alertness. Not surprising was that the Chinese at this checkpoint were hardly alert at all. With travel having been stopped by mandatory placement inside of the work camps, these soldiers paid little attention to the roads, rarely carried their weapons, and were regularly drinking alcohol. They rotated in and out of the checkpoint from a large house about a tenth of a mile into the state of Washington using random civilian vehicles, placed their weapons in the guard shack and immediately took to joking around and even sleeping on post at times.
After two days of watching the enemy Rick knew it was safe to take out the border post and then move up to the guard house. Under the cover of night two sniper teams were sent to predestinated shooting points and took out the two guards exactly half an hour after the Chinese soldiers had taken their post. While these snipers were setting up and taking their shots Rick led the rest of the platoon to their last covered and concealed position outside of the home their enemies were using as quarters. Once the two
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