RESCUE PLATOON AOG RESCUE-AOG RESCUE PLATOON Part Four By David Maccabee

Synopsis: From atop buildings half a mile away, snipers James and Kevin both shot Wichita abortionist George Killer's head from two directions at the same instant. But after Killer was sent packing to the Judgment Throne, God had a test in store for James and Kevin; especially Kevin.

All I could see of him was from the chest up, from behind the vehicle. I lined up the cross hairs and waited a second as he stopped to unlock the door, his last act on earth. "Fire" sprang through the headphones, and I pulled the trigger with the crosshairs on the back of his head. His head disappeared, and he stood for a second before dropping to the ground. The feds, three that day, came boiling out of the other side of the vehicle, guns drawn and ready for business. That is when fate dealt a terrible blow to Kevin. As he rolled over to disassemble his rifle, he roiled on top of a giant tarantula, who, being laid upon, vented its displeasure by biting Kevin repeatedly. Kevin was instantly in so much pain that he jumped up, knocking the box, himself, and the spider off the edge of the building and down about 30 feet onto the grass. I knew nothing of this as I slowly climbed down and drove by the dealership. What I saw shocked me. There was Kevin, with 2 feds and 2 security guards working on him, as he lay motionless on the ground. Determination set in: I pulled into the side street, shouting for the pro-lifers to run (which they did) while I threw 3 satchel charges onto the recessed roof and sped around the block, hearing the explosion as I went. When I came around again, only one security guard was standing over Kevin. I gripped the wheel and drove onto the lawn pulling a silenced 9 mm. I held the wheal with my right hand and shot him with my left hand as I drove across the yard. He lifted up in the air and pitched over backwards, and remained motionless. I jumped out and threw Kevin over my shoulders and into the back of the jeep through the plastic flap. When I picked him up, I saw blood and bones sticking out from both his pant legs. The feds or guards had put tourniquets on both legs to stop the bleeding. I sped to the motel, into the alley behind, and threw Kevin into the passenger seat of the Hummer. I buckled him in. Our gear was already stowed. I set a small charge in the jeep and drove off. There was a flash as the jeep went up in flames. As I drove, I stopped often to adjust the tourniquets and Kevin’s mangled legs, on our way to Mississippi. I had to drive for fifteen hours. Arriving outside Jackson, I made a call on my cell phone to a doctor who, ironically, was a former abortionist, named Beverly McDillian; an OBGYN with her own office. I told her that we were on our way to her clinic with a very difficult delivery. I told her that there was a lot of bleeding, and we needed her to hurry up, because the baby was on its way. She answered that she was already on the way out the door even as we spoke. Just half an hour later, I dragged Kevin into the clinic. Beverly gave us an astonished stare and jumped to work. She had me place him on a table where she scrubbed him and checked his vital signs. She quickly started pumping fluids into him. Color flooded back into his complexion and he began to breathe easier. She gave him a shot and began to look at his legs. Right below his knees, about 3 inches down, bones stuck out through the tom flesh. She strapped him down with thick leather straps and had me help her reset his leg. Kevin woke up, screamed bloody murder for a second, and then passed out for the rest of the procedure. She told me that Kevin had suffered no internal damage, thank God, but had two broken shin bones and a lot of sprains and bruises. I gave her a thumbnail version of what had happened. She told me that she would let Kevin stay with her while he recovered, and she would protect him the best she could, but that I should leave right away. An abortionist and two federal marshals had been killed by a L.A.W.— a Light Armor Weapon. This had destroyed the armored-bulletproofed-Suburban they were driving. Her husband was under intense surveillance, so I had to go. We talked about plans to get Kevin out of the country as soon as he was able to be safely moved, and then I quickly left and started for Texas. I stopped in at a hotel and slept for 16 hours straight. I got up and showered, changed my clothes, and drove to a local Shoney’s, where I single-handedly emptied most of the breakfast bar because I was so hungry. While I drove, I listened to the news. Dominating the headlines were stories about murdered abortionists, security guards, and federal marshals. They focused at length on what had happened in Wichita, Kansas, where the death toll was 35! The abortionist, George Killer, had been stepping out of his escort vehicle when he was shot twice, fatally. The security and federal marshals saw a man fall off a building across the drainage ditch, so they went to look. It was a sniper, fallen off the roof and seriously injured. While they gave the sniper first aid, the clinic was rocked by a massive explosion that destroyed the entire building, killing 34 patients seeking abortions. While the marshals and one security guard left the gunman to investigate the explosion, an accomplice of the sniper drove up, shot the security guard remaining with the sniper, and escaped with the injured sniper. Police had plenty of witnesses: even some of the pro-lifers saw what had happened, and helped the authorities with a description. Police and federal investigators are scouring the state and surrounding states for the suspects, Especially at hospitals. As I drove, drinking out of my 44 oz. cup of coffee, I was beginning to look forward to my visit to our ranch, up in the mountains of Texas. We had a huge 100 acre ranch accessible only through a long narrow dirt road. We were able to use the property through friends who had a maintenance contract, living there rent free and receiving a check for maintenance work done. There were horses to ride and other farm animals around. The next morning everyone but Kevin and the husband-wife team in South America, somewhere, had arrived, and were assembled. To my surprise there were 20 new people, and two people who looked familiar. But no! It couldn’t be! It looked like one of them was Shelley Shannon, and the other one looked like Brian Charles! But they were in jail! Weren’t they? I soon found out about a master plan formed by Ranger. Two groups of ten went out, one to each prison, with the ID’s of federal marshals. They had the right codewords and, with some well placed bribes (BIG BRIBES), they boldly went to the wardens with this story that pro-lifers were planning an assault on their prison to break out Shelley (or Brian, at the other prison) so they were to be immediately moved to an undisclosed location. Both were bustled out very quickly, wrapped in piles of chains, and bundled into vans and escort vehicles. Once away from the prisons, the vehicles were abandoned and everyone vanished, or so the authorities would swear. Well, that was a time of rejoicing! I was repeatedly asked to recount my adventures. I was asked, time and time again, why I had gone back for Kevin. I would stiffly remind them that not only was I a Marine, but I was in God’s Army, and neither left people behind! The attention of the whole nation was riveted on abortion. Truths long suppressed, about America’s holocaust, could no longer be ignored. Texas was the first state to outlaw all forms of abortion, with very stringent rules allowing it only to save the life of the mother. It was the first of several states to do so, among which were Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Utah, The Supreme Court tried to override these laws but were firmly ignored. Finally the federal government threatened to federalize the National Guard and reopen the clinics by force if necessary. But this only fanned an already smoldering fire in Texas, springing it to life. In Texas, a small, but very vocal, group had long advocated the return of Texas to its former status as an independent nation. Now their message was getting prime time coverage. Millions now pondered the claim that Texas had been illegally annexed to the United States in the mid-1800’s, and that even if it had not, the United States cannot hold together by holding captive entire states against their will, whose populations choose independence! The North was not able to prevail over the South in the Civil War on the strength of its argument for unity, but rather on the strength of its argument for righteousness. But in today’s case righteousness was on the side of the independence-minded state of Texas. Debates stirred across the state. Eventually, at the capitol, the Governor sent a message to the U.S. Government and to the world. Texas was reclaiming its place as an independent nation and wanted, if possible, to keep friendly relations with the United States, but would use all force available to defend their borders. The world reeled at the news, while Texas mobilized every able-bodied man and woman into the ‘Army of the Republic’. Military bases were taken over, and at a naval base, three nuclear subs were taken over and immediately sent out to sea to hide. Jets were screaming across the skies 24 hours a day, and tanks were moving in columns, while soldiers marched and countermarched. People, especially Texans, were flocking from around the world to help defend Texas. From all over America, disgruntled Patriots also came to join a country that offered true freedom. Because the righteous cause of anti-abortion had been the rallying cry, Bible Believing Christians especially, from all over America, left their increasingly pagan Supreme Court dominated, Constitution-spurning, God-defying government behind to come here, to Texas, just as the godly Levites flocked to Judah when the 10 tribes of Israel separated from Judah and Benjamin and began worshipping two golden calves. (2 Chronicles 11:13-16). We watched the news with wonder. We discussed the ramifications of these events. During the time right before the U.S. closed the borders, to prevent Americans from fleeing into Texas, two cars pulled in on different days. In the first was the McDillians - Roy and Beverly. Getting out behind them, in a wheelchair, with some help, was Kevin. Later he gave us the rest of the story, about the spider bite, A day or two later, a car with Mr. and Mrs. Long returned from South America to join the Republic of Texas. We held a meeting to discuss whether we should disband and offer our services to the Army of the Republic. We discussed Texas’ chance of succeeding in seceding. I thought that because of the military bases, Houston’s control of satellites, natural resources and industry, that we had a chance. While the U.S. waffled, the Texas army was bringing order out of chaos and a provisional government was set up. The governor was promoted to President and the Lt. Governor promoted to Vice President. Nearly all of us agreed to join and help the Republic of Texas. But some returned to the states. Thus ended the Rescue Platoon. We were scattered throughout the army as the Army of the Republic prepared to face a possible war with a superpower. Prayer has been quickly re-established in schools, and has became a national past-time. After all, only God can give us victory. I received a call from Ranger, who was by then holding the rank of Five Star General of the Army. He offered me the rank of a one star Brigadier General, and the command of an armored cavalry battalion. I was soon on my way to Laredo, Texas, where I assumed command of the 2nd Battalion, affectionately known as ‘Hood’s Hellcats" (Named after a Civil War General from Texas, John Bell Hood.) My command tank flies a flag with the emblem of a bobcat rearing up to fight, looking very fierce. We continued maneuvers until we heard that our satellites showed massive movement outside our borders on all sides. As our tanks rolled off to the East, news came that sent up a giant cheer from my men. Arizona, New Mexico, Arkansas, Mississippi and Alabama had cast in their lot with us, and that was where we got the report of movement! They were gearing up as well! That got the attention of the U.S., which stopped waffling and has just drafted nearly 10 million people. What will the future hold? Only God knows. That will be for another story, another time. I have to go: we are moving out. This time it’s for real. Good bye for now. Pray with us. James R. Moore, Brigadier General, Army of the Republic. Posted January 23, 1999, on the Hard Truth Web Page. The Hard Truth Web Page is the official web page of the Army of the Republic. It is consulted by historians, reporters, and people who have the stomach for Hard Truth. A FICTIONAL STORY and WEB SITE

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