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Chapter 1 (Part 1)

The Current (In the near future)

“Arrow six, Gray Ghost six, sitrep.”



“Gray Ghost six here, Arrow six, send it.” I didn’t worry about the enemy intercepting our transmissions. They were encrypted and using something called spread spectrum technology. The green berets who’d helped us set up our defenses and gave us some heavy weapons gave the latest Single Channel Ground and Airborne Radio System (SINCGARS) radios. They told us they were the best we had. I had used an earlier version in Afghanistan. I don’t know how they work. I do know the enemy couldn’t listen in to us. In my soul, I didn’t trust any technology one hundred percent. The damned enemy had already proved how well they could screw with our technology. They took most of our grid down while blaming domestic terrorists for the act.



I ordered that all of our comms be kept simple and short.
The hot part of this new war started a few years ago, anyone with any brains knew it was coming. I and many others I knew prepared for it. We stocked up and prepared to defend what was ours. We had resigned ourselves to the breakup of the union, hell; we’d seen It coming for over a decade. It was still a shock when it finally happened, and the how it happened hurt the most.



We, like many others around the country, have sworn an oath to defend the country. We won’t allow them to complete their plan. Screw them. This is our home. We know the land. We can defend it with our eyes closed. They’re not going to find many allies here. Every time they’ve attempted to attack us, we’ve run them off, or in most cases, just quietly buried their remains.




Arrow 6, the leader of our scout platoon, reported, “Six technicals in an arrowhead formation traveling on 81 South. They most likely plan to follow the freeway to 40 West towards us. They haven’t yet learned we’re not going to let them play their silly games here. Each technical has four in the extended cabs and one or two in the rear holding onto the machine guns. All of the technicals were armed with a heavy MG bolted in the cargo area. We laughed when we saw a couple of the technicals had their RPGs strapped to the roof of the cabs. There was a bright gold-colored technical in the middle that must be their leader; the people in it are holding RPGs out of the windows, stupid fools. If they ever fired it from inside the truck, they’d turn everyone inside into crispy critters. No one ever said the BLM fools were the sharpest tools in the shed.”



Archer and I have known each other for over thirty years. We went to school together. We went to war together. We came home wounded together, and I allowed us to break my rule on short comms because the two of us were bonded at the hip.



I called my executive officer over, “Cecil, six technicals are testing our defenses again. I’ve got a bad feeling about them this time. I think our little yellow friends suckered the morons in the technicals to draw our scouts off, leaving the freeway open for their main attack, which is most likely five to ten miles behind these six. My gut is telling me these assholes are only a distraction.”



Cecil smiled, “Boss, they gave up trying to hit us through the woods, we cleaned their clocks every time they attempted to use the dense forest to mask their approach. The idiots never saw our ambush sites or our booby traps. Our IEDs and mines turned them into ground beef. Now they believe they can run the freeway at high speed and limit our ability to hit them. They don’t think we’ll do anything to damage the freeway.”



I nodded, “The fools don’t know us very well. They must think they can outrun missiles or bullets? I didn’t believe they were that stupid. I guess this just shows the Chinese want to thin the ranks of their so-called allies. On the one hand, I don’t blame them. Who’d want them as allies? The morons really bought the crap the Chinese sold them. Well, they made their beds, and now they’re going to be buried in them.”



Cecil laughed, “Some allies, they’re nothing but useful idiots.”



I nodded and smiled. “Yeah, they’re only useful to be bodies to soak up our bullets. The Chinese sent them as the point of their attack. They know we’ll do their dirty work by killing them, this gives the Chinese more ammo to use against us, and it fits their narrative that we’re all racists. They want us to waste our resources taking them out, so when they make their final move against us, we’ll have wasted our best weapons and ammo on their allies. I know our defenses will easily be able to handle these six while also handling whatever is coming up behind them, and trust me, they’re there, and we just haven’t seen them yet.”



“Archer six, can you get a drone up to get us a look-see what’s behind the technicals?”



“Ghost six, give me ten to let the drone get some height and distance to see if there is a group behind these fools. Please wait, out.”



“Roger.” I waited for Archer to call back with an updated SITREP.



I used the pause by Arrow 6 to walk outside. It’s rare I get a chance to walk in the sun. The warmth of the sun felt so good on my old, weathered face, the minutes clicked by, each feeling like an hour. I don’t know why since this wasn’t the first, or even the second attack they’ve tried against us, something about this one felt off somehow. I waited fifteen minutes, then I gave up any semblance of patience I had.



I clicked the press to talk button on the radio’s handset. “Arrow 6, this is Gray Ghost six, any news? I don’t like this. They know we have defenses in-depth at the intersection. They’re throwing these assholes’ lives away for some reason we haven’t seen yet.



“They usually attempt to strike us at night. If these fools continue at their current rate, they’re going to hit the intersection right around noon.” I looked at Cecil, who nodded his agreement. I nodded my head in response to his. I again pressed and held down the press to talk so I could continue talking with Archer 6. “Archer 6, I suggest you strike them before they reach the intersection. Can you pull it off within twenty minutes?



Arrow 6 paused before responding, “Ah shit, wait out.” He paused for two minutes; I could visualize him yelling out orders. “Gray Ghost six, yeah, we can do it. Do you really believe we need to hit them before the intersection? Our defenses in depth were set up to control the intersection.”



I visualized the map of our in-depth defenses at the intersection of the two interstates. I clicked the pushed to talk, “Arrow 6, we’re missing something. I don’t trust the Chinese. They’ve tried over twenty times to get through the intersection. I want you to send a drone to search the freeway behind the technicals. We need to see what’s hiding behind them. Tell your scouts to stay sharp. My gut really feels bad about today’s probe. They don’t care about losing these people; they’re nothing but pawns to the Chinese.



“They don’t care about losing the technicals. They inherited millions of trucks in the cities they control. We’ve seen the reports of factories working around the clock converting them into technicals. It’s a lot cheaper than giving their pawns APCs. Six trucks and some ‘true believers’ mean less than nothing to them. They want our city; they want the Oak Ridge Nuclear facility. That’s something we’re not going to surrender, not ever. They want the electrical power the TVA generates, something else they’ll never get. I’ll destroy the dams and plants before I allow them to have the electricity or Oak Ridge.”



“Gray Ghost six, I concur with your thoughts.”



“Arrow 6, ever since the terrorist attack, the race revolution, and their invasion, they’ve been trying to crush us. We’re the cork in the wine bottle to stop them from making inroads along the major east/west southern freeway. Other groups are holding strategic locations along Interstate 80. 95 and 35. We lost the 5 along the West Coast, shit, we lost most of the entire coast. Which wasn’t a big surprise since most of the people out there welcomed the Chinese with open arms.”



I remembered what the general told us, we had to stop them from reaching Oak Ridge. They tried an airborne attack until we surprised the shit out of them with the MANPADS the general gave us, and to make it even funnier, we used their own missiles to down every one of their planes. They learned a costly lesson that day. They thought we were fat, dumb rednecks. They didn’t know our lookouts used portable, commercial thermal sights to look for their planes in the sky. The general told me it might have been the first time anyone used portable thermal sights to take planes down. Once we saw them, it was easy to use their MANPADS to lock onto their planes, and then poof, the rockets reached out to touch their planes. We had fireworks that night. They lost over twenty planes and over a thousand people. We gained most of their weapons and ammo, which we’ve been using against them.



I thought I was thinking, I didn’t realize my hand had held down the transmit button, I had been broadcasting to Archer, “You have to give them credit. They planned well and spent the past few years setting this mess up. We knew they and the Russians were working together, we never assumed they’d get so deep in bed together as to mastermind the attack on us. I swear, if I ever get my hands on the SOB who allowed this, there aren’t enough people left to pull me off him.”



Arrow 6 laughed, “Boss, I’ll never doubt your heart and gut feelings, they’ve always been right. Your guts saved us a number of times. What makes you think this attack is different than the others?”



I felt the sun warm my face while I listened to my old friend. I enjoyed the feeling of the sun, I hated spending most of my time in the bunker. “Archer six, the first tip-off was the time of the day. The next was the number of people in the technicals. In the previous attacks, each technical had only a driver and gunner. To be honest with you, I can’t place a finger on it. I just feel something is wrong this time. I’m going to place the city on full alert. My gut is screaming about this one. How soon until your drone reaches over the hills blocking our view of what’s behind these six? I’m sure we’re going to find additional, and if my gut is any indication, more deadly ones a few miles behind the assholes in these six.”



“Sir, only a few minutes. She’s small and slow but silent and has great eyes. She’s painted on the bottom to mimic the sky, they’ll never see or hear her.”



“I know how hard they are to spot. I remember when your people flew one over my house, and it even caught me outside, and I never knew it was there. I only wish we had more of them. I’ll ask the general the next time he calls. It’s times like this I miss Amazon.”



Arrow 6 laughed, “Please don’t make me laugh. I have to piss enough to fill a bucket. I miss Amazon and Starbucks.”



“I don’t miss Starbucks, their coffee always tasted burnt to me, and I never wanted to give my money to far-left companies. Yeah, I know all about Amazon’s background, but they were so convenient. Place an order on Monday and have it on Tuesday….”



I could hear the smile on Arrow 6’s face, “Hell, sometimes, if they had it in our warehouse, we’d have it the same day. Yeah, I miss them too. Those were the good old days. I wonder if we’ll ever see them again.”



I responded, “We’re lucky the TVA was able to keep their networks up after the Chinese hacking against our grid. They managed to take down 48% of the country’s power. They caused a few million deaths and set us on the course for the race war that caused many more deaths and suffering than any time in our history since the Civil War.”




“Old friend, I know. But I believe we’re winning.”



“If this is winning, I’d hate to see us losing. We’ve lost millions, and the average black hates the average white and vice versa. They’ve been killing each other since the Chinese got involved. Wait, out. I need to prep for the attack.”



Ten minutes after the citywide alert sounded, Cecil tapped me on the shoulder. “Boss, we have images from behind the technicals. Arrow 6 actual sent them to me so our Intel group could confirm what they were. The Intel weenies confirmed we’re seeing nine Chinese Type 99A main battle tanks,,,”




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“Shit! They’re the real thing, nasty SOBs, armed with 125mm main canons.”



I pushed the press-to-talk button, “Arrow six, how many Javelins do your scouts have?”



I heard my friend let a small laugh escape, “Enough, to handle the tanks and the technicals plus anything they might have behind the tanks if we run out of Javelins we can always dip into the Chinese copies we took when we brought their planes over Oak Ridge down.”



“Arrow, look at the drone image again. There are over twenty Russian-designed GAZ Tiger 4X4 trucks, like our HUMVEEs mixed in with the tanks. They have Heavy weapons mounted on top. These assholes aren’t fooling around this time. They expect to tie us up with the initial technicals. The Tigers will zoom around them in an attempt to catch our missile teams in the open, then they’ll send their tanks to crush our scouts. Once they believe they’re in the clear, they’ll race the tanks towards the city. I bet there are more tanks out there someplace waiting to hit us. My gut says while we’re tied up fighting their ground attack, they’re going to try another paratroop attack. I need to alert the MANPAD groups to be ready. I wish the general would hurry and get our SAMs installed.”



Arrow 6 responded, “Sir, I agree. With your permission, I want to send the drone further up the freeway and launch another to stay over the middle of their existing formation. I don’t want to lose eyes on them in the middle of the battle.”



I smiled, knowing Arrow 6 was someone I could and did place my life in his hands. We’ve known each other for over thirty years. He’d saved my life in Afghanistan, something I’ll never be able to repay him for, then he broke me out of my depression after I lost my leg. In fact, all of us counted on him. “I agree, send the drone higher and launch the second. I bet we’re going to find another platoon of tanks behind the tigers. Want to risk a silver dollar? If so, I’ll bet you we’re going to see these next platoon of tanks will be on flatbeds a couple of miles behind the tigers. They’re on trucks so as to not lose any in the road-march.”



Cecil watched me while holding his handset to his ear so he could listen in to my discussion with Arrow 6. There was a long pause, then Cecil asked, “Boss, how the hell do you know what’s happening forty-fifty miles away?”



Arrow 6 broke into our conversation, sadly reporting, “Sir, I hate to say this, your gut was right as usual. There are another nine Type 99A tanks and over twenty Tigers. There are also ten troop trucks with the group, all are following two-point six miles behind the nine we saw in the initial videos.”



I poured the cold coffee from my mug onto the ground and walked back into the bunker. I paused at the wall map of the area. My finger traced Interstate 81 to where it became Interstate 40. I looked at our defense positions, which had been marked in a clear overlay. I pulled a pad and pen from the table in front of the map. I clicked the radio, “Arrow Six, here’s what we’re going to do…”



Gray Ghost, what a name for a group of misfits. Almost all of us had served in the worst places in the world. We had either retired or been retired for medical issues. Some of us needed scooters to get around. Some used a cane, and a couple had only one eye. Many of us suffered from hearing loss due to many years of shooting with bad or no ear protection. Anyone looking at us would have laughed, yet we’d forgotten more about bringing pain and death than most would ever learn. The few younger people in my company were teamed with our oldest ones. Some had served in the jungles of Vietnam. Some served in South America and Africa, the rest of us served in the sandbox.



I shouldn’t have been surprised so many flocked to the call to fight the enemy. Fighting tyranny is in our DNA. Bunker Hill, the battle of Trenton on Christmas Eve, the battle of New Orleans in the war of 1812. The battles at Shilo and Gettysburg. World Wars 1 and 2, the War on Terror. Every time someone punched America we didn’t hit back, we shot them. In mid-2021 Americans owned over 410 million guns and over a trillion rounds of ammo, we would have owned more if we could have purchased it. There was a massive ammo shortage that started in mid-2020 with the Chinese pandemic. Yeah, I said it, the CHINESE pandemic, I believe there’s enough proof floating around if anyone wants to look for it that the damned Chinese developed, and spread the COVID virus as the first step in their march for world domination.



Thinking about my soldiers, one of my best IED designers and builders was in his early 70s. He was on oxygen and still managed to build an IED every hour. He was a one-man bomb factory. He also taught us how to build homemade mortars and, of course, their bombs. The general had supplied us with mortars, but I always wanted a backup plan to the backup plan. If something happened to our weapons, I liked the idea of being able to make many of our own. Our youngest is 17 and is deadly with his AR rifle chambered in 6 ARC (Advanced Rifle Cartridge) out to 700 yards. Our oldest is 81 and can tell the wind by holding his finger up. He can land a mortar round on target five miles away.



We may be a band of misfits, but we’re deadly and we’ve won all of our battles. I like to think it’s because we plan well and we execute our plans, but I also know the enemy gets a vote in the battles and so far they’ve been stupid which is more important than a good plan.



I had a few of our local auto shops build us gas-powered combat scooters, think of an ATV crossed with a handicap scooter. They were well mufflered; thus, they were almost silent. They had large wheels for off road travel. They could carry over five hundred pounds. That’s a lot of Javelins and ammo. Our uniforms were a mish-mash of whatever camo each of us had. Some wore tiger stripe, some ACU, some BDUs. I still wore my desert camo. The general had promised us new uniforms. I told him we wanted more heavy weapons. We didn’t need uniforms. We didn’t care what we looked like; we wanted to kill the Chinese and their proxies.





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The six initial technicals thought they were lucky; they’d been chosen to lead the attack against the White Supremacists, us, what a joke, I wasn’t white! Their pickup trucks had been painted with spray cans. They were a mixed match of black, tan, brown. The doors on the pickups had large black letters “BLM” painted on them, and a clenched fist was the L in BLM. They didn’t know they were the twentieth attempt to break onto Interstate 40 that would lead them to Knoxville and Oak Ridge, Tennessee. None of the other attempts had made it past the intersection of the two freeways. The driver and passengers sang and smoked weed. They thought they were going to teach the ‘Red Necks’ a lesson we wouldn’t soon forget. In a way, I felt sorry for them. They’d been sold, and they’d purchased the BS their Chinese masters manipulated them into being the truth.



I paused to think about the upcoming battle. Over fifty similar technicals had been destroyed before they made it to Interstate 40. The intersection of the two Interstates was a kill zone. We had missile traps, minefields, and both medium and heavy machine guns in well-protected fighting holes. Our scouts were also manned with shoulder-fired anti-air missiles. Many of them were the Chinese’s own weapons.



We were also armed with the world’s best tank killer, the Javelin that was a fire and forget missile. It could be fired either as a direct line of sight weapon or in a top-down attack where it zoomed up and came down on the thin top armor found in most tanks. Armor is heavy, so the designers thinned it out on the top of the turrets where they didn’t believe it would be needed, thus allowing more armor on the front of the tank. The top-down attack profile was usually used against tanks and the direct attack profile when used against any other vehicle.



The Javelin missile had a tandem warhead to defeat reactive armor. The first stage exploded the reactive armor blocks bolted on the outside of tanks and other armored vehicles. Once the reactive armor blocks were destroyed, the skin of the vehicle was exposed, allowing the second stage of the missile’s warhead to cut through the tank’s skin, killing it.



The general had given us enough Javelins to be a real pain in the ass to the Chinese and their lackeys. I wonder how their lackeys and their lapdog media would feel if they knew I was black. I didn’t fit their model of a southern white supremacist who hated the black revolt and their Chinese masters who funded them. I knew what they should have known. BLM didn’t care about black lives, they only cared, like most political organizations, for power and money. I don’t remember a single case where BLM helped stop black-on-black crime, nor do I remember them helping blacks improve their standard of living. The Chinese used them to invade our country, and now this black was doing everything possible to kill them.




Arrow 6 watched via the drone feed the technicals enter the revised kill box. When he was sure they couldn’t escape, he tapped his radio handset three times, he’d issued the silent order to his people to open fire.



Each two-member Javelin team had selected their target. They tapped the information into their encrypted tablets that shared the data with the other fire teams, so one target didn’t soak up missiles, leaving other targets untouched. To the best of our knowledge, the Chinese thought we had some sort of targeting system, but they weren’t sure. At first, they thought we had really good luck, and then we had a good comms system. The shooters locked their targets into the seeker of their missile.

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When the shooters heard their radio click three times, they raised their launchers above their fighting holes and allowed the Javelin to ‘see’ its target. The ‘shooter’ pulled the trigger firing the missile. Compressed gas ejected the missile. When it was 25 feet away, its rocket engine ignited. The targets were modified pickup trucks, called technicals, a term that was coined in the Iran and Afghanistan wars for the modified trucks the insurgents used. The Javelins flew straight towards their targets in their direct attack mode. Each anti-tank missile was designed to destroy a main battle tank. They completely destroyed the pickups. Each pickup was blown into thousands of pieces. None of the people inside them survived. Many were blown apart, and their bloody parts tossed into the air.

Some of the gunners who’d been holding onto the heavy machine guns in the cargo area were thrown twenty feet into the air. Some of the defenders had bets on if any of them could shoot the flying people before they struck the ground. When the smoke cleared, there were six smoking twisted pickup frames and six charred marks on the freeway.



Arrow 6 decided to leave the smoking remains as they were because he planned to hit the Chinese tanks before they reached the ambush site, and if he sent people to clean up the mess, they might not finish before the initial tanks arrived. He ordered his people to move to their next prepared positions further north on Interstate 81. There they rearmed and waited for the Chinese tanks. Arrow 6 smiled to himself, thinking of the Chinese officer who was most likely calling the technicals, asking them if they had run into any resistance. He laughed, thinking of the term resistance; they haven’t begun to see resistance. We’re going to send every one of their sorry asses directly to Hell! The sooner, the better. They helped create this mess, let’s see what they think of how we’re going to end it. There’s an old saying, ‘be careful what you ask for, you may get it.’ Well, the bastards are about to get what they deserve. They started this, and we’re going to end it for them.



Arrow 6 informed me they had surprised the six technicals and were prepared to hit the tanks. They laid two rows of tank mines on the freeway, these had been painted in advance the same dark gray as the asphalt and had some dead leaves and other debris glued on them. The mines fit into holes that the scouts had dug into the freeway and center divider. IEDs had also been hidden in the center divider and shoulder area in abandoned cars. The IEDs were made from 155mm shells. From a distance, the tankers wouldn’t notice them until it was too late. Arrow 6 reported his ambush teams were in their fighting holes, each was covered with a painted thin thermal blanket that blocked the Chinese’s ability to see them with their thermal sensors. Each two-member scout team had three Javelin missiles; Arrow 6 also deployed four M2 heavy and six M240B medium machine guns to kill the Tiger trucks and the troops.



I smiled, visualizing the Chinese officer’s confusion. He was far enough behind the technicals that he didn’t see the attack; he most likely heard the explosions. Given the hills and billboards, the sounds would have bounced around, he would have felt in his bones the explosions were the pickups being destroyed, but he couldn’t be sure. He would most likely enter our ambush site slower and with caution, which is why Arrow 6 had moved the ambush up a half-mile. As they say, the ‘early bird catches the worm, and in this case, he’s going to catch some Chinese and Russian assholes.



I smiled as I watched the action from the command bunker. I remembered I liked war; yes, I know most people consider me crazy. I was reminded of Hemingway, who said, “There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.” Archer and I fell victim to the lure of war while fighting the insurgents, ISIS and Al-Qaeda for years. We never thought we’d be thrust back into war to defend our own homes.



The damned Chinese thought they had a perfect plan; they forgot the first rule of war, no plan survives first contact with the enemy. We had a vote on their plan, and we voted to do everything we could to negate their plan and send their asses to hell. They tried turning American against American, in some locations, their Psy-op and BS worked, most of the American people saw through the smoke and realized we were being played; the one thing about Americans is we don’t like being played, we get angry, and then we strike back with a vengeance. I looked back at the monitor to watch the battle unfold.



The small and almost silent drone flew circles above the Chinese tanks. When the tanks crossed into the ambush site, Arrow 6 sent the orders to hit the tanks. Since all of the tanks had reactive armor, Arrow 6 ordered the Javelins to be launched in the top attack mode. He told his scouts not to waste the Javelins on the Tigers. They should use their machine guns on them after first firing on the tanks. He reminded his people the machine guns’ heavy 0.50 bullets, and the armor-piercing 7.62mm bullets shouldn’t have any problems shredding the Tigers. He smiled, “And anyone who was inside of them. If the machine guns don’t get the job done, you have permission to use one, I repeat, one LAW rocket on each Tiger.”



As the Chinese convoy of tanks and Tigers drew closer to the initial ambush site, they had merged into three rows of tiger/tank/tiger. The Chinese commander was prepared to sacrifice the trucks to save his tanks. He should have realized the Javelins would fly up over the Tiger trucks and then zoom down, striking the thin armor on the top of the tank’s turrets. Nothing was going to be able to save the tanks or the trucks.



When the convoy was abreast of the scouts, Arrow 6 clicked his radio, the signal to fire.



The tanks entered the minefield as all of the Javelins were simultaneously launched, leaving behind dense gray smoke tails. Three of the tanks had struck the mines, which blew their tracks off and in two cases broke road wheels, making them into pillboxes. In one case, the Chinese troops escaped their tank just before a Javelin struck it. The Chinese troops were shot before they managed to move twenty feet. The Chinese commander yelled to button up their tanks. It was already too late. The missiles had been fired from only 75 yards away. While the missiles were in the air, the scouts’ machine guns opened fire on his Tigers. The bullets easily cut through the thin armor of the trucks killing everyone inside of them. All the Javelins’ struck the tops of the tanks. The explosions tore the tanks apart.



The turrets flew into the air on a jet of flames from the internal tank shells exploding. None of the Chinese tankers survived. In three cases, the turrets were blown off the chassis. The extreme pressure of forty 120mm shells and their powder exploding shot the turrets thirty feet into the air.



The scouts covered their ears and opened their mouths in an attempt to even the pressure as the blast waves washed over them. The morning sky had been lit up like someone had fired off a truckload of fireworks. Arrow 6 thought the Chinese commander was most likely in the group of tanks being carried into battle on the trucks so they’d be fresh for any upcoming fight. Arrow 6 smiled, thinking the Chinese commander wouldn’t be able to reach anyone in front of him on the radio. He would see the smoke rising into the skies. He most likely would have heard the explosions and the sound of the machine guns firing. Arrow 6 made a bet with himself. He bet that the Chinese commander would turn around versus entering an unknown ambush site.



When the smoke cleared, the freeway was littered with burnt-out and burning vehicles and pieces of bodies. The few survivors screamed in pain, most were either horribly burned when their tanks exploded, or their bodies had been broken when the expanding burning pressure waves shot them into the air, or they had been shot by the machine guns. The heavy M2’s bullets torn limbs off and, in some cases, cut the Chinese soldiers in half. The few survivors cried and begged in Chinese, which the scouts didn’t understand. Arrow 6 ordered, no survivors. “They’ve killed enough of us, we’re going to return the favor. The pirate’s black flag hangs from the mast today, no survivors.”



Two of the scouts took their M4A1 carbines and 12-gauge shotguns into the smoking piles to finish any of the survivors; most begged to be put out of their misery, the scouts gave them their final wish. Many of the scouts wondered when they’d get the new rifles chambered in the 6.8mm round. The front-line troops, almost all of whom were tied up fighting on the west coast or northeast, leaving the internal battles to the irregular troops, veterans, and militias.



Arrow 6 then ordered half of his people to clean up the freeway. They drove three bulldozers that had been hidden in the woods to push the smoking debris to the shoulder of the road. While half of the scouts were clearing the road, the other half were rearming and preparing for another ambush. New mines were laid in the freeway and covered with thin tarps and dead leaves. Weapons were checked, magazines were reloaded, machine guns received boxes filled with linked bullets. Every scout was given white phosphorus hand grenades that would burn right through bones; the only way to remove the burning WP, ‘willy peter,’ was to cut it out; water didn’t stop the burning.



Moreover, if the Chinese got close enough, special Molotov Cocktails awaited in the fighting holes. Special crates had been built to hold the deadly bottles that had been mixed like napalm, so when the burning fuel touched something like a uniform, it would stick. The scouts took a moment to drink some protein-enriched water and eat the parts of an MRE they liked; they knew there were still the tanks sitting on the flatbed trucks and additional tigers and technicals to deal with.



The Chinese attack commander had stopped the convoy when he heard the unmistakable sounds of an ambush. He saw the dark gray and black smoke rise over the valley of the freeway ahead of his convoy. He couldn’t raise anyone on his radios until he heard a southern American voice calmly respond on the Chinese frequency, “If you understand English, then understand this. None of your people or lackeys survived. We treated them as spies since there’s been no official declaration of war between our two countries.



“If you continue to attack us, we will kill you. We will hunt you down like the rabid dogs you are, and we’ll do to you what any sane man would do when their dog gets rabies, they shoot them. In the end, you will pray we will kill you, you will beg us to stop your suffering. You’ve called us crazy, we’re ready to show you how crazy we really are. Continue to visit us, and your next stop will be Hell. You should have learned your lesson from the Japanese, there IS a gun behind every blade of grass, and every one of those guns is pointed at your yellow head. Save yourselves. Leave our country while you still can.



“You can’t win this war, you can send your billions of people over here, and we’ll stack them up like firewood and then burn them, sad if some are still alive. When this war is over, we’ll be visiting your country, and we’ll be hunting each of you. Today was a small demonstration of our abilities, wait until we get really angry, and we bring the war to your front doors. By the way, you were lied to, I am the leader of the American resistance in this area, and I’m BLACK, you mother effer! Did you hear me? I’m BLACK!”



The Chinese commander, Colonel Xie was confused; he’d been told he was going to liberate Knoxville and Oak Ridge from white supremacists that planned on bringing slavery back, he had been sent to liberate the enslaved blacks, and here was one who was killing the very people who traveled halfway around the world to free them killing his people. He decided to risk his life and turn the remains of his force around. He issued the order to return to Richmond, Virginia, and discuss the situation with his superior officers.



Arrow 6 and I watched the convoy turnaround from our drone video downloads. We watched them turn around and head north on the Interstate. I told Arrow 6 to send them a going-away present. Four Javelins struck the rearmost tanks sitting on the flatbeds. The tanks exploded, the explosions also destroyed the trucks, and the flying shrapnel injured ten Chinese troops and disabled two additional flatbeds; their tires had been shredded. When the troops stopped to inspect the damaged trucks, the scouts struck with their M2 heavy machine guns and sniper rifles. The troops were cut apart by the large bullets. Colonel Xie quickly ordered the convoy to speed up and hopefully escape the range of the scout’s missiles. Colonel Xie feared for his own life. He couldn’t believe a group of ‘rednecks’ could have destroyed his well-planned attack.



I laughed when I saw the dust trail on the freeway showing the Chinese had turned tail. I knew our luck would run out one day, but every day we grew stronger. Every day we trained new soldiers, every day, our defenses were improved. I knew the day would come when the Chinese would come in force and when they did, we’d fight to the death; we’d fight the yellow bastards to protect what mattered, our families, our God, our nation.

Copyright 2021 IJT

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IJT

Veteran Member
I'm already getting nasty emails and texts saying I'm racist for using the adjective, "Yellow." When I tried to explain it's how the lead character would talk and he's black! I got even nastier emails because I'm white. I decided it may cost me sales but I'm not changing the way the character's talk. I hope I'm making the right decision.
 

Millwright

Knuckle Dragger
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I'm already getting nasty emails and texts saying I'm racist for using the adjective, "Yellow." When I tried to explain it's how the lead character would talk and he's black! I got even nastier emails because I'm white. I decided it may cost me sales but I'm not changing the way the character's talk. I hope I'm making the right decision.

Perspective...

The ones sending these emails are the ones who would welcome and assist foreign invaders.

Exactly who you wrote about.

Commie agitators...period.

F'em.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Nah, waste o' time. Just wait for this plausible tale to become real, then take these maggots out first. Guess there's no 1A in their tiny, pitiful world.

I've always been very careful about adding a colour to any list of pejoratives I might direct at an individual but I've known many 1st, 2nd & 3rd gen oriental-Americans who call themselves yellow.....

I wonder if calling them Chinese Dick Heads or similar would be more acceptable to your 'critics'? Particularly after this: Note: Please note this isn’t a politically correct novel.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
BTW
I had an opportunity to read the Beta of 'Behind every Blade of Grass' and thought it was spot on and a good first volume; hopefully we'll get three or four more to add to it.;)

I like Boxed Sets ..... just saying. They look good on the shelf but PDFs work well too.

G.
 
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GB Appling

Contributing Member
Just read the first book. I enjoyed it. Told my wife a little about it and her reply was someone in China is saying oh crap they are on to us. :)
 
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