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American Dream—Chapter 21
Hearing the gunfire echoing in the air at Black Horse 2, the man
formally known as Mr. Johnson yells back to Parker and Gray.
“Change of plans, you both are coming with us and it’s all up hill
so we have to move,” then the little jeep sliding slightly stops in the sand
at the entrance to the cave.
“Wait a minute,” suggests John T, turning up the radio.
“WRVA 1140 AM with state and regional news at the top of the
hour! The Special West Virginia Task Force against civil unrest,
commanded by Jay Wilkes has swooped down on a secret
mountain hideaway believed to be one of the many mountain
bases of the CCC…just within the last hour!”
“The WOWK-TV13 rapid response, eye in the sky, just
moments ago, showed live coverage of several wounded Task
Force members, being attended to on the ground and are unsure
at this time of the number of opposing CCC, now engaged in this
gun battle with the specially trained Task Force!”
“There is no indication so far that the wife of the slain
Congressman, Lisianna Rockefeller, is present at this possible
“Lisianna Rockefeller is wanted on charges of inciting riots
and causing civil unrest ordered from the Court of Crooked
“Her many publications appearing in WV Newspapers and
National Magazines, speaking out about the deterioration of the
middle class and the common citizens loss of rights, she revealed,
were due to greedy public officials hording all the states and
counties resources, and keeping control of industry for
“She accused elected officials of controlling the political
agenda of the courts and political parties, and using their
influence for only self gain and self involvement!”
“Her numerous speeches when she represented the CCC,
were about individuals being personally responsible, by making
themselves aware and active in change, has led to a public
demand for change at the voting booth, but also made Lisianna
unpopular with State and local public officials. The “We Stand
United” speech has become her signature statement!”
“An American Dream for many in the United States,
Lisianna’ represents freedom!”
“Lisianna Rockefeller explained her version of the American
Dream exists when achieving a state of pure freedom, free from
the choke-hold of money and social structure!”
“In her last speech she stated, “
”Many Americans have become slaves to the dollar, slaves to
the banks, and slaves to the government. We are fighting a fight
to free the slaves…we are fighting a fight to free ourselves!”
An “American Dream” is OUR DREAM! Where Freedom
“We at WRVA 1140 AM Richmond Virginia, also support the
middle class, all over this nation…and we say GOOD LUCK
“Our next WRVA 1140 state and regional news update in just
20 minutes on YOUR number ONE news station for Richmond!”
“That’s enough of that…sounds like my Plow Boys are already in
this one!” John T says proudly, looking straight at a man known to
many in the CCC as just X, but is also the best friend John’s ever had.
Running away from the assault on the camp, Edi and Lisianna had
to cover ground as quickly as possible, moving past the place Lisianna
named the towers. Their escape route was partially blocked by the
sheer cliff of the OP, so they had only one way to go and had to climb
up higher in the woods headed south, which was the direction of the
airport about ten miles away.
Luckily the diversion created by JR returning fire on the attack, and
the wounded Task Force members on the field, somewhat slowed the
assault, giving Lil Lissi and Big Edi some time, and the advantage they
Getting up to a high enough elevation, Edi pointed out to the
precious one he had been guarding for weeks, the approaching ATVs
that were moving fast on the camp from the valley below, “Kicking up
all that dust down there are Alabama Plow Boys Lil Lissi!”
“Oh no, please!” Lisianna shrieks, reaching and taking a hold of Big
Edi’s arm, just as a Task Force reconnaissance chopper zoomed over
the hill, flying directly over their heads, making positive identification
of both of them!
Firing several rounds from his AR-15 at the chopper, Lisianna and
Big Edi scrambled for cover among the pine thickets.
“This is Re-Con 1 to Task Force commander…”We’ve got your
little blond riding hood and one CCC at point six clicks south, southwest
of hostile encampment…taking some fire over!”
Lt Pike at some distance from the Captain that was standing next
to Commander Jay Wilkes, was elated to hear the message from the
chopper over their field radios.
“Give me that captain,” Wilkes demands, and then jerks the radio
away from his second in command. “Copy that Re-Con 1, keep your
eye on them and stay out of range of the small arms fire, we’re on our
“Pike…you take that camp now,” Wilkes orders, before handing
the radio back to his Captain.
THE FIRST BATTLE OF THE NEW CIVIL WAR
The forward squad of the Task Force led by 1st Lt. Pike along with
the Special Airborne Assault Team dropped in by NATO pilots, tossed
concussion grenades onto the forward area of the CCC camp, just as
JR fired his last volley of 00 buck at the charging squad of men in green
fatigues, wounding three men.
Lying stunned and shaken on the ground, with no more shells, JR
was not surprised to find the bad end of Task Force weapons inches
from his nose moments later. The mighty Ranger was taken prisoner,
having made a valiant effort of defending the camp, holding out until
the last possible second, and buying the time his secreted companions
needed to flee the attack.
Rushing to his troops holding the prisoner at gunpoint, and alarmed
that two squads of the Task Force were being held off by one man,
Lieutenant Pike takes command of the immediate situation and is first
to speak to JR. “You put up quite a fight there Mr. CCC!”
“Gotta fight for your rights,” JR said in reply, speaking no more
words, only presenting the smile he was famous for.
Lt Col Updike managed to find the airport manager and requested
the fuel truck be brought to his plane as soon as possible. Two Plow
Boys had opened the cowling of the engine compartment as part of the
deception of making repairs, to the oil lines and oil pump.
“Is it OK if we fill up? That is, if you don’t mind taking a credit card
from the Confederate Air Force,” jokes Updike.
“Are you kidding…the CAF is famous all over the world, whatever
you need you just let me know,” replied the airport manager in his most
Knowing it was important to return to the plane to direct the rescue
of the allied forces, Updike thanked the manager, leaving him with a
feeling of being privileged to finally have met someone from the
famous CAF Ghost Squadron.
Lying prone on a hilltop looking down on a hard packed private dirt
road leading out of Black Horse 2, JT LT motions for his best friend
to join him while also making a silent gesture for the two escapees’ in
tow to stay where they are.
“What do you want to do John,” asks the CCC leader, finding
himself in clear view of JR being marched down the mountain slope
in handcuffs. “Well we certainly can’t walk away from this situation
can we,” was the reply of the Plow Boy Lieutenant.
“Roger that Lieutenant, but one side-arm against five armed
guards isn’t very good odds,” suggests X.
“Well one Plow Boy against five Task Force flunkies I say is about
even Colonel Boutwell,” was John’s final observation.
After thinking over their immediate options, X conveys the course
of action to his best friend, “Then we only have one choice, looks like
we have to split up for awhile…so I’ll be taking our two asylum
seeking gentleman with me, just give me enough time to clear out from
the immediate area, and this is all you Lieutenant!”
“You better go get your girl Colonel,” says John, knowing the real
matter of concern on the mind of his best friend, but never taking his
eye’s off the Ranger. JR was walking in the middle of his five escorts,
smiling big like he didn’t have a care in the world, still in a daze.
As soon as John’s best friend was a safe distance away, he jumped
up and charged down the hill like a mad man firing his 45 automatic
at the prisoner escort wounding two of them immediately.
“You’re surrounded you dumb Yankee sons of bitches!”
Three of the prisoner escort returned John T’s fire, while he took
cover behind a boulder on the hillside and slammed in his spare clip.
The Ranger kept walking down the road seemingly oblivious to the
attack, still wearing that big smile he was known for.
Realizing they were wide open on the hard packed dirt mountain
road, the small contingency of Task Force prisoner escort became
confused by the sudden attack, while also watching their prisoner
continuing down the road acting unaware.
THE FIRST BATTLE OF THE NEW CIVIL WAR
A discombobulated message was sent to their brains, watching
their prisoner getting out of reach, then getting shot at by a crazy
screaming lunatic simultaneously. So far none of the training received
covered for the confusion now clouding their minds.
The Plow Boy Lieutenant screamed, charging once again, having
emerged from behind his temporary cover, and blasting away at the
“Surrender your weapons you Yankee Bastards!”
With no time to think, and with all remaining Task Force soldiers
getting hit, the last three soldiers in the fight from the Escort dropped
their weapons and ran as fast as their legs would carry them into the
woods, shot but still alive.
Out of ammo John T throws his 45 at the fleeing enemy!
“Run like rabbits you Yankee cowards!” John T shouts, and then
looks over to see JR continuing on down the road like nothing
happened, still cuffed.
Surprised by his own action of tossing his weapon, John T chuckles
to himself, then ran to retrieve his beloved and trusted 45. John found
it pretty darn funny that JR was oblivious to the latest action.
Approaching the first two enemies to be wounded lying on the
ground and recovering their weapons, John T screams with joy,
“Yeah!” Just as he saw two Plow Boy vehicles catching air as they
cleared the ridge top and cut away in a side-ways motion down the hill
to the road, joining their favorite Lieutenant.
“JT LT!” “Captain Lefsted, saw you through his field glasses from
the valley, we knew it was you…figured you were just about to do
something stupid, so he ordered us to back you up, but it looks like
we’re a little late,” the Plow Boy Staff Sgt explained, climbing off his
John T reached down and took the cuff key from a Task Force
prisoner escort member holding it up, hoping to score points with the
Plow Boy Lieutenant, and then John shouted at The Ranger still
walking down the road, “Hey JR the war is this way!”
About one click South, South-West of the escapee’s last known
position, Commander Wilkes and his Captain along with a Task Force
detachment, were closing in on Big Edi and Lisianna. The nearest
chopper Re-Con 1 was trying to stay out of rifle range, but kept in close
radio contact, reporting the estimated position of the two hiding
fugitives Big Edi and Lisianna, by broadcasting their estimated GPS
The Lemegeton, who surely was an agent of the devil, was
certainly not going to miss out on the perfect chance to capture the
American Dream herself, Lisianna Rockefeller!
END of CHAPTER 21 AMERICAN DREAM
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