Beware Sleeping Dragons

On January 9th, 1941, Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto is quoted as saying " A Military man can scarcely pride himself on having 'smitten a sleeping enemy': it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten. I would rather you made your appraisal after seeing what the enemy does, since it is certain that, angered and outraged, he will soon launch a determined counterattack.

From the book " the Reluctant Admiral by Hiroyuki Agawa.

By

TJ Reeder

Aug 5th, 2013

All rights reserved by Author.

I want to take a moment to explain that this story is something that’s been inside me for a long time. I despise the actions of the Federal Law Enforcement Community with their SWAT teams who more often then not take down the wrong door or use a warrant signed by a stupid political hack judge. This usually results in some innocent home owner being awakened the sound of his door being hammered down and being half asleep and scared for his family he reaches for a bed side weapon and dies because some asshole got the address wrong or some snitch made up a story to buy some slack.

    I also hate the fact the Feds are giving armored vehicles to every small cop shop in the land, why do the boys of Mayberry need such a rig? It simply militarizes our local police, it’s not needed, and local police don’t need swat teams to raid people selling whole milk to friends! …We have become a police state

    This is wrong and it needs to be stopped, I am a former LEO and I assure you I would never have been involved in these types of Law Enforcement. If any LEO’s feel insulted then you are in denial, because this shit happens daily and you know it. And if you know it and are doing nothing about it, then you are either doing it or condoning it, either way you are a part of the problem.

     I believe in the oath, I’ve taken 8 times and I believe I was never released from it. I don't necessarily advocate the actions found in this story but I don't advocate the actions of the modern LEO's who have become to a degree the American SS. I believe what goes around comes around and if you insist on pissing on our boots and telling us it's rain then be prepared for the flood.

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My name is Tyler Blake and I’m about to die, I don’t worry about dying because I figure the instant the Doc slaps us on the butt and we take that first deep breath and scream out at the injustice of it all, in that instant we start dying.

    Now some folks seemed to be pretty good at it and get it done faster then others. Me, I’ve been working at it for 50 years and I’m lucky because I had a good life and the love of a wonderful woman for 25 of those years.

     Still would if she hadn’t been take from me so abruptly and for no reason other then the stupidity of men with to much power and too little sense and an over load of testosterone and guns.

    But I’m getting ahead of myself. As I said I’m about to die, I seem to have prostate cancer and that’s for sure gonna kill me or would if it had a chance.

But no it ain’t gonna get me. Nope it’s gonna be more of those men I mentioned before.    

    The only difference is this time they are coming against a man not a woman alone. A man with nothing left to lose. a man filled with a burning hate and the need for some payback.

    I still remember the old saying from my days as a young Marine “ Paybacks a Medivac”! And soon there is gonna be some pay back, and a lot of Medivac.

    But I digress; I’m good at it! Anyway I best start at the start.

    My wife Dawn and I married right after I got out of the Marines and we made us a good life. Sadly we never could have kids and no we never checked, because that would just place the blame on one of us so we accepted it together and that was that.

     We had lots of friends who had kids and we had a really good time spoiling them and it was great because we could do it then go home and not have to deal with it all. Life is fun if you work at it!

    Our problems started thru a simple thing. I’m a shooter, a card carrying member of the “ Gun Culture” as described by John Ross in his book “Unintended Consequences” which is about the best gun owners book a person can read, the history lessons in it alone would be worth the price of the book.

    The problem was that I had used my AK 47 to shoot some 3 gun matches, and the trigger being less then worth a shit I replaced it with one made right here in the US of A, and it’s a sweet one, only thing is it’s a bit too smooth and when I held the rifle too loose it would bump fire, now I got used to using it and not having a problem, but one day at the range a friends young daughter was shooting it and it was doing the double tap so to speak and once in a while a triple tap. I did coach her to hold it tighter which stopped the problem. Now I wasn’t paying attention to who was around and it seems somebody was there who wasn’t a friend shall I say of the shooting world and he took down my truck license and somewhere down the line used a bullshit story about my full auto AK 47 to buy some slack from the “ American Terrorist Faction” of the good old U.S.of A. Government. The ATF.   AKA F Troop

    I have had time to look back at this and figured this was what brought hell to my door one dark night while I was gone to the big gun show in Tulsa Oklahoma.

    On the night in question as I said, I was out of the state and Dawn was home alone except for our two Kites, which if you know anything about those dogs you know you’re never alone with one of them around.

    My closest neighbor Clark Wilson was a witness to most of what happened that night, he was wounded in Nam and at night has to get up and walk around a while to un-kink some old scar tissue, he was just about to return to bed when his dog started barking so he looked out his front window in time to see a pair of blacked out vehicles stopping in front of our home and was shocked to see dark shapes running toward the house. He grabbed the phone and called 911 and reported a home invasion at our address.

    The 911 operator told him it was a raid by federal officers and to stay inside. Being a good neighbor he grabbed his video camera and started shooting from his yard from behind some shrubs.

    Clark watched as the men in black blew my front door off the hinges and followed that with flash bang grenades. As they charged inside they were met by the two Acadia’s who apparently took down the first two assholes thru the door. 

    In the confusion my lovely wife Dawn who was also a 3 gun competitor had time to wake up and hear her dogs being shot to death by what she knew was silenced weapons fire, thru out the entire mess not one member of the raid party ever identified themselves as law Enforcement officers.

    What happened next set this whole mess on the road to where it ends now. Knowing my wife so well, I knew she flew out of bed and grabbed the first rifle she could. Which was my Springfield M1a Scout. I had it loaded with FMJ rounds and Dawn was very good with it, she proved that by using her training to take cover and seeing the knot of scary looking thugs killing her dogs she just blew the shit out of them, a full 20 round magazine right into the middle of the pack.

   She managed a reload from the pouch on the butt stock got off several more rounds before the thugs could return fire. They were wearing body armor; Dawn was wearing a nightgown.

    When the smoke cleared and lights turned on, Dawn and her dogs were all dead, four of the raid party was dead and six wounded. Out of twelve midnight raiders Dawn accounted for ten. God I miss her every minute of every day.

    My neighbor watched the whole thing from start to finish and even videoed what he could see of it. In his video you can see a lot of dark figures running around and worse of all he got it on film showing them dragging Dawn outside and dumping her near naked body on the ground like a bag of garbage, they tossed the dogs into the shrubs by the door.

    Our local excuse for a Sheriff showed up later and even he wasn’t allowed to enter the house. The Paramedics arrived and when they tried to check Dawn were shoved inside the house by the raiders still standing and one was heard on the video saying “ Fuck that bitch, if she’s alive she can damn well bleed out”!!

    Somebody had the sense to call the FBI who showed up and kind of took over, one of the first things one of them did was to get a sheet and cover Dawn, to him I owe thanks and I hope he ain’t here today.

    I got the call on my cell phone from Clark who was crying when he told me the bad news. I was stunned to say the least but I also knew falling apart wasn’t gonna do me or Dawn any good, she was gone and nothing could bring her back, there would be time for tears later.

    I loaded up and rolled home, I got there in just under five hours only to find my home still being processed by the FBI, the ATF fuck heads weren’t anyplace to be found. A Deputy Sheriff that I knew well enough to talk to stopped me.

    He said the FBI had taken over the mess and all his department was doing was scut work, he did say they had notified the Sheriff of the raid and he had ordered his Deputies to stay away, he never attempted to be a go between, he just let it happen because he was a gutless political chicken shit.

   In the following days the whole thing came out, the bullshit warrant was shown to be exactly that, the only saving grace was in all the confusion they never got around to ripping my gun safe open which would have given them time to mess with my AK to make it shoot full auto, and yea the assholes do that stuff all the time.

    I was able to turn it over to the FBI head investigator who would later report it was not a full auto gun and never had been. I was surprised that the cover their asses play wasn't in effect, maybe the FBI is tired of being lumped with the JBT of the ATF

    After the terrible days following the raid, when allowed to have my wife’s body, I had her cremated as we both wanted and with only a few close friends attending I scattered her ashes in a beautiful fast moving creek where we loved fishing for Brookies, I would find myself returning to the spot in the days and months that followed just to be close to her and to talk about what I was going to do.

    One of my best friends is a Lawyer and a damn good one, I turned him loose on the bastards and after almost a year with all the lying and ass covering he beat a settlement out of them. It wasn’t a fair trade for my wife but it gave me what I needed to arrive at this point where I’m at today.

    One of the first things I did was sell the house and close out that part of my life. I took the money and after driving all over the area I found just what I wanted. 10 acres on a hill with a spring that provided fresh water year round. I bought it for cash and recorded the deed in my name; I wanted them to know exactly who they were dealing with.

    I had a fencing company from another town come out and put in a chain link fence around the whole place, after they were gone I put barbed wire around the top pointing out. The gate was a very heavy steel unit anchored to 8” steel pipe buried in concrete and filled with more crete.

    I settled down to await the settlement money; I bought a small travel trailer and a generator and built an outhouse. And for the next several months I stayed out of sight. I spent my time drawing out plans for my new home I would build when settlement was done.

    In my heart was an empty black place that sapped the soul right out of me, I also spent a lot of time on the internet researching all I could about the infamous raids the ATF had pulled and all the people they had screwed over and put in prison for nothing but paper work mistakes. And in fact I found even more such raids conducted by even small town Police departments who have become infected with the Paramilitary bug brought on by the Federal Government and their lend/lease program of giving military hardware to any cop shop that seems to think they need an armored Vehicle to serve warrants for selling raw milk or farm eggs or too many parking tickets.

    They were also real good at dropping a few extra parts in some dealers parts bin at gun shows and later nailing them for selling full auto parts. It seems that Law Enforcement in America has taken a turn for the worst and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

    The Federal Government has militarized our police forces even down to the small town level; cops look like Nazi storm troopers, black BDU’s, tactical weapons rigs slung down on their thighs. Why would a small county Sheriffs Dept need an armored personnel carrier? Or up armored HumVees?

    It seems to me that if cops were like they used to be in my life time and treated folks the way they should there would be no need for all this Rambo shit but what’s the fun of having cool toys if you don’t get to use them?

    One of my biggest questions is and was even before this was “WHY?” why do we the people allow this? Why do we put up with it? Maybe it’s time to say no, Hell NO! No more killing innocent people in their homes because they attempt to defend themselves when their door gets blasted down, it happens all the time, hell half the time the fuckers are at the wrong address!!!

    I’m not saying every cop in the country is like this, but way too many are, many are so filled with their own image of themselves and their over inflated ego they just have to act the part and it is an act, most couldn’t carry the water for an old time Lawman like we used to grow in America back the old days.

    Nope, something changed and it wasn’t “We the people” it was our fault for electing people we put in power, too much voting for the bread and circuses and not enough voting for honorable people. Power and corruption seem to run together.

    I do wonder all over the issues don’t I? But there is so much to say, to point out and damn little time to do it. I won’t say what I’m doing is right nor is it maybe even honorable in some ways but there is a message that needs sending and somebody needs to send it. What better messenger then a sad dying old man?

    After enough time had past the weasels in DC offered a settlement for murdering my wife, we had to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Yea right! Lol, it was for $ 4 million dollars. Screw the bastards, it’s gone now and what they gonna do, shave my head and send me back to Nam? Take away my socialist insecurity number?  FUCK EM!

    Now! To work! It cost me the love of my life but we will be back together soon. I now have the ability to do something that needs doing and that’s what I did! Fight back.

    The first part of my plan was to build a small house, small meaning a one-room cabin with a bathroom. It was built right beside the spring, which was fed into a 1500-gallon cistern under the concrete slab

    After the slab was poured and everything squared up I started dry stacking concrete blocks, with steel rebar in all the right places, it was slow work because I was trying to do it alone, I bought a mixer and a small tractor with a bucket and a dump trailer I could pull with my one ton Dodge Cummings.

    I dug out one side of the spring to form a pool of water, got a jet pump allowing me to use my generator to have running water for mixing concrete.

    I soon enough realized I couldn’t do it alone so I went shopping for a small travel trailer and a couple of young guys who wanted to earn some tax-free cash.

    I found them at the Home Depot in the next town, two Mexican day workers who spoke good enough English for me to understand or better yet for them to understand me. Both had plenty of experience working construction. They offered to work for $8.00 an hour.

     I offered them $12.00 an hour because the job was in the boonies and they would be living on site until the job was done, both jumped at the offer.

    Let me say right here that they damn near killed me. Trying to keep up with them was way too much for my old ass! Them boys could stack block! And wire in the steel. I rigged up an outside solar heated shower using a barrel on a stand painted black; it worked fine and a gas grill to cook the meals on.

    Every few days I hauled them into town for a good feed and to get whatever they wanted to fix for themselves since they liked different food then me, it worked out fine.

    After the walls were stacked we mixed the crete and dumped into the tractor bucket, which I raised up and they guided the pour, easy does it was the rule of the day for sure!

    It took us a week to stack blocks and pour them full of crete. We then started forming the roof to pour the cap, we built the framework to hold the planking then put plastic sheeting on it then steel, lots of steel!! When it was all tied in we went back and added more support to the support timbers.

    Then one fine day we started pouring the roof, I think pouring it slow allowed the crete to set up a bit between batches and with all the steel it seemed to be holding, it was a long day, 16 hours we took but it was done and she was holding. We let it sit for a few days before removing all the support timbers and it still held. I was amazed!

    I now had a concrete box sitting on a hill, it was about 10 x10 feet and it was ugly but wouldn’t be for long.

       I had more work to do but I could handle it alone for the moment, I paid the helpers off with an extra $200.00 bonus each and the request to avoid talking about the job and I got their cell numbers in case I needed them again.

Two real hard workers who had no quit in them, maybe they are the future, who knows.

    It was lonely up here after the guys were gone but I had work to do and got to it. The tractor and bucket loader got a work out over the next week, I hauled god knows how many tons of over burden to cover the box, I did stop and build some wings off the front corners to act as retaining walls, there were no windows in the box just a door opening which was getting a door I designed my self. It is being made in a welding shop a few hundred miles away and when it’s ready it will be a job hanging it but I planned for that.

    My door is made of 500 Brinell sheet steel and is ½ inch thick. The whole door is hung on a steel frame as one unit with hinges as heavy duty as the door. The door will swing out to open. It can be left open because it’s not visible from the outside because of the small livable cabin that will be built in front of it. All that one sees from the front is my little cabin nestled up against the hill.

    I can’t say that this entire project is right or wrong, I just know it’s what I feel I have to do, and sometimes you gotta eat the bear before it eats you. And this bear has already had a meal at my expense. It’s my turn to feed.

    I took a few days off and headed in to town where I got a room at a motel and showered and trimmed my new beard. My hard work had trimmed off over 20 pounds of fat so I went clothes shopping and for kicks I went cowboy, which is a look, and life I lived long ago. Not wanting to look brand new at it I found a place to buy pre tortured Levi’s and with my old boots and a white shirt and gray western blazer I looked pretty damn good in my old broke in Stetson that I haven’t worn in too many years. With the gray in my beard and lip fuzz I don’t look like the same man. But I didn’t want to push it so I didn’t hang around admiring myself.

    The next day I headed out on a short road trip to the surrounding countryside looking for estate sales and such. I had some things I wanted to buy without leaving a paper trail.

    But in truth I think it was more to be around people who didn’t know me and who weren’t going to look at me with pity, I don’t need pity, I need my wife back, our dogs back, our life back, but that isn’t gonna happen.

    If you’re gonna be an outlaw be a good one, don’t be a wimp about it, be a tiger, a meat eater of the first order!

    At one estate sale I found a nice Marlin 22 rifle, bolt action and made back so long ago there was no record of it that could be traced, not that I cared, the last owner was dead and the new owner wasn’t far behind.

    At another sale I found a big bunch of old bread pans from back when mom stayed home and made great smells for dinner, I have great plans for them.

    I hit about every gun shop I saw and bought a pound or two of Black powder at the ones that carried it, I also bought a large supply of 36 cal. Lead balls. Just another old cowboy unwilling to step into the new century.

    I watched the paper for gun sales and located several older 12 ga single shots, at one of them the old guy had a bunch of boxes of heavy goose loads and some buck shot, I bought it all.

    At one place I found a lot of glass baby food jars with lids and grabbed them, I found all kinds of things I could use, small propane gas bottles still full. Cans of white gas were good finds.

After a few days the truck was full of junk and I got a call that my door was ready so I headed home to unload into my storage shed and hooked up my flatbed trailer and headed out to fetch the door.

    It was heavy for sure but it was gonna need to be. After getting it home I measured the side bolt holes and drilled out the blocks to accept the heavy bolts that were going to hold the damn thing upright. I was using one-inch bolts with the expanding lead grippers as I called them, screw them in and they smash the lead against the concrete making a solid force fit.

    I used the tractor to pick the door up and spent the next several hours fighting the son of a bitch to get it hung. The outside edges of the frame over lapped the block walls by several inches, which would prevent pry bars from being of use.

    With the door in place I was ready to build my cabin, I called the cell number for my two-day labor guys and Joe answered, I asked if he and his buddy were ready to work? They were very ready, so I drove in to meet them, I told them I needed one more man but one who was a good carpenter and who would keep his mouth shut. They had just the guy, an older man who they knew well from jobs they worked where he was the straw boss, Joe called him and he agreed to a meeting.

     I liked him the moment we met, His went by John which I assumed was the English translation from his name, I didn’t care, he was about sixty and had the look of a man who spent his life working hard outside.

     I said we were building a small one room cabin and he was the boss, we agreed on his pay which I added to as I did with the other two, he was good with living on the job site because it was going to go fast. We were ready.

    I used my flat bed trailer to haul the materials we needed and bought them in different places, over kill? Yea probably but I wasn’t wanting to leave one single trail for them to follow.

    When I had everything I figured we needed to make a start I picked up the crew and headed for home, I knew in the first 10 minutes I had a crew boss, he laid it out on the slab and by that evening we had the walls up and by the end of the week I had a very comfy home! Now it was just the usual type construction and wouldn’t provide any security from bullets so the next job was building a circular “ Raised Flower bed around the whole front, We did the dry stacking with blocks again with two rows about two feet apart and five feet high, concrete filled and the space between filled with soil.

    A nice bullet stop, it wouldn’t stop anything going over the top but it was better then a kick in the balls for sure.

    I also had my metal work people do up some shutters and a door sheathed with 3/8’s steel. They cut crosses in the shutters and the door, very decorative, Why make it easy?

    It was done! A place to live for as long as I do. Live I mean. The funny thing is I’m feeling more alive then any time since Dawn died. In some ways I feel bad for that but I know she wouldn’t want me moping my life away. But then again she wouldn’t really want me to be doing what I’m doing. 

    When we poured the slab I had run pvc pipe out beyond where the wall was going to be in all directions. To the helpers it looked like the usual stuff sticking up on a new job. I now had a fully enclosed “home” I had to smile at that one. I had the door built with the best dead bolts money could buy but I also had it built with some locking bolts that operated with a solenoid that would shut when I pushed the right buttons on what looked like a TV remote, so pull the locks out and good luck, Can it be defeated? Sure if you can stay alive while doing it. Good luck with that.

    Another item I put in was 10-inch well casing, buried 4 feet down and sticking up 6 feet and anchored in concrete and filled with more crete. On the bottom of each was a base plate that would hinder pulling them out of the ground. They were placed every seven feet. All the way around the place. My tractor was getting a hell of a work out.

    For a guy dying of cancer I sure was feeling great, hard work and fresh air I guess. Whatever it was it was doing good! I had to go into a town several miles away to rent a small backhoe, one of those little dudes used for small jobs.

     I hauled it back and the next day I started digging holes about 4 feet wide and 4 feet deep in staggered intervals all around the mound, when I was done digging I returned the hoe and rented a trencher and started trenching from each hole to the place where the pvc ends laid, with that done I returned the trencher and returned home and rested for a couple of days. My next trip to town was a different town where I bought a load of the blue poly barrels that are used for shipping food products like vinegar from the smell, along with that I bought about a mile of wire used in small voltage electrical applications, I must admit I was winging it to a degree but I had a plan and figured it would work one way or the other.

    I don’t know who might read this so I won’t go into details about the contents of the blue barrels except to say if you ever farmed you’d have worked with the stuff.

    Each barrel was filled with the gunk and pvc with wire running thru it back to the mound and pulled into the blockhouse. Each barrel got a nice heavy detonator attached to it then after sealing the barrels I placed a “package" of nuts and nails etc on top of it then I covered them up and packed the ground by driving back and forth over it then I raked it and scattered wild grass seed just like that growing all over the hill.

    I did paint the steel posts a color that blended in with the area but any idiot would be able to see they weren’t wood but I didn’t care, they had their purpose and would do the job just fine.

    I had reached the point where I needed the help of somebody really smart in the field of electronics and I just happened to know such a person who was that and more.

    He was the best man are our wedding and had served with me in the Marines, he had called me many times to check on me but living in a distant state and with a wife and kids couldn’t just rush to my side, but, he is just the person I need and I believe will help with this leg of the project.

    Walt got out of the Corps and used the GI bill to go to school where he got a degree in Electronics and in time opened his own business, building and marketing high tech gear for all aspects of life. His was a small business with only a few employees but he was doing good and was his own boss which was all one can ask for.

    I locked things up tight and headed for Arizona where he lived, nothing I wanted to talk about could ever be over a phone and while my truck is over kill for a road trip vehicle it don’t leave a paper trail like a rental car would. I wasn’t about to leave a trail to Walt’s door.

    Two days on the road and I was parked near Walt’s business waiting for him to close for the day, I didn’t want his workers seeing him talking to a tall cowboy in a big Dodge diesel, after about an hour his people started leaving until only one vehicle was left and shortly Walt walked out and locked the door, I pulled up close to him and when he looked around I made some hand signs we both knew from our days in Recon, he never even blinked he just nodded and got in his car and followed me out of the lot.

    I love ol Walt, he’s a rock. When I parked behind a bar he got out and simply shook my hand and smiled his old smile that leaves no doubt that if your gonna wash live gold fish down with a cold beer you best wait for him to get his fish and beer.

    We walked into the dim bar and found a corner near the jukebox, the waitress took our orders and when she returned I handed her a five and asked her to play whatever she liked, that got a smile.

    Over beer and burgers and covered by music I laid it all out for Walt, I watched his eyes while I talked and he never blinked beyond normal, he never said a word until I was finished. His first words were “ Well it’s taken you long enough but I guess you had to wait for the money right”?

    I wasn’t surprised by his lack of surprise, the man knows me like he knows his favorite old beat up house shoes, we have a lot of miles together. When you sweat and bleed with somebody you really get to know them.

    He sat thinking over the details of what I wanted him to do, not the legality of it, not the morality of it, simply the “HOW” too. After about an hour of sitting sipping beer and listening to the juke box where some asshole was whining about his old lady leaving him and taking his dog and how he missed that dog Walt said ok, I can do it and with everyday goodies from most any place.

   We headed out to my truck and started driving with the radio playing some kind of rap shit, it was a toss up between the dog whiner and some black dude bleating about cops and baby mommas and no wonder the whole fucking country is going to hell.

    Walt started writing on a notebook while I drove, making a long list of stuff I was going to buy at different places on my drive home. Walt would wait a week and send his wife and kids to her folks place for a long over due visit then he was gonna head my way, he would leave his car in the long term parking in the city airport where I’d pick him up for the drive to my place.

    I dropped him off back at the bar and we parted ways with a handshake and a smile, we were back in the bush again! I could see I might have trouble making him stay out of it but I could handle it.

    The drive back went well and I filled the entire list Walt had given me, never more then a few items per store, I will admit I had no idea how in hell to use this stuff but I knew what I wanted it to do and Walt was the man for the job!

    I’d say this was gonna be fun but in fact it wasn’t, not for anybody involved. Me included.

    But there comes a time when even the coward of the county has to finally stand up and be counted and the bully has to pay his back dues.

    While I was waiting for Walt I started working on some more of my little surprises, these were 3/8” by 18 “ rebar that I sharpened on one end to a needle point, I cut and ground on them for hours until I had several dozen of them but they would come later.

    I started driving steel T posts in random patterns all around the parameter of the hill until there was dozens of them, leaving only a single route into the place.

    Finally I got the call from Walt asking how I was holding up, I told him I was dealing with it on a day-to-day basis but I was doing ok. We chatted for a while and hung up, and hour later I was on the road and three hours later I picked him up outside a hotel where a taxi from the airport had dropped him, his car was parked in the short-term lot.

    We left the city after dark and arrived at my place about midnight, seeing nobody at all. We got a few hours sleep and got with it first thing in the morning. We spent the day stringing wire from the inside of the bunker (as I have taken to calling it) out thru the many pvc outlets with a wire puller, and out to where it would be used.

    We then started hanging the very small cameras I had bought from many different stores selling such items, these were the small so called spy cams that would feed what they saw back to the bunker monitors. When it was done there wasn’t an inch of the bunker that could be approached by anybody without me knowing it, we had placed motion detectors all around the area well out past the cameras and a few cameras looking down the hill in areas of probable egress. We tested the set up with me trying to sneak in while Walt watched the monitors. I never made it past even one camera. After dark I tried it again and still had no luck, between the motion detectors and the IR capabilities of the cameras I just never made it. Several of the cameras were game cams as they are called and while being more visible were very good.

    When we were done a mouse couldn’t approach the bunker without being spotted and the beauty of it all was the fact that using high tech equipment and an under ground phone line Walt was able to set up my command center.

    My real command center. Which was two hundred yards away among some dense brush, it was nothing more then a covered hole covered with two feet of dirt and a small view port that over looked the entire area. There was nothing to attract attention to the spot and it sat right at the edge of a deep gully made by run off. I had walked it a few times to make sure it was a viable route out of the area and not in a place where anybody was apt to be. I could make it thru the brush in the gully and quietly if I took my time and followed the deer trails. It came out about a mile away from my place feeding into another brushy area.

    In this place was hidden a 650 Honda I had bought for cash out of state and never registered. The plates were off a wrecked bike in a salvage yard. I only had to ride a few hundred yards to hit a good skid trail left from logging operations from years back which fed out to a forest service road that fed out to the nearest interstate.

    As I’m sure by now you have figured out I have no idea of pulling a suicide by cop thing, I have many miles to go a lot of people to see and this is my fall back spot for when it gets to hot.

    I took Walt back to where he could get a cab to the airport and his car. I handed him an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills and had to listen to him arguing over it. I won. I also told him to call me in about a week to check up on me as he does all the time and with a hug and a handshake he was gone. I felt sad because I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.

    I spent the next two weeks finishing up the rest of the things I wanted to get in place, mostly nasty things that my mind cooked up, like the rebar I had cut and sharpened, I used a 3/4 inch piece of re-bar to make a hole 8” deep and pushed the 3/8’s re-bar into the hole and poured a bit of dry crete into the small opening and added water. The approach to the place was all up hill so I placed my steel punji stakes at an angle down hill, why make it easy? It took a good while to get them all in but when I did it was a very nasty densely packed area that you would not want to fall into. Next came barbed wire strung all around the re-bar creating a tangle foot that if you ran into it and fell you were gonna get hurt, Charley was a good teacher.

I then strung the T posts with barbed wire in no pattern, just here and there around the posts, when it was done it looked like something out of WW1 trench warfare. I knew people could breach that first row of wire but the tangle foot was a surprise because I really seed the area with a fast growing local tall grass and between the fertilizer and the water in a few weeks you would only see a field of grass with some wire and T posts growing out of it.

    I next took the bunch of single shot shotguns and took a hack saw to them, I cut the down to 12 inch barrels and cut the stocks off a few inches behind the pistol grip. I spray painted them in a mottled pattern of green and brown then I took a good walk looking for the best egress routes into the area and after I found them I went to work, every shotgun was now anchored to a tree with long screws thru the remaining stock, each was pointed down into the area I figured my enemies would come to get close to my “compound” as they love to call these kinds of places.

    After checking and double-checking the entire set up I hooked everything up except the ends in my bushy hideout, the shotguns were loaded and ready with trip wires. The last items to be placed were the bread pans, each had two sticks of ditching dynamite nestled under hundreds of lead balls, I covered then with duck tape, the camo kind of course! And went about setting them up to the last of the wires Walt strung, each was command detonated and were further down the hill, facing up hill, I figured they were a great last bad thing to run into for anybody running back the way they came.

    And it’s show time as they say; I spent the day and night searching my inner self, asking do I really want to do this? And the answer is always the same.

     I spent this time at the brookie stream where I put Dawn. Come morning I knew I was ready and there wasn’t any sense in delaying it.

    Right on time Walt called and we did our tap dance for several minutes with me sounding despondent and half drunk which he asked me about, I told him I was fine and I’d be in touch in a week or so. We hung up and it was show time.

    My truck was packed and my other tools were ready so I headed out. First stop was two states away where the asshole that led the raid on my home had been transferred and promoted.

W.T. Rogers was his name and I had his address but I didn’t want to do it in front of his family so I drove the most likely routes he would probably take to work and found several places to do it. Then I left my truck in a parking garage and took a bus to the next city where I looked in the paper for used cars, I found exactly what I wanted, a Ford Crown Vic. just like most cops drive.  Owned by an older lady who’s husband had died and she didn’t drive, I paid her cash and promised to destroy the plates when I got it home, For the fun of it I bought an antenna with a magnet and slapped it on and I was ready.

    Mr. W.T. Rogers was very prompt and pulled out of his driveway at 0700 for his drive to work, it was simple, I followed him and at a street with two lanes I pulled to the left hand side at the red light, slid down the window and placed the muzzle of the 12 ga shotgun on the window ledge and eased forward until I was lined up perfect and revved my engine causing him to look at me, it took a second for him to realize it was me and then he saw the big hole looking right at him like an un-winking eye. His eyes got big and I pulled the trigger, the blast blew out his window and took off most of his head, I turned left and drove at the speed limit looking back I saw his car rolling thru the intersection with no driver in sight.

    I drove out of town and back to near where my truck was parked and simply walked away, I had worn gloves in the car and leaving the keys in the ignition and the plates removed I walked away, I figured the car would be in a chop shop by dark. I got to my truck and headed to a motel where I got a room and slept for 10 hours. After a long hot shower and breakfast in the dining room I headed out.

     Curiosity got me so I drove past the car, or where the car had been, it was gone. I had to laugh. Some things in life are predictable. I consulted my list and headed for the next target who lived in the next state over.

    Tom Harris, former ATF agent, fired after another raid that left a home owner dead who was shot reaching for a gun when the Storm Troopers burst thru his door, once again serving a mostly bull shit warrant. Except this time they had the wrong house…again.

    Harris was now working as a police officer in a small town. A real come down for him but not as bad as the one coming at him. He and Rogers were the two who got out of my house in one piece between Dawn and the dogs the survivors were pretty torn up, I figured they had paid, Rogers and Harris not so much so.

They were also the ones who dragged Dawns body out and tossed it like trash. Yep, paybacks a motherfucker.

    Harris was easy to find, he loved working a speed trap outside town where he wrote so many tickets the town council should have given him a raise for all the revenue he brought in. he liked to park in a dark spot just inside the town limits and get people coming in at highway speeds and nailing them as soon as they crossed the line.

    I had scouted him and knew his ways as well as he did, all I had to do was simply park out of sight and walk thru the dark to where he was parked sitting there smoking and waiting for his next sucker. I stood in the dark watching him waiting for him to flick his bic, knowing when he did it he was looking right into the flame, leaving him with no night vision for a few moments.

    When he reached for his pocket I started moving close, as they say, smoking will kill you, and in Harris’s case it sure did. He never saw it coming like Rogers did but I was good with that. He looked into the flame, took one big drag and I shot him in the ear with the old 22 rifle I had bought at a garage sale. He never moved for a second, just sat with smoke coming out of his mouth, then his head laid back on the headrest and he looked like he was still waiting for the radar to ping with another chicken to pluck. I did check his pulse to make sure, I had felt my own thru the surgical gloves I was wearing and knew I would feel it if he had one, he didn’t.

    I walked back to my truck and drove away. Hours later I was crossing a river with no traffic coming so I got out and tossed the shotgun and the rifle into the water below and drove away into the night.

     I can’t say I felt any better for the deeds but I didn’t feel bad either and they had paid for their fuck up. Would it bring Dawn back? No, but there it is.

    I returned to my cabin on the hill to await the fall out if any which I thought there might be if anybody put the two names together and after waiting several days I decided to drive into town to see and be seen. Kinda of like trolling the bait so to speak.

    I wondered all over town without raising any interest so I headed to a local bar that served good food and was a cop hang out, I wasn’t thru my steak when several off duty Deputies came in and I seemed to attract a lot of attention, I saw one using his cell phone so I figured it was only a matter of time and sure enough here comes the Sheriff, the one who refused to get involved in trying to stop the raid on our home, I blame him even more then the Jack Booted Thugs who pulled the raid.

    The Sheriff is the highest elected person in a county, and has the power to toss out any bunch of Feds who try to pull off raids in his county, most won’t because of either a lack of guts or because they agree with it even if they know it’s bull shit.

    He strutted in like he owned the place and headed right for my table putting on quite a performance for his troops, he stopped at my table all puffed up with himself so I just glanced at him and then kept eating. That pissed him off so he tried to be intimidating when he spoke, it didn’t work.

    He asked where I had been during the time frame when the killings took place? I asked him what killings? Now he was about to foam at the mouth but was able to stutter out the names of the two dead ATF stooges.

    I had to smile when I asked if he was serious that they were dead? He wasn’t happy with the obvious pleasure the news gave me. So I kept eating until he raised his voice and repeated his question.

    I said I was out at my place and hadn’t been off it for almost two weeks. He asked if I had any proof of that? I laid down my fork and knife and slowly stood up and said “ No I don’t have anybody to say I was there because she’s dead, because you are a fucking yellow weasel and Sheriff or not if you ever speak to me again I’ll kick your ass all over this country. Well he turned red and looked like a heart attack waiting to happen, I watched his hand twitch like he was gonna pull his weapon so I sat back down and resumed eating and ignored him. His parting shot was to tell me this wasn’t over and he would be seeing me. I flipped him off.

    After he stomped out his deputies started laughing so I paid for my meal and stopped at their table and reminded them that they had stood aside while my wife was being murdered and I wasn’t going to forget or forgive. That brought their laughter to a halt. One started to stand up but one of the older hands stopped him and said “We got nothing to say because this man is right, we all failed our oath that night, at least those who were on duty and knew what was going on.”

    He looked at me and said Mr. Blake, I wasn’t on duty that night and never knew a thing until I was called in to help secure the scene until the FBI could get there but I’ll be honest and admit I’m not sure I would have had the guts to stand up to those assholes, I’m sorry to have to admit that but it’s the truth, I don’t know that I wouldn’t have either and that’s a shame too.

    He said all he could do was say he was sorry for my loss and that he had made up his mind to never ever turn his back on the well being of the citizens of the country regardless of who was pushing the issue.

    He was the only one to ever say a word about the whole mess and I respect him for it. He might survive if he’s telling the truth.

    I headed out to my truck where I found a pair of deputies leaning on it, I asked them if they had a problem and the biggest one said, “yea asshole we don’t like you making our boss look bad!” I laughed at him and told him I didn’t have to since the stupid son of a bitch did a good job of it on his own.

    With that he took his swing at me so I kicked him in the balls and turned on the other one who put his hands up and said it wasn’t his idea and the fool wouldn’t listen because he wanted to suck up to the boss.

    I told him I was going home and they could come get me if they wanted to try and with that I left town knowing I had burned several bridges behind me. But I didn’t care. Obviously the Feds had picked up on me as a suspect right away and I expected a visit from them any time.

    It took a week for the FBI to send anybody around to see me, and it turned out to be the one who covered my wife that night, I owed him so I wasn’t rude.

    He parked at the gate and got out of his car that almost didn’t make it up the hill, I walked down to the gate and just looked at him.

    He could see the T posts and the wire, but the cabin blocked the view of the front of the bunker, he looked at it a while and nodded and almost smiled.

    He said, "It was you Mr. Blake. I have no doubt now, but as you well know proving it is gonna be impossible so my advice is to maybe think about a vacation out of the country for a while, like 20 years maybe because F troop is gonna come for you and that’s a fact."

    I still hadn’t said a word to him and after a bit I said “ Thank you for what you did for my wife that night” He raised an eyebrow so I told him there was a video of it all and I saw his actions. He nodded and then said he was so very sorry but then again it wasn’t often a bunch of F troop JBT’s got their asses handed to them by anybody much less a woman.

    I had to laugh and say yea she was a crackerjack for sure, then I stopped smiling and told him if they came for me I’d like to think he wasn’t going to be with them, he said he wouldn’t go near the bastards on a good day. We shook hands and he left.

    A week went by before I decided to head out for a while, a while meaning to head around to the gully that was my egress route and I hoofed it up behind the bunker and laid under heavy bushes to see what would happen.

    Not an hour later a chopper flew over the place with people leaning out to get a look, I could see somebody taking videos of the place which meant raid preps. After a few minutes they flew away and it got quiet again, I sat there for a couple of hours and dozed a bit, it was cool here and I had no place to go. It did show that somewhere down the road somebody was watching me.

    I figured I had a couple of weeks before they came back and I had a lot to do yet so I headed out to my truck and then drove back home where I spent the evening making lists of things to get done.

    One thing I had been doing for a good while was accumulating cash, I had a few hundred thousand here but the bulk of the pay off was in several banks in several states. Hidden under LLC’s formed by my Lawyer and as hidden as it could get.

    I headed into the next city watching my rearview mirrors and spotted a tail but I had a plan for that, when I hit the city I headed thru a few residential areas and they had to pull way back to avoid being made, when I had gone around a curve I sped up and ducked down an alley for several blocks, I never saw them again. I headed out and drove all over the area looking for a tail. Then I drove into an under parking garage and in a empty corner I climbed under the truck and used a light and an electronic widget Walt had given me.

     It took maybe 30 seconds to pinpoint the small transmitter that I was sure the asshole Deputy I had the run in with had placed for the F troop clowns. The act he put on was to cover for being near my truck.

    I took a cab to my bank and went to my personal banker, an attractive woman who was always cheerful and friendly. I told her I needed to move money and asked how? She asked where I wanted to move it to, I said out of the country, that got her attention, she asked if I was in trouble with the IRS and I had to laugh since we all are in trouble with them, she agreed.

    I told her I just wanted to get away for a year or two and wanted to keep my funds close to hand. She said maybe I should buy gold but that was a whole other problem.

    But she did give me an idea and I said I’d be back in an hour. I used that hour to call my lawyer and ask him if I bought a bunch of gold could he or would he get a safe place to store it for me but not in my name. He never asked a question he just said, “ Sure, get it and bring it by” I love people who don’t complicate things with bullshit.

    I went back to the bank and got with my lady banker and said I’m gonna buy gold and have it delivered to the bank here where I will take charge of it, can you help me? She said sure and offered a company to buy it from right here in the city. I made the call from her desk phone then turned it over to her, she read off the amount I was buying and where to bring it. It would be there in two days! I was blown out of my socks with that.

    She went to work with her calculator and figured the weight and said I best have a heavy-duty truck because it was a lot of weight, she showed me the numbers and I wondered if my truck could hold it. And this was just one bank account! But we got the paper work done and showed it coming to the bank where I just rented several real big safe deposit boxes.

    I decided to just hang out in the city until I picked it up to avoid having to dodge the Feds every time I moved a few feet. On the morning of the day I was at the back of the bank waiting, A nondescript armored car drove up and one of the guards came in and said they were ready to transfer it.  In the early hours before I took delivery I made a side trip to a truck stop outside town.

Following Walt’s advice I slapped the tracker onto the frame of a truck about to roll out. I hoped the clowns had a nice long trip.  I was at the bank right on time and just backed up to their truck and we stacked wooden crates in the back of mine, My friendly lady banker transferred the funds and it was done. With that done I headed to my Lawyers place in a very round about way. He met me and led me to a secure storage area where we unloaded the boxes. He said I needed a will so when I got my ass killed he could deal with the mess. I agreed and we made an appointment for the next day.

    After making out the will and leaving the bulk of my worldly goods to Walt and a few other people I was done with that. I did sign a power of Attorney so Walt could handle the conversion of my other funds into gold leaving me free of worry about being followed. And yes I trust Cleve, even if he is a Lawyer.

    I was now free of all ties and could go about my “work” so I returned home.

    I found things the same as I left them, I checked the game cams and saw nobody had been around, I figured they were staying away so as to not tip me off which was fine with me. I checked out all the circuits that Walt had wired in; they were all in the green. The native grasses had taken over and left no sign of the digging we had done.

    I had been worried that my escape tunnel to the out post bunker might show up but everything had grown and blended before they got interested in me so that was not as big a worry as I had feared.

    My cabin was very comfortable and for the first time since this shit started I felt like I was home. I felt kind if bad about that since Dawn wasn’t here but I knew she would understand. I thought about getting another pair of Akitas but why bother since they would just end up shot to death like the others had, I guess I was just lonely.

    I had set up a cell account with internet access and spent a lot of time on line researching other instants of Law Enforcement pulling the same shit they pulled on us, and it was an eye opener!!

    Here is a small part of what I found and it’s an eye opener. Check out the below listed web site, look at the map. This is a tiny tip of the iceberg

     http://www.cato.org/raidmap

    In truth I guess I was looking for further justification for my actions, but in the final analysis I need nothing more then the fact my wonderful wife is gone from my life for no good reason. But does this give me the right to issue myself a hunting licenses?? For better or worse I guess the answer is yes, the only way this shit will stop is when they come to understand they will have to pay and in like coin. Blood for blood. Am I acting as god? Maybe, I don’t really know, and in truth I don’t care. You reap that which you sow. I just know I have a burning hate inside me that needs an outlet, I just have to make sure I only vent it on those who really deserve it.

    I find it both peaceful and boring as hell here in my 10 acres of fortified solitude, I need to think outside the box so I put my mind to the future as if there is one. But then a sign came in the mail. It was from the doctor who had given me the bad news about my prostate, the letter stated that he had not been happy with something about the test results and had the test run again and got back a clear report, meaning “opps!! Your not gonna die Mr. Blake. Well shit, good news and bad news. I mean I really didn’t want to die but didn’t really care, now I need to care, if I follow up on my plans I will be wasting my life yes? If I don’t I’ll forever feel I let Dawn down. I needed time to think.

    Only I wasn’t going to get time to think, Two days later I went to town for supplies and spotted two black Suburban’s parked at the Sheriffs office. They practically screamed

“ FED’s”. Interesting to say the least. So I headed for the local joint where the food was good and the cops hung out, the same place where I had the run in with the Sheriff last time.

    I got a booth in a dark corner and ordered my lunch and waited. My meal was done when two deputies came in and sat at the bar with their backs to me, after ordering one said he hoped they were gonna get in on the big raid, the other said he wasn’t going even if ordered to. His partner asked why? He said he felt the whole screwed up mess should never have happened in the first place and that the assholes from “F troop” weren’t to be trusted so he wasn’t gonna get involved.

    He buddy laughed and called him a chicken shit but the smart one just shrugged it off. He said if the raid went down a lot of people were gonna either die or heads would roll because the warrant was bullshit and filled with lies.

    They finished their burgers and left. I eased out the back door where I was parked, well looked like my thoughts on the subject were not going to have any bearing on events.

    I had no idea how long I had before they came for me but there was little to do but it needed doing so I got my supplies and headed home.

    The main thing I did was hang signs I had made for this day; they were all painted black with yellow lettering on 4x4 plywood in large print. They read.

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      Warning!! This property is private; it will be defended to the max. If you have business with the owner ring the bell on the gate and use the phone in the box.

        Any attempt to enter this property will result in harm to the invaders. All business can and will be done with the phone on the gate.

        You have been warned and once you enter this property you are in danger from many sources.

          GO BACK!!!

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Now I had no faith in either the ability of the raiders to read or in their ability to resist the challenge, I posted smaller signs inside the property half way up the hill, if they ignored the warnings they were gonna pay a price, but that’s where this day was going since they killed my wife.

    Once the signs were in place and the gate was triple locked with the hardest chains and locks I could fine I simply hunkered down to wait.

    I wasn’t going to move around out side since I believed this raid was actually a hit not an arrest raid, they suspected me of the two deaths of their former comrades. So I kinda figured if there wasn’t a sniper hid out there soon would be. I had all kinds of equipment to give me early warnings of movement and cameras I could zoom in on any place they might set up a sniper hide. Shooting it out with their sniper would be a good way to get the ball rolling if he could be provoked into shooting first and without provocation and I had a plan for that.

    On the third day since I had over heard the two cops talking I was up before daylight sipping coffee and watching the feed from the cameras when I saw movement. I zoomed into the area and sure enough I saw a figure in a gillie suit getting settled behind his weapon, I watched and soon spotted other figures in the shadows, all outside the fence and I could see two of them looking at the sign on the gate, even in the dim light they still showed their anger in the way they stood, they finally eased back into the brush and settled in for the wait.

    I went to the window I had set up as my counter sniper site and settled behind the heavy barrel 223 I had set on the bench facing out the window which was open several inches, It took a while but I finally spotted their shooter again, he was damn near invisible but had a bad habit of tipping his head to the side when listening to or replying to his commo gear, the ear piece causes some folks to do that. Fatal mistake for a sniper.

    Once I had him in the cross hairs I headed to the door and got my alter ego ready, it was a dummy I made to resemble me to a degree. He was sitting in a rocking chair that moved a bit when I pulled a rope from the bench rest.

    It wouldn’t have fooled anybody in good light but it was just what the shooter was looking to see, a shape doing whatever, not suspecting somebody was out there. All I had to do was ease the door open and as it got lighter “I” would become visible with my back to the door watching the news on the wall mounted TV.

    For it to all come together they had to shoot first with no warning, it was all being recorded and fed into a computer onto a thumb drive, everything the cameras saw would be recorded.

    I watched the sniper watching the me he believed he had, every once in a while I pulled the rope and made the rocker move slowly. I was about to give up on them when the dummies head exploded and the body was flung out of the chair, no sound, no warning, I waited and soon the ones near the gate got up and headed to the call box, laughing like it was a great joke.

    The leader took the phone handset and called the house and got no answer of course, He was having a good time playacting, he gave up on the phone and yelled out MR Blake!! SIR!! This is the ATF; we would like to speak to you sir!! All the time smiling real big and getting laughs from his people who were in sight. Finally he yelled MR. Blake? Because I’m afraid something may have happened to you I’m going to come up to make sure you’re ok. I could hear his people making comments like “ Good luck with that”, “ How’s that headache Mr. Blake?” All with laughter.

    Well that was gonna end soon enough. After a few minutes I heard the sounds of vehicles approaching my gate and soon a pair of armored vehicles pulled up to the gate where the leader pointed at the gate and made a motion for them to open it.

    The gate was never meant to really keep anybody out if they worked at it. The first rig pushed against the gate but simply spun his tires so after looking it over they hooked a heavy chain to it and simply jerked it off the post. Phase one complete, they were in, now they came running out of the woods to jump in and on the vehicles, when they started up the hill I shot their sniper who was still in his hide, he never moved, just seemed to melt into the earth. I used the bolt action 223 with a suppressor on it and while it wasn’t a subsonic load I knew nobody heard it.

    I felt nothing for the dead sniper, he had in effect murdered me, or thought he had and every swinging dick coming up the hill knew it and were involved in the murder, so no mercy, none, nada.fuck em.

    They earned just what they got but not yet, the trap needed more meat in it before it was sprung. They were like jocks after winning the big one, laughing and when they came to the wire strung around the cabin they just piled off and using bolt cutters they cut holes in the fence, I waited a bit then tripped a small booby trap behind them this sent them running forward thru the deep grass, right into the tangle foot wires, the next seconds were filled with screams of pain and agony as they fell forward on the steel punji stakes, I was nice I hadn’t rubbed them in shit and they had no barbs, at least half of the raid team was down, others were hunkered behind anything that seemed like cover when in reality it was only concealment and there is a big difference in the two.

    I still hadn’t made my presents known yet they knew they were in a world of hurt, finally one of the agents ran forward and pulled a man off the steel shaft and dragged him screaming thru the grass. I let him go, there would be time later for him. Others were helping their mates, some were not moving, I had figured the body armor would stop the shafts but there are many places not covered by armor, one was dead for sure, the shaft was buried in his eye and out the back of his head. Bad luck of the draw.

    Now after the wild 60 seconds somebody opened fire with an MP5 and was spraying the cabin, I was behind the steel shutter and the “flower bed” was tall enough to protect most of the lower walls from his fire. I paid little attention to him but instead watched for the one who was going to fire the “ Smoke” grenade into the cabin, this is the non lethal unit they like to use to burn folks to death. It’s the one that always tips over a oil lantern or some such shit. And there he was, all set to fire into the cabin window, I shot him. He fell back and pulled the trigger on his launcher and splattered the ground 20 yards in front of him, right in the middle of his buddy’s trying to help their wounded.

    So far nobody had noticed he was down but all were cussing him for the short round. It amazed me that these people were supposedly the elite of the elite and yet they hadn’t made it thru the first real test.

    Finally somebody screamed that the gas guy was dead and that drove the fear induced panic thru them, they all opened fire wildly at the cabin. Bullets were making it inside and some were bouncing around off the concrete behind me but I had body armor on and a WW2 steel pot like I wore in the Corps. So I was ok more or less.

    I let them empty their weapons and while they were reloading I shot the raid leader, he was easy to spot because of the radio in his hand instead of a weapon, he was seated in the second vehicle but had the door open and was looking thru the gap, bad shit man, guess he missed that class.

    So far it looked like three KIA’s from gunfire and at least one from punji stakes and several badly wounded. And they still hadn’t felt the full wrath that was coming.

    I watched them pulling back to the gate and start treating their wounded, I could hear the shouting from here, some of them started hosing the cabin again and it was pissing me off so I popped one thru the head and that took the steam out of them.

    Now we settled down for the main event, there wouldn’t be any news choppers here today or embedded reporters as in Waco, no this was a murder raid, a hit under the guise of a warrant and there wasn’t gonna be any witnesses. Guess I never got the word on that meeting lol.

     I figured soon enough there would be a ton of reinforcements rolling in and sooner or later the FBI would be sent in to pull ATF’s asses out again. I will never ever (If I live past this day) understand why or how we Americans allowed this kind of shit to happen. We have people representing the law or at least their idea of the Law, out running around dressed and acting like Nazi SS troopers. Another thing that I find hard to believe is that nobody else has handed them their asses before today? Well Dawn sure did! It’s beats the shit out of me. We have become a bunch of milksops scared we might miss the football season on the boob tube if we make waves.

    Well today, one man took a stand and he didn’t create a wave, it’s a tsunami! And hopefully it will sweep across the land and wash the stink of these bastards away.

    How any person could stand with right hand raised and take the oath and then turn around and break it is beyond me, have we no honor left? No decent men who’s word means more then their life?

    Sadly there are way more people in law enforcement like these then like the old time lawmen. Well if I don’t make it thru the day I feel I’ve paid them back in some part for Dawns life, not in full by a long shot but a small part. If I do make it thru this fight there will be more pay back until I’m dead. It’s not just about Dawn, it’s for all the others who were killed when they woke up to intruders in their house and reached for a gun to defend their families.

    Somebody had to say “Enough”! Time to stop and regroup and start being the kind of Lawmen people can respect. So the chips fell and landed on my doorstep and I’m delivering the message.

    The activity at the gate had moved out of sight or so they thought, I could see them quiet well and saw the ambulances arriving to carry away the wounded and the body bags. Which added up to seven, so the punjis counted for almost as many as I did.

    I could see some frantic arm waving and shouting among the survivors and finally a new vehicle pulled up, it was one of the shiny black suburban’s I saw in town It was followed by the Sheriff himself and his lap dog deputy the one who liked to plant bugs on folks, if those two offered a shot I would take it, they owed payback.

    The day slipped away into darkness and I figured they would try to move in and sure enough they did, the game cams picked up the movement in IR and transmitted it to my PC.

     I watched them slipping in closer and knew one at least was in for a big surprise and sure enough he hit a trip wire and caught a load of buck shot knee high and was soon screaming for help, that froze all of the others. They assumed I was out there in the dark with them and in a way I was.

    Somebody made it to the fallen agent and I watched his hoist the wounded man and carry him out, he hadn’t gone twenty yards when he found his a wire and the sound of another shotgun was heard and more screaming. I guess those heavy buck and goose loads were a good buy.

    I will give them this; they were going to help their buddy’s come hell or high water, the next rescuers made in and out. Two more down, both would live maybe but probably would be on disability for life, which was fine with me.

    So far they had never called out that they had a warrant, just that they were the ATF and wanted to talk to me. I figured sooner or later they would send a negotiator to talk with me. I had no intentions of saying one word. In fact so far they couldn’t prove I was even here or that I was involved, yes it’s my place, but still they can’t place me here or so I think, not that it matters cause I will not be taken alive.

    But…I have a plan and this was only the opening salvo. After the events of the night they pulled back to lick their wounds and to try to get this over with before it became common knowledge and the media started pouring in.

    Morning came after a quiet night and I managed some sleep knowing the motion detectors would alert me to movement. I set the next stage of my plan into motion, I used a cell phone I bought at Wal - Mart to place a call to my Lawyer, all I said was “It’s a beautiful day in Vegas” I then hung up and removed the battery from the phone and put the whole unit in a steel ammo can hoping that will shield it from a location scan.

    Within two hours of my call the first units of the Media were rolling in, I watched it on my TV, which used 12-volt power since I wasn’t hooked to the grid.

    The Feds were in a snit due to somebody tipping the media off and of course were looking at themselves. The new raid commander was interviewed and said he would have a statement in an hour. Two things came out of it, I now knew who to target when I had another chance (always take out the leadership) and I knew who his second in command was because that one stood right beside him in the interview. I guess some folks never spent time out in Indian country in the real military. They would learn in time. Well the survivors might.

    I nuked a meal and sat watching the TV which was mostly blow dried hair sprayed dip shits making up the news as they went along, somebody checked the tax records and came up with my name which brought out the story of the raid that killed my wife, now the piranhas were swarming like there was bloody meat in the water.

    I took the cell phone out and replaced the battery and called my former neighbor Clark Wilson and told him " it was a fun time in Vegas" which meant now was the time to sell his video of the raid and to hold out for a bundle. He laughed and said good luck and to get a few for him. Good guy! Battery removed and all back in the ammo can.

    It was a couple hours later when I saw the frantic shoving match to get to their cars as the media whores tried to be the first to offer to buy the video, until right now nobody had seen that video and the only person besides me and Clark who knew was the FBI dude I told. This was gonna get wild.

    Later in the evening I called Clark again now on the throw away phone I gave him. He described the crazy shit that was going on. He had shown the video to reps for the major media and they were going crazy, the bidding had topped out for the moment at $90 K but he expected it to go higher as the “war” went on. He had also received a visit from the FEDS but his lawyer was there and things were ok there, he had shown a copy to the media and then burned it in his fireplace, the original was in a safe deposit box in another city. Clark was a good guy and I hoped he got a shit load of money for the video.

    Finally the Feds sent somebody to the outer gate or should I say the former gate, He wasn’t a raid type and wore only dress clothes, he used a bullhorn to call out to me but of course I didn’t answer, after a few minutes he walked away and another man in raid clothes came to the gate but hid behind a gate post and informed me that they had a warrant for my arrest for murder of a federal agent and I should come out and get this mess over with. I ignored him too, and he too wondered off.

    After a while a hot looking news lady in a short skirt and showing a lot of boob came to the gate and offered to let me tell my story if I would let her come up to interview me. Now I didn’t just come in on the last banana boat and I knew she sure as hell wasn’t a reporter. I ignored her too.

    The first dude came back and told me the only way out of this alive was to surrender to him and he would get me to safety, right and I’m Tinker Bell, I swear these asshole must have some Hollyweird hack writing their stuff, I’ve seen it in too many movies.

    Once you start talking to them they have you, they can wear down a rock, but if you don’t talk to them they are lost. I had a nice comfortable place, cool and pleasant, no bugs and plenty of the comforts of home whereas they were getting eaten alive by the bugs and had to bring in port potties.

    Things were slow until early afternoon when they sent some people to come in behind the cabin, they still had no idea that the hill behind the cabin was an underground bunker and wouldn’t until later.

    They came in very cautious having learned a thing or two, but while the back had no punji stakes or trip wires, it was full of toe poppers, Charley used bamboo tubes but I used steel tubing, with a base plate and a nail centered inside the tube that was welded onto the plate I simply dropped a rifle round into the tube leaving the tip sticking up, step on it and you push the primer down on the nail and bang! The ones Charles used weren’t full power but they did damage, mine were in tubes that just fit the casing, meaning more of the energy was sent upward, thus a bullet thru the foot and if one were unlucky it also made it up the leg to maybe the knee, I’m not a nice person and these fuckers murdered my wife, being a cripple beats being dead so they are getting the better deal.

    I watched the team approaching the back of the hill and after seeing no grass hiding trip wires they rushed the last bit and three of the four went down with busted feet. The screaming started again and the one still on his feet was too scared to move, help finally got there but it took them 30 minutes to get their people out of the area. New lesson learned! Don’t fuck with Marines! Even old ones.

    That ended things for the day, they were back to licking their wounds and I could see on the hidden cameras that moral was way down, nobody talking and everybody off alone for fear of showing fear. Well when you’ve been the cock of the walk for so long it’s hard to get your ass kicked by one man who still hasn’t been seen or heard.

     One thing I knew was their next push would be in some form of armored vehicle like they have been giving out to the police departments across the country. After another quiet night I woke up early and fixed a good breakfast or bacon and eggs and toast hoping the smells were drifting out to them.

    All the media folks were removed from the area around 0900 and I knew that meant the next push was coming. And I called it right, it was a black vehicle like we’ve all seen on TV, I don’t know what it was called but it’s supposed to be the cats ass for these jobs, I guess we will see.

    After about two hours of getting their shit together they loaded a bunch of shooters inside and headed for the gate, I will admit it was a scary thing to see it coming thru the gate, evil looking is the only term I can think of. But I had planned for this and it would work out or it wouldn’t, regardless we would all know in a few minutes.

    One fool was standing up in the cupola looking like an ad for the SS tank commander school. He even had a German submachine gun in his hands. Up the road they came full of spunk and filled with the confidence of their own superiority. And with a flip of a switch all that was gone! The 55 gallon barrel of gunk did what it was designed to do and hammered the hell out of the pretty toy, it went off right under the right front tire and while it didn’t flip the thing over it did a number on it, and it was dead in the water. The former SS type was out of sight and after the dust settled I saw him laying about 30 yards away in a heap, I couldn’t tell if he was alive or not.

    Smoke was pouring out of the ports and people were yelling, pretty soon another vehicle eased up the road and one of the troops hooked a big chain to the back of the ruptured duck and they dragged it backwards thru the gate, then they realized one of theirs was laying on the hill. After some discussion two of them with a white flag eased up the hill and dragged the man back to and thru the gate.

   On the cams I could see them unloading the first rig, people were being eased out, most were able to walk out very shaky, bloody noses and ears showed the force of the blast, frankly I was amazed, I thought it would do more but it is a low grade of explosive. But it did what I wanted, several more out of action. Soon they will have to bring in a new crop, IF they can get anybody to come.

    I figured their next action would be a chopper to hose thru the roof of the cabin and it would be soon because they were pissed now, much arm waving and even some pushing and shoving among themselves. I was happy! I guess I shouldn’t say happy, I’ve not been happy since these people murdered the woman I loved for so long and I won’t say that killing any of them made me feel good, but it sure made me happy to strike back in a way that would garner a great deal of attention and maybe would stop their shit in the future. The best way to spot cockroaches is to shine the light of day them.

    Even their media bed fellows will turn on them in a heart beat if it’s to their advantage. I dislike the media almost as much as F troop, almost.

    This day ended quietly and I spent the night getting some much-needed rest, the next few days were going to be very hard on a lot of people.

    Morning came and I put the phone together and made a call to Clark, he had cut a deal for a lot of money for his video and it would be showing non stop in the days to come, I had no intention of watching it. But the entire nation and most of the world would. I asked him to check out the airport for choppers that weren’t media types and I’d call back in a couple of hours. Phone put away and I started looking for anything I didn’t want to leave behind, I had never brought much here, just a very few weapons and supplies I could leave behind. I knew before this day or the next ended I’d be out thru the tunnel to the small hide out hole where I would fight from for a while before attempting my escape which didn’t matter much either way.

    I was glad I was past the point of no return, it wasn’t easy setting things up for this confrontation, oh the doing was simple it was the mental part that was hard, I knew I was going to make widows of a lot of women and take dads away from their kids, but war sucks and if you start one you best be ready to deal with the shit it brings.

    I called Clark back at the appointed time and got the news that there was several choppers parked in an out of the way part of the airport and the media dickheads were videoing them and talking out their asses but he said one was a for real Black hawk and he saw mounting stations for door guns, I guess I really had them pissed off. Oh well, dance with pigs and you get dirty.

    I had a plan for the choppers but only if they pulled a Waco, meaning just opening up and spraying thru the roof, they killed a lot of innocent people at Waco by doing that so if they pulled that shit here they were in for a rough ride.

    With a last look around in the cabin that had become home I headed into the bunker and pulled the door closed and locked every lock it had and then for the fun of it I hooked a heavy steel chain to a big floor bolt and to the door, they might blow the door out if they had enough stuff to work with but I wasn’t worried about that. I dropped into the tunnel and pulled the lid shut, it was just a concrete plug but would hide the tunnel for a good while.

    I will tell you for free that crawling 200 yards on ones knees thru a small hole in the ground ain’t fun and thank god for the light I had to guide me thru the dark. I have never been claustrophobic but I was getting there damn quick, did I mention I hadn’t tried using the tunnel before now? Because one trip was all I figured I could handle and it appeared I was right. Never again!

The tunnel rats of Nam fame all deserved the Medal of Honor!!

    After about ten thousand years I made it into the small hole that was my command bunker and while it was cramped it felt huge after the tunnel.

    I called Clark and asked for an update, he said the chopper was spinning up as he spoke and he could see door guns on the bird so it looked like the boys were ready to stop playing around and get serious. Well fine with me, I wanted out of here and out in the wind…if I made it that far.

    It wasn’t more then thirty minutes until I heard the chopper coming and it is a fearful thing to be on the ground knowing this loud big black bird of death was coming for you. But that was ok because I was coming for them too.

    I liked that it was getting late in the day and I believed they wanted poor light to hide their actions from sight but it was all being recorded from several different places and fed right into the hole with me onto my laptop so regardless of their press releases the truth was going to be out there for all to see.

    The Blackhawk arrived and stood off a ways just making noise then it slowly flew around the area. I assumed to locate all their people before opening fire.

   One of the interesting camera feeds showed their command post and there stood the FBI agent who had covered Dawn, he was obviously arguing with the ass wipe that was in charge and finally turned and walked away and flipped off the fool as he went, he got into his car and headed out of sight of the camera, I think he warned them they had kicked the sleeping dragon but was ignored. He also wasn’t going to be anywhere near the place, but my old buddy the worthless sheriff and his deputy who bugged my truck were there both in body armor and carrying rifles and looking like fools.

    I assumed the plan was to have the chopper hose the cabin while they did a frontal assault, which was fine with me.

    I could have written the script for this Chinese fire drill, well hell I did kind of. The chopper flew over and with no warning just opened up and they were tearing the shit out of the cabin and here came F troop charging to the sounds of the guns just like a B grade movie. They charged out of the trees and headed up hill at a run, somebody hit a tripwire because the blast of a shotgun sounded but it must not have registered on then since they too were firing as fast as they could including the Sheriff and his flunky.

    I will never know if F troop simply forgot the punji stakes or let the sheriff and num-nuts lead the way but both went down hard and started screaming, the rest slowed down a bit and picked their way thru under the covering fire of the chopper, they all made it to the outer wall where the flowers were planted and hunkered down while the chopper gunners hooked up new belts, then they all stood up and opened fire then the chopper came in again and flew right over the cabin and I flipped a switch and the earth belched upward and engulfed the bird, it was doomed in an instant, it simply dropped right down on the remains of the cabin and started burning.

    The ones behind the wall stood up and were in shock and never made one attempt to see if anybody in the chopper was alive they just took off down the hill leaving the Sheriff and the idiot laying there screaming.

    It was time for the Curtin dropper and I had one finger poised over a button and as the remains of F troop reached their appointed place I hit the button for the home made claymores and the entire area in front of them belched fire and death, all of them went down, some were moving, some were still.

    I believe on that lonely hill on the Little Big Horn there came a moment when a shocked silence filled the air, birds stopped in mid flight and hung there. The enormity of the moment froze time. Then after a moment the screams and cry’s sounded. War is hell and it’s worse when you start it and then have to pay the bill. These poor bastards had paid a fearful price.

    I sat watching the survivors hobbling out and the EMT types rushing into try and save some, they were safe, my war wasn’t with them.

    I pushed one more button which started a timer ticking and slowly eased into the short tunnel that led to the edge of the gully right in the middle of a brush choked area, I was camoed and moved real slow, crawling on my belly under the limbs of the brush, I don’t think I made a ripple in the grass.

    It took me thirty minutes to reach the hidden motorcycle where I changed into clean clothes, washed my face and arms and put on a greenish jacket that didn’t stand out. The bike fired up and ran quiet and smooth.

    I headed out the old logging road and soon came to the paved county road where I headed South and rode for three hours seeing very few cars. I rolled into a town over a hundred miles away from my starting point where I stopped at a storage place and in the back area I opened a door and rolled the bike inside.

    I changed again into black leathers and using a mirror I put on a black and gray wig of real hair that was down past my shoulders. It was held on by a bandana tied around the head, with fingerless gloves and used boots and leathers I looked like one of many thousand weekend middle aged bikers, my jacket had a big red, white and blue hand flipping off the world with the words

“ To Russia with love” above it.

    I was ready, I wiped down the other bike and rolled the clothes into a bundle and leaving nothing but the get away bike I locked the door and swung a leg over the big Harley I had stored there and fired it up and rolled away.

    I don’t know where I’m going but when I get there I’ll know, in the mean time I looked at my watch and saw it was a few hours yet on the countdown, when it hit zero I knew the entire hill, bunker and all the other unexploded stuff would go up in a roar, nothing would be left but gravel from the concrete, even the floor would be gone, the tunnel would have sealed up and unless they took the place apart bit by bit I doubt they would discover the hidden bunker but there was nothing there but some wires.

    I was in the wind, and I had miles to go and people to see, some wouldn’t want to meet me but there it is, life sucks if you’re an asshole who thinks you can fuck over innocent people.

    I never started out to survive all this but since the letter from the Doc saying I was healthy I planned to right the wrongs until the wrong doers within the Government and LEO communities stopped their killing of innocent people. Or they killed me.

    I know Dawn probably wouldn’t approve my doing this but in some ways I think she would, I wish she was here to help.

Back on the hill the Feds had had enough and mounted a full out attack, the front of the bunker was visible now amid the wreckage of their chopper, they removed the charred bodies from the dead bird, lifted the dead Sheriff and his wanna be Fed from their steel darts and then began the attack on the door, they were in a rage, they brought in more people, some heavy equipment and spent until the next day trying to open the door or cave in the walls. The steel posts prevent the heavy equipment from getting close to do the job so that were using sledge hammers and jack hammers to do the job.

    And then, with no warning the entire hill, bunker and all blew sky high, nobody survived the blast, and yet the faithful cameras still recorded the whole thing, all to a wire feed that ran from the hidden bunker and down the gully to the area where the bike had been hidden, to a buried computer that recorded it all, God bless Walt! And god bless Clark who after it all settled down went in and got that computer. Clark was about to become retired and very rich from selling the videos of the entire raid. All thru his Lawyer of course.

As for me, I was rolling down the highway as part of several hundred bikers doing a charity run; I knew it was going to be a good one because they were going to get a real nice donation. From an unknown party.

    By the following week I was up in the Mountains of Montana sitting on the porch of a rented cabin far from people and TV sets. I would stay a month, planning my next move before heading out for Payback. The news reports listed the dead on my land at twenty, an absolute disaster for the Men in Black, I will admit I hurt for their families, they too paid a price for their men’s sins, and I know some of the people weren't maybe involved in raids like the one that killed Dawn. But if you play with pigs, eat with pigs your a pig and I mean the four footed kind. Wrong don't make right but sometimes you gotta break eggs to make that omelet.

Where to next? I'm watching the news real close, waiting for the next unwarranted raid that kills the innocent. Then the Dragon will awaken again.

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    This may or may not continue, it depends on the reception it gets. I’m now starting on LLR 11 and hope to have it done soon.

As a point of information, I’m planning two more LLR and then I think I’ll retire John and the girls depending again on the response from my readers.

TJ