Emerald-Hammer

http://www.military.com/news/article/army-news/obama-may-deploy-guard-to-mexico-border.html?ESRC=reservists.nl

well, I say “art”, what I mean is “things that I really do need to get on with shortly”.

The ambush site was once a small gas stop and maybe somebody’s home out in the middle of nowhere. The underground tanks were long since dry, abandoned as the gas shortages force the owner out of business. It was just a little spot where useful idiots would leave a little food and water, maybe some sunblock. The immi’s coming over the wall followed maps or signs left in the desert, found the cache and maybe they lived to walk through the desert another day.

Of course after the Wall Act, It’d be a year of community labour for anyone caught supplying the immi’s, but it didn’t stop the bleeding hearts of California.

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“An unarmed man can only flee from evil, and evil is not overcome by fleeing from it.”
- Jeff Cooper, Late 20th century philosopher

“Of course, evil is best overcome from a safe distance using the heaviest weapons available.”
- Zena Marley, 21st Century Philosopher

I’ve learnt a lot of history in my time since the guard, about the first great depression when the Stock Market Crashed, and the second, when the Banks crashed, of course we’re still living through the aftermath of that one. Even the lean green fightin’ machine got leaner in those days. After the government debated bailing out the financial system while all around them the banks sank and people’s savings disappeared into the deep blue. By the time they finished, there wasn’t a snowballs chance of making that ship sea-worthy again, and even the Air Force had to stop buying $150 hammers. The days of trillion dollar defence budgets were long gone.

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“Certified to NIJ level IV” it says on the inside of the slice-of-bread sized plate that’s supposed to prevent my inner organs from being splashed across our designated patrol route. Not that I can actually read it, I’m icon-literate like the rest of the home-schoolers in my fire-team, but I can’t read. No point wasting an education on a no-mark Gnome when you can can teach them just enough to function at their jobs. The picture of a heart one side of the plate, and a bullet on the other makes it fairly obvious which way round it goes.

I’m no flag-waving Nazi - like the IndyMedia calls me;  I’m just a guy who wanted something a little better, somebody who tried to dream a little. I dreamt of freedom of choice, funny how dreams can so easily turn into nightmares.

My issue gear awaits me as a climb out of the base showers, threadbare BDU’s from the last century, worn and washed dozens of times, their camouflage patterns faded now, all the better to fade into the dusty dawn outside. I’m a National Guardsman, about to patrol the border of the greatest and most bankrupt democracy on the face of the planet. Not that I know what democracy means, my parent’s signed away my proxy vote when I was sixteen, I think they got twenty extra channels of daytime “stories” for it.

We’re patrolling the great divide today, between the second world country that America has become and the third world shanty towns just over the border. Truth be told, there isn’t much difference really, but the ruling white elite don’t like the gomers coming over the Rio Grande all by themselves, they’d rather have them shipped into to the prestigious gardener academies or educated at private maid schools. Rio Grande is something of a misnomer too, since we cut off the flow of it and the Colorado to ensure water security for the nation.

The rest of the squad are from similar backgrounds to me, poor uneducated, some of them are serving out sentences for disorder misdemeanours, others are here looking to be sponsored for their high school equivalency courses. We’re the lowest of the low.

Except of course for the people we’re out patrolling for, illegal immigrants, terrorists, child kidnappers, satanists, drug mules, liberals. Whatever TNN’s bogeyman of the day is. We’re here to stop them getting over the line in the sand drawn by President Bush II’s “Great Wall of Texas”, when our father’s voluntarily deployed here as part of the original volunteer National Guard I bet they didn’t think there’d still be a guard presence here thirty years later.

But then I don’t supposed they’d have predicted the selling of voting rights, the Corporate Security Force Bill, the suspension of Habeus Corpus, or any of the other changes that have left us where we are now.

When we were all assembled, the LT led is in mandatory prayer, and we left the barracks.