TTIP: 3.12

Where ever do we find ourselves while this winter is cold and bloody? Now, I find myself here inside my hole: one not yet shelled, under cover of two roofs and a window facing away from the enemy’s position. Chris has gone on a journey to the north, while Derek and Scott have gone on recon to the Ohio basin and for now, most of the other Terrans are in the wild. Hiding out in 57 degrees. I am out and here cause I need be. Still…I try to write something down to help figure it out. Figure what is my question though. Figure why one day is just like any other then the next thing “BOOM”, we wake up to a day full of nuclear explosions. Figure out why all the sudden these Aryans started shooting at the Africans: then the Africans started burning down all the Aryans stuff, or do I just figure that America had it coming. That’s the simplest solution I find. America just had it coming.

Christian patiently laid down the pen and reached for the cellophane baggy inside the lower left side pocket of his subdued urban camouflage pants. After unraveling it, he pulled out a very scanty smelling thumb sized bud of what his people called Zeus Baung and pinched a small portion from it and placed that into a silver single bong hit bowl, which was connected to a graffix. Holding the graffix with his left hand and striking forth flame from a match with his right, he inhaled slowly but completely, and leaned back in his chair: relapsing, synapsing, holding in tight till he let out to breath. Then inhaled again: and he remembered thinking- - this is what it’s all about.

Six hours earlier, Christian had the head of an Aryan troop in the scope of his M-16 and was kneeling steadily for accuracy and balance. The distance plus the debris kept him hidden but he just couldn’t believe they were there, like that, all eating bread in the same room of some burned out house. It could be a trap, he thought, and that’s why he would stay back and deliver their ticket from here. He breathed in, then fired. The first man was taken dead on the nose and therefore, his brain left in many directions from the back. The second, who was seated left to the first, was struck not even a second after with two smacks above his right ear, while the third, being the biggest and languid, was shot three times: twice in the face and once in the neck. Blood squirted with enthusiasm from this one. And Christian exhaled.

CCR

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