Patriots Awakening by R. M. Strauhs

Author:R. M. Strauhs
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-04-15T06:00:00+00:00

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Day six dawned with high humidity, making it hard to breathe. The news still covered demonstrations of unruly crowds, and the killing seemed to intensify each day.

Now, soldiers began deserting their posts to go home. They were sick of firing on their own people.

Private Allen Deeds was one such soldier. “Tony, I can’t do this shit anymore! I don’t give a rat’s ass if they call it desertion. I’m leaving here and heading home. Shit man, I keep picturing my brother or sister getting shot. This just ain’t fuckin’ right, man! Ain’t right at all! I’m busting out soon as I can.”

“I’m with you, Al, but how the hell we gonna pull it off without getting our ass shot? Here we sit in Oklahoma City, and your family is in Kansas City and mine’s in Omaha. I’ve wanted to go home for quite some time. My family has no way of protecting themselves and I need to be with them.”

“I’ve got it figured out . . . I think. We’re going to volunteer for the pick up squad.”

“Whoa! Bullshit, man. I’m not gonna go pick up no stinkin’ bodies. No way.”

“Shit, Tony, did I say anything about picking up corpses? Hell no! We’re gonna volunteer, but when we get a truck to scout the area, we simply keep driving ‘til we run out of gas. Guess we’ll have to walk a ways, but we’ll sure as hell be away from this place. Or, we might be able to steal some gas.”

Without many volunteers for the pickup detail the next day, Al and Tony were selected to drive an old Ford flat bed truck. Some farmer must have used it for hauling hay, as straws were stuck on the bed. The gas tank was full. Holding his breath, Tony started the engine. Scared shitless wasn’t the word for how Allen felt. His hands shook and he was almost paralyzed with fear that someone would catch on before they made their get-a-way. The old truck lurched into gear, and Al drove from the compound onto the street.

“Whew, that part is over.” Al sighed with relief. “Now, we just have to get through the check points.”

The checkpoints were easy and they were waved on through. The BODY PICKUP DETAIL sign on top of the cab did wonders.

Within an hour, they cleared the city, and were bouncing along on the rough back roads. They headed north, figuring taking I35 would be pretty stupid for a couple of deserters. That’d be asking for trouble.

Somewhere near the Kansas border, a sharp rock on the gravel road cut into a tire, and it exploded like a blast from a shotgun. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Tony screamed. As he stopped in the middle of the deserted country lane, Tony said, “Ain’t this a bitch? Now, what the hell we gonna do? I don’t think I saw a spare tire or jack. Did you?”

Al climbed up on the flat bed, stood with his hand shielding his eyes, and turned slowly around. “Hey, man, there’s a farm house ‘bout half a mile up the road, past that row of trees.

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