The New American Order: 1977-1981 by William Stroock & alternate history

The New American Order: 1977-1981 by William Stroock & alternate history

Author:William Stroock & alternate history [Stroock, William & history, alternate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-17T00:00:00+00:00


Panther People’s Republic

Tony looked over at the two young Panthers lying prone in the dirt off Alhambra Road. Tony didn’t even remember what the committee admonished him to call the road. Or care. Morons, he thought. It was easier working with ARVNs. Their Garand rifles may have been as big as they were, but at least those South Vietnamese boys knew how to fire them. Not these morons, Tony thought. Then, What the fuck happened to that Peter kid?

Tony took out his binoculars and scanned the field ahead once again. He put the binoculars back down and pondered the meaning of what he’d seen and heard.

‘I thought they might try something like this.’

Sometime during the last few days, the California National Guard had cleared the burned-out army truck and police cars off the road. In the field below, the National Guard had erected a large tent. They didn’t bother to conceal it at all. Atop the tent was a large red cross. Within were scores of cots. Medical personnel walked in and out of the tent. By the left side were several crates, each marked with red crosses. Next to the medical tent was a smaller tent, also with a large red cross. Atop the tent, written in large letters, was the word ‘Pediatrics.’

Behind the medical tent was another tent. It was long and had row after row of tables and chairs within. Without the binoculars, Tony saw a field kitchen complete with a stove and a large cauldron for boiling.

The mess, he thought.

Behind the mess tent was a pile of crates conspicuously marked ‘Beef.’

‘I know what they’re doing,’ Tony said. ‘We did this same shit in Vietnam.’

‘What was that, Sub-Comandante?’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Tony said.

This shit worked, too, Tony thought. I was in the hamlets. I saw it.

He looked over at the two young men in the brush. They were gawking at the mess tent like a couple of young GIs in a Saigon strip club for the first time.

Hearts and minds… we’re fucked.



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