nowing the situation was dire at the border, General Randolph was wanting some more picts of the enemy buildup.

General Philbin would be flying out in the Cessna 220 at first light.  Amy was to drop him and his help off.  Upon his lift off with his Sabre, she would then return bringing the help needed to start the little jet back with her vacating the premises.  General Philbin would be landing the little jet on a grass strip a mile south of the Bunker, then the plane would be towed into the hangar.

Later on that same day he walked into the Ready Room with the new surveillance.  There had definitely been a buildup of arms and there were small envoys of two GAZ's each scouting the area over.  Somewhere out there were two detachments of the Sabres.  If the moslems caught them they would all die.

Major Baldwin reported in 1930 hrs; "still pinned down, under cover.  Moving out prior midnight.  He had a couple of men in bad condition and requested air lift at 0200 hrs.  Would give coordinates at 2400 hrs.  No knowledge of Major Thrasher."

Within minutes Major Thrasher reported in and stated "had glass on the Sabre.  I popped a Cigar (a smoke bomb) on starboard.  Moving out 2100hrs.  Patrols heavy daylight.  Largest part of pigs still no advance."

Beau summoned Ginger to the Ready Room and requested Sharon, General Cadarette and colonel Forestall there as well.  "Take the DeHaviland and these ladies along to witness and record the crime scene.  Major Elliot on foot patrol with six men engaged and destroyed contingent of three GAZ's and a dozen pigs.  They were too late in saving the small Mexican community of about sixty people.

Sharon had been on these 'deposition missions' before and knew what to expect.  After they'd donned desert camo jumpsuits they boarded the waiting plane.  Ginger had already completed her checklists and engine running.  She even had the meds for his group and two body bags, plus room for the returning wounded.  She would be delivering three men to replace his casualties.

In record time Ginger arrived at her destination skimming tree tops and hugging the terrain.  Much less chance of getting shot at.  Grant popped a cigar to show her the wind direction and she circled around to the south, still throttle to the dash.  When she turned final she pulled her throttle and set full flaps.  Fighting the crosswind she crabbed onto the little dirt road then used her vertical stabilizer to straighten the plane out on wheel contact.  All this and a short field landing as well.

Major Elliot and a couple of others ran up to set the chocks securing the plane snapping to attention at the sight of the officers. After they returned the salute Ginger said "Hey Grant, sounds like you've got a royal mess on your hands.  You OK?"

"Yeah, we're fine Ginger.  Hey Sharon.  Looks like you ladies brought some new help" he answered.

"Grant this is General Cadarette and colonel Forestall.  They'll be teaming up with us on the Dash."

"Glad to meet you ladies.  Ya'll been on one of these missions yet?"

General Cadarette responded with "yeah, one."  She pointed at the colonel and said "this is her first."

"Well, I sure hope you brought some barf bags.  He chuckled then turned back to Ginger.  "General Randolph gonna send out some diggers Ginger?"

"Hadn't heard Grant" as she headed for the direction of the lean leanto's.  She handed colonel Forestall the camera and said "take lots and lots of picts.  We record and report these scenes with every detail we can find."  You'll have to turn each corpse over to get a correct account of the wounds.

She laughed as the General and colonel jumped and ducked when the explosions rocked the place.  All small arms had been removed from the cadavers of the pigs as they were piled up.  All the fuel had been drained out of the GAZ's and poured on the pigs.  The funeral pyre was lit as the explosives set in the GAZ's went off.

As colonel Forestall began snapping pictures, she started turning green.  Sharon said "suck it up sister.  This is typical of what the pigs do to a little community like this.  Doesn't matter if it's ten or a hundred and ten.  The men are all killed directly by beheading, the women have their throats slashed after being sexually abused by each and every pig in the group."

"If you'll notice, these men have been dead for a couple of days longer than the women.  The women were forced to cook for them and killed after they were through with them.  Take a close look at these little three or four year old girls."

colonel Forestall was in shock.  She stumbled through the remainder of the day like a zombie never eating a bite.  This would be an experience she would never forget.  "The words of Winston Churchill came to her and played through her mind a hundred times that day."

Quote:
"How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries!  Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy.  The effects are apparent in many countries.  Improvident habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live.  A degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the next of its dignity and sanctity."

colonel Forestall remembered the words of the speaker that day as he spoke in direct quote of Winston Churchill.  "How can anyone speak of Muslims like that?" she had thought to herself.

Quote:
"The fact that in Mohammedan law every woman must belong to some man as his absolute property - either as a child, a wife, or a concubine - must delay the final extinction of slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a great power among men.  Individual Moslems may show splendid qualities.  Thousands become the brave and loyal soldiers of the Queen: all know how to die.  But the influence of the religion paralyzes the social development of those who follow it.  No stronger retrograde force exists in the world.  Far from being moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith.  It has already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the strong arms of science - the science against which it had vainly struggled - the civilization of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilization of ancient Rome."

From this day forward she too would would refer to them as pigs . . .  There's nothing like firsthand experience of something like this; the sights, the death, the smell, the deliberate and senseless slaughter.

She helped Sharon to load the body bag of one of their own, then helped the wounded into the plane and strapped them in.  She had it made up in her mind that she would make amends to Major Seines for her heroic actions in saving her whole group.

She heard the story of Amy and the Sea Train container on the way back in to the Bunker, then later on she heard the story of the Hanoi Hilton.  "How can anyone brave these situations and keep on going?" she thought to herself.  She would soon learn these kinds of hardships will break you or make you.  After seeing the metal from which the likes of Sharon, Ginger, Amy, Andrea and Reina just to name a few were made, she would be just as steely and tough as them.

Another recon flyover of General Philbin and his Sabre and it was plain to see.  They were invading the US.  Both patrols of the Sabres had been retrieved and resting up.  Plans were being made to destroy the entire army that was crossing the Rio Grande as they spoke.  The strike would be immediate, fast and furious.

With the largest part of the groups being housed within the Bunker in Texas, almost a third of them had been transferred to the Virginia Bunker.  Sure, it was quite a ways out, but with proper planning they could be dropped at the same time the surface group was mustered.

It would take two drops and the second would be to bring in extra supplies and ordinance as needed.  They would only have about six hundred men, less than half of the invading force.  The difference was the Americans were fighting from their patriotic love for their country.  The moslems were merely fighting for recogntion of an elder or another woman.  If they died, they'd would go to heaven to unite with their 72 virgins.

And it was now confirmed: The Dash had been shelved yet again.

Just before the decision to attack was made, Amy was to fly over in the DeHaviland and drop hundreds of leaflets letting the pigs know that all weapons used in this battle were tainted by the blood of swine.  Along with those blood smears notes were boxes of pigs ears, skin, tails, hocks, tongues and various other parts of a pig which were to be thrown out.

It was an extremely dangerous mission even though flown in the wee hours of the morning.  Hopefully she could get back and be on standby for other needs like transportation of wounded.  There was no doubt, it was going to be one bloody battle.

The intel coming in via the picts from General Philbin and his Sabre showed the group had split up into two huge sections.  William didn't like the situation at all.  General Bradsher opined it was the perfect setup as they could go right up the middle and on the outsides as well.

"Bradsher, what are your plans if they surround us" William asked.

"They don't have the brains for that" he answered.

General Turschak spoke up.  "I agree with you about their lack of brains and organizational skills.  But what if they have some turncoat guiding them?  They were all in uniform and under desert camo.  That's more brains than I've ever seen em use."

"Well, gentlemen" drawled General Randolph.  'My idea is to face them head on in a semi circle crowding them back toward Mexico.  That way we're not shooting ourselves in crossfire.  But one thing for certain: we absolutely must destroy every stinkin' one of em.

Another hour on and they had the general plan of attack worked out.  They would travel in convoys according to their contingents.  Each General had their orders and would command from those places.  Doc. Wilson had made sure all the medics were amply supplied, and radio codes to be used for that avenue only.  His MASH unit would be close to the front lines.

General Philbin was aghast they had no choppers.  Lt. Andrew Hall was a chopper pilot in the Army.  He flew Hueys in emergency evacs.  I know of a group that has a chopper.  Let me check into it."

"Expedite Robert.  D-Day is upon us!" William said.

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