posted on Dec, 19 2007 @ 02:38 PM
Sorry for the bad format, read it like pages in a book and it will be easier on the eyes. This was not written for ATS or on ATS. This is first
draft form, so forgive.
A Note from the Author
It is my hope in bringing together these firsthand accounts of The War that the memory of this most important human event will not become a casualty
of time. It is possible, maybe likely, that the human race has gone through similar cycles of near-death and rebirth in our ancient past. If such an
ancient civilization did exist, they left nothing for us by way of history or science and little by way of evidence of their existence.
I am not qualified to cast in stone for future generations what we have learned to date of mathematics, science, or medicine; I was a writer and
reporter before The War. If I can use my talent to help secure our memories for future generations then it may be possible to salvage some of the
knowledge we have gained in the last few centuries. I pray that by reading this, future generations will be inspired to seek out the knowledge of
their fathers and grandfathers and keep that knowledge alive.
I pray also that the horrid descriptions of The War contained in the eyewitness accounts of this book will spur future generations to guard the
knowledge we have garnered of the workings of the physical world so that we never again use it to destroy ourselves or our world.
Finaly, I understand that my choice to publish this book in anonymity may seem a cowardly thing. This is not, however, my story alone. This book and
these accounts belong to the people who donated their pieces of the puzzle by sharing with me, and with you, their most guarded and painful memories.
As much as these memories belong to them, however, the stories they tell belong to us all.
- New Vegas, Nevada
November 11, 21 C.E.
Central Washington, North West Republic
[Ken Blanco sits down on a fresh-cut tree stump outside his home in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains. A strong but short man, the soles of
his steel-toed boots barely brush the grass below. He has just stepped from the forge attached to the side of his house and is sweating profusely. He
stares blankly at the distant mountain peak for several minutes before he hesitatingly begins to speak.]
“If it’s why the war started in the first place you want to know, I can tell you why my war started. You have to understand, there was a lot of
anti-government sentiment in the days before The War. Everyone had their own gripes, their own reasons to hate the government. I mean, everyone was
pissed about something. Taxes were sky high, people’s rights were being trampled, the Middle East war was dragging on and on.
“In those days I considered myself a patriot. I backed our government, no matter what it did, just so long as the phrase ‘homeland security’ was
thrown in. I didn’t realize that there is a difference between a patriot who supports his country to the end and a nationalist who supports his
government no matter what. I had my reasons. I was 10 when San Francisco happened. I lost both my parents. I fell in line with the new bandwagon
patriots who seemed to be everywhere back then.
“When I was 20, I joined the army to go fight in the Middle East. By then things were going very bad over there and most people just wanted us to
leave, but not me. I wanted to go over there; I wanted to bring the fight to them. I never made it. You know, sometimes I thank God that I didn’t
get my wish, that I didn’t have to go over there and kill those people. Other times, though, I feel like maybe it would have been better to go and
die over there then to do what we had to here at home.
“When I was 21, after  OCS, I came down on orders for Ft. Lewis. I never got out much; I was what they called a ‘barracks rat.’ I would sit
at home all night on my computer playing games and surfing the web. I spent a lot of time on the sites about San Francisco. I was drawn to them. The
more evidence I read that the government wasn’t telling the truth about what happened, the more it started to make sense, and the more I wanted to
find the truth. I never believed the theory that the government did it, not until the conspiracy web sites went down. You know how everyone was back
then; no one wanted to admit the truth that was right in front of us. I remember watching a movie about some news guy when I was a kid who goes crazy
and says  ‘Just let me keep my toaster and I won’t say anything.’ That’s how we all were back then. Just let us live in peace and be
comfortable and why should we say anything? Problem was, we let it go too far. We weren’t comfortable anymore.
“When they canceled my unit’s orders to deploy to the Middle East and we
 OCS: Officer Candidate School
 Howard Beale, a character in the 1976 movie Network played by actor Peter Finch, says the line “Let me have my toaster and my TV and my
steel-belted radials and I won't say anything.”
jumped right into advanced  MOUT training I knew something big was about to happen. Seattle was the site of daily protests against the M.E. war. It
was so bad up there we actually weren’t allowed to go there in uniform, you know, for our own safety. Well, at first anyways. After the first
Seattle riots my company was given orders to deploy to the city. When we arrived in the back of 5 ton trucks we pulled right into a camp just outside
the downtown area. It was a brick apartment building the Army had acquired to use as a barracks. Our engineers put up concrete barriers around the
perimeter and we actually fortified the barracks with sandbag machine gun nests. You gotta understand that they had it ready. The barracks I mean, the
apartment building, it was ready for us!
“It really sank in for everyone how bad things were when after being there a week we were given the ROE, the Rules of Engagement, and issued a
combat load of live rounds before a patrol. You know, everything that’s happened and I still remember that day like it was yesterday. You should
have seen the look on my guys’ faces when I briefed them. I was actually expecting some of the guys to be excited about the chance to stop the
protests. The looks that I got ranged from shock to fear. No ‘hoaahs,’ no ‘lets get em,’ just silence. I asked my Platoon Sergeant if the ROE
was clear to everyone and he freaked out. ‘Of course the rules are f****** clear, you don’t shoot anyone who doesn’t shoot at you!’ I pulled
him aside and asked him what his problem was. He apologized and told me that if I had gone to the Middle East I would understand that the ROE we were
given was the same one they had over there. He looked like he was going to cry. He told me that he would not shoot at innocent Americans, that he
couldn’t lead soldiers into a situation where they would have to make that choice.
“While we were talking outside, I heard gun shots from inside the building. We thought it was probably an accidental discharge and went inside the
building. There was commotion by the Commander's office. We walked over, told a group of enlisted guys to back off, and saw the commander lying on
the floor of his office. There was blood everywhere. One of the medics looked up from the CO’s body and said he couldn’t do anything. Another
medic was treating the XO who had been shot in the shoulder. With all the Platoon Leaders there, the First Sergeant told us what happened. He
showed us orders that had been received from Squadron saying that at 1500 The President would make a public declaration of martial law, that in the
interest of homeland security all personal firearms were to be turned in to local law enforcement agencies, and that our company was to proceed
immediately to Tacoma where we would man several roadblocks to perform vehicle searches for at least a 48 hour period. We were to detain any person
transporting firearms or anti-war/anti-government literature as well as any person who refused to comply with the search. He said that the XO had
argued with the Commander, saying it wasn’t right, that we had sworn to defend the constitution. The XO said he would refuse the orders. The
Commander pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at the XO. He ordered the First Sergeant to take the XO into custody. When the First
 MOUT – Military Operations on Urban Terrain
 XO – Executive Officer, second in command of a company
Sergeant said he couldn’t do that, that the Commander should listen to what the XO had to say, the Commander had yelled at the First Sergeant,
repeating his orders to lock up the XO. While yelling and looking at the First Sergeant, the Commander’s gun went off, shooting the XO in the
shoulder. First Sergeant said the Commander looked and him, said ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ and then shot himself in the head.
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