posted on May, 10 2009 @ 10:11 PM
Not long ago I visited the home of a friend of mine on a whim and found his grandfather sitting on the front porch with his Garand. Now in the South
this is not too unusual in the country as many a farmer has his shooting iron with him, but I had never seen this old soldier take his prize military
rifle out of the Gun Cabinet except to lovingly clean it. To him, it had almost a life of its own, as he had carried it across France and Germany with
it never leaving his side; now it was out, loaded with the 8 round clip belt and bayonet next to it across his knee.
As I approached, I noticed that level expressionless gaze of a combat veteran coolly evaluating the level and the potential of a possible threat
represented by my arrival. I had had that tingling of my hackles, as I had pulled down his drive, as if I was being watched; I had been observed from
the moment my SUV had left the main road and his grip on the Garand relaxed only when he had not only recognized me, but visually cleared my 4x4 for
not having anyone else in it. At that moment, his huge black German Sheppard walked out from behind the house and sat beside him (the side closest to
me). I knew for certain that I had gone through a friend/foe challenge as thorough as might be given a returning patrol to a base camp.
After some small talk and my having found out that Tim was back in Iraq for the third time, Grandpa James pulled out the mason pint of corn droppings
and chaw (you can’t talk no b’saness without’n such these parts) and we got to it. As I raised the jar and sipped liquid fire, I almost choked
as I saw the circled thirteen stars on the Revolutionary Flag and the Gadsden flag flying on the newly painted flag pole across the front fifty; the
usual American Flag with the Stars and Bars below it were gone. He snorted as he noticed me startle, but said nothing, and I knew better than to ask
until he was ready to talk.
By and by he said “Son, I’ve been know’n for some time what you’ve been up to; word travels fast here abouts and all respect those scars you
carry. You did right by Tim and he loves you as a brother, but now all that talk’n and teach’n needs to stop, time for talk’n is a mite over as
them federals are itching for a fight. Time for you and yours to head to your cabin as I expect they’ll be looking for you directly." With a
shocked expression I looked up at the flag pole and following my gaze he said, “This is not a north/south fight, not this time; this is about every
American fighting to stay free and this’uns been coming some time.”
I stayed in the Blue Ridge long enough to find out that men of all ages and colors were stock piling food and ammunition even as the results of the
first Tea Parties were announced. Preachers were preaching of coming hard times and to be ready, from pulpits in churches that were usually talking
about ‘flying away’. There was a hardness and steady gaze to the men at the VFW as if they knew what was coming from passed down stories heard
around camp fires; like that resolute expectation of country men awaiting a hard winter, an expectance with no fear of outcome.
News of our new President’s plans was being reported at VFW lodges, community groups and by word of mouth across the mountains. Farmers were ready
to lock and load the minute the new proposed farm regulations were announced by the Farm Bureaus; gun stores posted the plans to circumvent the
Constitution by United Nations Treaty to take our Second Amendment rights (along with other gun grab plans), anger over the Presidential World Apology
for America Tour was palpable and the certain knowledge that our President was about to tax everything, including air, was spreading like wildfire.
What was amazing is that this is certainly the Democratic South, but everyone was shelving old party loyalties to remember that they were first
Americans. They talked as if they were being pushed, and if you push these good old boys, they’ll push back sooner or later.
Yes, the winds of Revolution are blowing in those mountains, the question is ‘how will it start’? As many have known, once the power grab started
by the Progressives, they would over reach. It will start by one too many of these power grabs when either a state or group is faced with either
knelling or refusing to submit. It is widely understood now that the progressives will loose power in the next election, so they will do everything
they can to remake this nation; they will light the fuse with their blind overconfidence. Let us pray that cool heads will guide this confrontation to
one of self-defense.
This Republic Shall Stand!
[edit on 5/10/2009 by SGTChas]