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Colton Thompson National
Waco (763 words) The year is 2032.
All social media platforms, news, and podcasts are owned by international elites,
hindering freedom of speech. The education system is centralized, corrupt, and full
of modern communists. People are taught radical left-wing ideologies as facts in
all levels of school. The United States is essentially a surveillance state above
the level of modern-day China and has limited the second amendment to bolt-action
rifles and revolvers. Gass vehicles, stoves, and power generators are banned.
Thus, causing widespread famine especially when paired with the too quickly converted
green electrical grid which fails regularly for extended periods of time. The United
States has drifted so far from its founding that it has become what it fought against
and has lost what made it great and unique. Only a few patriots still hold out.
I am
sitting in my apartment in Dallas, ruminating about how to garner more support
for the freedom fighters when I look down at my phone. A message from a close,
trusted friend says, “Foxtrot Eco Delta; Oscar Mike; Your; Alfa Oscar; 2 Mikes”
A simple code, but one that the average person accidentally stumbling across my
phone shouldn't think twice about. I quickly go to the other room and grab my bug
out bag, plate carrier, and AR-15. Before I head out, I look out the window. I saw
four vans speeding towards the apartment complex. It was too late to run. I activated
an app on my phone that sends an emergency message to my squad, within two minutes
me and six other guys in full kit rallied and initiated our plan to quickly fortify
our floor. Just as we moved and flipped the first table into place, we suddenly
heard footsteps. I post up on a door frame and aim my rifle directly at the
entrance to the staircase. After a moment, I see a man in a navy-blue swat
uniform come onto our floor. The only thing is, he's not from the Dallas Police
Department, his plate carrier says A.T.F. in big yellow letters. PAHCK! PAHCK! He
goes down. Then the second, and the third. By this time others in my squad had taken
note and begun to cover the doorway in an eruption of gunfire. I then ducked behind the
wall and moved to a new vantage point. Just then, they threw a nine-bang flashbang
ito the hallway, and briefly stunned a couple of my guys, but we were able to keep
the feds from entering our area for a little longer. It was evident that we were
running out of time. After firing a few more shots I peeked out the window in the
room I had re-positioned to. One of the ends of the alley appeared to be clear. I
communicated this to my team, and we were able to bail out the window, down the fire
escape, and down the alley. At one end the front of one of the vans the feds had arrived
in was visible, and the driver noticed us going in the other direction. One of my buddies
let off a few shots to get his head down as we moved out of the alley. We immediately
ducked into a store on the other side and slipped on hoodies to cover our plate carriers
and make it harder for the agents that saw us to recognize us. I took the upper receiver
off the lower of my rifle and stuck the two into my backpack. We then went our separate
ways to eventually meet up at a ranch just outside of the city. We had to slip past
several checkpoints on the way, sometimes almost getting caught, but whether it was
luck, or divine intervention, we all made it to begin planning coordinating for
another operation. This
kind of excerpt from my imagination has been in line with the general theme of
my imagination for several years now. It has evolved from fighting against prison
breakers in space in first grade, to fighting off a Red Dawn style Soviet invasion
in fourth grade to most recently a corrupt government that has completely disregarded
not only the founders' intents, but also the constitution. The above transcribed
thought ramble shows a few things about me. The first being I Do not trust the
government. Another being I have a verry bleak outlook for the United States if
we continue down the route we are currently on. And the final is I likely play a
little too much Call of Duty and watch a few too many 80's action movies. *Insert
Die Hard quote here* |