The War of 2012

The War of 2012
By- Cpt. Caveman

As I slowly walked down the star lit path, making my way towards an inviting distant voice that called to me, from the darkness, it occurred to me that I didn't know what I was walking towards. The slowly creeping light, disappearing into the distance behind me, as I continued unaware of the dangers all around me. The sudden whistle and shaking of earth made me question my own sanity, as soon as it occurred and then a voice beckoned me back to reality. Laying on my back in my uniform, I looked up at the beautiful red haired woman who for a moment I must admit I forgot who it was. "John, john are you with me buddy." Erica asked in a worried tone. We were friends ages before the rebellion started. Every one said if another civil war broke out, the only battlefields it would ever see was in the courts. This one was not so clear cut as the last. North and South all had people on both sides.

It is only now that I realize that I have committed a grievous error. I have started the story near the middle, but that is not where any story should start. The year was 2012, and the continually downward spiral of the governments obedience towards the demands of the constitution, had weighed heavy on the hearts of those who believed in it. The government would make a religiously based law, and we would cry foul, and our views would be dismissed as simply the whining of a very few 'liberal' voices. Finally the pot boiled over, the second American civil war had begun. In truth it did start where it was suspected it would have. It was formed in the courts, as an attempt to force the hands of the government to discontinue the writing of religiously based laws.

The courts came back with a judgment that was detrimental to the matter, stating that it was the duty of the public to be informed about those they elect into the government , and that they should also be forced to study the things their government votes on, how ever the government should not be forced to inform the general public about the means to research the votes that they hold to pass new bills, laws, and so on. It didn't take long at all for the first regiments; formed of every thing of those who wished to have freedoms of marriage, regardless of their sexual orientation, to pagans who were afraid that their religious freedom's maybe the next to become under fire. There were even quite a few hard core Christians who were also extremely loyal to the Constitution, and felt that IT was under fire.

The resistance developed in cells. There was no borders to define the location of any given unit. Erica and I wound up by chance in the resistance when the government placed our town under martial law. I was visiting her at the time, and because we were two people of a particular sect meeting, at length, we were accused of conspiracy of governmental insubordination. They were ready to shoot us right then and there, Lucky for us the Rebellion forces were near by and rescued us. From then on we were on the move.
We stopped long enough at my home in Northern Michigan to gather my two weapons of the same caliber. It was conveniently 30.06, the same ammo type our particular unit was using for the most part.

I also provided the resistance unit with my "holocaust survival vehicle." I had designed it for the events I was certain would follow. It was designed with an angled bullet resistant hull, semi floatation capacity, semi pneumatic tires, the ability to be out fitted with treads, two tons of towing capacity; which was all ready loaded into its custom trailer; and two tons carry on capacity. It had room for 10 people, it was heated with a wood burning stove, the back had two bunk beds on both sides and one bed on the back. This way the occupants were 'hot bunking' five sleeping while five were on shift driving and navigating.
My design was liked so much for its practicality, and easy operation that 9 more were created. This mechanized the unit. It didn't take long before we had set up a base camp, five from each vehicle bunking down, while the other five either stood guard duty, gathered supplies, did recon, or strategies. What we thought would be a short stop with some friends who saved us has turned into a five year odyssey More of the story will be in store, in days to come, but for now you understand its origins.