[Read Chapter 1: The Enemy Rears Their Ugly Heads]
The initial stages of the operation had begun. The probing fire had confirmed the expected outcome. The aging hippies were agitated, and it was time to test my tactic on another front. A quick internet check was all it took to find another cell of peace creeps in the area. This group was a younger crowd and, according to intel, more aggressive than the hippies.
Their cell was formed from members of St Pete for peace, an organization that recruits from the anti-American dregs of society. They are closely involved with "Code Pink", various pro Palestinian groups, assorted socialist promoters, "9/11 truthers", and your run of the mill anarchist wannabes. A rag tag outfit, but one that had a stronghold at a local outdoor shopping center... Bay Walk.
Baywalk is a nice area. Outdoor shopping and dining, a movie theater, and a manicured atrium feel to it. But the peace creeps were regularly offending people and harassing anyone who "dared" to voice an opposing viewpoint, especially military veterans (boy, these guys love to shout "baby killer"). The local police regularly stood by on Saturday nights to quell any violence, but that was their only mission.
I deployed with my signs. Uniform of the day:"chocolate chips". I stood about 10 meters from the peace creeps and just smiled. People dining on the balcony above began to applaud, I was happy to be greeted as a liberator!
Suddenly... sniper fire... a peace creep approached rapidly. His eyes showed aggression and ignorance. I was ready for a fire fight. The peace creep opened fire with the standard ammo... "if you believe in the war so much, why don't you join?". Return fire... "if you want to end the war, why don't you run for office, or do you think that you can change the world by yelling at pedestrians? By the way, I'm a Desert storm vet, USMC". More "baby killer" tripe from the peace creep. By now, I was surrounded. Good, that simplifies the problem. I was again told that I was outnumbered. I replied "20 hippies against one Marine? That's not fair... you need more hippies."
The enemy went for their big guns. I was informed that one of the peace creeps was a former Marine who had been ordered to kill women and children. I asked to meet him, but he would not join the fire fight. I shifted battlefield position to query the "Marine" in their horde. He could not give me the name of his unit, what platoon he graduated from bootcamp with, or even an MOS (military occupational specialty... I was an 0351, anti-tank assault). This is a standard ploy of the peace creeps, lie about being a veteran, lie about being a disgruntled republican, lie lie lie.
As the fire fight waned, I redeployed. The Police officer assigned to "hippie duty" gave me a great big smile and a thumbs up, another successful mission.
[Read Chapter 3: The Unit Forms]
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