The War Cry of Uncle Sam IC

[Hillary Clinton 2016-2024]

Hillsboro,North Dakota,Commie Empire[and OOC,they are moling naked so they don't overheat,I'm not trolling,this is what was done in 'moling']
The Dodger,Joseph,and Wilhelmina whipped off their clothes as they were preparing for the brake,John and Joyce would come out two minutes after them.Wilhelmina was badly burned after the fight,and couldn't walk,The Dodger would carry her,Joseph would get in the 'mole hole' first.The diversion started,men screamed and banged on the wall ,some even shattered nearby objects.The noise hid the noise of a window smashing as Joseph ran out,followed by The Dodger carrying Wilhelmina.They ran like the wind until they say a fence topped with barbed wire.Joseph threw himself to the ground and started digging the mole hole.The Dodger put down Wilhelmina and helped Jospeh dig the hole.John and Joyce then jumped out and ran for the faint outline of Joseph.After twenty minutes the hole was three feet deep 12" wide when A thin Joseph and Wilhelmina crawled in,digging like moles for the next hour.Several times John,Joyce and The Dodger had to disperse to avoid searchlights.Finaly the three remaining climbed in,pushing the dirt from the face to the back,by now covering the hole they had made earlier.John had all their clothes and shoved a metal rod he stole up to make air holes.It was 9:00 PM now.The five continued digging,stark naked,John holding all their clothes,to keep them from becoming far too dirty and to minimize heat,it was surprisingly warm down there.6 hours later They made it past the fences.Joseph emerged and pulled Wilhelmina out,The Dodger coming out,grabbing Wilhelmina and making a beeline for a few bushes,having got Wilhelmina's and her clothes from a stoic John.The five ran for the bushes as the stars glimmered in the night sky.Like angels watching over them.The Dodger pulled ov her clothes and put Wilhelmina's on Wilhelmina,Wilhelmina was far too weak,She only weighed 80 pounds.They split up after that.John and Joyce went together,Joseph went by himself,The Dodger stayed with a frail Wilhelmina.The Dodger threw her arm around Wilhelmina and limped her along the way,having to steady her with her arm.Wilhelmina only escaped because of the inevitable fact they would be executed with flawed trial at best.Nevertheless The groups made it away from the prison.

[Prolieum]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

After several hours of driving, Kiser and Garestaer arrive once again at the Black Hills area of South Dakota.

Rapid City, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

Pouring over the book, DeWitt finds that it is a journal-apparently Eberhardt's from a very young age. The letters are oddly scrawled, obviously those of a child, but there are two distinct scripts-one much tighter, smaller than the other, the other with broader, somewhat sloppier, loopier strokes. As the pages continue on, the two seem to merge together, tending towards the first, tighter letters, until they are essentially indistinguishable.

[Krugeristan]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

After several hours of driving, Kiser and Garestaer arrive once again at the Black Hills area of South Dakota.

Rapid City, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

Pouring over the book, DeWitt finds that it is a journal-apparently Eberhardt's from a very young age. The letters are oddly scrawled, obviously those of a child, but there are two distinct scripts-one much tighter, smaller than the other, the other with broader, somewhat sloppier, loopier strokes. As the pages continue on, the two seem to merge together, tending towards the first, tighter letters, until they are essentially indistinguishable.

"OK. We're going to search every building until we find Eberhardt. I'm trusting you, Kiser," Garestaer says as he leaves the limo, looking around the area for any signs of life.

[Prolieum]

Eberhardt's Journal

The first page is completely blank, both sides, and the writing starts on the second. The first words "This is my writing." The blunt obviousness of a child. Through the first few pages the excitement basically pulses through the pages. Eberhardt recalls preschool, his first day, and the incredulity at the concept of reading. He would stay behind once the day is up, just long enough for no one to notice, and be tutored-finding in this a love. Today, he writes, he first was taught the use of the pen, and he marvels at the eternality of the words he inscribes.

The writings continue, and are much as expected, a pattern begins to emerge. Eberhardt's writing is focused highly inward. He speaks nothing of his parents, and little of other persons. It is a journal of his discovery, but a journal of his discovery on his own. Persons show up from time to time, of course, but there is little focus, nor often, even, names given.

Some twenty pages in, a twist. Several pages are missing, torn, and some scorched. Apparently it had met someone it did not like.

A year passes, then two. Eberhardt is going into first grade, now, beginning to put himself into the realm of reason. He marvels at the assortment of items in the lunchroom, and bitterly mourns that he cannot have it. The form is not filled out. Pride is the culprit.

The writing begins to move in cycles. Long essays, detailing the most random of details, full experiences, pages for a day-then scrawls, a few words, here and there, hastily scrabbled, slowly, but surely, lengthening again. It soon becomes clear that this item is something that Eberhardt hides.

More years pass. He begins to age, and a spot of some joy appears-a sister. Descriptions of his tiny home begin to show up where none had been before, and slowly, the focus shifts from his purely academic focus, to an interpersonal one. He describes lovingly caring for her, until it becomes clear that such is not an action he takes, but a responsibility put on him-yet one he bears gladly.

Eleven years old now, his sister a toddler. Middle school, he begins to grow, fill out, and he begins to come more into confidence. Here the descriptions of his father pop up, now and then. He has gained some kind of courage, it seems, and he relays what he can. An undercurrent, not of love, but of commitment. Young Robert feels a need to connect, a duty, almost, but in the vaguest of terms, the lack of connection always comes about.

Eleven years old. The stocks fall, and his writings become sporadic again. Something has changed. When written, the letters themselves shake, as if with great difficulty. The pages miss. He speaks little of school now, though still much of his sister.

A resolution. November 2, 2001. His birthday, and a foul one. The first hints of what happens, a glass bottle, stolen, kept. An icon of power, almost, a feeling that he now possesses something of worth.

It is soon lost. The item taken, destroyed-and his fears begin to mount. He talks now of preparation. He worries for himself, finds a shard, holds it tight.

The climax. The last few pages. Robert Eberhardt is twelve years old, and he has ceased his obscure style in favor of a cold bluntness chilling for such an age.

He describes, for once, a day, a full one. March 15, 2002. He describes his rising, dressing his sister, leading her off to daycare, before dashing for his school. He describes how he moves through the day, flits between classes, how others seek to engage, but he denies them. Always focused on the self, fingers fumbling about. He goes on for pages as to feelings at a single moment.

Then, he returns home, and the prose turns to action. His father returns, enraged. The process is formulaic. Eberhardt attempts to placate, being struck aside. Such is normal, but this time, it does not end there. He seeks a new target, and his mother puts forward the daughter as sacrifice.

A haze, a flurry of fists, and he describes the feeling of her blood on his hands.

There is almost a palpable pause after that.

One final action of the day. The patriarch, vomiting into the alley, perhaps unaware, at all, of what happened. Young Eberhardt, coming to him-Young Eberhardt, wedging that precious sharp of bottle down his throat.

The entries are not regular after that. Katerina had been hidden. Almost a ghost already, nowhere known, nowhere came, she became one. His mother, disappearing, dying, it seemed. Forms came by, sometimes. The boy kept up the illusion. No one would check home. No one would care. The log ends without comment as he drops out of his school. Sixteen, enough, perhaps, to chart a course from the shadows of his past.

In newer ink, on the final page, a more mature hand has penned a small note, to which the photograph is pinned.

Faces of stone. How I wished I could be them. How Katerina longed for them. Amazed at the life from rock. I stand numbed, a cruel inversion, rock from life. Such is how we immortalize men. Carve them into nature. We believe that if the simulacrum of their visage continues to gaze, that they still remain. It is hope. It is foolish. It is the arrogance of man to think that, even in domination, they are complete. The greatest conqueror is humbled still by time and nature. It always returns. It is not powerful, but a coward. Greatness brought down not through strength, but corruption. The mark is left clear and bright, a castle's bastion in glory, but sees no battle, rots from the inside. So too, will it be here. She will never see the faces, they will never see her-and soon, none shall see them again. Life from stone is a crueler trick than is thought. We seek permanence, and instead see only inevitability. We see that the strongest do not survive in their glory, but, in their moment of triumph, spiral into nothing but decay.

From the inside is where it comes. I will be the agent for her. The cruel faces, the mockeries of the joy she had expressed, fall, life from stone killed by stone from life. It is just.

[Chewion]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

After several hours of driving, Kiser and Garestaer arrive once again at the Black Hills area of South Dakota.

Rapid City, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

Pouring over the book, DeWitt finds that it is a journal-apparently Eberhardt's from a very young age. The letters are oddly scrawled, obviously those of a child, but there are two distinct scripts-one much tighter, smaller than the other, the other with broader, somewhat sloppier, loopier strokes. As the pages continue on, the two seem to merge together, tending towards the first, tighter letters, until they are essentially indistinguishable.

"OK. We're going to search every building until we find Eberhardt. I'm trusting you, Kiser," Garestaer says as he leaves the limo, looking around the area for any signs of life.

Kiser gets out and points at the giant eagle statue. "What about in or under that? It could be the entrance to the heads."

[Krugeristan]

"OK. We're going to search every building until we find Eberhardt. I'm trusting you, Kiser," Garestaer says as he leaves the limo, looking around the area for any signs of life.

Kiser gets out and points at the giant eagle statue. "What about in or under that? It could be the entrance to the heads."

"I'll be damned, you're a fucking genius." Garestaer takes Kiser's hand. "Come on!"

[Hillary Clinton 2016-2024]

Hillsboro,North Dakota
John and Joyce were walking about and found a Motorbike in a nearly empty parking lot.The got on and continued down the road,following a map of North Dakota they'd been given before the escape.Joseph had found a bike and broke the chain using a kitchen knife he stole.He began peddling down the road,admiring the beauty of the scene.The motorbike continued on its route to Moorhead,Minnesota.Joseph continued down the path,in no hurry to reach Moorhead.He found a store with the cashier I the bathroom.He stole a trench coat,Joyce and John found him and did the same,trying to look innocent.They walked out and continued to Moorhead.The Dodger and Wilhelmina limped to a road.Wilhelmina laid on the grass next to it as The Dodger strung wire around a stop sign and a tree.She tied it tightly and ran to Wilhelmina,Keeping the frail,ill woman warm by hugging her,in an attempt to conserve body heat on the cold night.A Motorbike with a Commie soldier on it came down the road,the soldier going flying off his bike as the bike spiraled into the road.He hit his head on a rock,rendering himself unconscious.The Dodger dragged the poor man off the road and put the Motorbike back up.The Dodger grabbed Wilhelmina and carried the woman over to the bike,getting her and Wilhelmina on it.Wilhelmina was a young High School student only 16.She volunteered and was accepted into the Red Tiger's.The greying Dodger,in her fifties,kept to keeping Wilhelmina out of harm's way.The Dodger drove off In the Motorbike,headed for Moorhead.A frail and weak Wilhelmina held onto The Dodger for dear life,both her thin arms around The Dodger,reacting her head on her shoulder.The five continued towards Moorhead.

[Krugeristan]

In the midst of his excitement, Garestaer trips, striking his face in the dirt. Looking up, he sees no eagle.

I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up. He weakly stands up, amazed he didn't break any bones. He then sits for a moment, as if trying to meditate . . .

Where are eagles found . . . mountainous areas . . . what's a mountainous area in Freedonia . . . Colorado, maybe . . . ? He gets up again, grabbing Kiser. "I KNOW WHERE HE REALLY IS!" He pushes Kiser into the back and throws himself into the driver's seat, speeding off towards Colorado.

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

The choppers at last reached their destination, and the NARU prisoners were led out into a small building, where a man awaited them behind a desk.

Kate spoke up first.

"Well, are you going to talk or do we have to start?"

Hot Springs, South Dakota

The team had made good distance and had hoped to find their teammates. That was until they had received an encrypted message reading: [Dy 5:4 .] They had been confused at first until they sent it back to Chicago once again secretly. They had been sent back a simply message: 'Rushmore now.' Eventually they figured it out in all the driving they had to do and now headed to the Black Hills National Forest hoping to perhaps find Eberhardt, their one and only mission.

[Prolieum]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

The bald man glanced up, waved his hand. "That will be all, gentlemen."

He looked at Kate steadily. "I have a feeling that you are not entirely aware of just what you have done."

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

The bald man glanced up, waved his hand. "That will be all, gentlemen."

He looked at Kate steadily. "I have a feeling that you are not entirely aware of just what you have done."

"Please enlighten me then."

[Prolieum]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"You have-and quite neatly, I must add, perhaps single-handededly managed to undermine your nation's relationship with the one nation it is utterly dependent on. You may well have destroyed the state to which you swear allegiance."

Black Hills, Colorado, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

As they gazed, an itinerant preacher, the sort common in Freedonia, strode up behind Garestaer.

"God's work is mighty, is it not? It is in times like these that I think of Psalm 105:4"

'Seek the Lord, and his strength: seek his face evermore."

He smiled. "May that verse guide you in this troubling time, my son."

[Krugeristan]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"You have-and quite neatly, I must add, perhaps single-handededly managed to undermine your nation's relationship with the one nation it is utterly dependent on. You may well have destroyed the state to which you swear allegiance."

Black Hills, Colorado, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

As they gazed, an itinerant preacher, the sort common in Freedonia, strode up behind Garestaer.

"God's work is mighty, is it not? It is in times like these that I think of Psalm 105:4"

'Seek the Lord, and his strength: seek his face evermore."

He smiled. "May that verse guide you in this troubling time, my son."

Garestaer turns around. "Oh . . . Please, sir--" He swallows. "Sir, what exactly are you trying to tell me . . . ?"

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"You have-and quite neatly, I must add, perhaps single-handededly managed to undermine your nation's relationship with the one nation it is utterly dependent on. You may well have destroyed the state to which you swear allegiance."

"Oh, I see. We are just aiding in the search of Eberhardt. While Jackson despises him, he is a leader that is vital to sustained stability. I am sorry for the NARU's attempts to aid."

[Prolieum]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"Did you know that Angels, Cherubim, really, actually have four faces? It is in Ezekiel."

"And every one had four faces: the first face was the face of a cherub, and the second face was the face of a man, and the third the face of a lion, and the fourth the face of an eagle"

It is always interesting to think of. The four faces of the Angels, who serve God, who is, of course, our rock, as it says in the Psalms.

"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."

[Krugeristan]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"Did you know that Angels, Cherubim, really, actually have four faces? It is in Ezekiel."

"And every one had four faces: the first face was the face of a cherub, and the second face was the face of a man, and the third the face of a lion, and the fourth the face of an eagle"

It is always interesting to think of. The four faces of the Angels, who serve God, who is, of course, our rock, as it says in the Psalms.

"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."

"Eagle . . . rock . . . refuge . . . stronghold . . ." Garestaer falls to his knees. "O Lord, please light my path!"

[Imperial Idaho]

Rapid City, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic

DeWitt wasn't sure what to think if this, he definitely didn't expect Eberhardt to have a past like this. He spent several minutes thinking it over, when he reread the newest entry he thought of a certain national monument located conveniently near Rapid City. He used the last of his money and took a bus to the monument.

[Prolieum]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

The man chuckled. "Oh, I am sure you are, sorry, at least, that you were noted-but I rather think your definition of aid is skewed. You see, in most civilized nations, someone seeking to aid does not use chemical weapons on their ally's soldiers, for instance."

"What to do, what to do. It better serves the interests of those I represent for their to be peace-perhaps, at least for the moment, but you managed to make yourself famous on live television. The people are looking for a scapegoat, Ms. Sanborn. I wonder how well you would fare in that old Jewish tradition?"

[Chewion]

Black Hills, South Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

"Did you know that Angels, Cherubim, really, actually have four faces? It is in Ezekiel."

"And every one had four faces: the first face was the face of a cherub, and the second face was the face of a man, and the third the face of a lion, and the fourth the face of an eagle"

It is always interesting to think of. The four faces of the Angels, who serve God, who is, of course, our rock, as it says in the Psalms.

"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."

"Eagle . . . rock . . . refuge . . . stronghold . . ." Garestaer falls to his knees. "O Lord, please light my path!"

"The base is in the mountain!"

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

Fargo ANG, Fargo, North Dakota, Constitutional Republic of Freedonia

The man chuckled. "Oh, I am sure you are, sorry, at least, that you were noted-but I rather think your definition of aid is skewed. You see, in most civilized nations, someone seeking to aid does not use chemical weapons on their ally's soldiers, for instance."

"What to do, what to do. It better serves the interests of those I represent for their to be peace-perhaps, at least for the moment, but you managed to make yourself famous on live television. The people are looking for a scapegoat, Ms. Sanborn. I wonder how well you would fare in that old Jewish tradition?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. It was just tear gas and no one died so don't go screaming bloody murder. I'll be your scapegoat if you wish because it seems there is really nothing stopping you. Jackson might offer someone but would you really accept anyone else?'

[The Manticoran Empire]

"It's hard to remember why I was a communist to begin with, it was a while ago, and I'm not known for my memory. But it is mostly because I love people, I love everyone a lot. I try to work for the population, not for myself. I've always been a simple person, I need little except food, water, shelter, something to write with, and people to talk to. I've learned that everyone is worth loving, except maybe the most evil of the evil. Yet when I see the affluence of the new technology company CEOs in San Francisco living in their skyscrapers, yet only a quarter mile away the poor people of The Mission, or farther, most of the people of Oakland, forced out of their homes and forced into either a life of effective slavery or of homelessness... I... sometimes I actually do want to cry over it. But crying is only taking time away from the hours that I can put towards helping these people. At first I just wanted to help through feeding people, donating to charity, but the more I looked into it, the more I realized that this system is stacked against the majority and wants nothing but the status quo. I am a communist not because I think people should be forced to work, or because I want to be Stalin, but because there are millions of disenfranchised people that cannot speak, cannot vote, cannot do anything to change their life. There are some who come up from poverty, but they are few and far between, and most of these people are turned into symbols of oppression, because the oligarchs use them to prove to the poor masses that they can rise up, too, but that is a lie. They cannot all climb the social ladder, and they need to realize this."

"Mr. President, I admire your work here in California. For being as pro-business as you are, life here is far better than in most places on the continent. You are not evil, you are, overall, a force that helps the majority. But no matter how many reforms you enact, this current system is unable to truly bring about equity. Now, if you could, I would very much like to go home, now."

"You may go, but I only wish to say one more thing. I support Capitalism because, for all its inequities, it is a HUMAN system. Think about that. Humans are complicated creatures and something like Communism, with communal work for the masses where everyone is equal, just doesn't sit right with Human nature. There is the constant drive to better the individual and that can't be done in a collectivized, communal system. That CAN be done in a Capitalist system. You fear a Corporatocracy. I fear a Corporatocracy. However, I will not enact a Statist Corporatocracy simply because of that fear. Decisions made out of fear are never good. Thank you for your time, Riley. And, I apologize if you felt offended at any point."

[Chewion]

Kiser runs up to the entrance hatch for the heads.

[Krugeristan]

Kiser runs up to the entrance hatch for the heads.

"Kiser, wait!" Garestaer yells.

[Chewion]

Kiser runs up to the entrance hatch for the heads.

"Kiser, wait!" Garestaer yells.

"What?" He says as he opens the entrance.

[Krugeristan]

"Kiser, wait!" Garestaer yells.

"What?" He says as he opens the entrance.

"Just--wait for me." Garestaer limps over to Kiser.