Volume II. Doctrine of Annihilation
Part I--- Operation Vengeance
I stood by the unmarked grave. I remember how honorable funerals once were. I admired the area and thought to myself, this is the kind of place that I would want for myself when I bite the big one (that’s if I don’t end up joining the ranks of the undead). I felt the salty discharge of tears rolling down my cheeks and I cried silently. I collapsed to my knees and thought of my children. They didn’t deserve any of this. It was my fault. You dumb bastard!
Sorrow turned to anger and I began to dig like a wild man. I didn’t care that my fingers were hurting and numb from the cold. I kept digging through the slushy snow then the muddy soil. I found a chipped piece of stone nearby and began digging with that. SCRAPE! I heard the rock make contact with the old rotting wood. I cleaned off the area and found the o-ring handle. I gave it a nice tug. The wood creaked but would not give. I started pounding the area with the rock and gave it a harder pull. CRACK! The crate cover finally gave away letting the musty aroma escape as I opened it. I paused and tried to catch my breath. I then looked at what I hid all those months ago. I smiled like an evil clown as I read the fading letters of the metal storage cache. ‘PROPERTY OF THE US ARMY’.
I mentioned to you all before, my children are the reason I fight to exist. Without them, I am no more different than our undead friends out there. I will fight for them even if it kills me. Dead or alive I will find them. I sat there for a few more minutes and pulled out the metal cache. I’m going to need the Avalanche to haul this I thought. I stashed the precious cargo in a small grove and covered it with shrubs and other foliage. I limped back to the Ski-Do and sped off back on to the trail to the extraction point. Don’t worry kids, I thought. Daddy will be there soon. You can count on it. I just hope dick and the crew made it.
To be continued….