Wednesday, November 9, 2016

For You Whiners

   The election is over and done. Naturally, there will be some bitching and griping. Everyone is entitled to bitch, whine and gripe. I've done it, you've done it, no problem.
   I have a problem with the "dedicated" whiners. They take whining, trolling, threats, harassment, etc., to a new level. This is dedicated to them, not the average person whose candidate lost. Here goes:

   Your candidate lost and now you have no idea what you want to do, but you want to lash out, act out and let us know you're not happy with the election results. Here's what you can do.

   1:Back in the day, we embraced the suck and accepted the election results. Nobody stomped their feet, quit a chat room, "unfriended" someone or burned down a town. We acknowledged our side lost and continued our normal lives. Those who were more "active," vowed to "limit the damage" by normal means such as petitions, getting active in politics, etc.
   To the "new breed" of "whiners" who threaten to move to another country, I say this:  America doesn't need "fair weather citizens." America needs citizens who will STAY and work within the system to change things. If the results of the election are offensive enough to make you move, it shows your lack of commitment to the USA and its institutions.
   I spent 8 years under the Clinton Regime and 8 more under the Obama Regime. I stayed, done what I could to protect the Constitution and get Republicans elected. Since the whiners lack the fortitude, I say this:
   Pack your shit, renounce your citizenship and MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF THE USA. DON'T COME BACK.

  2: There's undoubtedly a few whiners who see themselves as hardass bomb-throwing, look-you-in-the-eye-while-they-kill-you types. Fine. Time for you whining little pussies to MAN UP, STACK UP and DO IT. Put on your cutesy Che Guevara shirts (the red stars make awesome aiming points). Stop talking. Start doing. PROVE you're hardasses. We'll settle this.

  3. There's a special sub-species of "whiner." Millenials. Those young 18-20 somethings whose parents never "told them NO," punished them, and thought X-Box and the Net were suitable replacements for proper parenting. Their parents fed them a diet of liberalism instead of feeding them useful information about life, societal needs and mores, and individuality/self-reliance. Their families raised PUSSIES. Best thing to cure that is join the Armed Forces. You will be challenged, get a crash course in life, societal needs and mores. You will see the world and understand that not everyone likes America and would enjoy killing all of us. You will understand the value of hard work and develop a proper work ethic. You will become an adult.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The choice is yours.

   Until today, the DEMOCRATS, those fun-loving freedom stealing tyrants in $1000 suits always denied "voter fraud" exists.
   Thanks to James O'Keefe and Project Veritas, we have RECENT, incontrovertible evidence the Democrats way to victory in the 2016 election is with VOTER FRAUD. Here is the link. VOTER FRAUD
   O'Keefe is the man who brought down ACORN and exposed Planned Parenthood. The Democrats cannot call his videos lies.
   Currently, "the polls" show Hillary Clinton "ahead" and "poised to win."
   However, Donald Trump is filling stadiums while Hillary barely fills high school gymnasiums.
   Pictures speak louder than words.
   Polls can be skewed quite easily. NBC skewed polls to keep Hillary ahead

   Fast forward to November 8th.
   Imagine a Hillary Clinton victory. Naturally she will scream "I have a mandate" while millions of voters scratch their heads and wonder WTF happened. Trump filled arenas! There were far more Trump stickers and yard signs than Hillary stickers and yard signs! How can she win?
   Short of a major blunder, Hillary can only win with voter fraud.
   Voter fraud essentially tells the "losing side" WE ARE THE WINNERS, YOUR VOTE DOESN'T COUNT and SHUT THE FUCK UP!
   What do you do in the face of rampant voter fraud?
   Clearly, going to the government is not an option this time around. Obama's Cabinet is corrupt, crooked and self-serving. Putting Trump in the White House will only undo their "work." For Hillary and many others, having a REAL Attorney General who will act on fact would only put them in prison. That can't happen. Therefore, any reports of voter fraud will be "investigated" and "dismissed" like the FBI's "report" on Hillary's Emails.
   There is a choice.
   The citizens can either take a seat and STFU or they can take up arms and clean out the corruption one politician at a time.
   The choice is yours. Choose wisely.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

A few predictions and a word to remember.

   I waited a couple of days before blogging to let my "political high" die down a bit.
   Now that the "high" is down, time to ask some serious questions and gaze intently into my crystal ball.
  Here's a few predictions:
   1: From now to Jan 2nd, Obama is going to go batshit crazy. He has two months to ramrod whatever he can of his socialist/pro-Islamic agenda down our throats before a new Congress and Senate takes over,
   2: Obama will have to replace Attorney General Holder before the current rubber-stamp Senate leaves and the GOP-controlled Senate takes over in January. If he doesn't, the new AG will be questioned on what would he do to investigate the scandals of the past 6 years.
   3: Expect a FLOOD of executive orders. Obama will try executive ordering things while he still has a rubber-stamp Senate. It will be his last chance to do much of anything without opposition.
   Once the new GOP-controlled House and Senate convenes, the ball is in their court.
   A few more predictions:
   4: Don't expect miracles. It takes 67 votes to override a veto or impeach Obama. While the GOP/Tea Party victories were awesome, we simply don't have enough votes. Short of His Royal Islamic Highness molesting his kids on the White House lawn in front of the media, he's pretty much home-free.
   5: Expect to see SOME legislative movement in the Senate. Bills Harry Reid didn't put on the floor will get at least a hearing. GOOD bills will get a vote and then the ball is in Obama's court. If he vetoes it, he better have a damned good reason WHY. "Just because" isn't good enough.
   6: I've heard Harry Reid might not have enough votes to be the MINORITY leader. His "non-action" on the aforementioned bills cost many Democrat Senators their elections because they didn't have a chance to vote on issues and show their stuff.
   7: I would not be surprised if Reid changes the procedural rules to stop a fillibuster. At one time, it took 60 votes to end a filibuster. Harry Reid changed it to "majority vote only" so the Democrats could end filibusters and "get on with business." Expect Reid to change it back before the GOP can take over again.
   8: Expect NO gun control bills to even get sent to committee for the next two years. The GOP knows not to screw with the 2nd Amendment. I do expect Chairman MAObama to try pushing for it and resorting to executive orders to get it. (maybe this will slow down demand for ammunition and reloading components!)
  9: Expect the Democrats to start plotting/planning, etc on how to regain what they threw away. Expect them to do everything they can to obstruct and block progress.
   10: Think Obama is "toxic" now? Give him two years of not signing bills passed by the House and Senate. His fundraising abilities will dwindle as will his popularity. Showing up in battleground states cost him the Senate. When the Presidential campaign season kicks off, his stumping for a candidate will be the kiss of death.
   The word Obama should remember is MANDATE.
   Obama says "his Mandate" is bigger (2/3 of voters did not vote).
   If it was so big, why is he suddenly talking about "compromise"?
   The word is MANDATE.
   The people have given the GOP a MANDATE to fix broken government.


Monday, November 3, 2014

Can you waste your vote?

   I have to ask this question: Can someone waste their vote? Some say a cast vote isn't wasted. I disagree. Why?
  When a voter votes for a certain party because "It's a family tradition" or "My family has always voted _________", it shows a lack of thinking on their part. They are perfectly willing to let someone else do their political thinking for them. Thus, in my mind, they aren't voting for themselves, but how their family tells them to vote. They've let themselves become lemmings.
 When a voter votes for __________ because their favorite celebrity says to, they reveal their stupidity. To those people who listen to celebrities, I say this; LOSERS!
  Why do I say LOSERS? God only knows what their motivation for voting is. I perceive that some of them will rush right out and vote for ____________ in the vain hope their favorite celebrity will notice and shower some sort of carnal reward on them. Bunch of dumbasses.
  When you vote for someone else because someone else says you should, you're not voting for yourself. You don't know if that person making said recommendation even knows what the hell they're talking about!
  When you vote for someone based on looks (yes, I know one gal who voted for Clinton in 1992 because he was "cute", then freaked because his proposed tobacco tax would (and did) put her tobacco-farming hubby out of business). With plastic surgery, an idiot can be made to look Presidential. For all you know, you just elected a handsome idiot to office!
  Some people say "What if I don't vote because I don't approve of the candidates?"
  Fair question. I've sat out a few elections because I thought both candidates were lowlife scum who needed a bullet rather than a vote. There IS a difference between not voting, and not having someone to vote for.
  If you have nobody worth voting for, then don't vote. If you don't vote because "it's inconvenient", then you wasted your vote.
 So how do you waste your vote? Casting an uninformed vote is a wasted vote. Casting a BLIND "one party vote" is a wasted vote also. Voting for a candidate based on looks is wasting your vote.
  The best way to cast your vote is to GET INFORMED on the candidates and issues. THEN vote. Don't waste your vote.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Voter ID and Voter Fraud

   T-minus 8 days 5 hours and a few minutes until the greatest display of individual freedom begins.
   Election Day 2014.
   For me, it looks like the sunrise after an eternal night. Where angry citizens turn out in massive numbers and vote Republican/Tea Party to oust the Democrats in a fair, equal election.
   I cannot use the words "Democrat" "Fair" and "Election" in the same sentence and keep a straight face.
   There are already DOCUMENTED instances of voter fraud, all of it favoring Democrats. A ballot-box was stuffed by a DEMOCRAT. Here's the link to the video. Democrat Ballot Box Stuffer
   You can bet your ass if this was a Republican or Tea Party ballot box stuffer, Eric Holder would be all over it like stink on s**t. But since it benefits Democrats, he says nothing.
   Think this is an isolated incident? Here's another, in Chicago, IL. A voting machine was "calibrated" to turn GOP votes into Democrat votes. Here's the link: Voting Machine Fraud
   Once again, if the GOP/Tea Party was behind such antics, Attorney General Eric Holder would have the FBI, Federal Election Commission and every media outlet in the world in Chicago and trying to blame the Tea Party/GOP for it.
   Since such antics help Democrats, Eric Holder is going to keep quiet and do nothing.
   To the readers, I say, "Keep your eyes open" and report ANY and ALL suspicious activities at the voting booth to local, state and Federal officials. We, THE PEOPLE, must do all we can to ensure each vote is counted as it was cast.
   There are many ways to steal an election, and a standard Democrat technique is adding voters to the rolls. Doesn't matter if they are eligible to vote or not. They MUST do this to offset disillusioned Democrats who don't vote or vote GOP.
   This is why they despise Voter ID laws.
   The concept is simple. You show up at the polling place and present proof of residency. A driver's license is the most common form of ID presented as it shows the person's face AND address. Most adults have a driver's license, so it's no problem.
   Yet according to the Democrats, voter ID laws do nothing but make it harder for minorities to vote.

   The poor, downtrodden minorities cannot be expected to exercise their vote (sniffle).
   Ask how those downtrodden minorities get to/from work. Chances are, they have a car. Therefore they must have a driver's license. As renewing or changing address on a driver's license is done at the courthouse/DMV, the "oppressed minority" can use the opportunity to register to vote via "Motor Voter" bill. Doesn't cost extra.
   Ask how those poor, abused souls (violins) manage to get a house, utilities, and a job without proper ID.
  Or how they managed to get one of the many forms of Federal assistance (welfare, unemployment, etc.) without ID.
   Clearly, "disenfranchising minorities" is nothing more than the empty whining of a party desperate to hold onto power, even if it means crapping on the Constitution and everything our great nation stands for.
   Voter fraud and crapping on America are great Democrat traditions.
   Time to put an end to it.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Democrats Don't Get it!

Been a while since I blogged, so time to rev up the verbal chainsaw and shove the bar where it needs to go.
Today's verbal target: Barack Hussein Obama, aka IL Douche or His Royal Islamic Highness.
Reason: Military budget cuts.

   Today, General Raymond Odierno, the Army Chief of Staff said America needs to rethink defense cuts and the military budget. Here's the link:U.S. Army Getting Too Small

   Now that you've read it, here's my opinion.
   The first responsibility of ANY government is to protect its borders, embassies and national interests.
   Pay attention, Barack. School is in session.
   Repeat after me. "A leader is responsible for what his subordinates do or fail to do."
   We sure could use a properly sized, trained, equipped and balanced military right about now. Our borders are WIDE open. Il Douche does not want to discuss BENGHAZI (and how we "could not get there in time"). Our national interests are under attack. WHO is ultimately responsible for national security?
   The Commander in Chief, Barack Hussein Obama.

   Since His Royal Islamic Highness does not have a military background, I will do my best to educate him in what a proper military consists of.

   America must have a properly sized military. To my mind, a properly sized military means you have sufficient units to handle whatever national commitments you make without "breaking the troops."
   Example: If we send a division to Iraq, there needs to be a total of two divisions "earmarked" for the mission. One division on the ground. One resting, refitting, and gearing up for the deployment. It's that simple.

  Properly trained means each unit is thoroughly and expertly trained for its designated mission. NO CUTTING CORNERS.
   EXAMPLE: Army tankers, MOS19K. Each tanker receives extensive training as part of "One Station Unit Training" that turns out properly trained tankers after 12 weeks.
   When the new tanker joins his unit, he is assigned to a crew and trains exclusively with them in simulators. He will work on his tank and master his job.
   When the tank crew goes to the field, they will drive in all conditions and fire all weapons. This is EXPENSIVE, but you can only teach so much in a simulator. You MUST get your hands dirty, disturb the local wildlife and make loud noises.
   Politicians MUST refrain from deciding to cut training budgets. Marksmanship and vehicle use are often the first cut. You wind up with tank crews who can't hit the broad side of a barn and who can't employ their vehicles tactically. Crews that fail these standards are known as DEAD. I bet if politician's kids were in those tanks, training standards would stay high and there would be a decent budget for training.

   The troops MUST have the best equipment available and the money to maintain it properly. I'm not talking about buying every gee-whiz device on the market. I'm talking about giving the troops the best equipment available to perform the mission.
   EXAMPLE: M1 Abrams tank.
   During the Cold War, we figured we would be fighting off hordes of Soviet tanks in Europe. As those Communist baby-bangers had 50,000 tanks, we had to have BETTER tanks to offset their numerical superiority.
   Thus, the Army said "we NEED a new tank," gathered experienced tankers who came up with the "ideal" tank. Naturally, the civilians balked at the concept of spending millions PER tank. The Abrams is NOT fuel-efficient, and the politicians on the LEFT side of the aisle freaked because their "experts" from the LEFT side of society said the Abrams couldn't do what its designers said it could.
   Cost of training would be frightful because the Abrams was not merely a new tank--it pretty much revolutionized the concept of tank warfare. The Left wing grumbled, tried to get budget cuts, tried to get the Abrams program ended, etc.
   Desert Storm shut up the critics. The Abrams superior range, electronics and mechanical reliability ate the Iraqi Army's tanks for a snack. Having that tank (and other awesome weapons) is one reason American casualties were incredibly low.

   Now we will discuss "properly-balanced" forces.
   To my mind, "properly-balanced" means one service is not overly favored or neglected. A superpower like the United States cannot afford to throw too much money at one service--or neglect any. Each service plays a vital role and neglecting a service in favor of the "theory of the week" will bite America in the ass in the end.
   EXAMPLE: After WW2, it was believed atomic weapons would be able to adequately safeguard America from the Communists. The Air Force was given the responsibility for providing the nuclear umbrella. When the Korean War started, the nearest unit, the 24th Infantry Division was the occupation force in Japan. They did not have money to train for war and when they went to Korea, they paid for the politician's budget cuts in blood. Air power alone did not stop the North Koreans and Chinese forces. It took ground forces with air and naval support to stop the invasion.

   As Democrats clearly don't "get it," it falls to we, the people to elect leaders who DO get it.
   When you go to the polls this November 4th, remember one silent lesson from history.

    Those that do not prepare for war often become slaves of those who do prepare for war.


Saturday, July 5, 2014

A snippet from The Legion Way

   Dramatis Personnae:
   Colonel Carol Obermeyer, CO of the advisory detachment. A no-nonsense professional, she is absolutely ruthless in action.
   Major Mark Thanos, XO of the detachment. An ex-Sergeant Major, he knows the business.

Two years after Patriarch Fiutti announced the Unification Doctrine, Colmar’s president became enamored with the idea of elite divisions led by the finest citizens available to take the war to the Progressives. He promptly ordered each Cabinet member to recruit a division they would be honorary commander of. The fledgling army equipped and trained the divisions, then presented the division to the person who raised it for a final inspection. As time progressed, the ceremony transitioned from a formal inspection to a parade designed to inspire and reassure the civilians they protected all was well.
   With a rare break in the brutal weather, what better occasion could provide the perfect backdrop for the Vice President to formally announce his candidacy for President?


   Vice President Aubin looked at the rows of parked tanks with pride. “I hear the new Crusaders are reaching the field.”
   “Yes, sir,” General Goudeau said brightly. “The first seventeen are in V Company, our experimental combined arms company. We are outfitting two companies a day. By summer, the Crusaders will be our primary tank with the Defenders being converted to mobile artillery. We will have qualitative superiority when we go on the offense next season.”
   "Do we have time before my speech and the blessing to see them?"
   "Yes, sir," General Pasquier said grandly.
   “Let us see what they look like,” Aubin said brightly.
   "This way, sir," General Pasquier said and motioned towards the back of the motor pool.
   Cardinal-General Hedouin said a prayer at the sight of the tanks. Blessed Father, please don't let him look up.
   Goudeau's jaw dropped at the sight of the smaller, multi-colored Crusaders amongst the rows of large brown Defenders. He walked around the first tank with Aubin and took in the differences indicating Visigoth Company was more than parade ready.
   The original design lacked shields for the external machineguns. V Company’s machineguns were protected by thick shields. Spare road wheels and track sections were bolted to brackets under the turret handrails for extra protection. A thick slab of curved steel with drain holes in the base protected the turret ring, historically the weakest part of the tank.
   The traditional radio antenna pennants were replaced by a pair of crossed, blood-dripping battleaxes painted on the center rear of each turret. Unlike their pristine brown brethren, the paint jobs were scuffed, yet the vehicles looked well-maintained. Aubin walked to the front of the first tank to see several sections of spare track bolted to the sloping armor under the driver’s periscope. A smaller pair of painted battleaxes adorned each left front fender.
   Aubin looked up at the multicolored barrel, his eye drawn to the bore evacuator.
   “Oh. My. God,” Obermeyer mouthed softly enough for Thanos to hear as she looked at the names of the tanks painted on the other bore evacuators with dull black paint. Tight Spot, Ramrod, Multiple Ohhhs, Fear-starter, Psycho, Warmonger, Mother Fokker, Serenity, Virgin-breakers, 5 guys in a Tank, Browncoat, Death-dealer, Babe Magnet, Cunning Lingus, Mayhem, War Wizard, Loose Screw, Saber, Infidel, Slam-dunk, Dr. Feel-good, Screamer, World-shaker and Disgruntled.
   “Do you know what ‘Usufruct?’ sounds like?”
   “Yes, sir,” General Goudeau said as he fought to keep a straight face. “It is a Latin legal term.”
   Aubin harrumphed and looked at the names. ‘What does ‘Cunning Lingus’ mean?”
   “I don’t know, sir,” Goudeau said blandly.
   “Most of these names are unacceptable. We are the Army of God! Dalphon, write those names down."
   "Yes, sir,” Dalphon said and pulled out a small notebook.
   "Who is the heretic who authorized this--this--heresy?"
   "Major Walker, sir. One of the Alliance advisors," Goudeau said quickly. "I told him to make V Company combat ready any way he saw fit."
   "There is a difference between that and this! He's gone too far! I will set him straight after I finish my speech! Dalphon, make sure those names are spelled properly!"
   Thanos discretely stepped behind Usufruct and laughed into his hand at the sight of V Company’s armored personnel carriers. Penetrator, Excelsior, Vampire, Oracle, Party Animals, Vicious Mudder, Pontius Pilate and the Naildrivers, Freudian Slip, Harvester, Sane Maniac, Prog’s Nightmare, Revenge, Boom-boom, Ben Dover, God Rules!, Gratuitous Violence, Purfekt Spellerz, Bouncer, Ball-breaker and Heaven-bound announced the infantry’s choice of names. Aubin’s diatribe renewed itself as he discovered the radical naming scheme included the company's support vehicles parked alongside the Crusaders. He appeared most distraught over the recovery vehicle named ‘Happy Hooker.’
   Thanos laughed into his hand again and regained his composure. Do you really think the troops go into battle singing ‘Onward, Christian Soldiers’ and thinking of Mom, God and apple pie when they fight? Soldiers are soldiers and this is the first sign you have some fighting soldiers in your army! He turned and rejoined the group unnoticed, his face a mottled red.
   Aubin pointed to Usufruct's barrel. “Colonel Obermeyer, is this the way the Alliance Army does business?”
   “Sir, yes, sir,” Colonel Obermeyer said promptly. “Actually, these are tame. It depends on the unit commander.”
   “Tame? Can you imagine their radio chatter? ‘Five guys in a tank Ramrod, Tight Spot.’ ‘Disgruntled Psycho Warmonger stop when you see Virtuous Mayhem.’ ‘Babe Magnet, Usufruct’?” Aubin raged and threw up his hands, too distraught to notice the barely-hidden grins from his aides. The aides were uniformly grateful the press wasn’t there to record Aubin’s meltdown and show the citizens back home how far their sons, brothers and fathers strayed from God by painting such blasphemies on their vehicles!
   “Where are the crosses? How can we identify ourselves to the infidels as God’s Army?”
   “The crosses are on the turrets. They’re painted in different colors,” Goudeau said and pointed to Usufruct's dappled gray turret. "You have to look close to see them."
   “Ahhh,” Aubin said and studied the multicolored cross. “So it doesn’t give a common thing to look for?”
   “Yes, sir. Actually, it’s quite clever. Our traditional white crosses help the enemy locate our tanks outside of winter.”
   “Goudeau has a future in politics when the war is over,” Obermeyer said softly to Thanos.
   “What are those stripes for?” Aubin asked and pointed to Usufruct’s barrel.
   “Kill rings. One for each tank destroyed by the crew. Nine,” Goudeau said.
   “I can count,” Aubin said.
   “Your thoughts?” Obermeyer said softly to Thanos.
   “I think it’s time I have a serious talk with that boy.”


   Aubin surveyed the sea of dark brown uniforms as Avenger Company of the God’s Fist Battalion passed in review. He allowed himself a faint smile of recognition at the sight of Kevin Laroche, a distant nephew who recently became Avenger Company’s officer commanding. He looked at each company’s men as they marched past the reviewing stand.
   The smile dropped off his face.
   “Eyes, right!” Jon bellowed and executed a salute with his saber, facing Aubin squarely instead of deferentially bowing his head as the other company commanders had.
   The Legion bows only to God.
   As V Company marched past, Aubin noted not one estate patch was visible, and with the exception of its commander in his green uniform and funny black hat, the unit looked as smart as any. He remembered the unauthorized modifications to the tanks and the heretical names. If this offworlder wasn’t stopped, “his” Division would be infected with concepts going beyond the battlefield and threaten centuries of societal stability for Alcinor.


   After the Vice President’s Review, V Company stood in proud formation in front of their barracks.
   “You looked good out there,” Jon said proudly.
   “Master Sergeant, front and center!”
   Mikloth ran forward, stopped two paces in front of Jon and saluted.
   Jon returned the salute with a grin. “Let’s get the weapons turned in and feed these starving Visigoths. Issue off-post passes for all except the cold-start crews and the Charge of Quarters. I think we’ll skip morning PT for once and start work at zero eight thirty.”
   “Yes, sir!” Mikloth saluted and took charge of the company as the officers went inside. “On the command of ‘Fall out,’ get those weapons turned in and prepare for evening chow. Fall out!”
   “MAKING WAR IS FUN, WHOO!” the Visigoths shouted and broke ranks.


   Jon sat in his office and studied Cold War armored tactics on his Journcomp.
   “Company, ten-hut!” Thanos bellowed.
   Jon placed the journal/computer in a deep desk drawer before he stepped out the door in time to see Aubin, Goudeau, Pasquier, Obermeyer and Thanos walking down the hallway past the stunned soldiers locked at rigid attention.
   Jon walked up to them and saluted. “Good afternoon, Mister Vice President.”
   “Sir, this is Major Walker, the company commander,” Obermeyer said, her dark button eyes flashing a warning to her subordinate.
   “Major Walker,” Aubin said coldly, oblivious to the stares of the men. “Let us converse.”
   “May I suggest my office?” Jon said and turned to the nearest man. “Private Caleb, snag good chairs from the XO and Master Sergeant’s offices and bring them to my office pronto.”
   “Yes, sir!” Private Caleb said and fled down the hallway.
   Aubin looked at the odd black paint by the door and recessed lighting. “What is this for?”
   “This is the ‘wall crawl’, a physical-conditioning exercise. You lay flat on the floor with your hands and feet touching the black. You apply pressure and walk up the wall, down the hallway to the far end and down the wall. Everyone in the company does this once a day.
   “A friend of mine named Henri Valier did it over a seventy-meter wide tank of molten sulphur to rescue high-value hostages. The exercise builds confidence and lowers the fear of heights. We also use it as a trust-building exercise. Four men, picked at random, walk underneath. The man doing the wall crawl will let go without warning and trust the men to catch him. We’ve never had a dropped man, even when we put those who didn’t get along with the climber underneath,” Jon said proudly as Caleb and another soldier brought the chairs into Jon’s office at the far end of the hallway.
   Jon motioned for the seniors to enter the office first. “Would you like some coffee?” he asked as he closed the door.
   “No,” Aubin said curtly and took a seat in front of Jon’s desk and studied the short Major. “I just gave a speech telling my citizens our soldiers are eager for peace. The media heard your silly little ‘making war is fun’ chant on the parade field. You made me look like a liar. I want to know why you think making war is fun, son.”
   Jon flared at the ‘son’ reference. There was only one man who could call Jon that and Aubin wasn’t it. Obermeyer’s guarded look warned him not to pursue that.
   “Compared to what I put my men through, making war is fun. The training they’ve received is harder than war. That paid off when the company avenged itself at Tuscany,” Jon said firmly, yet respectfully. “We destroyed a bridge, screwed the crossroads up for at least a week, shelled Tuscany’s support facilities and took out three companies of tanks like a knife through hot butter. We didn’t lose a man doing it. That is what professional planning, tough training, solid discipline and a little ‘creative craziness’--our slang for thinking outside the box or doing the unexpected--will get you.”
   “You are taking your men--my citizens--down a path that will lead to their eternal damnation.”
   “Do you know how I came to command this company?”
   “I could let the company wallow in self-pity after Poleis’ execution and follow the same beaten path that would let it be destroyed again. Or I could make them the meanest sons of bitches on the battlefield, bar none. This was the only way I could do it quickly enough to be of use to Colmar this season.”
   “What does chanting, ‘Making war is fun, whoo!’ get you? Recognition that you and your men are a bunch of warmongering psychotics?”
   “A friend of mine used that line to call attention to himself in battle. The enemy focused on him rather than their mission. His self-sacrifice saved millions of lives that day. I told the troops about him, so the chant isn’t just a bunch of pseudo-hardass psychology. They seek to emulate his level of professionalism and dedication. The men adopted his words as their chant.”
   “I do not believe it,” Aubin scoffed.
   “Call the first soldier you see in here and ask him about Sergeant Rolf Andersen.”
   Goudeau looked at Aubin and opened the door. “Lance Corporal, come here!”
   Lance Corporal David stepped in and rendered a sharp salute. “Sir, Lance Corporal David, second season, reporting as ordered, sir!”
   Goudeau returned David’s salute. “How long have you been with the company?” Aubin asked from his chair.
   David turned his head to face Aubin. “Sir, since it was reformed under Major Walker, sir.”
   “Tell me about this Andersen fellow.”
   “Sergeant Rolf Andersen was killed in action August of 2562, at the Valley of the Lions on Umoja. He was awarded the Alliance’s Gold Medal of Valor--the equivalent of the Colmaran Medal of Heroism. His unit was facing a regiment and thousands of armed civilians. In time, the rebels broke the front line. While the Alliance forces tried to contain the breach, Sergeant Andersen placed his vehicle in a tactically advantageous, yet exposed position for the purpose of using his close-in weapons.”
   “Where did the line of, ‘Making war is fun, whoo!’ come from?” Aubin asked.
   “Sir, those were Andersen’s last known words. When the insurgents broke through, Andersen said those words on the vehicle’s public address system to call attention to himself and opened fire. The Umojans stopped trying to exploit the breach and focused on killing him because his fire was so effective. His action bought just enough time for his unit to contain the breach. The rebels were unable to break the line a second time. The rebels lost their will to fight that night and never fought effectively again. Less than two weeks later, the Umojan Revolt ended when the Legion Division destroyed the last major turncoat unit and captured the leaders,” David said.
   “I see. Thank you,” Aubin said.
   “Dismissed,” Goudeau said. David saluted and left the room.
   “Nice little story,” Aubin said disdainfully. “What other heresies have you been teaching them? Kill ‘em all and let God sort ‘em out?”
   “I’ll show you,” Jon said and stepped into the hallway. “Company formation in the street right now! Don’t worry if you’ve already turned in your weapon. Move!”
   “Give them a few moments to get outside,” Goudeau said to Aubin.
   “Yes, I remember,” Aubin said with a smile. “Trampling is a hazard.”
   Jon turned and looked out the window as Mikloth chivvied the men into formation. “They’re ready to show you what I’ve taught them.”
   A moment later, Jon stood in front of the company. Behind him stood Aubin, Pasquier, Goudeau, Obermeyer and Thanos.
   “Visigoths! What is our Code of Honor?”
   The company responded in one loud voice commanding passersby to halt and learn from them.
   “We are soldiers serving Colmar with honor and fidelity!
   “All Colmaran soldiers are brothers in arms, regardless of class and worthy of our loyalty. We will strive to be worthy of their loyalty.
   “We respect our traditions and superiors. Discipline, competence and unswerving loyalty are our strengths. Love of God, courage and honesty are our virtues.
   “We are proud of being Colmaran soldiers! Our modest, correct behavior displays our pride and will always bring honor to the Army. We will always present a sharp appearance.
   “We consider our weapons, vehicles and personal equipment our most precious possessions. We will constantly maintain our physical, mental and moral fitness for combat and will help our brothers in arms do the same. We will strive to perfect our knowledge of the art and science of war.
   “We will fight the enemy in accordance with military law. When we receive a mission, we will prepare for it thoroughly and execute it professionally, regardless of the risk of our lives.
   “In combat, we will act without passion or hatred. We will respect vanquished enemies. We will safeguard all noncombatants. We choose to die before we surrender ourselves, our wounded, our dead, our colors or our equipment!”
   “Master Sergeant! Take charge, get the weapons turned in. Continue chow prep.”
   “Yes, sir!” Mikloth said and saluted.
   Jon lead the dignitaries into his office and closed the door.
   “MAKING WAR IS FUN, WHOO!” the company bellowed and broke formation.
   Goudeau offered a faint, hopeful smile to Jon as he took his seat. Obermeyer’s eyes barely hid her surprise in learning the Legion believed in more than glorious, redeeming death in battle.
   “That display was impressive, I will admit. But the ‘Code of Honor’ won’t hold up in combat. I know,” Aubin said, alluding to his lone season of service.
   “The Code of Honor is the ideal the Legion Division lives by. Some parts are easy to live up to. Some are not. But the Code of Honor has been used by the Legion for the past seven hundred years. To my personal knowledge there has never been an atrocity attributed to the Legion.”
   “Seven hundred years?”
   “Yes, sir. Seven hundred years ago France formed the Foreign Legion as a means to get unemployed foreigners out of France. When France joined the Alliance of Man, they ceded the Foreign Legion with the condition the unit traditions would never change. One of those traditions is the Code of Honor. On Camerone Day, the entire division recites it as one to show we proudly honor the traditions of our predecessors. I reworded the Code of Honor for the company because it perfectly defines what Colmar has the right to demand of its soldiers.”
   “I fear you are bringing great evil with your teachings. You are teaching our people how to kill in job lots and glorifying the slaughter.”
   “Do you really think all war is evil?”
   “There is no think, it is.”
   “I will agree it is evil to make war when the object is conquest and slaughter. To be willing to risk your life and health to make war when the object is truly restoring peace, freeing and protecting the innocent and righting a just wrong is one of the highest moral callings a man can take. I know because I’ve served on a planet where a pinprick in a suit often meant death or disfigurement. I volunteered for the duty because the toxic chemicals we defended could kill millions. I fought religious terrorists for three years on a desert world. I saw my last action two years ago on Umoja, restoring peace after a contested election. All that time, I comforted myself in the knowledge I was restoring peace, saving lives and protecting the innocent on both sides,” Jon said and stepped into the hallway. “Sergeant Tolbert, get Padre Gouliot here on the double, with his Bible.”
   “Sir!” Tolbert said and rushed off.
   “What is this?” Aubin said.
   Jon closed the door and returned to his chair. “Many commanders minister to the men in the field. The day I took command of V Company, I was cleaning out Poleis’ desk and learned of this spiritual duty. As an Alliance officer, I cannot minister to your men and requested the Army assign a chaplain to us. To establish my moral fitness to command, I called the company together and professed my faith in God. I explained my path is slightly different from theirs, but we are all heading to a better future. Would you believe they accepted my word and applauded my courage to witness in front of them?” Jon turned and plucked a thick black book with a fading gold asterisk on its spine from a shelf.
   “This is my Church’s version of the Bible, called The Book of Cleansing. It contains both Old and New Testaments, a newer Testament we call ‘The Book of Cleansing’ and an index so we can find comfort and solace quickly,” Jon said and opened it to the index.
   “What does The Book of Cleansing--the Testament--cover?” Aubin asked.
   “It is essentially a Testament addressing modern topics not covered in the original Testaments,” Jon said as the door rattled.
   “Enter!” Jon said.
   “You wanted to see me, sir?” Gouliot said.
   “Yes, Padre,” Jon said. “Do you recall the Biblical quotation you read to us when the company formed?”
   “Yes, sir.”
   “Would you please recite it for us?”
   Gouliot opened his Bible and found the line. He cleared his throat and looked at Aubin. “A partial quotation from Judges three, verse two. ‘Teach them war, at least such as before nothing knew thereof’.”
   Jon turned to a page in the gilt-edged book on his desk. “From the Book of Cleansing, Tabitha thirty, verse sixteen. ‘Gather those who are fit and set the hardest tasks and tests before them to prepare for battle. The Righteous who have prepared themselves will succeed in restoring God’s Peace,’” Jon said and closed the Book.
   “I was chosen for my experience and knowledge of mechanized warfare. This assignment dovetails with one of the keystones of my religion; to protect, enhance and restore justice and peace wherever I can. When Colonel Obermeyer recruited me, she said the Alliance needed me to teach war to a friendly country facing defeat. I accepted her challenge because that is my duty to God and the Alliance.”


   After Aubin, Obermeyer and Goudeau left the company area, Jon locked his door and sat behind his desk. “Are these people so sensitive words upset them?” he said aloud and took a bottle of Glenlivet out of his desk drawer and poured a shot into a metal canteen cup. “Your lessons will be taught, Miru-san,” he said and raised the cup in memory of his dead mentor, then downed the whisky.
   He put the bottle away, pulled the Journcomp out from the desk drawer and resumed his study of Cold War tank tactics.


   “General, I have a problem that needs your delicate touch,” Aubin told Pasquier.
   “Yes, sir?”
   “I cannot ask for Walker’s replacement because he enjoys the subtle protection of General Goudeau and President Simoneau. I fear he is giving the serfs dangerous ideas of equality and freedom. What was Goudeau thinking when he confirmed a foreigner and infidel as the commander?”
   “He saw the men responded to Walker’s plea for calm when they refused Poleis’ order to get into the tanks.”
   “Lucien Poleis and I grew up together,” Aubin said. “When his serfs return home after the season, they will talk of his son’s execution and create unrest on his estate. That unrest will guarantee I cannot select the most-qualified man I know to be my running mate.”
   “I know.”
   “Some of Walker’s ideas are too radical. Treat serfs and nobles the same as freemen?”
   “His ideas are radical, but his techniques are effective. When I learned V Company was to be the experimental combined-arms company, I directed Personnel to send as many serfs from the more liberal estates as possible to his company to prevent the spread of his social radicalism.”
   “That is not good enough because the freemen in his unit are contaminated by his ideas,” Aubin said and looked around. “Visigoth Company must die so our way of life can continue. If they think making war is fun, give them all the fun they can handle.”