The Black Knights

History is not an absolute, but cause and effect: Change the cause and you alter the effect. What if a single decision or battle had went the other way? Perhaps an election had turned out differently! We as individuals are capable of altering the future course of history by our activism, or lack thereof. Imagine with us for a moment, certain historical events had indeed taken an alternate course.
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Some might conclude that our history, heritage, culture and nationhood having been suppressed and culturally cleansed; it is only natural for events to swing completely in the opposite direction. While others will maintain that a gradual process has been underway since the surrender of our Confederate Armies.
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Regardless of one’s feelings it is apparent that under a liberated and independent Confederate States of America the heroes of our past would be respectfully honored. In any case Confederate Fiction allows us to dream and envision victory; otherwise "where there is no vision, the people parish." {Proverbs 29:18}

Smokey Mountain Incident

The term knight in modern times has come to be associated with unseemliness, violence and bigotry, but originally this was not the case. The white knight was known to have stood for truth and righteousness, the black knight as mysterious and of unknown identity, inasmuch as this knight would rise to prominence at a time when justice seemed to have disappeared from the earth. Over the passing centuries the Black Knight has taken upon himself a bigger then life persona and has become written in our consciousness as one who would ride to the rescue or face off against tyranny, then disappear into the darkness.

Stories of the Black Knights have been rare but when they do appear we hear of them only in fairy tales and occasionally in the form of a Hollywood film. But those who were present on that beautiful starry and full moon night speak of it only in whispers, out of a fear of mockery and laughter. The F.B.I. as well as the A.T.F. SWAT Team had been called in to evict a family from the Smokey Mountains sector of far western North Carolina. The family was said to be heavily armed cultists, dangerous to others, therefore they must be evicted from this most serene of all national parks.

In truth the family was Christians simply returning for a few nights of camping on the very site in which their forefathers had once called home, before they themselves were evicted by the federals when the area was set aside. They were lightly armed but only for their own protection against potential wildlife, which still roamed the area. Several of us were hiking in the region when we heard a commotion up ahead; we moved off the well-blazoned trail into the bush, then creped forward very slowly and carefully. Under a clear sky filled with stars and a full moon we all caught a glimpse of what was causing the ruckus.

It was well after dark and the federals had surrounded an encampment just ahead; we were well hidden and it was obvious they were not aware of our presence. They had fired warning shots and began to talk over a speakerphone so those in the area could hear them. "You are surrounded, everyone exit your tents, stand in the light of the campfire, with your hands in their air or we will open fire." The tents in the encampment was not arranged close in nor were they spread far apart, but they did have plenty of room in the center, no doubt to allow a space for family socializing and celebration.

A few of the family members poked their heads out of their tents to see what was going on, out of a total shock and surprise that any government agency would be treating them like dangerous criminals. Finally, one by one they all emerged and complied with the orders given to them, believing that whether these people were law enforcement or a gang of thugs they still had the drop on them. The family believed they had no choice but to comply or else face serious injury or even death and in any case they were a long way from any medical facility.

Then suddenly from out of the darkness rode what we counted to be 13 horsemen riding silver gray stallions and dressed like knights of old, in black tunics and helmets, their face shield lowered, hiding their identities. The stallions were skirted like similarly as the tunics of their riders who also bore white Christian Crosses on their garments. Each horseman also carried a black shield that also bore the same white cross. The 13 horsemen encircled the encampment at a distance that appear from our advantage to be approximately ten feet, drew silver colored swords which gleamed brightly as if they had a mirror finish.

On cue each of the 13 horsemen simultaneously raised their swords skyward, and then threw them so they stood upright in the ground forming a near perfect circle of swords around the encampment. There was one horseman who was different then the others; his tunic and helmet were gray, his horse black and the Christian Crosses he bore was black in color. He rode about half the distance toward the on scene federal commander and halted. Everyone present that night was so awe struck, they seemingly froze in place; this couldn't be happening in the twentieth first century.

The federal commander did seem to perceive he was dealing with something unusual at the very least, so he reciprocated in like manner, walking toward the rider and stood before him. But before he could even ask whom these people were, the rider spoke with the firm voice of authority, which sounded muffled by some kind of device. "Leave this place, the rider ordered, and do not fire into or enter this circle of swords or you will face a severe retribution." The rider then rode back without waiting for a reply and rejoined the others.

The federal commander doing likewise rejoined his own troopers, quickly ordering them to "move inward from their present location into the open, thereby surrounding the horsemen." Once his troops were in place they were ordered to "aim directly at the horsemen" while he gave orders to "dismount and surrender yourselves." Then no sooner had he finished speaking his commands when the horsemen moved their shields into position so they were directly facing the federals that encircled them. Suddenly and without warning a bright flash lit up the darkness like a sunburst, which was emitted from the shields striking all the federals, with the exception of the federal commander.

The commander then stepped forward as he did before seeing the black horsemen approach; "It must be apparent to you, that we have the means to enforce our order. Return to your superiors and make it known; leave these people in peace, don't force our hand, least you are prepared for the consequences." The federal commander then ask; "what about these men and who are you people? Your troops have suffered no permanent injury and as to who we are; you may called us the Order of the Black Knights. Should you pursue this no further it will be considered closed, if you insist, we can ratchet up the situation as high as you wish. The choice is your own!"

Saving Face

The Black Knights circled the encampment twice then rode off into the woods, single column, and disappear, a feat, which was itself beyond explanation. The FBI and ATF SWAT Team had been completely defeated by an unknown entity horseback, carrying only shields and swords; how could such a loss be explained to their superiors? None-the-less the federal on scene commander turned his attention to checking up on the well being of his men. He delayed reporting the situation until he was certain the Black Knight commander was entirely truthful in saying they would suffer no permanent uninjured.

He then made arrangements to withdrawal his force and reporting the campers were law-abiding citizens who were there for the purpose of celebrating their ancestral home. The case was closed and the federals had managed to 'save face' in the process. However several of us who were present on that day searched the woods the next morning for some sign as to a possible route for the exodus of the Black Knights, but even the hoof prints disappeared a hundred yards into the woods and there was no sign whatsoever of trucks or horse trailers which could have helped them make such a quick exodus.

It was three days later before any of the agents present would admit that strange events had occurred in the Smokey Mountain Valley and the full story would be reveled only in a bug free environment without video or audio recording devices. Arrangements were made whereby the agents present on that day would themselves choose the location as well as ensure there were no bugs. The story they gave was indeed beyond belief and both agencies agreed they concentrate their efforts on checking into the ‘who, what, when and where’ of the Black Knights, and leave the campers alone.

The FBI and ATF formed a joint team of investigators who were sworn to secrecy to take on the case; it was felt that other equally strange phenomenon had occurred, possibly involving other agencies of federal, state or municipal government. However it was doubtful they could be encouraged to talk, and for good and solid reasons, who would believe such an outlandish tale? However, if true, the place to begin was a search into the origins and identity of these Black Knights! Therefore the obvious place to begin was to check with an historian of middle age knighthood and begin moving forward.
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An incident involving the Defense Department was uncovered whereby a regiment of troops was sent into a rural area of Pennsylvania to retrieve a fallen secret satellite only to be surrounded by men on horseback, later reported to be the Black Knights. They had managed to overwhelm a disciplined, trained and well armed contingent of the U.S. Army; their firepower was said to be little more then a blinding flash of light which laid the men prostrate for more then an hour. The Pentagon as top secret, based upon the satellites presence, covered up the entire affair; the satellite was never located.

The investigation into the history of the Black Knights reveled little more then was commonly known, save that the subject arose again immediately after the War for Confederate Independence, otherwise known to Yankees as the Civil War. The investigating team uncovered a wartime drawing depicting a Black Knight, having been later made into a painting some years after the war. It was rumored that a number of fraternities and secret orders had emerged during those years, among which was one which had no name, but was known by locals as the Order of the Black Knights.

The investigators also discovered the painting had disappeared not long after it was illustrated in a local newspaper and has never been seen since. A number of strange and unusual incidents occurred involving the disappearance of Union Troops stationed in far Eastern Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia. Federal investigators at the time search for some clue as to their whereabouts in each case, but nothing was ever uncovered. There were attached reports which were never made public at the time involving Union Troops being surrounded by 13 horsemen dressed as Black Knights.

Each case sounded entirely similar to those few uncovered in our own time, even to the point of a blinding light which laid waste to everyone within the encirclement, save for the commander. It was as if these Black Knights were so confident of their power, they invited any possible report to higher authorities. More then likely these Knights were simply aware that those involved would be looked upon as crazy and their story unbelievable. But these revelations brought only more questions; how could such an order survive over a 144 years and what was the source of their enormous power?

Additionally how could the secret of this order survive over such an extended period of time and why were the numbers never more then 13 horsemen reported to be present in each case? Still these 13 men, if that is all there are, can neutralize an entire army without causing injury or death to anyone. What any general on earth wouldn't give to possess such a weapon! While at the same time there has been no evidence uncovered thus far to indicate these Black Knights can or will operate within the close confines of a crowed major city.

Convenient Deniability

Despite a growing number of cases involving the mysterious appearance of Black Knights mounted upon silver gray stallions and exhibiting enormous military prowess, the FBI and ATF closed the file on the case. However it was believed the reasons steam from the last appearance of the Order of the Black Knights. There was a hint the Defense Department demanded the investigation be terminated because of due to a possible compromise of classified information. Translated into plain English it meant that one of their black projects was threatened with annihilation and strongest security fence in the world had been breached.

There was absolutely no weapon in their arsenal, which could penetrate that of knights mounted on horseback, with nothing more then a sword and shield. The fear was not so much that of compromising classified information as it was of total humiliation that trillions of dollars in modern high tech weapons was like unto toys against the Black Knights. Also there was the case of threats made against the lives of civilians living in the area of the incident, should they reveal what had taken place. Therefore a shroud of secrecy was placed around the entire Black Knight affair and a U.F.O. story fabricated as a cover up.

Is there really an 'Order of the Black Knights' dating back approximately six centuries, possessing unknown and little understood weapons technology disguised as knightly armor, shield and sword or is this merely a fairy tale, repeated to where it has become a legend? There can be no definitive answer given here, for it is locked in the minds and hearts of those who bore witnessed their appearance. And it is unlikely these witnesses will ever speak of what they have seen, least they are mocked and scorned or even worse.
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However it is poetic that a secret black military project should be rendered prostrate before Black Knights riding silver gray stallions, while bearing weapons no more awesome then sword and shield. We should all stand amazed at what can be accomplished by a few good men, determined to make a difference. None-the-less we can only advise any potential tyrant; be alert for strange sights and noises, particularly in the still of the night, least you are paid a visit by the Order of the Black Knights.

God save the Confederacy

Chief Grey Eagle

Last of the Lakota Sioux War Chiefs!

Everyone knows the last great Indian War Chiefs lived and died in the 19th century and given modern times, there will likely be no more forever. Then came Chief Grey Eagle, a warrior who came from another time and place! Yet he was also a powerful warrior and leader in the here and now.
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Chief Grey Eagle has had emblazoned upon his heart, min and soul, the spirit of the Great War Chief of a long ago time. He would use his awesome leadership and commanding presence to mold the modern day Indian Nations and make of them a force with which to be reckoned. Join with us now as we travel to that time and place and meet Chief Grey Eagle, last of the Great Lakota Sioux War Chiefs.

There are those who believe the age of the Indian Warrior is long past - relegated to history. But the age of the mounted warrior riding across plains has yet another date with destiny. We travel to the Lakota Sioux Reservation, where a man-child has been born.

Tradition says he was born of the bloodline of the greatest of the Lakota War Chiefs, and their spirit dwells within him. It is said of this man-child that he shall stand in two worlds, with feet of iron. This unique prophecy has come to complete fulfillment, howbeit in a most unlikely manner.  

He was known by his people as Grey Eagle, a name that was derived from the color of his eyes. While his lineage was that of full blood Lakota Sioux, his eyes somehow had turned out solid gray. His family lives among a spread of trees atop a high ridge, overlooking a large valley below, with mountains in the distance.
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The hawk and the eagle fly overhead and the young boy grew into manhood, amazed at their power. Young Grey Eagle was like all boys his age, but often he would break away from the group and walk alone. Sometimes his mother gazing off into the distance would find him, as if in a trance. His only response was, I shall be like unto them, for I am Grey Eagle!
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A mother’s love understood that in some way her son was special. Even as a boy she knew, her son had the eyes of a warrior and a leader of men and she knew that someday her son would come to fulfill his destiny. His natural abilities seemed to be greater and stronger than other boys his age. He could see and hear with greater intensity, and his alertness was above those of his peers.

It was his mother who gave him the name 'Grey Eagle' because she said; "he has the eyes of an eagle." While young Grey Eagle's father worked long hours and worked hard to provide the necessities of life. His mother often took time to walk and talk with her son, as they would stroll among the trees and high places. Places, said Grey Eagle, "where I can hear the wind talk to me."
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As Grey Eagle grew into his teen years, he gained a great interest in the history of his people, and the great warrior leaders of the past. He also studied the ancient art of war, the bow and the lance. Soon the growing boy became an expert and was known among his people as a young warrior. Grey Eagle undoubtedly has the power of enormous commanding presence.

The other boys never made fun of him or picked on him, for he seemed to literally dominate the situation, howbeit in the manor befitting the early prophesies spoken of him while still a child. Still regardless of his growing influence he was kind and mannerly. When Grey Eagle turned 16 years of age, he attended a great pow-wow, a celebration of their tribal heritage and culture. The costumes and artifacts of his people were everywhere. But Grey Eagle's choice was to make every item according to the ancient ways of his people, and his work was most impressive.

It was on this particular occasion that Grey Eagle's life would completely change course. He had stopped along the way for refreshment when he met a soldier in uniform. The soldier was an Army Major, a war veteran, and a member of the elite Special Forces. Many medals of valor covered his chest, and Grey Eagle thought to himself; here is a true warrior.

He excused himself while asking to speak to the soldier, who was sitting alone. Afterward Grey Eagle made his decision; even at the age of 16 he had become an expert in the ancient Indian art of war. Now he must learn the way of the modern warrior. Grey Eagle was only 17 and 6 months when he graduated from High School, afterward he attended the Indian Junior College not far from his home.

Grey Eagle was still six months away from his 21st birthday when he walked into the Army Recruiting Office and sought to join. "I want to be in the Special Forces," he said! The Sergeant explained the process to him, that he would attend boot camp, then afterward if he were among the few qualified, he would be assigned to Special Forces Training.

The young Indian Brave took the opportunity and greatly excelled as he went through boot camp: Time passed and he found himself wearing the insignia of the Special Forces. He then sought to attend Officer Training School and gain his commission, which happened just as he had hoped.

The years past and Grey Eagle was eventually promoted to the rank of captain when war broke out in the Middle East. Grey Eagle was ready, and he knew it. Since some time ago when he was a boy back on the reservation, he knew this moment would come and he was ready. He would prove himself and earn the title Lakota Sioux Warrior, the greatest among his people.

The enemy paid dearly for waging a war, which involved Grey Eagle. Thousands of the enemy died at the hands of Grey Eagle, and even more of our own troops were spared from certain death. He return to the States in due course of time with his Chest covered with more medals of valor than were possessed by the Army Major that had impressed him so much when he was only 16 years of age.
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During his tour of duty in the army, he had become a small arms weapons and tactical expert. He also became an expert at turning the enemy technology against them and he could even fool our own night scopes and heat detectors. Some of those who fought with him even boasted that he could turn invisible.
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Grey Eagle had done well in the Army Special Forces, and became the youngest Major in Army Special Forces history. Still, he knew this was but a prelude to what destiny had in store for him. Something more waited for him, and he intended on finding out the answer to life's question: "Why am I here?"

When Grey Eagle returned home, he was welcome by his tribe as a returning hero; throngs greeted him. His people were mesmerized by his presence and couldn't seem to get enough of him. Whispers began to circulate, likening him to Crazy Horse and the other Great War Chiefs of the past.

It was at this time, when a delegation came knocking on his door, proposing that he seek to become a representative on the inter-tribal Council of the Indian Confederation. Tribal representatives came pleading with him to take a leadership position on the council. Grey Eagle did not say no, but first indicated he must be alone and consider the matter.

It was then, that Grey Eagle returned to the old familiar pathways of his youth. He spent his time in the woods and high places where he spent so much time during years gone by in meditation. It was night and the moon was full, the wind whispered among the leaves, and he could hear, as it were, a calling and a beckoning. It was at this time that he later claimed he saw a spirit come to him. The image of a Great Warrior Chief, and it said to him: "Grey Eagle - put on the robes of your forefathers, those of a War Chief and lead the Indian Nations.
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The time has now come, and you are now ready; the spirit of all the Great Warrior Chiefs will be with you. Your eyes shall be their eyes, and their wisdom shall be your wisdom. You shall become the greatest among the Great Warrior Chiefs of all time. An Indian leader like unto you Grey Eagle has never arisen before, nor shall it be so again hereafter." The Great War Chief reached out his arms and handed Grey Eagle a bundle, wrapped in ancient buffalo hide, and tied with ceremonial cords.

"Show no man its contents until you stand before the Indian Nations wearing what is therein. This shall be a sign unto you!" Then a great ‘war lance’ appeared in the spirits hand and he heaved it, so it stuck in the ground immediately before Grey Eagle. "When this lance is no more, your leadership will have ended, and you will depart in peace for it is the symbol of your power and authority."
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The spirit of the Great Warrior Chief disappeared, and Grey Eagle was again standing alone. While he stood looking upon the lance he knew that what he had seen was not merely his imagination, but the truth. As he pondered where his life had brought him and what was in store for him, he felt a nudge at his back.

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Then a second nudge, even harder! As Grey Eagle turned, there stood before him a great white stallion, saddled with an Indian warrior's blanket. He had to know for sure if this horse was intended for him or merely a coincident! He mounted the beast and at that moment he knew. Grey Eagle then took hold of the lance, and holding it high in the air, he began to speak aloud as if speaking to the wind: "I am Grey Eagle, last of the Great Lakota War Chiefs. Now I have earned the title - warrior! I shall restore the greatness of the Indian Nations!"

Grey Eagle kept his plans quiet in heart for a while, indicating only that he desired a meeting of the inter-tribal confederation, to be accompanied by as many of the Indian Peoples as could travel to the appointed location. But Grey Eagle was not idle, for he had gained permission from the Park Service to hold the meeting in none other place than the Little Big Horn Battlefield.

There must have been several hundred thousand people present that day, standing and seated upon the ground on a low quarter section of the battlefield. There was a gathering of tribal leaders from many of the Indian Nations at the top of the hill, Sioux, Blackfoot, Apache and Cherokee, just to name a few.
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Everyone waited, and the crowd was so large, even the park service expressed concerns. But Grey Eagle, their hero, had called the meeting, the day was beautiful, and a cool breeze blew across the Black Hills. When the time finally came for him to make his appearance, he was seen riding over the ridge, as if descending out of a misty cloud. Grey Eagle - Indian War Chief and now Chief of all the Indian Nations!

It was obvious to everyone who had gathered, he was not robed in a modern replica or look-alike costume, but in the real and legitimate robes of a powerful Lakota Sioux War Chief. He held the warrior's lance in his right hand, high and proud, as he rode up toward the top of the ridge. Pausing before the assembled tribal leaders, he threw the lance given to him by the Great Indian Warrior Spirit, so that it stuck in the ground before them; "Here is my answer," he said. "I am Grey Eagle, Chief of the Indian Nations and last of the great Lakota War Chiefs."

This day the Indian Nations are restored to their ancient ways, and will be taught and governed by Chief Grey Eagle, who shall unite all the tribes of the Indian Nations, and restore their honor. "You shall speak these words to all the Indian Peoples! Let any man who thinks otherwise step forward and defend his claim according to our ancient customs."

About then, a uniformed Park Ranger stepped forward, as if to take some kind of action. A Blackfoot Indian Warrior held out his arm to stop him: "I wouldn't do anything, if I were you." The Park Ranger quietly and without comment, stepped back into his place. The deed was done and history would record this moment as the time of honor and renewal of all the Indian Peoples.
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Never had any man spoken such words of power, not since the days when the Lakota Sioux were as the blades of grass that spread across the Black Hills. Never had any among our people heard such words, and given with such authority. About that time an old Indian lady, well past 80 years of age, walked slowly up the ridge and stood before Chief Grey Eagle, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face.

"I have waited for you Chief Grey Eagle, since the days of my youth, when they laughed at me saying; the great days are over. But you are here and now, it is time for me to depart in peace, for my life is fulfilled." The elderly lady slumped to the ground and died, there before Chief Grey Eagle, with a smile upon her face! Thus was born the last of the Great Indian War Chiefs, and greatest among the Lakota Sioux. And a leader of all the Indian Nations! The years of servitude and domination by the 'White Eyes' have come to an end!
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Some will wonder why the Lakota Sioux in particular and the Indian Nations in general are being honored on what otherwise is a Confederate Blogsite. There are many reasons, among them stands the suffering inflicted upon a people whose only crime was defending their families, homes and people.

Like the Confederate and Southern people they were arrogantly attacked! However in the process there was an ongoing attempt to literally drive them into extinction. Today these once brave and noble people have become dependants upon their conquerors, as a result they have become more like unto them then their own ancestors could have ever imagined.

While my family is predominantly Celtic, there is none-the-less a branch, which is of the Blackfoot Indian Nation. It has been passed down to our generation that our forefathers rode with Chief Crazy Horse. Thus honors are herein rendered to them, whose enemies where the same people who invaded, conquered, subjugated and practiced cultural genocide against the Confederate and Southern People.

God Save the Confederacy

Confederate Army of Georgia

Militia, Professional Army or Imagination!

This story was originally written in the late 1990’s so it is necessary to use that as a reference in understanding what is being described.  But I can only say what is described herein either did in fact happen, or else I was fooled by a few militiamen.  However, having had a 20 year military career, I did learn some things.
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However, it is for the reader to decide whether the story you are about to read is true, or if it is just another story of fiction!  Those who may read this story must understand, if you come to believe it really did happened, then I am at a loss for words to explain.  Let alone justify how it could have taken place!   Should you come to believe it did not happen, I can only say, we may in any case, be closer then anyone may think.

While my deep feelings of Confederate States patriotism and nationalism go back a long time, no action was contemplated.  Primarily because in those early years there seem to be no possible outlet for how I felt, and even less prospect of make it happen.  In the early 1990's several events took place, which would alter the equation forever.  This story deals with only a single aspect of these events and involves an experience which has not to date been told, until now.

My family and I had left Bay County Florida in route to Atlanta and decided to drive through the area of Fort Gordon Georgia, where her brother had at one time been stationed during the period of the Vietnam War. There was no particular reason to hurry in route to Atlanta and in any case we figured to stop at several places upon arrival, among which was the Stone Mountain Monument and the Atlanta Battlefield Park.  We never managed to make it to our second destination!  None-the-less this trip would prove to be a memorable event, which we would long remember.

Personally I have not driven through the area of Fort Gordon in a number of years and certainly had no particular reason to do so prior to the events, which are described in this story.  We had reached the vicinity of Fort Gordon and while it was not our destination we decided to stop for gasoline, maybe a fat burger and a coke.

We entered a restaurant alone the way having a local name which has long since slipped my memory.  Upon entering we couldn't help but to notice three young men perhaps in they’re mid-twenties wearing army U.S. Army combat camouflage fatigues.  There was no reason to take special notice at first so long as we were viewing these men from behind.  Upon paying the clerk the men turned around and politely greeted us on their way out of the facility.

There is no doubt in my mind the local people may well have never looked beyond the fatigues these men wore, and likely had not noticed their accoutrements.  They reminded me of an Army M.P. wearing what might be termed a 'Class A. Combat' Uniform.  Accept each had a different colored military scarf around their neck, red, yellow and sky blue.

But what caused me to be awe struck was the Confederate Battle flag patch high on their right sleeve, near the shoulder.  On the left side there was what seemed to be the real Georgia State Flag, though the angle did not permit a good view at the time.  My eyes were so fixed I am sure the men knew there was a glaze in my eyes!  This isn't real I thought!

These events probably happened in a matter of a few moments but it seemed longer to me, while it was happening. These soldiers had on the green camouflage fatigues, which were common prior to the First Gulf War, a green web belt and a C.S.A. Belt Buckle. There didn't seem to be any metallic objects whatsoever visible on their uniforms.  Even the belt buckles were of some alloy type material and matched the overall pattern of the uniform.

Their blacks ‘mid calf’ combat type boots, which were of a type common for the times.  Their caps were held in their hands, since they were still indoors, but I could see clearly they were the jungle type worn during the Vietnam War, though like their overall appearance, pressed and clean to an extreme.

Quickly it became obvious these were not U.S. Army troops, but before I could ask, they disappeared out the double doors of the restaurant and an opportunity was lost forever.  I pretended as though I hadn’t noticed as we proceeded to a booth and ordered a meal, as I considered in my mind what I had seen.  Maybe they were just a parade group just returning from practice?

After we finished our meal we made payment and departed! A short way down the highway we pulled into a popular gas station and began to fill up the tank before continuing our journey.  My mind was still on the three soldiers we had seen at the restaurant just a short time ago, about which I still pretend nothing unusual had happened.  Besides maybe it was my wild imagination!

Suddenly around the corner came those same three soldiers and having finished pumping gas I was not about to miss a perfect opportunity this time.  On the way inside I paused to ask them: Forgive me being a stranger in these parts, but I couldn't help noticing your uniforms and the Confederate flag insignias.  Are you three men active military and to what command are you assigned?

The soldier wearing the yellow scarf and cloth patch captain’s bars on his collars was obviously the spokesman for the three of them.  Good day sir, we are not active U. S. Army, but a special contingent of the Confederate Army of Georgia!  You will excuse me of course he said, but while the uniform is for everyone to see, who and what we are is classified.  Sufficient to say we are Confederates and what you are seeing is as real as it gets.  In effect we do our hiding in plain sight where precious few take special notice of us outside of coming to the wrong conclusion.

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The three men were polite and kind, allowing me to look and ask general questions about their uniforms, occasionally they used that word classified.  Soon we shock hands once more and parted company.  My guess is that locals considered them either part of the U.S. Army or some type of military drill team, which shows itself in parades.  But given the tone of their speech and their military bearing, I knew better.
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Besides I had spent a career in the Armed Forces and knew soldiers when I saw them.  These may not have been U.S. Army Soldiers, but they were definitely soldiers in somebody’s army.  Back at the restaurant my wife had excused herself, so she could not bear witness, while here at the gas station, she remained in the car to far away to hear what was being discussed.

Given these men's professional military demeanor it became obvious to me that while their scarf colors would have meant yellow (cavalry), red (artillery) and sky blue (infantry) during the War for Confederate Independence.  It was obvious to me, that these colors depicted officer, marines and army in today’s world.

Further it was certain there was a much larger contingent of troops scattered about Georgia, for the other flag insignia, which was not visible to me in the restaurant, could now be seen as the real Georgia Flag.  Then I thought to myself, what an absolutely brilliant tactic, the hiding of a Confederate Army in plain sight, and their mingled amongst so many military uniforms in the vicinity no one takes special notice.  By the time I had finished paying for my gas, the three soldiers of the Confederate Army of Georgia had departed.

We never saw these soldiers again, but I have since pondered and kept what had happen in my heart, knowing that somewhere out there is the modern ruminants of the Confederate States Army.  The actual name of this modern Confederate Army has never been reveled, thus the title 'Confederate Army of Georgia' is the only part of this story, which may be factious.  None-the-less this is an army which has arisen like the proverbial phoenix form the fire and ashes of war to exist directly under the noses of our occupation forces.  An army nseen and unheard like a deadly viper quietly moving trough the night, awaiting the time to strike.

We Confederates have several advantages in our time!  Those people have such overwhelming numbers and firepower in comparison to our having no means of self-defense.  Therefore they have developed a natural and deep seeded confidence, coupled with extreme arrogance.  Such a story as reveled here would bring only scoffing in total disbelief and would be dismissed as only a whopper told by wild eyed right wing radicals.  However in this case, unknown to them it is true!

God save the Confederacy

When the Moon is Full

We are all accustomed to the use of massive armies, marine’s, air and naval forces, multi-billion dollar aircraft carriers, high tech battle tanks, as well as assorted other machines of war. And into the foreseeable future these will continue to have their place, when free men find they are left with no other option, but to wage war against an aggressor. However, there will come a day when these things will not be enough, and those who ‘have the right stuff’ will of necessity, need to devise extra-ordinary methods, in order to secure their liberties.

As our story opens, the good citizens of the member states and territories of the Confederacy, now under occupation, discover under the most excruciating conditions, the true price of their liberties. Our story takes place during an unknown time in the not to distant future when free men will fight or bow to the tyrant! Join with us as we travel to that yet future time, as we look in on a military command, unlike any upon this earth! Who are these shadowy figures in the moonlight, rarely seen, accept When the Moon is Full, and then only at their own choosing!
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The Invisible Army
There is no such thing as a high tech gadget that cannot be overridden, closed down or fooled in some way; the following is a fictional story of such a thing taking place.

By George McCullum
It is Monday 17 June; the world we once knew has since been turned upside down! The Southern People have not, thus far, united in sufficient numbers so as to forge a strategy, whereby our liberties might be made secure, nor have they reestablished our beloved history, heritage and culture. At a time when the struggle could have been waged in the political and cultural arena alone, the moment was allowed to slip away. It seemed understandable at that time; good men wouldn’t want to stick their necks out, even though the economy was in shambles.

A new President would soon take office in January, and there was every confidence, he would turn things around! However, the percentage of the people dependence upon government benefits had increased steadily, thereby shifting the center of political power, whereby these very government dependents now constituted 58 percent of the electorate. As a result both houses of the U.S. Congress came under the control of the radical left, more properly, the socialists, if they were called by there proper name.

There numbers were such the liberals in the electorate have voted in a veto proof majority in both houses, and they were now able to place one of their own in the Presidency, rather then his opponent. The socialists now have the nation bound to where our individual rights exist in name only! Presidential administrative actions and regulations, issued under the guise of civil rights, equal treatment and fairness, has pretty much hamstrung constitutional government, and the growing federal goon-squads act more like a ‘Gestapo’ then a federal law enforcement.

Just about every facet of the lives of the citizens’ is now under scrutiny, including all forms of communication! Government cameras gave been mounted seemingly everywhere as well as smaller, hard to see drones in the sky above us! There exists a scenario whereby precious few people dare express an opposition to, or difference with, the administration. Howbeit, behind the scenes people have begun to waken, and are driven to seek the restoration of our lost freedoms, but the question is how, inasmuch as we the people lack the means.

The federals still proclaim, the people have the right to peacefully and freely assemble’, but in truth only in theory, for according to there socialist mindset, only those in agreement with administration, dare to meet openly. Plans for forming an opposition are discussed strictly in whispers, and in locations where there is a certainty they weren’t being spied upon. My hometown in Florida has become intolerable due to the overwhelming presence of the goon-squads, so I moved the family to a place outside of Madisonville Tennessee, near the Cherokee National Forest. I had been raised in the country during my boyhood years, so adopting to country life was not difficult, besides it was very peaceful.

Besides, the wife and I seemed to be in far better health, maybe it was the country air or the exercise, but whatever it was we both felt like taking walks from time to time. So one day we decided to do a little scouting in the area where we now lived, so we turned down a dirt road heading into the backcountry; it was late in the evening, we had paused along the way to take in the scenery. Since it was a beautiful moonlit night, we turned to each other in conversation, until something in the distance caught our attention. Across an open gorge atop a high hill, perhaps a mile or more away, we could see a long line of dark ghostly figures moving across the horizon, like shadows in the moonlight.

My wife Alice was a little spooked and decided she’d rather return to the house, ‘George she said, this makes me feel uneasy, I want to go home!’ I looked at her, then at the last of the shadowy figures passing in the distance, ‘they’re probably scouts taking a nighttime hike in the woods.’ I am sure the Park Rangers as well as the State Troopers know they are there.’ I knew within myself these men weren’t Boy Scouts, and at the same time; instinctively, I had a hunch they weren’t regular militia either. We turned and began our walk back to our cottage size home, as we did so I was turning the thoughts of what we had seen over in my mind, then and there I decided I had to know more.

After arriving back at the house I turned to Alice, ‘Alice I said, I am going to do a little snooping around, maybe I can find out who these people are, and what they are doing at the edge of the park this time of night.’ Alice didn’t seem to like the idea of me tracking down these people, whomever they were, ‘George your going to fool around out there and get yourself hurt, or worse. I am frightened, maybe something bad will happen!’ I could see the look on her face, ‘Alice, I’ll be careful, I promise, I’ll keep my distance!’ I gave her a loving hug and kiss then headed for the door, ‘this shouldn’t take very long honey, I figure to be back in a couple of hours.’

I slowly walked back down the road to the spot where Alice and I had seen the shadowy figures in the moonlight, high on the ridge, and after looking about in every direction I spotted a narrow overgrown pathway leading down into the gorge. The ridge was obviously further away then I first thought, since it took me approximately and hour to walk the distance. Once I reached the foot of the ridge, it took me a while in the dark to find the pathway up through, the heavy forest thicket, which blocked the light of the full moon. It took a real effort at my age to make the climb, but nonetheless being in fairly good shape, finally I found myself standing at the southern most end of the ridge.

As I looked toward the north end, the full of the moon and the clear sky, when added to a clearing in the forest, all these things together allow me to see fairly good for some distance ahead. Seemingly not more then a hundred yards ahead, more or less, I saw what was obviously the most beautiful black horse, which appeared to be a stallion, though I couldn’t tell for sure at this distance and at night? He was kicking his forelegs high in the air and whinnying, then after standing in place for a while, he disappeared in the forest, just north of his previous position. Suddenly the image of several men appeared in a clearing just ahead, on the very spot where the two of us had spotted the men earlier.

I moved slowly forward toward the clearing and the images of the three men, when just as suddenly, they disappeared again! I thought that perhaps they had stepped behind a clump of bushes or trees, but as I entered the clearing, I found no sign they had ever been there. While the moon was indeed bright, the light was not bright enough to see any possible footprints; in any case the foliage was thick enough to where tracking would have proven most difficult, even for an experienced tracker, which I was not. Finding a large convenient rock nearby I took advantage, and rested my weary bones; the time passed, and while it seemed like only a few moments to me, I am sure it was much longer.

The clearing where I had chosen to take my rest wasn’t all that large, and I could hear the sounds of the night about me, nothing really frightful; a nearby owl kept asking ‘who, who’, and feeling someone nearby, I had the same question in my mind, who. A raccoon ran across the open space not far away, but other then that, not much was happening. I was about to stand to my feet and walk a short way further, when a very gruff voice called out to me, ‘who are you and why are you trailing us?’ I dared not turn around but simply stood to my feet, ‘I, I, I, am, am, am, G-G-George M-M-McCullum and I was just curious, my wife and I saw you crossing the ridge in the moonlight.’
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Finally I got up enough courage to turn around, and did so quickly, but to my surprise there was no one to be seen anywhere, only the black stallion I had seen earlier, now standing quietly nearby. I looked about, considering that maybe I had imagined the whole thing, when just as sudden, nine men stepped out from the trees and into the clearing. They were military all right, but my own years of military experience lead me to believe, they were more then merely a militia. An officer stepped forward and stood in front of me, ‘now sir, it is my turn to ask a few questions, and just perhaps you might be able to answer, without scaring the daylights out of an old man.

Well grandpa, I am Colonel Lucas Marcellus of the Confederate Special Forces, at your service! The Officers and Enlisted men wore historic Confederate Rank Markings; a First Sergeant by the name of Lynn Chaney stepped forward, about to say something, when Colonel Marcellus reached out his hand, touching him on the chest, ‘it all right Lynn, I know this man’. ‘Who is he Colonel, replied the First Sergeant, don’t think I’ve had the privilege!’ The Colonel looked at the First Sergeant, then at me, ‘He’s George McCullum, one of four men responsible for launching the modern Confederate Movement in 1990. HJHHe has worked tirelessly since then for the Confederate Cause, you can believe me when I say he can be trusted!’

Mr. McCullum my friend, said the Colonel, ‘we are the ‘Invisible Army you envisioned!’ I looked at the Colonel, my curiosity growing by the minute, ‘How many of you are there Colonel Marcellus?’ Our army is divided into groups of two companies of 175 each, totaling 350 men, each of the companies have two nine man special Forces, attached. We have roughly 25,000 troops scatter over 16 States, and they are not merely militia, but rather the reformed Armies of the Confederacy. Once our government has been restored, we shall report to the Confederate States President, as Commander in Chief.’

Colonel, as much as I’ve strived towards that day, still, I must say, ‘you will never be able to defeat those people, by force’! The Colonel smiled, then responded, thanks you your advice, however that won’t be necessary; you once stated, never send an army to do what a few special men can do better. Tell our friend, Sergeant Major, how we fight as well as our motto, ‘Yes sir; Mr. McCollum, no one outside of ourselves and now you, know we even exist, we take on the enemies of the Confederacy anywhere, anytime. We arrive unseen; eliminate the enemy then withdrawn, unseen!’ I looked at the First Sergeant, ‘what about cameras, satellites and ease dropping devices?’

The Colonel broke in at this point, ‘I’ll answer that question, ‘the empire also has special forces commands, however as good as they are, and they are magnificent, our tactics begin where there’s end. We have learned to defeat their devices, thus they see only what we wish them to see, nothing more, nothing less!’ How do you move about so quickly, and to such distant locations, I asked? The Colonel again smiled, ‘that George is classified, even to you, for your own protection, you don’t want to know more!’ The Colonel turned to a Private by the name of Lain Barnard; ‘Private tell the man why we fight!’

The Private stepped forward, obviously not accustomed to vocalizing his strongly held sentiments! ‘The Grand ole Republic became an Empire because of Abraham Lincoln, and has now chosen to suppressing our liberties. We must either bow to their will and march in lockstep to their arrogant socialism, or else stand ready to fight for our freedoms – Numquam Posthac.’ Private Barnard turned to Colonel Lucas Marcellus, Colonel; he saluted then returned to his place! Looking at the Colonel I asked, ‘perhaps you can tell me about that black stallion I saw, first in the moon light from the roadway, then in the clearing just a few moments ago.’

The Colonel smiled again as he replied, ‘the stallion is my horse Mr. McCullum, and he serves as a showpiece as well as bait once and a while; however, I do ride him from time to time! I sat down and lowered my head for a moment, rubbing my face with my hands, as I did so I could hear the Colonel say, ‘perhaps our motto might explain some things, that is - Numquam Posthac. I thought quietly to myself as I turned all these things over in my mind, if only for a moment, but finally I looked up again. But to my surprise and awe, the nine men who were only moments before speaking to me were now gone, with no sign left behind, as to how they had existed the area so quickly.

I moved about the immediate area for a short while, seeing if I could somehow detect where they went and how they had managed to disappear so quickly. But finding nothing, I turned and walked slowly toward the southern end of the ridge toward the pathway leading down, thereby heading toward the roadway and home. The next day the news was filled with the story of the destruction of a major training and communications base set up by the federal goon squad, to suppress the Southern People. Absolutely no sign was found as to who had done the deed or how they managed to penetrate the massive security network, even more humiliating to the Empire, the bases own munitions were used.

As Alice and I sat drinking coffee, concentrated on the television news, showing on a number of stations; I couldn’t help but speculate that just maybe, the Invisible Army was carrying out their motto – Numquam Posthac – Never Again. If so, hey had obviously given a firm and unmistakable answer to the suppression of our rights, by what was now being referred to as The Federal Gestapo. In opposition, our Men in Gray had finally returned, and for now the names of our heroes must remain unknown; nonetheless, it wouldn’t take the Southern People long to realized, a very powerful force had arisen in their defense.

Alice and I decided to set our home brewed coffee aside and go out for breakfast, our choice was a place known locally as ‘Grandma’s Coffee Shop’, as we entered and took our seats, we couldn’t help notice the chatter about us. I had decided it was best to say nothing of what I knew, precious little to Alice and certainly not to those round about in the coffee shop. Besides I was sure the Federals had the place pegged, and among those people gathered in this modest size coffee shop, was likely a few who were Agents of the Federal Gestapo. Still, I smiled within myself as I listened; these people, common everyday folks, were identifying themselves in terms of the Confederacy and of Tennessee.
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The words of our beloved President Jefferson Davis came back to me where he said, "The principle for which we contend is bound to reassert it's self, though it may be at another time and in another form." And at another time he said, "The contest is not over, the strife is not ended. It has only entered upon a new and enlarged arena." The situation is indeed different in our time, and according to the words of Jefferson Davis, the Confederate Cause has indeed taken a different form. But alas, conditions have come full circle, and the Yankees will now have to pay for their aggressive and illegitimate war as well as the victory they celebrate, at our expense. Then our people shall write the history of our time?

God save the Confederacy

The Darkest Day

How could it come to such this?

The time will inevitably come wherein the citizens of the member States and territories of the Confederacy will find their options limited, as they face the unavoidable; either they shall be among those who rule, or else stand with those who are ruled by others. They will become a world-class power or become ever more subservient to those who hold power over them. While this is a lawful peaceful scenario, nonetheless, the issue remains, will we avoid loosing the few liberties we now enjoy, or will we rise up as a people and confront the Yankee Pharaoh.

We either embrace the Cause of the Confederacy with zeal, or in due course of time we will be reduced to the equivalent of slavery, howbeit by another name. Our choices are simple, rise up and liberate the Confederacy, or else face extinction; there is no third option; those who cannot now comprehend the urgency, will surely do so when it is to late. The following example confronts this very issue of what will happen if we continue along our present course of divisiveness, stalemate and inaction.
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Another Confederate, Union War

"The article you are about to read describes a scenario not unlike that which may happen; if complacency, procrastination and compromise continues, and the Southern People refuse to rise up in sufficient numbers politically, in defense of those things Confederate and Southern. This short article is published in order to deliver a strong message, if possible. My prayer is that we may do so in time, thereby collectively preventing such an occurrence!"

Let us visit that yet future ‘Darkest Day’ that we might see, if possible, what it would be like! The Confederate and or Southern People for whatever reason has thus far stood without any form of national leader, a leadership able to rally the masses in support of our cause. Additionally they have thus far refused to rise up in defense of those things for which their own forefathers fought, suffered, bled and died in agony. Still they instinctive knew that unless conditions changed, our people would surely fall into an even deeper complacency, procrastination and compromise then before. Thereby the light of our movement would grow dimmer, as our cause faced the real and imminent likelihood of extinction.

Nonetheless they refused to heed the signs, particularly the various organizational leaders, who should have known better, failed to take a strong and decisive stance, outside of divisiveness. Given their mindset, it was not at all surprising that we heard precious little from them, save for the rare chatter over the internet, as well as those occasional boastings over meaningless issues, issues unrelated to a strategy for ultimate victory. These leaders produced precious little outside of well-written clichés and fancy speeches! While they malingered, many among our numbers having been inspired to join, believing the movement held out a viable promise of ultimate victory, began to drift away.

As a result of these as well as other conditions, there came a dark day the likes of which has never been known in the Southland, which is referred to by those few old enough to recall, as The Darkest Day. This day is even now memorialized among the few among our numbers, with mourning and remembrance; like one would the day of a funeral, with all the appropriate ceremonies. Looking back on it now, it all began when a District Federal Court handed down harsh ruling, which had the effect of sanctioning the outlawing of our history, heritage, culture and symbols, as it relates to the Old South and the Confederacy. The effects of this ruling at that time was placed on hold temporarily pending appeal, eventually the case was brought before the U.S. Supreme Court.

The Confederate people at that time held out some small measure of hope that perhaps the Supreme Court would overturn the lower Courts, but this did not take place. It was on this the darkest of all days that the Supreme Court handed down its infamous decision based upon a seven and two ruling! In short the ruling stated; "Confederate and Southern history, heritage, culture and symbols, as well as all things related thereto, represent hate, bigotry and prejudice. Therefore it is considered both lawful and constitutional, to forbid the promulgation, display or teaching of the same."

The effects of this ruling were immediate, and it found our enemies boasting, while gleefully sticking out their chests with great celebration. Merry making broke out all across the land, spilling out into the streets with dancing, drunkenness, noise making and the honking of horns, particularly in the many liberal and black households and neighborhoods. Those we formerly called scalawags, traitors and carpetbaggers stated in their self-righteous tones, " We told you so, all things Confederate and Southern are now legally considered hate, prejudicial and bigotry. We were right all along!"

These events were quickly followed by civil law suites against any organization or group, remotely connected to those things Confederate and Southern. Many of our Confederate and Southern organizations found themselves in a desperate situation. Their leaders and members alike are hauled into civil as well as federal court. Organizational as well as individual bankruptcy and even suicides followed as families are torn asunder. The mere ownership of a Confederate flag, symbol, book, periodical or bumper sticker, other then possibly as a museum piece, is found to be enough to bring suspicion upon an individual.

Companies and businesses, which manufactured, distributed and sold various Confederate or Southern items found them selves picketed, many were even stoned or burned. Then came that horrible night in the United States, which was equivalent to the 'Night of the Broken Glass’ made famous just prior to the outbreak of the Second World War. Few if any candidates or politicians could resist jumping onboard the anti-Southern, anti-Confederate bandwagon, as full blown witch hunts against Confederates filled the court dockets, keeping law enforcement agencies working overtime.

Harsh sentences were handed down against those unlawful citizens who would dare to hold onto any semblance of those things Confederate and traditionally Southern. Those who had formerly preached militancy in the form of militias as the answer to our predicament suddenly found their day in the sun had finally arrived, and the option of military resistance suddenly seems viable, even preferable. This growing militant sector of the Confederate population flowered and grew like weeds in a fertile field. Militias in the member States and territories of the Confederacy as well as other likeminded groups elsewhere, found themselves growing into massive numbers.

It is during the early phase that a man arrived upon the scene known simply as 'The Gray General.' He was known initially only through rumors and wild stories, which for the most part were found to be unbelievable. The existence of such a man is after all impossible, since the story is was never backed by any solid evidence, sound information, pictures or any identification as to who this mystery man might be. It has been said, if he truly exists, which is doubtful, where is he? Let him show himself! While at the same time, regardless of the disbelief these stories do turn out to be true!

He quietly and without public notice organizes, trains, unites, expands and equips the various militias into a national class military fighting force. A task which will eventually amaze generations yet unborn, this due in large part to his tactics in carrying out his mission, while casting doubt upon his own existence. He somehow brought about a change in the structure of militias from separate and scattered units to that of a single organized army, answering to a State and National chain of command. An army headed up by a General Staff at various levels!

This army ended up advocating those very things for which our movement has thus far been unwilling to defend in the public arena, and under a single national leadership command structure. This man known here, as 'The Gray General’ soon became the 'Commander - Unified Confederate Forces' and came to be known throughout the militias as "U.C.F." Unknown to the mass propaganda media, they themselves would unwittingly become the instrument whereby the U.C.F.'s command orders were communicated throughout this new Confederate Army. This would be accomplished through the use of planted and baited stories carried in the mass media press!

Many millions of Confederates who have previously refuse to stand up for the cause for various illegitimate reasons, suddenly found the time and inclination to do so, now that life itself is on the line. Suddenly and without realizing, our occupational armed forces became the training grounds for a ‘reborn’ Confederate States Armed Force. Those people unknowingly ended up training our Confederate Troops, as well as arming and equipping them with the latest technology, simply because so many of them wound up doing so, as it were, under cover. This situation developed behind the scenes while celebrations and court litigations at every level were taking place, as Confederates organized ever so quietly and completely unnoticeable by the public, or the various government agencies.

Those people's own military and governmental structure becomes totally infiltrated, an event which itself continues on course and totally unnoticed. Thus those peoples own military and police forces, gradually begin to switch loyalties and pass into the status of a Confederate Command. Those peoples own oath of allegiance is eventually used as a weapon against them! This occurred within both political and militarily arena, based upon as a result of their own enforcement, and of a twisted interpretation as to the letter of the law in regards to the text of their Yankee Constitution, particularly in regards to the provisions of the 10th amendment.

Many of their own people while in key positions of power are accused of supplying confederate literature and materials. Interesting enough it is our own people who bring these charges in order to have certain individuals removed from power! During this period of time the international involvement of our occupational forces both in the diplomatic and military arenas, hold the complete and undivided attention of the public. Thereby the creation and growth of our Confederate Armies had unfolded without the civil population taking any particular or special notice. Additionally there were only be a few individuals among the many developing militia commands who managed to realize the full impact of what was taking place.

These developments eventually came as a total surprise, even to our own growing Confederate military forces commanders. This process was so well orchestrated it has thus far turn out to be similar to the story of the Trojan horse! The Unified Confederate Forces already has become a formidable and dynamic force, long before their existence is even realized, and well before those people began to comprehend, that the Confederates have penetrated the walls of the empire. They are even now moving about as members of the Active, Reserve and National Guard Commands, drilling and holding key positions.

Even while using 'those peoples' own command and communications networks, in behalf of our Unified Confederate Forces. This has come to pass in the guise of normal household traffic! The most effective strategy in this struggle had been, in the normal course of operations, handed to our modern Confederate Officers, when our occupational forces institute a program of cleansing the military of all rudiments of those things confederate. These tactics came as a direct result of the Supreme Court Ruling! However, the process in this case has in this case been turned against those people, resulting in a reversal of what began as our ultimate defeat, and transforming it into a strategy for victory.
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The result has been that our officers will be placed in command of large and critical areas of 'those peoples' own armed forces. Once the complete scenario is in place, the darkest of all days will then come upon our occupation forces. The doors of the Trojan horse will then begin to swing opened, releasing the dogs of war and a war the Confederates will surely win. However not at all for the reasons most of our people might believe! Using the example in the title of the movie First Blood, one side or the other eventually becomes the first to shed blood. The outbreak of war began when a National Guard Unit is activated and ordered to quail an 'out of control urban celebration', which was then underway in a certain Southern university town.

The party had developed into a riot, which was brought on by over zealous celebrators, as a result of the Supreme Court decision! Unknown to the many partygoers the National Guard Unit has been totally infiltrated by loyal Confederate troops, so their intention was to crush the riots, and do so very quickly upon arrival. These troops were believers in peaceful protests to be sure, but were not about to tolerate the destruction of their own towns and cities. Therefore the rioters goaded them upon their arrival, even throwing homemade gasoline grenades at the troops, inevitably provoking the National Guardsmen into necessarily responding.

Thereby allowing the National Guard no option, but to open fire with various automatic weapons. The war therefore began out of a necessity for self defense against armed, and out of control rioters! The ongoing destruction of property, looting and bloodletting by the rioters was soon brought to an end, resulting in approximately 5,500 dead among their numbers. Later it was discovered that about two thirds of those killed in the riots had been bussed in from northeastern States for the sole purpose of ensuring the Supreme Courts ruling would be immediately enforced. Until they allowed their celebrating to get out of control, and it became a case of mass destruction and chaos!

The war would turn out to be devastating for both sides, resulting in a 25 percent Confederate loss of both the Confederate forces as well as the civilian population. Beyond a doubt the Yankee side faired much worse, suffering approximately 40 percent loss in all categories! While the Confederate forces had been out numbered four to one, the Confederate victory had been attributed to better generals and tactics. Thereby rather then fight a concentrated, confrontational war, as their Confederates forefathers had done during the War for Confederate Independence, the modern day battle strategy had been to decentralize.

Whereby in earlier days we hurtled our troops against what amounted to a wall of musket fire and grape shot, in what amounted to a series of death charges. This time around, our forces had adopted a guerrilla war strategy, using the tactic of hitting the enemy unexpectedly, and where it hurts most! Confederates had attacked such places as fuel dumps, railroad engines, munitions warehouses, power plants, as well as communications, and in particular, striking at the area very area of their vulnerability, their dependency on computer systems and technology.

Our forces had carried out a series of 'strike and disappear raids’, doing so often and repeatedly, until the enemy suffered an untenable rate of personal and re-supply losses, with little to show for a gain. Our generals would then scatter our attacks in such a manor, so as to ensure the war is not fought merely on Southern soil, but so it would be extremely devastating to the enemy’s own homeland. Thereby taking the war directly to the aggressor own backyard! Politicians on both sides had thus far been kept busy throughout the war, forging coalitions with various allied nations.

Attempting to ensure that neither side is attacked by outside forces in an attempt to take advantage of the situation! The greatest of all wars had begun in what will eventually become known as the 1,000-day war, which culminated in a negotiated peace. This negotiated peace was arrived at on the strictest on terms, and favorable to the Confederacy, thereby making possible the independence of our nation, the Confederate States of America. The terms of the negotiated peace turned out to be a very costly affair from the viewpoint of our occupation forces.

The Confederate side managed to agree among other items to a policy of no militarized borders, however the United States inevitably accepted the entire undesirable, illegal immigrants, as well as the return of its own carpetbaggers, scalawags and traitors from the Confederacy. Since the Yankees encouraged and promulgated homosexuality and racial preferences, they were also required to accept these same people as permanent guests, within their own borders.

"The story you have just read is quite unbelievable, which will make its coming to pass even more likely. Just as in a 'stage play' actors play their part, based upon his or her own individuals talents and sense of honor, or lack thereof. These things, like the stage play, will be caused to happen, they will not take place by happenchance!"

God save the Confederacy