Cmdr. Gravez0r
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This is PART of the first chapter for a book CONCEPT. If you like it, express interest.
The most important sentence is the last...
2020: Partial Chapter 1, rough draft
March 20, 2020 was a significant date for many reasons. In Washington, DC, it was noted because it was the day on which the Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America was rendered null by an Executive Order from the President in the wake of horrific massacre on a college campus.
It was also later found to be the day on which the last known living American veteran of the Second World War passed into eternity, brought down by an illness peculiar to men of that age group that had finished off the Greatest Generation.
To the rest of the world, that day was remembered as the first day of The Sightings.
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The first recorded Sighting was in Bastogne, Belgium. A 98-year-old Belgian by the name of Anders Reijnstad rose around 5:00 AM local time, pushed out of bed by the aches of arthritis and insomnia. He began his habitual walk through the surrounding countryside, taking note as he always did of the places where the skirmishes, battles, and shellings had taken place during the War. He reflected, as always, how lucky he had been to survive those terrible days. As he crested a small knoll near the road leading east from town he paused to listen for the distant rumble of trucks and the creaking of the tracks of tanks.
For the first time in almost 75 years, he heard them.
He would never forget those sounds as long as he lived. And he was hearing them again.
From around the bend in the road a few hundred yards away came a half-track filled with men, their olive-drab helmets glinting dully in the morning light. The gears ground as it charged up the road, followed by Willys Jeeps, trucks, and Sherman tanks, all adorned with the same dark green paint and the unmistakable white star of the United States Army.
The convoy drove right past him. They were the vehicles he had seen a hundred times during the war years, filled with young Americans ready to take on the enemy. These were the same. Their guns were clean and oiled, their faces red with the morning cold, the smoke from their cigarettes was trailing behind them. Never for a moment did Anders Reijnstad think these were apparitions or ghosts. No, they were real…but he was so astonished that all he could do was stare through the exhaust as the convoy roared through the town center of Bastogne. Later, other witnesses confirmed that the unexplainable phenomenon had come through town, continued down the road, and inexplicably vanished into thin air after half a mile.
They were headed west.
The most important sentence is the last...
2020: Partial Chapter 1, rough draft
March 20, 2020 was a significant date for many reasons. In Washington, DC, it was noted because it was the day on which the Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America was rendered null by an Executive Order from the President in the wake of horrific massacre on a college campus.
It was also later found to be the day on which the last known living American veteran of the Second World War passed into eternity, brought down by an illness peculiar to men of that age group that had finished off the Greatest Generation.
To the rest of the world, that day was remembered as the first day of The Sightings.
***********
The first recorded Sighting was in Bastogne, Belgium. A 98-year-old Belgian by the name of Anders Reijnstad rose around 5:00 AM local time, pushed out of bed by the aches of arthritis and insomnia. He began his habitual walk through the surrounding countryside, taking note as he always did of the places where the skirmishes, battles, and shellings had taken place during the War. He reflected, as always, how lucky he had been to survive those terrible days. As he crested a small knoll near the road leading east from town he paused to listen for the distant rumble of trucks and the creaking of the tracks of tanks.
For the first time in almost 75 years, he heard them.
He would never forget those sounds as long as he lived. And he was hearing them again.
From around the bend in the road a few hundred yards away came a half-track filled with men, their olive-drab helmets glinting dully in the morning light. The gears ground as it charged up the road, followed by Willys Jeeps, trucks, and Sherman tanks, all adorned with the same dark green paint and the unmistakable white star of the United States Army.
The convoy drove right past him. They were the vehicles he had seen a hundred times during the war years, filled with young Americans ready to take on the enemy. These were the same. Their guns were clean and oiled, their faces red with the morning cold, the smoke from their cigarettes was trailing behind them. Never for a moment did Anders Reijnstad think these were apparitions or ghosts. No, they were real…but he was so astonished that all he could do was stare through the exhaust as the convoy roared through the town center of Bastogne. Later, other witnesses confirmed that the unexplainable phenomenon had come through town, continued down the road, and inexplicably vanished into thin air after half a mile.
They were headed west.
