“Ships sir. These are ships.” Coming Home:
“How are you doing Mary?” John asked. “We are doing fine sir.” The seating was something you would find on
a first-class commercial jet. Headrest and the ability to stretch out. Sam went to sleep first, then the boys. They had done their jobs. The boys had gotten Mary her coffee and cookies
from the replicator. Complete with napkins. When plates and napkins were done, they went
back into the replicator, and with the door closed and a pink button pushed,
all the refuse
disappeared being stored inside a collector to be used again later for other things. John had ordered six hundred replicators. Kevin had promised to get them to him before
Thanksgiving. Lockheed was making about 100 per day and
so far, had not needed to advertise to keep their factory busy. John was thinking at $34 each they could sell
them at Herb’s hardware store for $50. Herb would need the sales as the replicators
could make many of the do-dads and thingies he sold every day.
“What are you thinking about sir?” Mary asked. “The boys were pretty smart. They asked for a dozen Chocolate chip cookies
and the machine didn’t know what they were. They had taken the last cookie and set it
in the replicator. They pulled out their sample and pushed the
“make” button, hit 12, and out comes a dozen cookies on a plate with a half dozen
napkins.” John was also thinking about the Trillions
Lockheed had received over the years that Kevin had acknowledged. Before becoming President o
f Lockheed, Kevin
held the position of VP of the Computer Division for ten years. That division also ran the computers of our
old government in Washington DC. Kevin had given John a thumb drive with every
invoice that had been given to the old USA. As he agreed with John, there is and should
never be no such thing as an “Unsupported Adjustment!” as an expense item in our government’s expenses. “They were warm just like they came out
of the oven.” Mary giggled. “Are there any cookies left?” Sam a
sked waking up. “No, but there is a little coffee left.” Mary giggled, “Lily can you send to the
replicator for another order of twelve chocolate chip cookies on a plate with 6 napkins on
the side?” Mary asked. “Yes, Captain!” Lily responded. 20 seconds later a little ding went off. “Way cool,” Sam said as he unbuckled his
seat harness, getting up to get the cookies and another coffee. “What is your plan, John?” The Admiral asked. “We park the planes...” “Ships sir. These are ships.” Mary giggle
d. “So, corrected. We park these “ships” in the center of
town. We will let the Minute Men and Women guard
them.” John laughed, “I will buy all of you the
best steak in the country.” John looked behind and saw that Ben and Willy
were still sleeping, “After the steak, we will take a dozen with us to give you Admiral
and your best pilots a chance to learn some strategies ... if we have another battle.” “Sir we just crossed into Washington and
are about 200 miles from Omak and I’m picking up a plan
e at about 22,000 feet just ahead
of us and about a quarter-mile to our west.” John and the Admiral both looked at each other
and said, “Bomber!” “All ships go to cloak.” Mary said, “Rise to 22,000 feet and slow
to the speed of the plane on our radar.” John pulled out his phone and dialed 911,
“Control here Mr. President. This is Vince Goodall; how can I help you.” “We are bringing our 144 Spaceships into
the center of town. I plan on parking them where the RV’s and
the cars from Seattle first p
arked when we came into Omak.” John said. “We have an unidentified plane at around
23,000 feet.” Vince informed, “We do not see you on the
radar.” “Vince, we see it and are going up to match
its flight altitude. How are you able to see the plane?” “Sir, we moved Wally’s radar into town
and now have it fed into control,” Vince reported. “You guys have been busy.” John said back, “Just to answer your question,
the 144 spaceships are cloaked.” “OMG, thank you, sir. The Rader sir, about 40 of us wit
h no family
to celebrate Thanksgiving with got together and had a great time at Sou’s. Someone suggested it needed to be done and
we all agreed. We worked 24 hours a day for three days and
it seems to be working fine. It needs final adjustments.” “Vince, we don’t know what is going to
happen, but we feel that plane is carrying a big bomb. We can stop the plane, but we would like to
know who is behind this.” “Mr. President, sorry to interrupt, we have
the plane on visual.” Mary shared. “What is t
hat?” John asked, “Vince, we have the plane on
visual. I will get back to you.” “10-4”
“Mr. President, it is a Convair B-58 Hustler strategic bomber. Retired in 1970.” Lily responded. The Admiral said, “It’s a f___ing antic. Sorry, Mary. Lily when did that plane first get manufactured? “It’s alright sir, that thing retired
before my grandfather made captain.” Mary said, “Speed is at around 600 miles
per hour. We should be over Omak in twenty minutes.” Mary had her game face on. This certainly ap
peared to be another bogie. “Admiral, The B-58 was first introduced
on March 15, 1960. Max speed is listed as Mach 2.” Lily shared. “Was there any mention of the type of radar
it carried?” The Admiral asked. “No sir!” Lily answered. The time seemed to slow way down. It seemed forever to get to Omak. A few miles out the Convair slowed to 500
miles per hour. “Attention all ships,” Mary said into
the mic. When a very large bomb attached to the fuselage
dropped from the plane, Mary announced, “All s
hips fire at that bomb, now!” There was a lot of smoke and a big flash of
light as 144 lasers disintegrated whatever that canister contained. The pilot of the B-58 was turning to a south
heading increasing speed to 1,000 miles per hour. “Shall we follow it?” The Admiral asked John. “Mary send two ships so one can stay out
of radar range and charge its batteries,” John suggested. “Good idea sir.” Mary keyed the mic, “Zelda?” “Yes, Commander.” The response was heard. “Who is your wing mate?” Mary
asked. “Yama sir,” Zelda replied. “You and your wing mate follow that plane
and report back when and where it lands. One of you stays back far enough to recharge
the batteries then take the lead position while the other drops back to recharge.” “Understood sir!” Zelda and Yama both replied, “We will maintain
stealth.” “10-4 Zelda and Yama!” Mary passed over the mic. “It didn’t blow up. We’re still alive.” Sam said as if he was still in a daze. “That much laser power disintegrated everything
befo
re the trigger could fire the bomb.” Mary shared, “Lily is there any increase
in radiation?” “414% increase Captain.” Lily reported, “The ship’s shields are
disintegrating the radiation now.” “Sir it will be minor. I suggest all personal shower before eating
and or bed tonight.” Lily advised. “What if we transport out of here without
even opening the hatch, Lily?” John asked. “That would be ideal sir. Then we can continue to work with the shields
to neutralize all radiation from all the ships.”
Lily answered. “We need to put all ships on quarantine
until Lily tells us it is safe. The children are going to be all over these
ships. Let’s Park them in the valley until they
are safe.” John suggested. “Valley sir?” Sam asked as John nodded and reached for his
phone. John made a phone call, “Vince the bomb
is no longer a major threat. We are dealing with a minor radiation problem
now from disintegrating the bomb. We got a bit of radiation on the outside of
the ships. We are going to park the
m in the valley where
the mercenaries were held up until the radiation is lessened or neutralized.” “How can we help Mr. President?” Vince asked. “We are going to transport into town. I’m hungry for a good steak at Sou’s. Can you get hold of Governor John Nation and
his brother County Executive Billy Nation? Ask them to bring their families and I will
buy them lunch at Sou’s.” John said, “General Frank and his family
too.” “Will do Mr. President. I’m glad you’re home. I’ll make the calls now.” V
ince added. “Lily, what is your best estimate to neutralize
the radiation?” John asked. “One to two hours sir at full shielding,”
Lily responded. “Lily, will we do any harm to the planet
if we land?” John asked. “That is a possibility, sir.” Lily paused, “Recommend we stay at 10,000
feet sir until radiation is clear.” “Will the radiation be neutralized, or will
it be shed and fall to the ground?” “It will be neutralized, becoming safe for
all plants and animals Mr. President,” Lily answered. “We
can transport from 10,000 feet. Take us to a hover over Omak in that case.” John directed, “All agreed!” “Daddy, I need to pee,” Willy said. He and Ben had awakened with the shooting. “See you guys at Sou’s. Sam, get them there, okay?” John said as he and the boys were transported
to the sidewalk outside of Sou’s Family Restaurant. When they walked into Sou’s a man yelled,
“The President is here!” Sou’s was full for the noon lunch crowd. Willy and Ben ran to the “Men’s” room. John started calli
ng people by name as he
shook their hands. The greetings were happy and proud. The questions were, “We saw the U-Tube video. That was you and the boys fighting those ISIS
folks?” Another question was, “We heard we have
Spaceships now?” He was slowly making his way to his big table. At the table was a black box that was plugged
into the wall outlet and Sou’s son George handed John a mic. There was also a little 3’ X 3’ platform
that would allow John to be 18” higher for all to see. “Thought you m
ight want to give us an update
sir?” George pleaded. “Thank you, George. This is great.” John stepped up onto the platform and realized
his head was 6” from the ceiling. He looked at George and gave him a thumb’s
up sign that it was perfect. He turned back to the lunch crowd, “Is Seth
here?” When John recognized Seth, he said, “Can
you join us? I think you would like some good news?” Everybody laughed. “I’m coming now sir,” Seth answered. “For a summary of what Seth is going to
report. With the
help of the Russians and Chinese,
there is no more ISIS in the Korean Arena. The threat has been eliminated. On another matter, we have just received 144
F-335’s that are indeed Spaceships. They will fly at 24,000 miles per hour. They will circle the moon and the earth and
one of them has gone to Mars and Pluto and back. On that Pluto trip, the pilot said he averaged
76,000 miles per hour in space.” “Aside note, as we were flying in, we stopped
an exceptionally large bomb from being dropped on o
ur homes.” Many of the people were alarmed at this news. John waited until it quieted again, “From
this point forward, I will have a fleet of these spaceships on guard 24/7 to make sure
that will never happen in the future. We are just stopping in to have a nice meal
and then going to meet with the President of Russia in Hawaii for a few days. We will be back. I hate to say this, but I do miss the snow. Seeing it again makes me homesick.” Another laugh from the lunch-goers. John had seen Willy a
nd Ben come up beside
him. Sam and the gang were coming in the front
doors, “I am immensely proud of my sons. I am here today because of their actions. They saved the Abraham Lincoln Aircraft Carrier. Because of their new abilities and with the
use of those abilities we stopped another Suicide Fanatic with a plane with another
bomb from landing on the flight deck and blowing all of us up.” John waited again for some quiet, “With
us today is Mary Kennady. She is one of the best if not the best pi
lot
in the world. Give her a hero’s welcome.” John waited a bit before continuing. “Let me tell Seth more of the stories so
he can sell some papers.” John got down from the little platform and
the applause was loud enough for Willy to cover his ears. When the crowd saw Sam and Mary Kennady, they
stood and clapped again. The Marines and Mary Kennady were amazed at
the love they felt as they moved through the restaurant, following Sam and the Admiral. When they were seated a man with red hair
came
up to the table. He pulled out of his pocket many big fat cigars,
“Gentlemen, I would like to offer you a cigar to share in the news about the arrival
of my new son. I’ve called him John.” “Willis, how are your wife and new son doing?” John asked. “I was concerned when she went into labor
without the First Lady here. Virginia was called, and she came and handled
everything. The birth was simply fine. I got me a little carrot top man. He doesn’t cry, but he sure has a set of
lungs for him to let
us know when he needs attention.” Everybody laughed. “You didn’t make him a junior?” John asked. “Oh, yes sir. John Willis MacGregor is his name.” Willis MacGregor sounded every bit like a
true Scotsman. “Admiral, Sam, Mary, and Marines, this is
our county Sheriff Mac and he better call me John. We are home Mac, I’m here with friends for
a good steak after one hell of a battle.” John shared. “Yes sir, John!” Mac laughed, “I’ve seen the U-Tube. Man, for a couple of hours that had to be
hot!” “Th
ank you, Mac.” John smiled as he held up the cigar, “It
was just a bit intense. Tell your wife to bring the baby to the clinic
as soon as we get back home in a few days. Jenny delivered another little boy while in
Mexico.” “I’ll do that for the First Lady.” Mac turned to the President, “John are these
new Marines any good?” Mac was giving the 4 Marines that were assigned
to the President a bad time. “You saw the U-Tube video. They know which end of the gun to point and
where to stand when they p
ull the trigger. They make us old-timers proud to be Marines.” John laughed when two of the Marines acted
like they had not seen his hat until just now. “Good, to see you with an Honor Guard. We are heading in a good direction. My new son has a future! Be safe John! Tell the First Lady Hi!” Mac waved goodbye and moved off towards the
door. “Is it, like this every time you come in
here?” Mary asked. The food was arriving. “This is happening more often.” Ben giggled, “In other places too. People l
ove daddy. Mommy too!” “The world needed somebody to step up and
kick it hard like the old car starters use to find a dead spot. Give them a good whack and they would start
working again.” John laughed, “Anybody could have done it.” “With all the respects in the world, I disagree
John.” Admiral Bill Wiggins said from his heart,
“I think you were meant to be here as President.” The table was quiet as everyone ate their
lunch and thought about what the Admiral shared. Mary’s phone rang, “Hello, th
is is Mary?” Pause, “That is great news, Lily. Let me have you speak to the President.” Mary handed the phone to John. “Yes, Lily. Radiation is down 65%. Zelda and Yama have returned. The B-58 flew to an airport on the Nevada
– California border. Thank you, Zelda. Send the location to Lily. 10-4.” John closed the phone and handed it back to
Mary. He turned to the Admiral, “Bill, can I have
seven of your best pilots? One of the seven is Mary here. I don’t want to wake some morning to the
sound of
a Nuclear Explosion destroying all that we love.” “Top Gun’s?” Bill asked. “Yes. I’m thinking to place six F/N – 335s on
each of your carriers. I would think those with Top Gun Experience
should be given the first choice.” John shared, “But I would also like to have
a force of six here at Omak.” “I get six 335’s per carrier, and I get
to keep the eleven 223s and you get protected a whole lot better. What if we create a training school here in
Omak? Much like what we had with The Top Gun School
in El Toro. We cycle 6 to 12 pilots through the school
for 30 to 60-day periods. When Captain Mary here is not flying you around,
she is running the school.” Bill suggested. Mary had been listening in on the conversation
between the President and the Admiral. She turned to Sam, “Honey, I need to talk
with John and Bill for a few seconds. Oh, by the way, do you like kids?” “Five?” Sam asked. Mary stopped turning. She took a hard look at the two Taylor boys. She turned back to Sam and pulled his h
ead
down and kissed him hard. When she came up for air, “Okay. I need just a minute.” “Gentlemen, I would love to be the Commandant
of your Top Gun School.” Mary said just loud enough for John and Bill,
“Please excuse me, I have a good man I need to talk to.” John and Bill looked at each other, then burst
into laughter. John looked at his kids and realized their
sleep patterns were all screwed up. He looked over at George, the son of Sou who
had been waiting on them. George came towards John, “A
nything else
sir?” “Just the bill, George,” John said. “Sir, your lunch for your party has been
paid for many times and we have turned down a dozen other offers.” George laughed, “Before anyone paid for
your lunch, dad told me to comp your meals. We are going to pass the other payments on
to the People’s Trust. Mr. President, the people love you! I get to hear a lot. It is all good!” John went to give George a tip, “Sir, I
love my life, you just saved it again. I thank God for being able to serv
e you. Someday I will be able to tell my children
a lot of good stories.” George got a hug from John. “Thank you, George. How would you like a trip around the moon
and back? Maybe take a special girl on a date?” John asked, “We have some spaceships. That young lady next to Sam is the best pilot
in the world. I think you will see a lot of her. If she comes in let her use the table. “Absolutely sir. That would be so boss to go around the moon
and back!” George giggled, “Can I bring some of my fami
ly?” “You can bring all of your family; we will
take two or more ships if we need to.” John smiled and winked at him. “Thank you, John. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. This is so COOL!” George laughed as he bussed the table. “George, we will be back in a few days. I’m hearing Tony, Willa, Peter, Patty and
the other 26 volunteers are going to be awarded some gifts from General Poncho Bautista of
Mexico.” “Are they going to become a state?” George asked. “It sure looks that way. They seem t
o be pretty accepting of us and
happy beyond belief to have a personal relationship with God! The drugs are gone, the children of Mexico
have a very bright future. Many believe Mexico is Paradise!” George came to stand at military attention. He saluted John, “Good job Mr. President.” John also came to attention. He started to shake his head no but had to
allow his body’s demand to nod yes, “Thank you, George.” John saluted George back. As they were walking to the door, Chief John
(Governor of th
e State of Washington) and the new County Executive Billy Nation his
brother along with Steven Nation met them, “John, I’m so very sorry for us being
late.” Chief John said, “Mom slipped and broke
her leg and we had to get her healed and, on her feet, again.” “Is mom, okay?” John Taylor loved Madam Nation as an adopted
mother. The Chief looked at his brother and son before
turning back to John, “John, the day you showed up in our lives keeps paying dividends. We thank you; this accident could ha
ve been
the beginning of the end of her life. Ma is on her feet and back-ordering everyone
around her again.” The Chief, Billy, and Steven all had great
big smiles on their faces. “Have you eaten?” John asked. “Mom has it on the stove and we need to
get back to it,” Billy informed. Steven, Ben, and Willy were in conversation
bringing Steven up to date. Steven said in a loud voice, “Spaceships?” Lily had called Mary Kennady again. John turned to listen to Mary’s conversation. Mary repeated, “The
ships are all clean
of radiation.” “How can that be?” The Admiral asked. “Sir, the ship’s shields are designed
to do exactly what they did when on full power.” Mary smiled, “There is a lot of radiation
out there in space.” “Governor, County Exec, and Steven, this
is Admiral Wiggins and Captain Kennady. Admiral and Captain, these three gentlemen
are also related to my family and are always invited to my family gatherings. Gentlemen, Captain Kennady is going to be
the Commandant of a Top Gun Schoo
l located in Omak.” “I heard about the plane that was overhead.” Billy Nation said. John looked to Mary Kennady, “Do you suppose
the school could keep this area safe for us?” “Absolutely sir. 24/7 we will either have ships in the sky
or on standby ready to launch.” Mary Kennady said. “What was the plane about?” Chief John asked. “They had a nuclear bomb.” John Taylor said. “We’re still alive and we’re here.” Chief John stated and asked, “You took care
of it?” “Yes, our ships got a dusting of rad
iation,
but the shields have neutralized it.” John answered, “Next week if you have time,
we will fly you around the moon and back.” “You’re pulling my leg?” Chief John asked. John Taylor looked to his party, “Are we?” Everyone with John Taylor shook their heads
no. “OMG. What else have you found?” Chief John asked. “Replicators. They look like a microwave but can create
anything you want.” John Taylor smiled, just like Star Trek. The party was standing outside looking at
the snow piled up along
the street, everyone was working full time. The office to help people find work had more
to do concerning housing than work. John and Billy Nation were sharing this with
John and his Space Cadets as Chief John Nation called them. The enlarged group was walking the 4 or 5
blocks to the lot where John Taylor first parked his RV when he originally came to Omak. “How is the State of Washington, Governor?” John Taylor asked the Chief as they walked
the distance. “We are at full employment. We have s
et up 40 clinics throughout the state
for healthcare along with another half dozen just in Spokane. Everyone has a roof over their head, and they
are warm and eating regularly.” Chief John answered. “How about the city and county?” John Taylor asked Billy Nation. “It looked like we were going to have around
40 people needing housing. God told us to build two barracks-type buildings
over by the airport. We put them up just before the snow hit. We had them full before we had the beds in
them. The
people are now moving into the last apartment
building and housing that is completed. We were wondering what we were going to do
with them. I guess they will become part of the Top Gun
Flight School.” Billy smiled, “No one is looking for work
or we would have had the streets cleared by now. People are still moving into the area, but
we are ahead of it. We have a few dozen in the hotel, but they
will be moving into the RV’s as soon as people move into the apartments buildings
or housing.” “I’ll h
ave to find out how the other states
are doing. Your reports sound great. Thank you, both.” John Taylor said, “Have you had a day off
lately?” “Yes, it felt really strange,” Billy answered
while laughing. “I can answer that John, with a few exceptions
the other states, are doing as well as we are. There are teams of minute men in 4 other states
bringing them up to speed. We had a meeting with them yesterday and gave
them the same report. They shared what was happening elsewhere.” Chief John shar
ed. “Let me guess, Texas?” John moaned when the Chief nodded and laughed. They had arrived at the two large parking
areas where the followers of John that came from Seattle had originally parked, “Captain
Kennady, is this area big enough to hold all your ships?” “Maybe close Mr. President,” Mary answered. “Then leave the 19, no make that 20 we are
taking to the Lincoln hovering overhead.” John Taylor shared. “20, Sir?” The Admiral asked. “Leave 6 on the Nimitz, 6 on the Lincoln,
and bring 7 back
with Captain Kennady and her first six teachers.” John answered, “I am going to lease one
to President Pusin.” “That’s right sir, you are an accountant.” The Admiral laughed, “Why the one for the
Russians Sir, if I may ask? “I was.” John Taylor laughed too, “We have almost
everybody working. The President of Russia says he has stopped
the production of heroin from Afghanistan again. We have stopped all drugs from Mexico and
Seal Team 6 is in South America doing the same, and the White Dragon Fa
mily is doing
their part in China and Southeast Asia. At least 95% of the drug production in the
world will be eliminated by Christmas. God is telling me to treat the Russians as
another state. When Gaia becomes Emperor of the Western portion
of the World, the Brics Nations which include Russia, China, India, and Brazil also accept
her as such.” “White Eagle, John Taylor, Mr. President,
and My Friend, hearing that is music to my ears. We have lost many of our young people over
the decades to dru
gs. And all it took was a simple carpenter following
another simple carpenter.” John Nation said this just above a whisper. Everyone heard it as they watched the 124
F-335s settle with extraordinarily little noise on the ground, “Why are they so quiet?” “Alien Technology that we have had since
the 1950s.” John Taylor growled as he shared this fact,
“Our Old Government was very slowly releasing it to the public by reverse-engineering much
of it to bring us many of the devices we use every day.” “
Like what, sir?” Sam asked. “Cell Phones, computers or better circuit
boards and microwave ovens. Anything digital.” John Taylor was noticeably upset. “Mary Kennady was rubbing John’s back,
“Let it go Mr. President. We have it now!” “Mary, what we have is the tip of the iceberg. There is another 99% still sitting down in
Antarctica.” John shared, “Like devices that will produce
energy enough to run a large home or a small business for free, once they are purchased
for $50 to $60 and installed fo
r another $50.” “I guess we will have to make a trip with
some of your Minute Men to Antarctica!” Mary stated as she watched her ships land. John laughed and looked at Sam, “You had
better keep her. She would have made a good Marine!” “Keep it simple Mr. President?” The Admiral asked. “Absolutely. Sam, Mary put together a plan. Sometime between now and Christmas, we’re
going to visit the South Pole.” “I would like to go with you?” The Admiral asked. “You’ll have twelve F-335s under your
command.
Fill up ten of them and hitch a ride. Better bring Eddie.” John laughed at the expression on the Admiral’s
face, “Do you think I’m going on such an adventure without Jenny?” The two men laughed, “Or my kids?” “You will also need one or two Native Observers!” Billy Nation said to, much laughter. “Mr. President I left 19 up in a hover. This is my good ship, Lily!” Mary Kennady laughed at the Admiral as he
rolled his eyes at her antics. “Mr. President? I’m Vince Goodall.” General Frank was with hi
m. The General reached out to shake hands with
John, “We had just started to eat lunch when your message came.” “I have to get used to traveling at ten
to twenty thousand miles per hour. A little bit ago we were a long way from home
in Texas.” John shared, “I will try to give everybody
more time in the future.” “Sir, are the spaceships safe?” Vince asked. “Yes, the radiation has been neutralized.” John and the man shook hands. John looked around and realized there were
thousands of people from a
ll over Omak taking in the historical happening, “Vince can
you schedule visiting hours every day. Maybe noon to 8:00 PM or 10 to 6 and have
a minute man or woman with every ship in four-hour shifts?” “Yes sir, I will see that it happens.” Vince answered, “We will put it together
and make it work.” John made introductions. “General, make up a proposal for allocation
of assets for me. God is saying we and the Russians will order
260 additional F-335’s and we build four destroyer size vessels owne
d in part with
the Russians.” “My God, we are going to the stars.” Chief John stated. “Yes, we are Chief.” John had a determined look. John and the family said their goodbyes and
entered Lily for their trip to Abraham Lincoln. Up in the air with Lily and 19 of the F-335’s
following along, they crossed the Cascade Mountains. Everyone took the time to look at the vast
expanses of water. It was early afternoon in Omak and John suggested
they head north for a bit of target practice. They would reach
Abraham long before noon. “What are you thinking Mr. President?” Commander Mary asked. “Let’s see if any icebergs are out and
about,” John suggested. Everyone was helping him look. “Sir, something is northwest about 200 miles
on the long-range radar.” Lily announced, “It has the shape and position
of a very large iceberg.” “Let’s go and check it out, Lily.” John felt a slight shift in direction. He leaned forward and looked out the window. All the ships were right there in formation. Ten on the
right and nine on the left. When the Iceberg came into view John asked,
“Lily can you do a horizontal cut at an angle that is at water level while the other
ships do vertical cuts?” “Mr. President, we have an attack plan A-27-A
that is on the viewscreen for your review,” Lily advised. John looked at the Admiral, then at Mary and
Sam. Willy had moved over next to John, being picked
up and put on his daddy’s knee. John smiled as he met Ben’s eyes, then realized
the Marines had also moved out of t
heir seats to view the digital display of the plan, “What
do you think Ben?” “I like it, dad. What do you think General?” Ben asked. I like it. Make it so!” Willy said to the laughter of everybody. John looked around from person to person,
hearing “I AGREE!” from everybody. The screen showed Lily and another ship cutting
off about 70% of what was visible in a 30-degree swath across the top of the iceberg. Two of the F-335’s would take up a position
cutting the top east to west while the other 16
F-335s would be cutting the top vertically
across in a south to north direction resulting in 34 chunks of boat size pieces of ice. John looked at Mary and nodded. “Lily let’s make it so!” Mary Kennady laughed, within seconds the first
cuts had been made then watched as the top of the iceberg slid off into the water of
the Pacific Ocean, separating into the many dozens of pieces. As the top slid off the iceberg rose about
30 feet. “Shall we keep cutting it?” John asked. Everyone agreed. “Mary, c
an we make a video of this?” John asked. “Yes sir, it is already in progress,”
Mary advised. “Cut it up. Cut it all up!” John shared. Within a handful of minutes, the iceberg that
started to be the size of a 50,000-seat sports arena was now almost a thousand pieces ranging
from an ocean-going tugboat to the barges that it would pull. The chunks of ice now covered most of a square
mile of area. On their way to the Lincoln:
“John, what if we drop off the six that go to the Nimitz first, then go fi
nd the Lincoln?” The Admiral asked. “Sounds like a plan Admiral.” John agreed. When the battle with ISIS was over, tens of
thousands of trained troops crossed the border from South Korea into the North. The White Dragon Family also had tens of thousands
of trained men and women cross into North Korea from China. It would take about three days, but everyone
in North Korea would be taken to God. North and South Korea would become one once
again. ISIS and the corrupt government of the north
were go
ne. When the 20 spaceships got to within two hundred
miles from the Nimitz, the Admiral got on the phone and advised the captain of what
the plan was. The captain was more than pleased with the
6 ships he was receiving. That done the 14 ships headed towards Hawaii. When they got within 200 miles of the rear
destroyer of the Russian Fleet, the fourteen ships went to cloak. The Russians picked up what looked like a
flock of big birds and paid no attention to the spaceships flying overhead. As they
were nearing the point of passing
over the Kuznetsov Aircraft Carrier, John got on the phone, “Mother Bear?” “This is Mother Bear, are you with this
flock of big birds we can’t seem to find, maybe a White Eagle and little chicks that
we see on our radar?” President Pusin asked. “It is Mother Bear. This White Eagle and his mate would like to
come to visit with his little Eagles this afternoon. I would like to show you something that maybe
you would like to buy.” “You have a new plane?” Vid asked
. “There are fourteen of them about to pass
over your carrier now.” John shared. We will turn off the cloaking device for you
to look at them. John made eye contact with Mary, “Cloak
off sir.” “White Eagle, what are those?” Vid asked with alarm. “They are Spaceships and if we use them
correctly, they will shorten the time to Ascension.” John supplied. “Is your mate and the little bear with you?” John asked. “No, they are in the cave,” Vid answered. “If you want, we can be there in less than
a ha
lf-hour and back with them in an hour.” John shared. “I will give my mate a call with that phone
that showed up one day.” John could hear the smile from Vid. “See you in about two hours, Mother Bear.” John shared. “We will be here,” Vid assured. The Admiral had been talking to the Captain
on the Abraham Lincoln. He hung up just after John had with President
Pusin. The Admiral turned to John, “Our welcoming
committee is assembling now.” “Will two hours be time enough to sit down
with your Top Gun
s?” John asked. “Yes, I’ll make introductions and when
you and Captain Kennady need to go have Coffee with our Russian friends, we will go visit
the facilities in Omak for the Top Gun School.” Admiral Bill planned. “How about we leave one Top Gun and a spaceship
on both carriers as insurance against unplanned events?” John suggested. “Good idea Mr. President.” The Admiral liked the idea of protecting his
primary assets, “General Franks has been corresponding with me on my long-term plan
of reduc
tion of the Navy.” “You will be taking over what is left of
the Coast Guard. There is one more major battle in the Mid-East. When that is going on, I want you to oversee
the Navy Operation. You will have every Spaceship available except
one in Hawaii one on each of your West Coast Carriers and one over Omak. I plan on talking with Vid about him buying
some. What I am hearing from God, it would be ideal
to have 300 spaceships at our command along with as many F/N – 223’s as possible.” John shared
. “How small are you expecting the Navy to
get?” The Admiral was concerned. “We do not need or want what we have had. As you return the men and women to civilian
life, offer them a job, move them into the Navy’s CB’s, building ports around our
North American continent, giving us the first line of defense.” John smiled, “That may take 6 or 7 years
or longer. I plan on the Army Corp of Engineers to also
give us able body men and women to rebuild our roads and bridges. They are going to be busy for
a long time.” John shared his vision of the future. The Admiral liked the idea that his men and
women would be rebuilding the ports on our home continent. “The 170 bases we have around the world
are tasked with the job of training everyone in my techniques. General Franks has a process of reducing the
numbers of men and women slowly to allow our engineering corps to absorb the numbers. In three months, we will start closing three
or four bases every month. We are not in a hurry, and as long as
we are
creating allies, real allies then the security of the world is on track to start the Thousand
Years of Peace!” John thought, “We will also start exploring
space.” Coffee with a good friend:
John, his family, Sam, Mary Kennady, and his team of Marines landed on the Kuznetsov Aircraft
Carrier. Lily and Boris were the two F-335’s. John was going to lease Boris to Vid for a
gold coin for a month. God said there was another order for F-335s
made in the future. John was not clear who would buy
how many,
but together they would have built another 260 of them. The last battle would need almost all of them
to eliminate any losses. John was thinking, leave a dozen over the
expanded US and another dozen over Russia. Take big numbers to God. Let God or the Souls judge who and what to
do with each man, woman, and child. President Pusin had all his senior officers
and Demetri standing at the ready welcoming John. John shook hands with Vid, “How is everything
Vid?” “No coups lately.” The two m
en laughed, “John you said these
are spaceships?” “Let’s get out of the weather. Come on board my ship, you, and Demetri. You can bring another four or five with you.” “Vid had his Admiral and Flight officer
along with their best three pilots join them.” Once they were in Lily and seated, “This
one has gone to Pluto and back.” John was pointing at Lily. “Not to another star?” Vid asked. “No, that is our next step,” John answered. “The closest star is still out of reach
for us at this time.” “Can
I show my pilots?” Vid asked. “That one is Boris. For a gold coin, I’ll lease him to you for
a month.” John smiled. Everyone was watching as Vid reached into
his pocket and pulled out a one-ounce gold coin. He handed it to John. The two men shook hands, “I lease you the
Spaceship Boris until you have your own.” John smiled then turned, “Lily pass that
onto Boris, please. Vid I believe we have room in Boris for ten
of your finest piolets.” “Yes, Mr. President.” Vid turned to the Flight Officer a
nd spoke
to him in Russian relaying that 10 pilots would be going in the other ship. The man got on his phone and gave the order. “Now, we need two volunteers to pilot Boris
and bring the Russian pilots up to speed,” John asked. “Me and Demetri will do it, Daddy,” Willy
announced. John looked at Jenny. She nodded; Willy never ceased to amaze her. John took a deep breath, “Okay son. I’m sure you can do it.” “Thanks, Dad.” Willy was out of his seat heading for the
hatch, “Come on D.” Demetri looke
d at Vid and got a nod, “Take
care of him.” Demetri was out of his seat following Willy. They found Mary outside kicking her tires
making sure Lily was okay. She then did the same for Boris, showing the
two what to look for before flying. Back inside Lily. “Vid, God is telling me if we want, we can
build 260 more of these. It will shorten the time to ascension by decades. “How will we use these ships?” Vid asked. “As platforms to transport people to God!” John smiled as he thought about what he
had
just said. Vid was also in deep thought, then also smiled. “We could do the same in Africa!” Vid shared. Everybody was watching the two Presidents
work through the problems. Mary came in and closed the hatch, “Both
ships are ready to fly sir. The pilots have boarded Boris.” John looked at Vid and nodded. “Captain to Moscow at your best speed,”
Vid said. “Yes, Sir. Everybody, please sit back and put on your
seat harness.” The two ships raised off the Kuznetsov Aircraft
Carrier at five gees. “
Captain, how much of your throttle are
you using?” One of the four Russian officers asked that
had stayed on board. “A few seconds after liftoff, we are at
43%, sir!” Mary answered, “We just passed the sound
barrier and are beyond 10 miles from the Kuznetsov. Vid turned his head to John and smiled. “Mach 2.” Was heard from Lily a few seconds later. Mach 3.” A few seconds after that. It took two minutes to reach 12,000 miles
per hour. Lily had calculated the distance to Moscow
at 6,548 miles. “Ca
ptain how much of the throttle are we
using now?” Vid asked, his eyes were big as he looked
at John listening to the answer. He did not fully understand exactly what 24,000
miles per hour was until this minute. He now could fly across Russia’s 11 time
zones in a matter of minutes with a weapon that could sink a battleship.
“53% sir. Sir, we are at 20,000 feet and we should top
off at around 15,000 miles per hour then more or less glide into Moscow.” Mary answered, “If anybody wants to move
aroun
d it is okay to release your seatbelts.” John heard a ding from the replicator. Then Ben was standing next to John holding
out two gold coins. They both had the feature of the Russian Bear,
“Dad can you tell the difference?” Ben asked. “No, they look identical. Where did you get the second one?” John asked. Ben had asked to borrow the one Vid gave him
for the lease. “I had the Replicator make it,” Ben said. “What do we do now?” Vid asked. “I don’t know! I guess we ask God!” John chuckled, “It wo
uld appear that money
is going to become obsolete.”
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