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United front of texas

Operation Manifest Destiny Part 2
Fort city El Paso, Tx
Corporal James Miller, Citizens Militia Special Operations.
Role: Radioman assigned to UFT regular Army group A.
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Miller and about fifteen other Citizen Militia enlisted men had been put into the back of a transport truck way past its golden days about eight hours ago. They still had about a day’s drive ahead of them but it wasn’t so bad, he had never been further west than Austin so seeing the endless plains and the bright blue skies made him happy to a point. Plus they were just one truck in an endless convoy of trucks, he was sure some poor guys back was killing him somewhere out there. Every once in a while a helicopter or two would fly over head, mostly transports but sometimes he’d catch a glimpse of an attack chopper flying over head with its nose mounted gun and missiles attached to its sides. Once there was even an old jet that flew a little too low overhead and just about made them all go deaf, one of the guys in the truck had said it was a Tomcat- whatever that meant.

The convoy would stop every couple of hours and allow its men and women to use the restroom or quickly eat something, but for the most part they just kept driving deeper and deeper into the deserts of West Texas. When they had finally stopped to rest for the night Miller and seemingly everyone in the convoy happily jumped out of their vehicles to set up little camps or tents around the highway they were traveling on. Miller opted to set up his bedroll next to their truck but a few of the guys riding with him chose to go join around a large bonfire that had been erected further down the line of trucks. They could party all night if they wanted to, he knew how long the drive would be tomorrow and didn’t like the idea of being hung over.
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At day break the next morning Miller was awoken by the sounds of god only knew how many trucks horns and suddenly the long line of trucks came alive with the men and women packing up last nights encampments. To his amusement Miller had been smart to sleep by the truck, everyone around the now burnt down bonfire had shuffled off to their trucks holding their heads and finding sun glasses wherever they could find them.
In less than ten minutes they were on the road again and in the next couple of hours Miller would watch as grasslands turned to desert. After about five hours of driving and a lot of grumblings about how hot it was, the convoy finally pulled up to the massive cement and metal walls of the fort city El Paso. Soon after the cities twenty foot tall wall would crack open as its main doors swung open, allowing the long convoy to drive inside and to an old football dome where they were told to set up camp. By that day’s end the dome and its surrounding area would be covered by military personnel, vehicles, ordinance, a whole division of walkers, and Miller had even seen some helicopters at one point in time.

Whatever was going on, it was big.

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