Soldier Ghost, Part 11
The $560 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Seven Down
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 202
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Soldier Ghost (11)
Today's code is "74th Day, Last Year".
Never pass up a chance to be a hero; a toast by Virgil Kret.
Deceit is the smile of Satan, a truth by Virgil Kret.
Today we come to the close of our story of Soldier Ghost, the first of the three stories which will lead us, like flat stepping stones in a Japanese garden, into The Secret Story, the story of how God's Space Sailors rescued the Japanese race from certain extinction in about 660 BC.
Tomorrow we are scheduled to step upon the second stone, the story of the Not-Forgetting Society, the super-secret Japanese organization existing in both The Land of the Dead and The Land of the Living, planning even as you read these words if you are reading them in real time, vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
When we saw Tea in our previous installment he was approached by some 20 Japanese ghosts who told him Soldier Ghost was a spy and must be taken out of Japan immediately; and warned Tea that he, too, seemed to be a spy, and that if that proved to be the case they would "invite" him into the Japanese Land of the Dead, meaning murder him.
Soldier Ghost, Part 11
Out of nowhere Soldier Ghost spoke.
"Who are you, Tea?"
Tea jumped. He had forgotten he was still within the ghosts' telepathic band.
He sat there in his living room without answering for several minutes. Outside his sliding glass doors, onto his Japanese garden, snow was still softly falling.
Tea felt profoundly alone. He could almost hear the snowflakes hitting the ground. He could feel Soldier Ghost in the room, now very much separated from him. The dead American soldier was standing about ten feet away, near the glass doors, almost where Praying Mantis had stood.
The hair on the back of Tea's neck was attempting to pull itself out. Soldier Ghost was strong now. Tea wondered if he would turn poltergeist and start throwing things around. Tea wondered if he was capable of violence against him.
Tea answered Soldier Ghost's question with the same question. "Who are you, Soldier Ghost?
An invisible, hollow sigh came from the place Soldier Ghost was standing.
"I'm a dead, sad soldier and I want to go home."
"What were they talking about?"
"I'm not sure; I am still unraveling; but I think I want to get the Hell out of here."
"Why didn't you leave with the others?"
There was a pause.
"I don't know..."
'That's a lie," said Tea, now becoming angry and not caring what Soldier Ghost might be able to do to him. "Tell me, you dead son of a bitch, tell me what's happening here. Are you..."
Soldier Ghost interrupted, "For Christ's sake, Tea, are you an American or aren't you? Get my ass back home!"
"Fuck that shit," said Tea, I've been hauling your crybaby ass around since August, and I will leave you with the fucking Japs if you don't tell me what's going on."
There was a silence. Soldier Ghost was thinking. Finally, he said:
"I can't tell you much, but I will tell you what I can.
"During the Revolution...yes, the American Revolution...General Washington had just executed two of our lads for running away in a skirmish with the Red Coats.
"We were all ordered to stand at attention to watch while he had the two without ceremony stood in front of a farmhouse wall and shot by a firing squad.
"That is very vivid in my memory still today.
"The next thing I remember there were about ten of us. I do not recall if we were on patrol or what, but we had gone into a barn to escape the summer heat, and we were sitting around in the hay talking about what General Washington had done.
Some of us didn't like the lads being shot like that, and that General Washington had just left their bodies to rot where they fell, Washington had detested them so; and some of us didn't mind, after all, the lads had left us in the toe-to-toe two muskets short and two bayonets shy, and run off and hid in the woods.
"Then suddenly the barn burst open and Red Coats came running in screaming, 'Shiver 'em! Shiver 'em!', as they always did when they used their bayonets, and there was a lot of screaming and cursing and killing, and all us Americans were killed. I don't think we got one Red Coat."
If Tea's jaw was not beyond dropping by that point, it would have dropped. He had never heard such a story.
"When the lad's and I, now all dead to those damn British bayonets, were pulling ourselves together, a unit of dead Americans came into the barn...I mean marched in as clean as any platoon, helped us to our feet and took us to a meeting...a really big meeting...there must have been 3,000 dead American soldiers there, and we were given the option of finding our way home or joining what was then and is still called, The Army of the Revolutionary Dead.
"I joined. What the Hell. I like war.
That's all I can tell you. Any more would be a violation of my strictest orders. Now will you take me home, please."
The next day Tea applied for home leave. Arrangements took three weeks. During those weeks Soldier Ghost kept to himself. He spoke rarely. He remained near Tea and at times seemed ready to cling to him as he had done on the battlefield, but a protocol developed between them and they kept a comfortable distance. The Japanese ghosts did not approach them again.
During the course of his home leave, as if it were a minor stop along the way, Tea went to Washington D.C., and that is where Soldier Ghost left him.
Tea had planned to take Soldier Ghost to Arlington National Cemetery, and was walking that way from the National Press Building; but Soldier Ghost left him at the Fourteenth Street Bridge. He just left. Just like that. No "Goodbye." No Thank you." It was as if he were an iron shaving and a powerful magnet had drawn him away.
Tea felt him leave. There was a weight difference. Tea later said Soldier Ghost weighed about two ounces.
(Next: The Not-Forgetting Society)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 74th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Seven Down
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 202
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Soldier Ghost (11)
Today's code is "74th Day, Last Year".
Never pass up a chance to be a hero; a toast by Virgil Kret.
Deceit is the smile of Satan, a truth by Virgil Kret.
Today we come to the close of our story of Soldier Ghost, the first of the three stories which will lead us, like flat stepping stones in a Japanese garden, into The Secret Story, the story of how God's Space Sailors rescued the Japanese race from certain extinction in about 660 BC.
Tomorrow we are scheduled to step upon the second stone, the story of the Not-Forgetting Society, the super-secret Japanese organization existing in both The Land of the Dead and The Land of the Living, planning even as you read these words if you are reading them in real time, vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
When we saw Tea in our previous installment he was approached by some 20 Japanese ghosts who told him Soldier Ghost was a spy and must be taken out of Japan immediately; and warned Tea that he, too, seemed to be a spy, and that if that proved to be the case they would "invite" him into the Japanese Land of the Dead, meaning murder him.
Soldier Ghost, Part 11
Out of nowhere Soldier Ghost spoke.
"Who are you, Tea?"
Tea jumped. He had forgotten he was still within the ghosts' telepathic band.
He sat there in his living room without answering for several minutes. Outside his sliding glass doors, onto his Japanese garden, snow was still softly falling.
Tea felt profoundly alone. He could almost hear the snowflakes hitting the ground. He could feel Soldier Ghost in the room, now very much separated from him. The dead American soldier was standing about ten feet away, near the glass doors, almost where Praying Mantis had stood.
The hair on the back of Tea's neck was attempting to pull itself out. Soldier Ghost was strong now. Tea wondered if he would turn poltergeist and start throwing things around. Tea wondered if he was capable of violence against him.
Tea answered Soldier Ghost's question with the same question. "Who are you, Soldier Ghost?
An invisible, hollow sigh came from the place Soldier Ghost was standing.
"I'm a dead, sad soldier and I want to go home."
"What were they talking about?"
"I'm not sure; I am still unraveling; but I think I want to get the Hell out of here."
"Why didn't you leave with the others?"
There was a pause.
"I don't know..."
'That's a lie," said Tea, now becoming angry and not caring what Soldier Ghost might be able to do to him. "Tell me, you dead son of a bitch, tell me what's happening here. Are you..."
Soldier Ghost interrupted, "For Christ's sake, Tea, are you an American or aren't you? Get my ass back home!"
"Fuck that shit," said Tea, I've been hauling your crybaby ass around since August, and I will leave you with the fucking Japs if you don't tell me what's going on."
There was a silence. Soldier Ghost was thinking. Finally, he said:
"I can't tell you much, but I will tell you what I can.
"During the Revolution...yes, the American Revolution...General Washington had just executed two of our lads for running away in a skirmish with the Red Coats.
"We were all ordered to stand at attention to watch while he had the two without ceremony stood in front of a farmhouse wall and shot by a firing squad.
"That is very vivid in my memory still today.
"The next thing I remember there were about ten of us. I do not recall if we were on patrol or what, but we had gone into a barn to escape the summer heat, and we were sitting around in the hay talking about what General Washington had done.
Some of us didn't like the lads being shot like that, and that General Washington had just left their bodies to rot where they fell, Washington had detested them so; and some of us didn't mind, after all, the lads had left us in the toe-to-toe two muskets short and two bayonets shy, and run off and hid in the woods.
"Then suddenly the barn burst open and Red Coats came running in screaming, 'Shiver 'em! Shiver 'em!', as they always did when they used their bayonets, and there was a lot of screaming and cursing and killing, and all us Americans were killed. I don't think we got one Red Coat."
If Tea's jaw was not beyond dropping by that point, it would have dropped. He had never heard such a story.
"When the lad's and I, now all dead to those damn British bayonets, were pulling ourselves together, a unit of dead Americans came into the barn...I mean marched in as clean as any platoon, helped us to our feet and took us to a meeting...a really big meeting...there must have been 3,000 dead American soldiers there, and we were given the option of finding our way home or joining what was then and is still called, The Army of the Revolutionary Dead.
"I joined. What the Hell. I like war.
That's all I can tell you. Any more would be a violation of my strictest orders. Now will you take me home, please."
The next day Tea applied for home leave. Arrangements took three weeks. During those weeks Soldier Ghost kept to himself. He spoke rarely. He remained near Tea and at times seemed ready to cling to him as he had done on the battlefield, but a protocol developed between them and they kept a comfortable distance. The Japanese ghosts did not approach them again.
During the course of his home leave, as if it were a minor stop along the way, Tea went to Washington D.C., and that is where Soldier Ghost left him.
Tea had planned to take Soldier Ghost to Arlington National Cemetery, and was walking that way from the National Press Building; but Soldier Ghost left him at the Fourteenth Street Bridge. He just left. Just like that. No "Goodbye." No Thank you." It was as if he were an iron shaving and a powerful magnet had drawn him away.
Tea felt him leave. There was a weight difference. Tea later said Soldier Ghost weighed about two ounces.
(Next: The Not-Forgetting Society)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 74th day of its last year.
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