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3DISPLACED PREPPER
I put the drinks and pitchers of ice water
down on the table, and before I even take my seat, Blake has
corralled all the shots of whiskey over to his side. “Last call
trainee,” he says in my direction. “This is my whiskey. I am
kicking you out of the bar.”
“Do what!!?” I start to object before ‘the
Look’ silences me.
“You and Jack are going home. It’s best you
play camel with that water, because it’s a hot day and you won’t
see ice water again for a long, long time, if you catch my
drift.”
“Where’s your s**t, David?” Jack asks.
“What s**t?” I reply, getting aggravated at
my seniors and Blake snatching ‘my’ whiskey shot, which I was
thinking I really needed about now.
Blake chimes in with, “We already figured out
you are a prepper and you rode over here with Jack. You SOL son.
Yeah s**t out of luck, except that monkey knot looking key ring
full of doodads you got. I don’t think you were dumb enough to
conceal carry your pistol to the interview or into this bar, so how
far away are your preps, and where are you staying?”
This is a smart man I am talking to, he is
used to field soldiers having problems with life and helping them
come up with a fix. Is there extra hope here? I consider why he
asked before responding.
“I am about 18 miles in the opposite
direction of travel, my hotel is north and I am heading south.” Oh,
oh, here comes that know-it-all finger wagging telling me to pause
before speaking further I thought, ‘Asshole you want me to call
you Drill sergeant, too?’ I am sort of thinking to myself
before he begins his communication and my education into his
worldly outlook on things.
Blake said, “Look, Jack and I have talked
about it and you got 4 options to consider. ‘Hell that’s news to
me, I am all ears.’ First option is you can see Jack home; he
has preps and will take you in. Second option is me, I am heading
for the Governor’s offices and you can do what you trained to do in
disaster response. Third is go off with Dumpie, he is heading
south, but east of your location. And the fourth and final option
is for you to go do what you got to do on your own.”
After a moments hesitating on the pros and
cons of the choices, I proposed to take Dump Truck along as far as
the journey would allow, but I was adamant about heading all 180
plus miles home to Montgomery.
What’s a displaced prepper to do?
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