Chapter 41 – Thor’s saga…
Moving slowly through the forest, parallel to the AT, Donaldson and his men were looking for signals and traps. Dressed as good ole boy hunters out for a deer, they were out of uniform and deep in enemy territory. The four man unit was there to extract an identified Red family.
At the call of the cardinal, the men moved to a stop. A chickadee called, then a crow. Meeting compromised, contacts captured and facing death. The men waited for Donaldson’s signal. Quick hand signals and the men moved towards the contact point.
In a small clearing was a hugely pregnant woman with two small children clinging to her skirts. Two soldiers held guns on her. Four more soldiers were beating the crap out of a fifth. One the ground lay two more men. Donald’s quick assessment was that by the angles of their necks and limbs they were already dead. The man being beaten was not so badly off. He appeared to be moving with the blows, mitigating the force of their impact while allowing his captors to think they had him.
Since the soldiers on guard were primarily watching the fight, Donaldson signaled for Llewellyn and Lewis to take them out silently. In a heartbeat the guards were dead and the woman and children melted silently back into the woods. Suddenly one of the other soldiers noted they were gone. With a shout they dropped the man they had been beating. Two of the soldiers sprouted third eyes before they could life their guns and such as it was the fire fight was on and over.
In the brief moments that bullets flew, the woman and children crawled towards a hollow, but before she could get down the woman took a bullet in the back. She fell to the ground beside the small children.
“Whistle chickadee,” she told the boy. Tears slid down her cheeks as she felt her back grow wet with her blood. “Call the crow.” She worried about the children and the baby and wondrous man who God had given her. Around her she heard shouts felt herself moved. She began to fade.
“We’re loosing her… BP dropping… can’t stop bleeding… two weeks to go… good… prep for emerg…”
She heard snatches of words but they meant nothing. They related to nothing. She faded further as the sky began to brighten. Then clearly she heard.
“Don’t worry. All three children are safe. Your husband is fine, and so are you.”
She smiled and sighed.
*****
Still bloodied and bruised, coved with bandages, a man sat on a train. Around him sat the devastated remains of his family. His four year old son looked like every Ekstrom before him… his two-year old daughter with her mother’s eyes. In his arms, wrapped in a scrap of his mother’s skirt was his son.
Back in the hollow, together with Donaldson, his men, young Olaf and Val looking on, Abjörn Ekstrom had baptized his son Thor with his mother’s blood.
“One day,” Abjörn had promised his dead wife, as they knelt by her grave. “We will bring the fight back here. And on that day your ghost will join the battle against those to whom this was acceptable. We will join with the shade of your brothers, Haakon and Olaf, and the enemy will hear our roar. The day after, we will feast in your honour in Vallhala.”
Abjörn had kissed Kaarin’s forehead. In her grave, he placed her sewing kit, her axe, her knife, a kitchen pot and her bowie knife. In the graves of his brothers-in-law, he placed their knives and bows and arrows. He apologized to their shades for the lack of food and promised an offering in the future. With the help of Donaldson’s men, the graves were coved in dirt and rocks.
Donaldson picked up Val and with Llewelyn carrying young Olaf, and Abjörn carrying Thor they set off down the AT. Lewis and his battle buddy covered the front and rear. It wasn’t the easiest walk and it was hard because they had nothing to give Thor. The other children were drooping too and silence became harder to maintain. It took a sold four hours to get to their trucks at the south end of the Caladonia State Park and drove into Waynesboro, PA. They blended in.
Once in town, he drove to the Walmart on Washington Township Blvd., Donaldson pulled out a cell phone. He activated it. He dialed a number.
“Incoming,” Donald stated in a flat voice.
“Able to receive. Home,” a voice responded.
Donaldson the cracked open the phone case. Pulled out the chip and dropped it in a bottle of Coke and tightening the lid, threw it in a garbage can beside the McDonalds at the Walmart. Abjörn went into the Walmart and bought diapers, wipes, onesies, formula and bottles. He was through in 20 minutes and found the rest of them eating McDonalds in the car. His daughter was covered in ketchup and grinning as she shoved French fries into her mouth. His son had the toy from a Happy Meal. It was all so normal that it was hard to believe the devastation of five hours prior.
He put his things into the truck and they headed out again. Donaldson drove through to the far side of Waynesboro and headed south on Hwy 316. Just over the state line in Maryland, the highway became Hwy 60. They turned right onto Miller Church Road and turned onto a small farm that straddled the state border. The farm looked run down and sad for all of its beautiful location. Standing at the door of a dilapidated trailer was a tall blonde woman. They left the trucks on the road headed north.
“Abjörn,” said Donaldson. “This is Dr. Metea Angstadt. She is a pediatrics specialist at the Waynesboro Hospital. She is going to check Thor. She is going to do it quickly as we need to be out of here within the next 30 minutes. That is how long we have between satellite pics for this area.”
The inside of the trailer was gleaming hospital white and sanitary. Abjörn was immediately reassured. Dr. Angstadt was all business. Form in hand, she ran through all the details without comment. She then unwrapped Thor and checked him over.
“All things considered,” she said. “He’s fine. He’s 5-lbs 6-oz. Expect that to drop over the next couple of days and then to pick-up again. Carry him in a sling under your coat to keep him warm – and make sure he can breathe.” The last bit was said with exasperation, like she had seen cases where parents hadn’t made sure.
Abjörn showed her the formula and vitamin drops he’d purchased.
“The drops are good. Give them to him once a day. While the formula is okay, at this stage he’ll likely do better on the goat’s milk formula. I am going to give you all the ingredients now and you give me the formula. The recipe if from Joe Stout over at Mr. Capra*. Here is a one month supply of ingredients.
“He’s a fine boy and he’ll do you proud. I am sorry about the circumstances but wish you well. Now get out of here!” She turned to Donaldson. “You owe me. I am going to need to get out of here soon. They are starting to conscript doctors and soon the pediatric label isn’t going to help. I figure I have at the most 2-weeks. I will be ready to leave in two days.”
He nodded. “We’ll be back for you Mettie.”
They raced for the cars and were north back across the state border when the next drone came over and saw the road empty.
The trucks headed west towards Morganstown, West Virginia. This involved having to cross the battle lines so they got off Hwy 40 before the check points and slid south on Hwy 219 south to Oakland. They then went west again on Hwy 39 for a short distance to Old Crellin Road., then onto Underwood and shortly after midnight, running without lights, they crossed the border on Graham Road. At the Brookside Church of the Brethren, they stopped briefly in the parking lot. They were met by Pastor Russell.
As they talked, license plates were switched out for West Virginia plate. A decal for a construction company in Clarksburg was slapped on the doors of one truck.
“The two families that came through last week have been moved on to Kentucky,” the Pastor told Donaldson.
“Good. We’ll have three more to move this week. Next load within 48-hours. Watch your back.” Donaldson told him taking a deep drink from the coffee supplied.
“Railroads have always been vulnerable,” said the Pastor. “We have endured for right before. We will again.”
Abjörn fed Thor who was responding well to the formula. He was feeding him 2-oz every hour and he was grateful for the plug in cooler in the bucket between the two back seats. He changed a diaper and looked at the two in the back, asleep and looking more angelic than they had any right to. He was too exhausted to sleep and scared that if he closed his eyes that he would see Kaarin and their life together… Kaarin and her terror as they were captured…. Kaarin and her lifeless body…
They headed out west on Hwy 50. The kids were slept on. At Bridgeport, they got on I79 after Thor showed his military ID. They flew down the interstate as a part of a convoy. They arrived at the base in Charleston, WV, 5 ½ hours after they left Waynesboro and 12-hours after Thor was born.
The rest of the night was spent in a motel in Charleston, WV, and the next morning Donaldson contacted his commander. He flagged one of his team. “I want you to take the Ekstrom’s home. I can’t think of anywhere else the kids will be safe and I know that Abjörn will want to come back and fight. Take some leave now and take them west. Best way to go is drive to Lincoln, Nebraska then pick up the train to Salt Lake. From there connect with the train to Spokane, then back east to White Fish. I’ve made the arrangements. All you need to do is get on the road. Its normally a 14-hour drive, but add an extra six-hours for stops and delays. I’ve requested that you rejoin me after your leave, but who knows. We are off back to get Mettie…”
Matt Cody nodded.
*****
“So 16-hours after leaving Charleston, WV, the Ekstroms and Matt were on a train headed west,” John told the Committee. “They hitched a ride up from Whitefish and my mother was thrilled. My mother had a hard time recognizing Matt. The boy was gone and a battle hardened man stood in his place. Abjörn Ekstrom couldn’t have cared less where he was. He was beyond drained and exhausted by caring for the children under his mountain of grief.
“Sarai took procession of the baby. She would become his principle care giver. Young Olaf and Val settled into the puppy room and adapted extremely well. Miss Louise sorted out the guardianship paper work and Abjörn was relieved to see the care that would be taken in his children’s care. He headed down to the recruiting office with a heady mix of relief and deadly fury. He scared the recruiting officer with his intensity.
"Matt stayed three days and headed back east to rejoin Donaldson's unit. He arrived to find that Lewis had been killed in the doctor's extraction. Someone on Underwood Road had reported trucks running at night and the team was ambushed. They made it through but despite all the doctor's efforts to patched them up, Lewis bled out internally. He was nineteen years old. He always made m think of that song
The Green Fields of France**.
“But my mother had other fish to fry. While the war was not actively being fought in our corner of northwest Montana, it was having a significant impact in other ways.”
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Green Fields of France sung by John McDermott -
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