HuntingWolf
Membership Revoked
Well, here’s the start of a story that I hope that you will like. I’ll be slow to post chapters, maybe one every couple of months after Chapter 1, due to not having a internet connection and schooling.
Please note; This is not a racist story! It isn’t a turner dairies or something for Stormfront. It is a tale of how things fall apart and the bad decisions people make.
Please enjoy.
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Book 1: Shake, Rattle, and Roll
Prologue: The Telling
Sept. 19th, 2060
Fort Detroit, Michigan
He sat in the wheelchair, scratching at his old uniform, looking out the window at the squads of soldiers moving around the parade grounds getting ready for him and the others. He was to be the main speaker at this rally. Being one of the few that were still alive that actually remembered what it was like before in the Insane Years. And with having so few years left too.
“Dang uniform itches, I hate wool!” He said to Thor and Asgard, his black and tan Dobermans, which went with him almost everywhere. Dang good bodyguards too!
Yes, today was the day he remembered. 50 years ago the world and America changed for ever. Madrid happen. And he had been 45 at the time, now at a 95, he was still amazed that he had live through it intact. Though his knees had finally given out. 50 years of disasters, war, plague and near extinction of his kind. And now, we are going to celebrate it, he thought sadly. So many dead and gone, family and friends, for decades now.
But really, they where right. DVDs, old videos, music CDs and videos, and books, and the few remaining from that time, had shown them an America that was inconceivable to them. A country full of people that only cared about what was in it for them. Morales shot all to hell. People reducing themselves to levels of immorality and filth that had made the Devil dance with glee. And still looking for whatever way they could lower themselves further. Most of it done in the name of “personnel freedom.”
No wonder they called it the Insane Years. And where glad they had been spared living in it.
The door to the room open and Field Nurse 1st Lt. Rachel Jackson, one of his grandchildren, came in.
“Are you OK, Max? I knocked twice, but I guess you didn’t hear me?”
“I’m OK Rachel; I was just lost in thought like I get, sometimes.”
“Good, we don’t want to be losing you yet, Max”
“I’ll go when God decides its time, Rachel; I don’t have any say in the matter.”
“Amen to that, Max. Well, I’m here to wheel you over to the review stand. With an honor guard of the best warriors of our Clan, of course. Wouldn’t be right for a retired Confederate Lt. General, Founder of our Clan, General of the Forces of the Northern American Catholic Republic, Hero of Detroit, so on and so forth, not to have one“. She said, giving him a wink.
Max groan. “They not really going to mentioned all that and the rest, are they?”
“I’m sure that they will, given that it’s the 50th anniversary of Madrid. And all that has happen in that time. Some of which, you helped make happen. Your one of the few that was alive during the Insane Years lived through Madrid and all the rest that happen. Your living history to everyone in the Conferated Republics of America, Max. I can’t even believe what I have learned from you! To have seen it all, must have been like, seeing Rome fall. But because of you and the others, you brought America back. A new and totally improved one.“ She said with all seriousness.
“But, what I did, what we did, did it really make it better or different? Max asked. “We have just last year finally stopped being at war, almost 50 years of war, in one form or another. 100s of millions dead, 10s of millions more made refugees in strange lands. Genocide on a grand scale that hasn’t ever been seen since Stalin, Mao or Hitler. And I’m a hero?”
Rachel sighed. She hated it when Max doubted himself like this. He would barely talk for weeks now. Well, not this time! She was his blood and of his line, and seem to have some of his temper. She wasn’t going to let him get away with this now, not today and not with the Telling in a few days!
“General of the Republic Maxamillion Joseph De La Salle! That will be quite enough of that! (She knew how much he hated the titles he earned.) She saw some of the fire come back in his eyes at that! That’s right Max, get fired up!
“You and the others are not some new Hilters! You didn’t start the Race War! Those **** Muslims did, so did the Black Muslims and gangs, and those Atazan nut jobs. So did the race baiters. They were the ones, along with the old Federal government and the lackey state governors that took advantage of Madrid! So did Mexico and the rest of Latin America. They attack you, us, you didn’t start it. So stop acting like you just started killing those poor innocents, as if! You were never in charge of the whole country, Heck, you weren’t in charge of the militia forces in Michigan till after the fighting was done, you couldn‘t have stopped what was coming. I‘ve read the books and seen the movies and heard the music that was being made. What did those Blacks and Latinos thought was going to happen? That the Whites in America would just roll over and die like those Euro trash did?”
“Yes, they did and so did I. There wasn’t any doubt that whites in America would even have a prayer of making it. It just seemed like we gave up.”
“Well, that shows how wrong you all were! The flag of the Confederacy now fly’s from the North Pole to Iceland to Good Hope to Western Valhalla. We are the ones renaming whole countries! Well, us and China. The New Vatican is now here and the Church and the Holy Father are safe, since Europe died and the Muslims won. We are a country of 200 million strong and the only country that is a rival to China. And they’ll be busy with the empty lands of Asia and Russia for decades to come. You did what had to be done. And you did it with a heavy heart and were never glad with what you had to do. You made sure that we didn’t become a bunch of Nazis or Kluckers. You and the others made sure there were no death camps, death squads, or mass graves!”
“You and the others brought the greatest country on the face of the Earth back from the grave it so richly deserved. You gave it and us a chance to be great once again and I thank the Holy Trinity and the Blessed Mother, for all you did for us, Grandfather. Now, let the rest of the Clan and the Republics of the Confederacy honor you and the others for what you did. And be proud of what you have done!” She said, slightly choked up about it Boy, had she got her engine going!
She saw Max looking at her with his mouth hanging open and a slight shocked look on his face.
“You surely are one of mine, Rachel! But you’re right. What’s done is done. Can’t change it even if I wanted to. It’s probably just “Catholic Guilt”. He said laughing a little at the old joke.
“We’ll I’m glad to see your mood improve, we don’t want an old sour puss on the review stand now do we?” Rachel asked.
Before he could answer her, there was three knocks on the door. Thor and Asgard turned toward the door and were ready. Rachel gave them a wink and went to the door and opened it. There stood a Clan Warrior in his battle gear with a MK1 assault rifle. Class uniforms were a thing that his Clan Warriors never wore, nor was one even to be had.
“Lt. Jackson, the Generals honor guard is ready.” He said.
“Alright, Captain Carter, I bring the General along in a moment.”
“Thank you, Lt. Jackson. We’ll be ready”
“Oh, Captain?”
“Yes?”
“Did the Colonel O’Neal of the Second Great Republic of Texas Defense Force make it? I heard that the DC-10 that was bringing the representatives from Texas was having some trouble.”
“As a matter of fact, I did see those Texans, rowdy bunch like always, just about a half an hour ago, along with the Free Desert State and some of those Idaho Free Republicans. Why?”
“The General and Colonel O’Neal are old friends; I just wanted to be sure that he was here, safe and sound. I‘ll get the General.” She said saluting.
Turning from the door, “Well, Max, I guess it time.”
“Looks like it, wheel me out Granddaughter, my public awaits! He saw the look of confusion on her face. “Sorry, an old saying.”
“OK, you two, STAY!” Rachel commanded. Thor and Asgard both had unhappy faces. They wanted to be with their master. Besides, there was food out there!
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It had been a long day of events, parades, dinners, and speeches, people he had never met before asking to shake his hand, get his autograph, or have their picture taken with him.
Confederate Soldiers, Clan Warriors, representatives of various Republics and the Confederacy, plain citizens, and reporters. All asking him questions. The appearance of the newly built P-38 Mustangs and B-29s flying overhead had been a blast. He just regretted that he would never be able to fly one.
At 6:09 p.m. there was a moment of silence to thank God for starting the world anew and for all those that had died.
When it started to get around 10 p.m., Rachel signaled Captain Carter that Max had had enough. Captain Carter informed Confederate Major General Harry Maybourne that the General was tired and would be returning home now. General Maybourne made the announcement that the Max would now be leaving and would be heading home to the Thumb.
Captain Carter along with the rest of the honor guard formed up around the General and with Rachel pushing his wheelchair, headed for the runway and the awaiting DC-10 to take him home. As he was being wheeled away he could hear them cheering him.
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Sept 24, 2060
Fort Lobo, Stronghold of Clan Wolf
North of Sandusky, Michigan
Max was sitting in his chair next to the wood stove in one of the kitchens, dozing off, when he felt someone tugged at his sleeve. Thor and Asgard were at the feet of their master, as always.
“Grandpa Max?” He heard. “Grandpa Max!”
“What!?!” He looked around and saw who was pulling on his sleeve. Little Paul, 10 years old and 5 foot tall already, was standing there looking wide eyed at his “Grandpa Max”. “We’ll what do you want, little warrior? That kid is going to be a big man someday, he thought.
“Its time, Grandpa Max! You’re going to do the Telling of the Story! Of Madrid, the wars, the Clan! Of her! You promised! ” Paul said that tone that children get when reminding older people about something they promised. That sure hadn’t changed!
“Did I? What day is this? Who are you again?”
Paul just crossed his arms and looked at him. Oh, yes. He surely was Rachel’s boy! Asgard regarded him with one eye too.
“Is everyone here?”
“Yes, Grandpa Max, in the great hall. Mother told me to get you over there now!”
“Well than help me wheel myself in there.” He said. It was just down the hall. Paul just stepped behind Max’s chair and started pushing him done the hall with no complaints or moans of displeasure. Thor and Asgard followed at a slow pace, here was safe, nothing smelled wrong. When he got to the end of the hall, two of the older boys, he just couldn’t remember their names; open the massive steel doors, with the massive Wolfs head symbol in the center, going to the great hall.
The great hall looked like something out of a Viking or one of the Lords of the Ring movie. Lots of wood and stone, huge fire place, and large long wood tables and stone walls 4 feet thick! And 20 ft. underground.
“Hell of a bombshelter.” He thought to himself.
War trophies, weapons, flags, crucifixes, pictures and paintings hanged from the walls. But since today was the Telling of the Story, the tables had been moved to the walls, and skins and wool blankets cover the floor. Children and young adults, which were of his blood line, adopted, or married into it, along with their dogs, sat on the floor. Waiting to hear how it all happened, from him.
Against the walls, on the other side of the great hall sat the parents of the children and the members of his Clan honor guard from the a couple days ago. Must be Rachel’s doing, he thought. Captain Carter must have impressed her. Good enough for me.
He could see Captain Carter and his men were exciteted to be able to hear the Story from him, few outside the family and some Clan history scholars, had ever heard him speak about it.
Paul wheeled him over by the fireplace and went back to sit with his brothers and sisters, who were already munching on a big bowl of popcorn and drinking homemade rootbeer, with a smile from his mother. Thor and Asgard took their place at his feet. The warmth of the fire making them fall asleep.
“We’ll I guess I know why your all gathered here. So I shall begin the Telling. Better get comfy, this will take a few days to tell.”
“And so it begins, with Madrid, Sept.19th, 6:09 pm, in the year of our Lord 2010…..”
Please note; This is not a racist story! It isn’t a turner dairies or something for Stormfront. It is a tale of how things fall apart and the bad decisions people make.
Please enjoy.
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Book 1: Shake, Rattle, and Roll
Prologue: The Telling
Sept. 19th, 2060
Fort Detroit, Michigan
He sat in the wheelchair, scratching at his old uniform, looking out the window at the squads of soldiers moving around the parade grounds getting ready for him and the others. He was to be the main speaker at this rally. Being one of the few that were still alive that actually remembered what it was like before in the Insane Years. And with having so few years left too.
“Dang uniform itches, I hate wool!” He said to Thor and Asgard, his black and tan Dobermans, which went with him almost everywhere. Dang good bodyguards too!
Yes, today was the day he remembered. 50 years ago the world and America changed for ever. Madrid happen. And he had been 45 at the time, now at a 95, he was still amazed that he had live through it intact. Though his knees had finally given out. 50 years of disasters, war, plague and near extinction of his kind. And now, we are going to celebrate it, he thought sadly. So many dead and gone, family and friends, for decades now.
But really, they where right. DVDs, old videos, music CDs and videos, and books, and the few remaining from that time, had shown them an America that was inconceivable to them. A country full of people that only cared about what was in it for them. Morales shot all to hell. People reducing themselves to levels of immorality and filth that had made the Devil dance with glee. And still looking for whatever way they could lower themselves further. Most of it done in the name of “personnel freedom.”
No wonder they called it the Insane Years. And where glad they had been spared living in it.
The door to the room open and Field Nurse 1st Lt. Rachel Jackson, one of his grandchildren, came in.
“Are you OK, Max? I knocked twice, but I guess you didn’t hear me?”
“I’m OK Rachel; I was just lost in thought like I get, sometimes.”
“Good, we don’t want to be losing you yet, Max”
“I’ll go when God decides its time, Rachel; I don’t have any say in the matter.”
“Amen to that, Max. Well, I’m here to wheel you over to the review stand. With an honor guard of the best warriors of our Clan, of course. Wouldn’t be right for a retired Confederate Lt. General, Founder of our Clan, General of the Forces of the Northern American Catholic Republic, Hero of Detroit, so on and so forth, not to have one“. She said, giving him a wink.
Max groan. “They not really going to mentioned all that and the rest, are they?”
“I’m sure that they will, given that it’s the 50th anniversary of Madrid. And all that has happen in that time. Some of which, you helped make happen. Your one of the few that was alive during the Insane Years lived through Madrid and all the rest that happen. Your living history to everyone in the Conferated Republics of America, Max. I can’t even believe what I have learned from you! To have seen it all, must have been like, seeing Rome fall. But because of you and the others, you brought America back. A new and totally improved one.“ She said with all seriousness.
“But, what I did, what we did, did it really make it better or different? Max asked. “We have just last year finally stopped being at war, almost 50 years of war, in one form or another. 100s of millions dead, 10s of millions more made refugees in strange lands. Genocide on a grand scale that hasn’t ever been seen since Stalin, Mao or Hitler. And I’m a hero?”
Rachel sighed. She hated it when Max doubted himself like this. He would barely talk for weeks now. Well, not this time! She was his blood and of his line, and seem to have some of his temper. She wasn’t going to let him get away with this now, not today and not with the Telling in a few days!
“General of the Republic Maxamillion Joseph De La Salle! That will be quite enough of that! (She knew how much he hated the titles he earned.) She saw some of the fire come back in his eyes at that! That’s right Max, get fired up!
“You and the others are not some new Hilters! You didn’t start the Race War! Those **** Muslims did, so did the Black Muslims and gangs, and those Atazan nut jobs. So did the race baiters. They were the ones, along with the old Federal government and the lackey state governors that took advantage of Madrid! So did Mexico and the rest of Latin America. They attack you, us, you didn’t start it. So stop acting like you just started killing those poor innocents, as if! You were never in charge of the whole country, Heck, you weren’t in charge of the militia forces in Michigan till after the fighting was done, you couldn‘t have stopped what was coming. I‘ve read the books and seen the movies and heard the music that was being made. What did those Blacks and Latinos thought was going to happen? That the Whites in America would just roll over and die like those Euro trash did?”
“Yes, they did and so did I. There wasn’t any doubt that whites in America would even have a prayer of making it. It just seemed like we gave up.”
“Well, that shows how wrong you all were! The flag of the Confederacy now fly’s from the North Pole to Iceland to Good Hope to Western Valhalla. We are the ones renaming whole countries! Well, us and China. The New Vatican is now here and the Church and the Holy Father are safe, since Europe died and the Muslims won. We are a country of 200 million strong and the only country that is a rival to China. And they’ll be busy with the empty lands of Asia and Russia for decades to come. You did what had to be done. And you did it with a heavy heart and were never glad with what you had to do. You made sure that we didn’t become a bunch of Nazis or Kluckers. You and the others made sure there were no death camps, death squads, or mass graves!”
“You and the others brought the greatest country on the face of the Earth back from the grave it so richly deserved. You gave it and us a chance to be great once again and I thank the Holy Trinity and the Blessed Mother, for all you did for us, Grandfather. Now, let the rest of the Clan and the Republics of the Confederacy honor you and the others for what you did. And be proud of what you have done!” She said, slightly choked up about it Boy, had she got her engine going!
She saw Max looking at her with his mouth hanging open and a slight shocked look on his face.
“You surely are one of mine, Rachel! But you’re right. What’s done is done. Can’t change it even if I wanted to. It’s probably just “Catholic Guilt”. He said laughing a little at the old joke.
“We’ll I’m glad to see your mood improve, we don’t want an old sour puss on the review stand now do we?” Rachel asked.
Before he could answer her, there was three knocks on the door. Thor and Asgard turned toward the door and were ready. Rachel gave them a wink and went to the door and opened it. There stood a Clan Warrior in his battle gear with a MK1 assault rifle. Class uniforms were a thing that his Clan Warriors never wore, nor was one even to be had.
“Lt. Jackson, the Generals honor guard is ready.” He said.
“Alright, Captain Carter, I bring the General along in a moment.”
“Thank you, Lt. Jackson. We’ll be ready”
“Oh, Captain?”
“Yes?”
“Did the Colonel O’Neal of the Second Great Republic of Texas Defense Force make it? I heard that the DC-10 that was bringing the representatives from Texas was having some trouble.”
“As a matter of fact, I did see those Texans, rowdy bunch like always, just about a half an hour ago, along with the Free Desert State and some of those Idaho Free Republicans. Why?”
“The General and Colonel O’Neal are old friends; I just wanted to be sure that he was here, safe and sound. I‘ll get the General.” She said saluting.
Turning from the door, “Well, Max, I guess it time.”
“Looks like it, wheel me out Granddaughter, my public awaits! He saw the look of confusion on her face. “Sorry, an old saying.”
“OK, you two, STAY!” Rachel commanded. Thor and Asgard both had unhappy faces. They wanted to be with their master. Besides, there was food out there!
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It had been a long day of events, parades, dinners, and speeches, people he had never met before asking to shake his hand, get his autograph, or have their picture taken with him.
Confederate Soldiers, Clan Warriors, representatives of various Republics and the Confederacy, plain citizens, and reporters. All asking him questions. The appearance of the newly built P-38 Mustangs and B-29s flying overhead had been a blast. He just regretted that he would never be able to fly one.
At 6:09 p.m. there was a moment of silence to thank God for starting the world anew and for all those that had died.
When it started to get around 10 p.m., Rachel signaled Captain Carter that Max had had enough. Captain Carter informed Confederate Major General Harry Maybourne that the General was tired and would be returning home now. General Maybourne made the announcement that the Max would now be leaving and would be heading home to the Thumb.
Captain Carter along with the rest of the honor guard formed up around the General and with Rachel pushing his wheelchair, headed for the runway and the awaiting DC-10 to take him home. As he was being wheeled away he could hear them cheering him.
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Sept 24, 2060
Fort Lobo, Stronghold of Clan Wolf
North of Sandusky, Michigan
Max was sitting in his chair next to the wood stove in one of the kitchens, dozing off, when he felt someone tugged at his sleeve. Thor and Asgard were at the feet of their master, as always.
“Grandpa Max?” He heard. “Grandpa Max!”
“What!?!” He looked around and saw who was pulling on his sleeve. Little Paul, 10 years old and 5 foot tall already, was standing there looking wide eyed at his “Grandpa Max”. “We’ll what do you want, little warrior? That kid is going to be a big man someday, he thought.
“Its time, Grandpa Max! You’re going to do the Telling of the Story! Of Madrid, the wars, the Clan! Of her! You promised! ” Paul said that tone that children get when reminding older people about something they promised. That sure hadn’t changed!
“Did I? What day is this? Who are you again?”
Paul just crossed his arms and looked at him. Oh, yes. He surely was Rachel’s boy! Asgard regarded him with one eye too.
“Is everyone here?”
“Yes, Grandpa Max, in the great hall. Mother told me to get you over there now!”
“Well than help me wheel myself in there.” He said. It was just down the hall. Paul just stepped behind Max’s chair and started pushing him done the hall with no complaints or moans of displeasure. Thor and Asgard followed at a slow pace, here was safe, nothing smelled wrong. When he got to the end of the hall, two of the older boys, he just couldn’t remember their names; open the massive steel doors, with the massive Wolfs head symbol in the center, going to the great hall.
The great hall looked like something out of a Viking or one of the Lords of the Ring movie. Lots of wood and stone, huge fire place, and large long wood tables and stone walls 4 feet thick! And 20 ft. underground.
“Hell of a bombshelter.” He thought to himself.
War trophies, weapons, flags, crucifixes, pictures and paintings hanged from the walls. But since today was the Telling of the Story, the tables had been moved to the walls, and skins and wool blankets cover the floor. Children and young adults, which were of his blood line, adopted, or married into it, along with their dogs, sat on the floor. Waiting to hear how it all happened, from him.
Against the walls, on the other side of the great hall sat the parents of the children and the members of his Clan honor guard from the a couple days ago. Must be Rachel’s doing, he thought. Captain Carter must have impressed her. Good enough for me.
He could see Captain Carter and his men were exciteted to be able to hear the Story from him, few outside the family and some Clan history scholars, had ever heard him speak about it.
Paul wheeled him over by the fireplace and went back to sit with his brothers and sisters, who were already munching on a big bowl of popcorn and drinking homemade rootbeer, with a smile from his mother. Thor and Asgard took their place at his feet. The warmth of the fire making them fall asleep.
“We’ll I guess I know why your all gathered here. So I shall begin the Telling. Better get comfy, this will take a few days to tell.”
“And so it begins, with Madrid, Sept.19th, 6:09 pm, in the year of our Lord 2010…..”
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