1/20/2013
We heard foreign voices on an American military channel yesterday, and I moved the camp - ordered it. No one argued, and that makes it official for me. I'm the Boss. I know it's because they were scared, the voices were calling for everyone to surrender to the Mexican Draft, but for me, it's real now.
I'm in charge of 48 terrified, hurting refugees, and I've started wearing a radio system so that I can listen for trouble from that side too. Gangs are attacking towns in New Mexico and Colorado, the stories are awful, and many of my "sheep" are now survivors of two Wars. The threat of the Guerillas is a serious one that will require a harsh plan, and a lot of defensive work that these people will have to learn and help with.
They've had an easy ride so far, but soon that will have to change. The first mandatory meeting is coming up. Guess I'll find out then if I've done enough for them to get their support and cooperation.
1/25/2013
They've agreed to all the things I wanted. We even have a name now: Safe Haven.
We set up the two big tents along with a center bonfire, in a big metal pool, and celebrated by barbecuing the chickens Doug found on a nearby farm. Tomorrow, I'll show them the Mess truck a few of us quietly put together. It has it all, including a hot water heater, and since we have a cafeteria cook now, Hilda, we'll have regular meals soon.
We also have more heaters and supplies on the way. Kyle and Neil found an undamaged sports store. I'm damn glad to have those two. They've both volunteered for the private and the public police force I'm starting, and I've decided to split them up, have them each lead their own team. Kyle started first and I'm encouraged, feel okay about sometimes leaving the camp in his hands on third shift.
These men will be trained not as everyday guards or even Marines, but as soldiers in My army. There will be no names that can separate them once I've finished.
1/26/2013
My leadership is official, and I can see some of them waiting for me to become like the politicians of the past, but I won't use my authority unless I have to. I plan to keep giving them back some of what was stolen, and slowly, things will come together. I see a better time of it in the future, and look forward to the help my dreams keep hinting of. Five or six more like me will take us to better places…like Arkansas.