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04/02/00 Uncle Sam Wants You By Eddie Nambulous Soldiers. Warriors. Men-at-arms. Through the centuries they’ve been a source of pride to their home turfs. Men and (most recently and rightfully) women of honor who selflessly enter into battle against the nasties of the world to protect people, country and the general peace. They are the few, the proud, the … alien? The public rarely questions the military. Why would we? They’re sworn to protect us, it’s their job – we can trust them. Well, gentle citizens, the Paranoid could argue another story. Patriots. Loyalists. Killing machines meant to follow whatever order they’re given without question. Harsh, to be sure. And I mean no disrespect to the pure and true soldiers who do love and protect the fine soil of both the U.S. of A. and the turf where ever you might be reading this. I’m simply urging you all to remember that the only way we can be sure we’re truly safe is to know that the official-Brass, the tops of the tops, the guys giving the orders to those sworn to follow them are worthy of that honor. And there’s something to be said about individuality when the choices are as weighty as those our Seals, Special-ops and Top-Guns are making. How safe is it to follow blindly? The Paranoid know never to do that -- we get how important it is to remain individual in our beliefs. Call it an unofficial checks-and-balances system – if the soldiers have to follow orders, we sure as heck better question them! Imagine if we all went through basic training – and I’m not talking about the bad food and calluses. No, I’m talking about the rebuilding of ones image in that of good-old, notorious, conspiracy-covering Uncle Sam. If such die-hard, paranoid, individualists weren’t out here who would be left to question the men with all the badges, medals and over-starched uniforms? And what if the enemy decided to hide behind those same standard greens? Scary, scary. It was an effort to check out the military that prompted Foster to infiltrate the ranks of their most exclusive war-contest – The Red Flag competition. Inside he found some hard-nosed competitors, a hard-ass drill-sergeant, super-soldiers willing to do anything to get the prize … and the Gua. Claiming the Red Flag meant a cushy appointment to whatever military rank or arena the winner chose to enter. Sounded like a good way for the Gua to get their slimy selves into positions of power over the very folks sworn to keep us safe. Foster and I knew if we let that happen, it would mean we’d lost the war before we had a chance to fight it. Suddenly old Eddie was pondering the dangers of unquestioned loyalty. And don’t misunderstand me, future alien-slayers. We need our soldiers – and we should honor and respect them -- without them who knows where we’d be. You and I fight the good fight in our own way, with our own skills on the computer, on-line, at home and everywhere – we are the soldiers of tomorrow, albeit untraditional ones. And I don’t know about you guys, but picking up a gun, storming the castle, wrestling alligators, fox hole strategy and facing down evil from the most front of the front-lines, well there’s a place I’m happy that we have someone willing to watch our backs. Our soldiers take huge risks – let’s just make sure they’re taking them from the right leaders. The Gua are trying to take us down from the inside. They’re in the government, infiltrating our war forces, our businesses – they use our bodies. So if you’re out there, and I know you are, keep an eye on just about everybody because you’ll find corruption in the darndest places. Foster and I are looking to wake the military up to the threat within. And you can help -- question authority, nothing is absolute – except, of course, the unbelievable. READ CADE'S CORRESPONDING JOURNAL
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