1996: American Death Camps

Samuel Foster We live in strange times. Suffice it to say I am a captain (not my actual rank, but at least that) in the National Guard; but I can’t tell you which state, as that information surely will be the quick road to my demise. I have faithfully served my country in Desert Storm and Panama, both events having nothing to do with the National Security safety of this Great Country of ours. My wife has the same disease I have, and the doctors are still telling me I have the flue. Does a flue last eight years? We’ll get to that later. We both are under the age of forty, but we no longer look young. Nothing can change my mind that my superiors-so-called officers and gentlemen-have murdered us. One of my duties requires me to train through the rotation with other units, the ongoing guard staff […] Read More