299 Days VIII: The War
299 Days VIII: The War
by
Glen Tate
Book Eight in the ten book 299 Days series.
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299 Days VIII: The War
Copyright © 2014 by Glen Tate
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To the real
Team. Few men, especially civilians, ever get to know what it is like to be in a band
of brothers. Very few ever get to experience knowing that you will die for a brother
and that he will die for you. I have been given this extremely rare honor and will
treasure it my entire life. I thank God for putting these men in my life.
This ten-book series follows Grant Matson and others as they navigate through a partial
collapse of society. Set in Washington State, this series depicts the conflicting
worlds of preppers, those who don't understand them, and those who fear and resent
them.
The War
is the eighth book in the
299 Days
series
For many people at Pierce Point and the rest of Washington State, the upcoming New
Year is a time for hope, and belief that life is going to improve and the Collapse
will end. For Grant Matson and the 17
th
Irregulars, the New Year means only one thing – war. The time has come, and they
have received their orders from HQ. Grant must come clean with Lisa and tell her the
truth about his work as he plans to abandon his family once again.
While the Loyalists drunkenly and selfishly celebrate New Year’s Eve, the Patriots
mount a surprise attack on Frederickson, making way for the 17
th
Irregulars to move toward Olympia. As the battle moves on, the men quickly realize
the importance of everything they have been training for when they find themselves
ambushed. Doing everything he can to suppress his own fear and lead the 17
th
Irregulars, Grant motivates them to persevere as they fight for liberty and restoring
the country to the greatness it once was.
Books from the 299 Days series published to date:
Book One –
299 Days: The Preparation
Book Two –
299 Days: The Collapse
Book Three –
299 Days: The Community
Book Four –
299 Days: The Stronghold
Book Five –
299 Days: The Visitors
Book Six –
299 Days: The 17
th
Irregulars
Book Seven –
299 Days: The Change of Seasons
Book Eight –
299 Days: The War
For more about this series, free bonus chapters, and to be notified about
future releases, please visit
www.299days.com
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About the Author:
Glen Tate has a front row seat to the corruption in government and writes the
299 Days
series from his first-hand observations of why a collapse is coming and predictions
on how it will unfold. Much like the main character in the series, Grant Matson, the
author grew up in a rural and remote part of Washington State. He is now a forty-something
resident of Olympia, Washington, and is a very active prepper. “Glen” keeps his real
identity a secret so he won’t lose his job because, in his line of work, being a prepper
and questioning the motives of the government is not appreciated.
Table of Contents
Collapse Christmas at Camp Murray
Christmas Dinner at Marion Farm
“Are You Going to Put Bad Guys in Jail?”
A New Year Under New Management
Everything Can Change on a New Year’s Day
“There’s a New Sheriff in Town”
Pumpkin Pie … with Whipped Cream
HVT
(December 17)
“We’re hit!” screamed helicopter co-pilot, Lt. Francisco “Paco” Mendez, into the radio.
“AC shot!” he said, referring to the aircraft commander, Nedderman, who was slumped
over in the pilot’s seat to the right of Mendez.
“Small arms fire!” Mendez screamed some more. By now, eight military, contractor-looking
soldiers had swarmed the helicopter. Mendez looked at one of them through the helicopter’s
windshield and gripped his pistol. He was terrified.
The soldier came up to the windshield and flashed Mendez seven fingers, followed by
a fist, and then two fingers. This was the code they used to identify themselves as
friendlies and proceed with the mission as planned. Mendez sighed in relief. He was
99% sure he knew who these soldiers were, and that shooting Nedderman had been necessary,
but he was glad to know for certain.
Mendez motioned for the soldiers, or contractors, or whoever they were, to get into
the helicopter. As they poured into the helicopter, Mendez got back on the radio.
He called in his location, standard operating procedure for when an aircraft was hit.
“I’m getting the hell out of here,” he screamed into the radio.
“Go! Go! Go!” someone screamed on the radio in a panic.
The apparent team leader, who was the first in the helicopter, got on the helicopter’s
intercom and said, “You’re going to St. Pete’s Hospital.”
“Really?” asked Mendez. He wondered if this was to get Nedderman medical care, although
Nedderman was supposed to be shot in this mission.
“Yes. Trust me,” the team leader said. “Seven, zero, two, bro, 7-0-2.” That meant
that this was the ultimate destination for the pick-up, as called for by mission number
702. Mendez had been told that the pick-up location would not be disclosed until they
were in-flight.
Mendez wondered why they would steal a Blackhawk helicopter and shoot the lead pilot,
just to go to a hospital. He wondered what he’d gotten himself into.
“Bearing is 230,” the team leader said into the intercom, telling Mendez which direction
to go to get to the hospital.
“They have a helo pad?” Mendez asked, suspecting that the hospital probably did.
“Affirmative,” the team leader said. They flew in silence for about thirty seconds.
“Tell the TOC,” the team leader said, referring the Tactical Operations Center back
at Camp Murray, “that you’re getting the pilot to the hospital. Leave it vague.”
Mendez got on the radio to the TOC and said, “I’m taking Kevin to the hospital,” he
said, using Nedderman’s first name to make it seem like they were close friends and
on the same side.
“Do it,” the scared voice from the TOC said.
“Tell them it’s St. Pete’s and that you’ll land on the roof,” the team leader said
into the intercom. Mendez followed orders.
“What’s going to happen at the hospital?” Mendez asked into the intercom, double checking
that he was talking on the intercom and not the open channels that could be heard
by the TOC.
“We’re going to drop off your pilot,” the team leader said, “And pick someone up.”
“Why?” Mendez asked, realizing he didn’t need to know that now.
“HVT,” the soldier said, meaning a “high-value target.”
“Just our luck,” he continued, “an HVT is at the hospital and we have a great reason
to land a helicopter on the roof. Pretty cool, huh?”
Then Mendez remembered what the team leader said when he first got into the helicopter:
they were going to “see the Attorney General.” That must be the HVT.
“Okay,” replied the team leader as they approached the hospital’s roof and prepared
to land. “Don’t leave without ten guys: the eight of us, the HVT, and another guy.”
“Copy,” Mendez said.
“We’ll take the pilot out and into the hospital, and then, once we’re in there, we’ll
go get the HVT,” the team leader said. “If anyone asks why you have eight guys on
board that you didn’t report, tell them that you were freaked out by the pilot getting
shot.”
“Roger that,” Mendez said.
“TOC,” Mendez said into the open channels, “ETA to hospital is one minute. Tell them
we’re coming.”
“Copy,” said the TOC radio operator, who then realized Mendez had said “we” were coming.
“How many you got on board?” she asked.
“Kevin and some operators who were at the landing site and taking fire,” Mendez answered.
“Proceed,” she said.
“Now the hospital won’t be surprised to see us,” the team leader said on the intercom.
“Nice.” That would mean a lower chance of having to shoot innocent hospital staff
when they were in there.