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  INVASION USA III

  The Battle for Survival

  By

  T I Wade

  INVASION USA III. Copyright © 2011 by T I Wade.

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  Library of Congress Catalogue-in-Publication Data

  Wade, T I INVASION USA III / T I Wade.—1st ed.

  eNovel EDITION – May 2012

  Editor – Sherry Emanuel, Raleigh, NC

  Cover design by Jack Hillman, Hillman Design Group, Sedona, AZ

  eBook editions by eBooks by Barb for booknook.biz

  From the Author:

  This novel is only a story—a story of fiction that could, or might come true sometime in the future. The people in this story are all fictitious, but since the story takes place in our present day, some of the people mentioned could be real people. No names have been given to these people and there were no thoughts to treat these people as good or bad people. Just people who are living at the time the story is written. Are you ready to survive a life-changing moment that could turn your life upside-down sometime in the near future?

  Read on and find out!

  Is your survival knife honed and ready yet?

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Verrazano Narrows Bridge – The Eulogy

  Chapter 1

  North Carolina – Two weeks later - February

  Chapter 2

  Buck, Sally and the Smart Family - February

  Chapter 3

  Carlos and Colombia – February

  Chapter 4

  1st Meeting: Andrews - March

  Chapter 5

  North Carolina

  Chapter 6

  Meeting at Preston’s Airfield – March

  Chapter 7

  Mo Wang – Island of Roatán, Honduras - February

  Chapter 8

  Yuma

  Chapter 9

  Mo Wang – Honduras

  Chapter 10

  The Calderón Brothers - March

  Chapter 11

  Grandpa Roebels - March

  Chapter 12

  Mo Wang - At Sea

  Chapter 13

  Calderón – Mexico

  Chapter 14

  The United States – March

  Chapter 15

  Mo Wang - Florida and Virginia

  Chapter 16

  April 1st Meeting

  Chapter 17

  Manuel Calderón and Mexico

  Chapter 18

  April Meeting in North Carolina

  Chapter 19

  Calderón and Mexico – April

  Chapter 20

  Mo Wang’s New Baby

  Chapter 21

  Flight to China - April

  Prologue

  Verrazano Narrows Bridge – The Eulogy

  An hour later, the sun came out and the beauty of it hit Colonel Patterson hard. Still on top of the north tower of what was left of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, it seemed to him that the cold sunlight signaled a new beginning.

  Patterson had come pretty close to not seeing the sun come out from behind the clouds. The whole bridge had nearly collapsed. The engineers had placed explosives on both sides of the towers, severing many of the supporting cables so that the towers would not be pulled down once the middle cables pulled away from the structures. It had worked, but the towers had swayed like crazy and several pieces of unsecured equipment had fallen off as the whole middle structure of the bridge fell, demolishing everything below it.

  The fighting was still going on at the Global Terminal, with several hundred Chinese Red Guards refusing to surrender and about to encounter another 5,000 defending soldiers who were on the move toward the fighting. The first two Chinese container ships loaded with food now destined for starving Americans were secure. They sustained considerable cosmetic damage, but they could easily be repaired.

  Marines, waiting on the cranes with ropes, had dropped onto the top of the containers as the ships had stopped, and there was a massive firefight with both sides taking heavy casualties.

  This first ship seemed to have the most enemy soldiers on it, and many of the upper containers looked like colanders with hundreds of bullet holes. There were thousands of dead bodies all over the ship as the Marines took control from the bow area and moved along the ship inside and out, killing everyone in their way. At one point, there were over 10,000 soldiers fighting aboard the superstructure, many in hand-to-hand combat.

  The second ship carried far fewer enemy soldiers, and once this ship was secure, the men aimed into the melee on the first ship and one-by-one the enemy numbers decreased. By the time a gunship came overhead and started pouring fire onto the vessel, white flags began to appear from the deck areas of the first ship.

  A tough fight was going on the third and fourth ships, and the two Gunships raked the ship from end-to-end, literally blowing pieces of steel container wall in all directions.

  Within thirty minutes of sinking the aircraft carrier, the invasion of the United States was over. Much of the food on the upper levels of the ships would not be of any use, but starving people wouldn’t care and the damaged containers represented a very small percentage of the total cargo.

  It took another 48 hours before the men in control of the defense of their country met again in the headquarters of the whole operation—a warehouse at McGuire Air Force Base. Two other large warehouses were filled with injured, and a third was already packed with bodies for burial. There had been very heavy losses.

  ***

  The President flew in on Air Force One—the Huey flown by Buck and Barbara—with the First Family aboard. As usual, Secret Service agents cleared a path for him to enter the meeting and he was still the only politician in attendance.

  Dozens of Air Force, Army, Navy, and Marine base commanders had been flown in, most of them catching a ride on the food aircraft returning to McGuire to collect the base’s last reserves of rations to go out to the civilians. There were 200 men and women in attendance as the President and the First Family entered. A rousing round of applause greeted the President who acknowledged it by smiling at the large group as he took his seat in the front row.

  Coffee and freshly made Danish were offered to him, the base’s kitchen now fully operational, and everyone took their seats as Vice Admiral Rogers took the podium as the most senior officer in attendance. Outside, all the aircraft that had served in the defense of the invasion stood in proud formation around Baby Huey on three sides to welcome the President. Even Preston’s damaged P-51 was in the line. It wasn’t a big formation of aircraft. The three F-4s with five of the captured Chinese fighters were still flyable and were on one side of the entrance way. In the center was Baby Huey—still “Air Force One” to most of them—and on the other side stood Lady Dandy, the three P-51s, and the P-38. In two lines behind them were the ten C-130s, and in front of the warehouse entrance were the two AC-130 Gunships with a space in between them, and behind them were the two HC-130 Tankers. Even FedEx was represented, as well as the Cessna 210 and the Pilatus flown in by Mike, John, Sally, and Pam.

  Oliver and
the growing puppy, as well as Little Beth, who had begged to see her puppy again when she found Mike at Seymour Johnson, had joined the fly-in. As Beth ran into Martie’s arms, Preston realized that he had a couple of new permanent family members.

  Will Smart had now achieved three flights and was getting better at flying. The President was happy to see Will and family again and shook his hand, congratulating him on overcoming his fear. The four kids immediately got together and obtained front row seats.

  “Mr. President and family, members of all the U.S. military, and civilians of a very proud United States of America,” started Vice Admiral Rogers. “I want to first congratulate you on a job well done. We have thwarted the enemy and now I believe the real work begins. We have many brave men who have given their lives so that we can sit here in victory today, and I would like to ask Colonel Patterson to come up and remember our fallen.”

  Colonel Patterson stood up from the front row, walked to the podium, and received a standing ovation. He put his hand up for silence. “Mr. President, First Family, Vice Admiral Rogers, members of the U.S. armed forces, and civilians of the United States, the reason we won was purely because we came together as a nation to fight an enemy who wanted to destroy the freedoms we have championed around the world. It took the enemy 30 years to formulate and carry out a plan we destroyed in three weeks. It is over now. The rebuilding effort will take decades before life across planet Earth gets back to normal.

  “We will not know the full impact of this invasion for a long time to come, but we do know there are millions of dead people everywhere. From tomorrow forward, all our efforts will go towards saving lives and rebuilding this nation—getting the fundamentals of law and order back so that people can once again live in a peaceful society. It wasn’t my knowledge that won the war. I followed the plan of a man I met only two weeks ago—a man who could see the whole picture, thanks to many others each giving him a piece of the puzzle. From this information, he put together a plan that was given to me a day before his death, and as a soldier, I followed my orders to the letter.

  “The man who saved the United States of America, General Pete Allen, is not here with us today, nor are any of his family members. But for many others, he will be remembered as the man who ultimately planned the defeat of the Invasion of the United States of America, and the rest of the world.”

  The room all stood and a long and enthusiastic ovation was given to the man who, just three weeks earlier, was unknown to most people. “There are many to thank, and thanks to bravery, brain power, and guts, we can begin to rebuild our nation. I want to remember our fallen and will call out the numbers from each area of the military. From our brave United States Navy, the Submarine Dauntless, 37 crew members lost their lives in New York Harbor. Seven members of the Destroyer fleet were killed. Thank you for the sacrifice of your men, Vice Admiral Rogers, and for their important part in the final attack. These men helped destroy three of the five military vessels that entered New York Harbor. We mourn the loss of Colonel Grady, a man who, when asked, got Army troops moving within hours and was the first Army to enter New York by road. He was killed by aircraft fire, and we mourn Colonel Grady and the 1,473 brave Army soldiers who died along with him. Thanks to the Marines under Colonel Mickiewicz from Camp Lejeune, and Colonel Mathews from Quantico. The Marines have played an important part in the defense of this country from Day One. We lost 486 brave Marines. Casualties from our incoming forces returning from outside the United States are included in these numbers. Finally, the United States Air Force, under the command of General Pete Allen, lost 597 brave Air Force personnel who gave their lives for their country.

  “We might never know our civilian casualties, but we do know that millions of men, women, and children have died since midnight on January 1st, and many more are going to perish before stability is restored here and around the world. For every person who has died in the largest and most horrible atrocity the world has ever seen, I would like all of you to stand and pray for a minute, remembering the many who have fallen so others may live.”

  For a long minute, all heads were lowered and thanks given to God and for the people who had died around the world. Then the President got up to speak, everybody sat down, and Colonel Patterson returned to his seat.

  “There are many people to thank, but I believe that now is not the time. The real time to thank all the special people will be in spring, when new crops are growing, our dead are buried, and we will have started to rebuild the United States. We have no government, nor do we need one for the moment. Everybody here today is the new government of the United States, and until my term ends, whenever that comes about, all my efforts and the efforts of my family will be directed toward saving as many people as we can and bringing law and order back into the United States of America.

  “There are people out there, American people as malevolent as the people we have just defeated. Evil has not been completely abolished. Until our military establishes law and order in this country, we cannot go forward. In my power as President of the United States, I give the direct order that martial law will be put in place across the country. Our returning military personnel will be placed throughout the country to stop any people killing men, women, and children until our nation’s police force is once again in control. Within two months, every single soldier will be here on home soil, and America will rebuild for as long as it takes until we have a new and vibrant country. I believe the old ways are dead. Our old-fashioned style of operating is dead. We have to build from the ground up and this time we might as well do it properly—to look after our people, all the people of the world, and look after this fragile planet we call home. I believe we are entering a new period in history and, while I’m President of the United States of America, we will continue to build toward a new peaceful era for the American people, for all the people of the world, and for our planet called Earth. Thank you.”

  ***

  The immediate problems facing the American troops, now growing by 15,000 per day, were threefold:

  a. Restore law and order,

  b. Feed the starving masses heading south, and

  c. Determine how to respectfully deal with the millions of bodies already frozen or decomposing in every area around the United States.

  The farm in Apex, North Carolina was quiet only for a day, with a dozen guards making sure that the growing number of people around its fenced perimeter didn’t get inside. Word was spreading that this little farm in the middle of nowhere was a food sanctuary and the area around the southern portion of the farm and along the roads was filling up with hungry people. Tents had been erected, and soldiers had trucked out several porta-potties and given out any Air Force supplies they had in the hangar.

  As the aircraft returned and came in to land each person was shocked to see the masses of people outside the front gate. Preston immediately got one of the C-130s into Seymour Johnson, as well as diverting Lady Dandy and the Cargomaster. Three hours later the rest of the aircraft were refueled and readied to continue the food drive. Baby Huey came in, her responsibility as Air Force One, now transferred to another military helicopter out of Andrews Air Force Base.

  The group of pilots drove to the gate where most of the Air Force soldiers had been guarding the air field. Preston got onto the roof of the truck and shouted to all who could hear him that there would be daily drops of food by helicopter into the cities and towns around the area and listed several town centers where supplies would be handed out. He explained to the anxious crowd that one person—child or adult—would receive four cases of food to last two months, until spring arrived.

  He asked for people’s commitment that each case had to last an adult for two weeks and a child for three. A computerized list of people receiving food would be compiled at each distribution point and a valid ID would be necessary to get their four cases. Nobody on the list would receive any more food.

  Soldiers would be deployed in the next few weeks to re-establish
law and order, and any persons accused of theft or murder would face courts of their peers in their towns. A guilty verdict would result in expulsion from that town with a purple tattoo on their forehead to warn other communities about the person.

  “There is no more food here at this Air Force base,” Preston stated. “The food is airlifted into here in bulk, split up, and then airlifted out again. We will have two helicopters later today that can make ten drops of one ton of food per drop per day. We will not give you food anywhere except in your city or town where we designate a drop zone; drop zones will be assigned within the next 24 hours. Go back to your towns and as soon as we get food and troops to guard it and distribute it, under computer supervision, we will be there. Thank you. Now please go back to your towns.”

  The next day, Oliver was on his usual trail around the airport, the nearly fully- grown puppy a few yards behind him. The soldiers were mostly gone, apart from three who were still assigned to the airport. This time, Preston and Martie had risen early and accompanied the dogs on their sniff and search, and Little Beth was still fast asleep. They had both lost weight. Carlos and Sally—Sally now on leave from the Air Force until needed again—were still asleep in the hangar, as were Buck and Barbara. David and Jennifer, also on leave, had moved in with Joe and the boys. Pam Wallace had taken a fancy to Joe and had also moved across to the neighboring farm. Mike Mallory was leaving in a few days to return home and so was John. They had both found their families and were heading home to get their neighborhoods up and running.