Vicious morn arrived as ordered, to accommodate the procession of daily carnage. My illegal presage, picked up by constabulary told them they need prepare. Yet for all their power and potency they lacked simple discernment and fore sight into logical military precision. It is not ammo, supply or communication hub I seek but heart. They having been given so many decades free reign to exercise their war upon humanity misunderstood painfully their exposed underbelly, their own vulnerability to dedicated philosopher. Their power, overwhelming to the innocent is provocation to saint, for it declares itself sovereign. Yes, with little s always missing the humility required to actually win wars knowing that except but for the Grace of God Almighty we are all just temporary by His Good Graces.

They feed upon the vulnerable, always the innocent must pay for their wicked lusts. It is the heart of their evil mandate, that no innocent things shall survive their terror intended to prove their mantra, “survival of the fittest”. Through tyranny they declare themselves the greatest power by consuming the unprotected, never dreaming until the moment I held their head in my crooked arms that they themselves could ever be hunted. Time to shatter their fraudulent hypothesis. Today I would take from them that which assured their mistaken prowess, the little girls and boys made captive by their frailty, the elderly languishing from malnutrition and medical care. They would know freedom from the wicked and being set free would find their will to stand as Sons and Daughters of God, against the maelstrom of the malignant, risen by the power of hell to consume mankind. Today I prepared a special shame for them in their tortured thinking. I brought with me 50 of the best women fighters I could muster. Women having lost their children to conquest, their husbands to the demons of war their parents to the grave of a world ill equipped to protect them. Today the wicked would know themselves pray, not from superior beings an idea they may plausibly accept but from the clever passions of those they thought incapable of fighting back against their cruel devices.

We had tunneled for months, organized, preparing each yard set in concrete or solid support we burrowed beneath their ramparts from the destruction of the village beyond. It’s cold remnants and darkened puddles reflecting the bombs dropped upon sleeping families were reminder enough of cruelty to give us focus to finish our work. We slept, ate and worked below ground taking care to conceal any egress from our battlements through the caves into the valley beyond enemy scout recon. We had perfect in our practice, not from arrogance but from humility, knowing that our one chance at victory lay in that perfection of execution. We fought for the lives of all those waiting, upon God to come and save them. Well God had sent us today and we prayed by His benevolent mercy that we would be enough to set them free to know the light of His love once again. Our tunnels 98% complete we prepared for distractive entry to draw their attention away from our breach point. In diversion we had stolen a small plane fueled to the top and stuffed with all things flammable. It would create such a conflagration at impact our assault would hopefully go completely unnoticed giving us the minutes needed to enter the hospital cell rooms and remove those for which we mounted today’s assault. We hoped none would die but knew otherwise as our pilot vowed to offer his own life to bring about the perfect diversion for entry. He honored his family as he descended over their walls aiming directly for their arms depot. The war begun.