PATIENT EVIL - An R.J. Godlewski / Right Truth Blog Exclusive - Chapter Thirty-Six
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Chapter Thirty-Six
September, 20xx
Kerch, Ukraine
Jonas followed Carmassi as best as he could. It wasn’t easy, as he kept slipping on the muddy slopes of the bank. The occasional greenery of growth allowed him to reach out and pull his bulk forward, stopping from time to time to dislodge a clump of mud from his sandals. Still, it was an awkward process; one aggravated by the knowledge that either one of them could be shot dead at any given moment from an unknown quantity of Ukrainian forces.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Carmassi’s statement appeared rather ridiculous coming out of someone trying to pass as an Arab.
“My thoughts?” snorted Jonas. “I’m thinking about not falling down this bank into the water and drowning. I’m thinking about not getting shot by someone out looking for someone who I’m pretending to be. Mostly, however, I’m trying to figure out how the hell I got talked into this mess.”
Carmassi paused for a moment, glancing over the water that seemed to flow into a large concrete channel in the distance. Despite what his friend had been griping about, the environment was tranquil and he could find no trouble in imagining himself seated upon the bank and fishing.
“Well?” Jonas spat into the water. “Do I get my penny?”
“Sure.” Carmassi smiled awkwardly and with much difficulty owing to his latex mask. “As soon as we get back home.”
“Great.” belched Jonas. “I’ll never live to see it.”
“Do you know what today is?” Carmassi’s tone turned more serious. “Today is September 11th. Just another autumn day had it not been for nineteen Arab students in 2001 who ushered in perhaps the longest war in our nation’s history.
“On that particular day, I lost many good friends and since then I’ve lost many, many more. I’d become not just your typical government operative dealing with renegade terrorists but a proud patriot defending his nation from those who wish to destroy it.
“Yes, I admit. We haven’t been attacked since and I understand that our fellow countrymen don’t have a clue as to what we’re doing out here dressed like the bastards that attacked us so many years ago. Perhaps, ironically, we have to dress like them in the same manner as they had to dress and act like us before they attacked. I don’t know and really I don’t care.”
Carmassi drew in a deep breath before continuing. “Right now I want to kill as many of the sonofabitchs as I can. I don’t care if I ever get back to the United States so long as I know that there still is a United States to beckon me home.
“This is not about who we are or what we do. It’s about the future. It’s about whether we as American citizens hold responsibility for our own safety. Yes, you and I just happen to work for the federal government, but would it absolve us of our duty had we not been so employed?”
“Well, I …”
“Listen, Jonas. The radical Muslims want to attack us for no other reason than they don’t like our way of life. Maybe they’re jealous, I don’t know. Crap, I don’t give a flying leap. We can’t take the chance and pull one of those ‘not all Muslims are bad and so therefore we shouldn’t seek out those who are’ bullshit.
“As my granddad used to say, ‘shoot them all and let God sort them out.’ Cruel? Definitely! So is war! So is survival! The cowardly die and the compassionate are persecuted by tyrants. We’re in a war and we need to win, win, win, WIN!”
After the exchange, Jonas wasn’t sure if he was given a new lease on life or had just met the landlord bearing an eviction notice. Either way, he knew that he was in for a challenge; a threat to his status quo that would change him one way or another.”
Carmassi sensed the inner turbulence of his friend after a few minutes of reflection. “Listen, Jonas. I’m not you and you’re not me. I’m the warrior; you’re the desk jockey. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything like that but what we are matters very little if we’re not Americans first and foremost. We need to win for the country, not for our own conveniences.”
Gazing out towards the invitingly clean and passable channel in the distance, Jonas subconsciously stood erect and proceeded more confidentally towards the east. “I suppose you’re right.” He paused for the briefest of moments as his voice deepened with intent. “Hell, Flo ruined my life years ago anyway. Might as well take my frustrations out on someone else for a change!”
“Heh, might as well…” Carmassi’s words faded without conclusion as his eyes spied something in the distance. “That’s not two guys over there is it?”
Jonas froze quickly and ducked briefly, scanning the horizon for anything unusual or threatening. “Where?”
“There. About two hundred yards away in the channel.”
Swallowing a lump, Jonas saw the two haphazardly dress men. He couldn’t focus clearly on just who they might have been and barely had visual acuity sufficient to see that they were, in fact, two barely dressed walking – one in a decidedly subservient trek.
“Two guys all right.” Carmassi whispered. “Not Ukrainians, as near as I can tell.”
“Who then?” replied Jonas softly.
“We’ll find out.” Carmassi replied coldly. “From now on, buddy, we’re Arabs.”
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