To See the Summer Sky: Book Three of the John Henry Chronicles
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"To See the Summer Sky was both entertaining and frightening, a wild ride."
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D.M. Herrmann
D.M. Herrmann is a retired soldier, having spent twenty years in the U.S. Army. Enjoying a rich, adventurous, and non-traditional army career, he draws on those experiences, crafting them into elements of these stories. He has authored three fiction novels under the pseudonym Evan Michael Martin. Fire of Death is the fourth novel in the John Henry Chronicles series. He lives in Wisconsin.
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To See the Summer Sky - D.M. Herrmann
PROLOGUE
"Shhhh," the man said. His heavy bearded younger partner peered into the thick brush ahead. The rustle of the leaves and branches told them their quarry was near. The two men lay on the ground and didn’t move. The rustling intensified as they waited, their heart beats picking up speed as the excitement of the moment was driven by extra adrenalin coursing through their bodies.
BAM,
the single shot from the older bearded man’s rifle rang out through the forest.
A crash, and then silence followed.
A quick glance between the two men and then they exclaimed together, WOO HOO!
Jumping to their feet, the two men moved slowly over to the tan and white mass lying on the ground. The shooter reached his rifle forward and tapped the deer’s eye. When the deer didn’t move, he said, He’s dead.
The hunting partners stood there for a moment letting the adrenaline rush subside.
Good shot,
the older man said to his youthful, bearded partner. If you’d have missed, Emma would never had let you live it down.
Yeah, Sweetie would have busted my chops for days. Young as she is, that girl can bring down the disapproval over anyone’s shooting ability better than someone much older.
You gonna tell her about her grandpa?
Of course. Just trying to figure out how best to tell the story, the one that is so hard to tell.
She’ll learn it from somebody. Better it comes from you. After all, you’re her dad.
CHAPTER 1
To be prepared for war is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.
—George Washington
It had been a few months since the EMP started what would bring us all to this point—living in a world without electricity, vehicles, or computers. As the head of this group, I found keeping the family informed of what was happening to be sometimes a less than pleasant experience. I’m John Henry, and my story continues.
As was our custom, we met on the porch of the large cabin in Lakeview, Wisconsin. It had become our living room
in the nicer weather months of the year. Those days would be ending soon, in about six to eight weeks I figured, before the days started getting chilly.
For the Big Picture
talks, I liked for everyone to get together and hear it one time, ask questions, and discuss any issues. Then I knew everyone had the same information.
I didn’t hold too much back in those meetings, unless the kids were present. Much of what was coming was a bit intense for them, and they didn’t need to hear it. Their lives had been disrupted enough, although the three boys had almost gone feral
and were adapting to our new way of life quite nicely.
Mike, my grandson, was the only one who had strong memories of before the EMP. He still missed playing his video games online with his friends.
Linda’s boys, Ethan and Caleb, were young enough that their memories weren’t as clear, or as my son, Chief Brian Henry, had said once, their addiction was not as developed.
Okay, everyone, listen up,
I began. Trouble is coming…
What’s new?
Chris Rahn said. It’s always trouble anymore.
First Sergeant Chris Rahn and a few men of his had their permanent residence here. They had moved into a cabin that was built on my land near the big cabin.
No shit,
Craig Henry replied. Being my youngest son, Craig didn’t hold back his opinions. Today he was uncustomarily alone as Addie was on guard in the bunker, and Gary Jones, our resident former marine, was out back watching the field.
We’d have to move that guard point soon as it was too close to the new cabins to be of any value to us. We now had five, counting the two cabins that would be finished in another day or so. They were beginning to block our view of the field and woods behind the main cabin.
Brian wanted to build a tower closer to the field or even in the tree line. I nixed that idea, because we didn’t have the communications wire to string a phone that far. It would have to be something closer in. I didn’t think a tower was a good idea, either.
It’s too big of a target and too far out to get help if it’s needed,
I told him.
He didn’t like my answer.
Okay, everyone. Listen up,
I said to the family situated around me on the porch. Sam and I were on the Ham.
Sam on the Ham,
Brian quipped.
Knock it off, Brian. Things are going to get real serious,
I replied.
His soldiers, all standing around or sitting by the steps, chuckled at Chief Henry being told what to do.
May I continue,
I said, glaring at Brian and then his men.
Sorry, Dad,
he said.
As I was saying, Sam and I were on the Ham.
Brian stared at his feet, and I knew he was getting ready to be a smart ass. He kept his mouth shut.
Seems FEMA is going to come looking for us and their leader, Major Wolfe, is of a mind to take no prisoners.
He’s not their leader, John. They have a FEMA guy, a Captain Jamison. Real hard case. He’s in charge. Wolfe is probably just there because he knows the area,
Rahn interjected.
Anyway,
I continued. My irritation at being interrupted was starting to show.
What does ‘take no prisoners’ mean, John?
Linda Haines asked.
Folks, please, we can save the questions till after I explain what is happening,
I snapped.
Then, realizing that unlike the rest of us, Linda didn’t have direct military experience, probably didn’t know what that meant, and if she did, she had two little boys to worry about, so I explained.
Exactly what it sounds like. No prisoners, no survivors,
I said probably a bit too bluntly.
Her hand went to her mouth as she took in what that meant.
Way to go, John. Scaring people is not what you should be doing right now.
Major Wolfe,
I continued, giving Rahn one of my don’t interrupt me, please looks, said he is coming for us and plans to destroy us. It seems he didn’t like me too much, either. That means we must step up our game here a bit.
I stopped and let my eyes travel across everyone that was present. I had their attention.
Brian, I know you have roving patrols out, and that will continue for quite a while. We are not alone, either.
Brian started to say something, thought better of it and kept silent.
I gave him a dad smile and continued. An old U.S. Army friend, Peter Corn from the Rez, is sending some people over here to help with the patrols. They’ll be on horseback and will be staying here. They’ll patrol the back roads and logging trails, as well as help with the Hummer patrols.
Boy, that’s a switch. Indians rescuing the settlers,
Brian quickly remarked.
I couldn’t get mad at that one even if he didn’t say it politically correct as it helped lessen the intensity of my words and relaxed everyone a bit. He got another look anyway.
So, we’ll have the nine soldiers plus Rahn and our people, and about ten or so from the Rez. That’s roughly about forty people in total. I wish we had more. Maybe we can reach out to the few that stayed out here and the Winstons for help. After the Winstons’ little run-in with a couple of the FEMA boys and Charlie’s visit here the other day, I think they’ll be in with us. I don’t see them taking orders from any of us, though.
Besides the patrols, what do you want us to do?
Brian asked.
We have to accept the fact that people are going to get hurt, or worse,
I answered. We need to be ready to take care of our injured,
I said, avoiding the word wounded for some reason, and be ready with other plans, to include evacuating if we have to. Donna, could you and Linda start inventorying our medical supplies and see what we have on hand for bandages, herbs, and things like that? I’ll ask Peter if he has any meds or related items that he could donate to the cause.
That won’t be a problem,
Donna said. The big thing will be pain killers and antibiotics.
I’m sure Peter has access to something to be used as a painkiller. Antibiotics will probably be impossible, so if you or Linda know of any herbal remedies, please don’t hesitate to make them, get them, or whatever it is you have to do.
We’ve got herbs in the garden that can be used for some things. Honey is always good. Maybe we could find a wild hive somewhere, and if someone can find some wild garlic or raid some of the gardens people left behind that would help, too,
she added.
Good. Those are the kinds of things we need to do. Nancy, can you inventory our dried food and divide some of the rice and beans out? I want to set up some caches in case we need to bug out. No sense in starving too much if we lose what we have here.
You think it will come to that, FIL?
she asked, using her nickname for me.
I don’t know, but I hope not. If it does, I want to be prepared. That means we’ll have to stash weapons and ammo, too. Chris, how are we set for ammo and explosives?
We’re good, John. We’ve got almost 250,000 rounds of 5.56, about a dozen cases of grenades, too many MREs and roughly 25 or 30 claymores.
I’m surprised you don’t know the exact number,
I joked.
Rahn grinned. We’re still inventorying. My guys did good at requisitioning extras. We’ll also pick up more along the way.
Where will you get more from?
Linda asked.
From the FEMA boys who won’t need them anymore, Ma’am,
he answered, nodding his head at her.
What? Oh, never mind. I understand,
she said.
The FEMA troops we killed or ran off wouldn’t need weapons or ammo. We’d pick it up off of the battlefields as they occurred. It wasn’t an ideal solution, but it was all we had.
Any more questions?
I asked.
Rahn gave a good first sergeant glare to his men to silence them, and I made eye contact with everyone else.
Okay then, it looks like we have our work cut out for us. Brian, Chris, could you stay, please?
I asked.
You betchya,
Brian replied.
Rahn rolled his eyes. What is it with this ‘you betchya’ shit?
he said. Then, a moment later, he shouted, Johnson.
Yes, First Sergeant,
the young soldier replied.
Get with Craig and Sam, grab a couple of guys, as many as you need, and get those cabins finished. Pronto.
You betchya, First Sergeant,
a grinning Specialist Johnson replied.
Don’t start with me,
Rahn said. That’s not how you answer a First Sergeant.
Yes, First Sergeant.
Specialist Hart,
Rahn shouted. "Finish the inventory, and then start putting together scout teams. We’ll talk about schedules and routes later.
Hooah, First Sergeant.
That’s a good reply. Did you hear that, Johnson?
Rahn asked.
Hooah, First Sergeant,
the still grinning specialist answered.
Everyone went about their business. Brian and Rahn pulled their chairs over and sat down near me.
Well, the shits about to get real,
I remarked. What are your thoughts?
For the next half hour, the three of us talked about strategy and planned as best we could.
CHAPTER 2
Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
—Lewis Carroll
Captain Roy Jamison, FEMA Quick Reaction Force (QRF), was a tall, sandy-haired man of medium build. He stood in the office he had commandeered from Major Elias Wolfe studying a map board that had been placed on an easel. The map was a military-style topographical map that showed all of the territory between Antigo and Markton. The area he now referred to as Indian Country.
The irony was not lost on Jamison as the land south of Markton and extending west about 16 miles to just south of Polar was an area he had explicitly been told to stay out of—the Menominee Indian Reservation. He knew they would deal with those people
later.
Wearing his standard all-black uniform—he liked to believe it projected an aura of authority—Jamison rocked back and forth on his heels, his eyes focused on something in the map. He also knew it scared the hell out of a lot of people. The appearance of someone in his door took his attention away from it.
Turning to face the door he said, Oh, come in, Elias.
Major Elias Wolfe was a young-looking U.S. Army National Guard infantry officer. Standing about six feet tall, he had tight curly brown hair and an infectious smile that was as deceptive as it was warm. Elias Wolfe had shown he could at least project an air of cruelty that drew Jamison to liking him. While Jamison felt the major was a bit of a wimp and would sell his mother to get ahead, he still believed Wolfe had potential. Potential that he would use to accomplish the mission he had been brought here to accomplish by Rick Barstow, the FEMA Regional Administrator in Wausau.
Major Wolfe entered the room, his usually starched and pressed ACUs or Army Combat Uniform looking mussed and disheveled after a few days away from the main camp in Wausau. Good morning, Roy,
he said.
Come look at the map,
Roy replied.
Wolfe came closer to the map board, put his hands behind him in the small of his back, and studied it.
Where is the town of Lake View?
Jamison asked.
Right about here,
Wolfe responded, pointing to a spot not far south from White Lake.
Dinky little place, it’s not even on the map,
Jamison said.
I’ve not been there, but I hear it’s little more than a couple of buildings—a bar, diner, and a gas station.
My scouts who got their asses ambushed said most of that is burned down,
Jamison said testily. Where do you think this Henry compound is, Elias?
I’m not certain,
Wolfe answered as he rocked back and forth on his heels. If you follow the timeline from when the scout team was ambushed and when we estimate their reinforcements showed up, it has to be less than ten or fifteen miles from town.
How far do you think they are from the Menominee Reservation?
Jamison asked.
Probably about the same, fifteen miles tops.
So we can establish a grid of about fifteen miles by fifteen miles and search every inch of it until we find them. I think that should clear this up in a few days, don’t you?
Yeah, that should work. When do you want us to go out?
Wolfe asked.
Soon, Elias, soon. Patience.
It took a full day and a half to complete the new cabins and put roofs on them. All that remained was putting the wood stoves in each half of the dog trot design, and for that, we had to find two more stoves. Brian and Rahn had begun to send out patrols and were tasked with exploring the abandoned properties in the area. Hopefully, it’d be easy finding new wood stoves as well as the chimney piping needed. It was while these patrols were out that the excitement began.
I was standing in the hall of the main cabin, mostly daydreaming when the rattle of the field phone made me jump.
Hello,
I answered the call.
John, this is Addie in the bunker. Your friends are here,
she announced.
My heart skipped a beat. Which friends?
I guess I snapped those words too sharply because she said, Sorry, your friends from the reservation. There are ten of them here, with a lot of horses.
Awesommmme!
I replied, drawing out the end of the word. I left the cabin and headed toward the bunker.
Addie had already waved them in, and the group was coming into view through the trees as I entered the front yard.
John Henry!
The man in the front of the group shouted as he picked up the pace on his horse and trotted toward me.
He looked familiar, but if it was who I thought, it had been many years since I last set eyes on him. Is that you, Jake?
I asked in a questioning and uncertain tone. He looked like an older version of Jacob Kook, Peter Corn’s nephew.
You betchya der hey,
he said with a laugh, swinging his right leg across the neck of the horse he was riding. Jake Kook hopped down, and with his hand extended, walked the brief few steps toward me.
Well, I’ll be damned,
I said. You grew up. I haven’t seen you in almost forever.
Don’t say that too loud, John. You might end up damned,
he replied jovially as we shook hands.
Too bad we had to meet again like this,
I said, waving my arm across the property.
What? This? You’ve lived here for quite a while; nothing has changed.
Your dripping sarcasm is noted,
I replied with a grin. So, how many of you are here? Horses, shit, we’ve got to get you guys set up. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.
Counting me, I have ten men. We each have a horse and a remount. I’m guessing we have about a week’s worth of oats packed on them,
he answered.
We can take care of that. I promised your uncle we’d provide feed for the horses, and of course, feed you guys, too. How does pemmican sound? That’s what you eat, isn’t it?
The quizzical look on his face caught me off guard, and then, with a slight twinkle in his eye, he remarked, Nope, we eat buffalo now. Healthier, less cholesterol, and more protein.
Fresh out,
I said.
We stood there for a second, and then Jake reached out, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, Uncle Peter said you were still a lot of fun.
Let’s get your horses corralled and figure out where in the hell I’m going to put you guys up. We converted some of the stalls in the barn into bunk rooms.
Well, I heard you were building cabins, John. How many do you have?
We’ve built five dog trots, each with an eight by ten room on each side. The inn is full. We have the room and the start of a village. If you want to, we can build another cabin or two. It would be cramped, but it would house all of you,
I offered.
Let’s see how long this plays out,
Jake replied. If it looks like it will go through winter, then hell yeah, we’ll want the cabin. I ain’t sleeping in a barn in January.
"Sounds good. Let’s get this done, and we