Northwest Freedom Fighters: The Awakening

By Shawn S. Gilreath

A group of White Nationalists in the Pacific Northwest finally takes a stand against the New World Order. This is a fictional account of what white men and women can accomplish when they set out to protect their heritage and way of life. Destined to be billed as the modern Turner Diaries, it should prove to be an inspiring read.
The Northwest Freedom Fighters, The Awakening, the first in the Northwest Freedom Fighter series, shows a real life scenario that can be accomplished by a few brave souls with a realistic budget. This story delves into the Tactical side of the struggle. Most similar books, though excellent reading and highly recommended, show the Strategic side of the goal.
The iron will to win and the means to accomplish this are all brought to life. This adventure will be unlike any other you will embark on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491870006

Shawn S. Gilreath

Shawn S. Gilreath’s newest novel, The Awakening, and first in the series of the Northwest Freedom Fighters, brings a unique perspective to the reader. Most authors have never ‘lived’ inside their stories as this author has. His style of writing is blunt and effective and you see the victim through the sights of a gun. The author of this book has ‘been there and done that’ whether you think his views or actions are right or wrong, he has earned the right to tell the story from his point of view. Born and raised in the south, he has watched as society and the world has changed and not always for the better of mankind. He hopes you enjoy your quest into the future and encourages interaction with his readers. Please feel free to contact him at Shawn S. Gilreath, 47555-019, address can be found on the BOP Inmate Locator, or via his Facebook page or website.

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© 2014 SHAWN S. GILREATH. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 07/09/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4918-6999-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-7001-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-7000-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014911783

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CONTENTS

I SUNRISE

II SCOUTS OUT

III RUM’S DIARY

IV DOUBLE D

V PRIVATE STOCK

VI STOCK BROKER

VII M. O. A.(MINUTE OF ANGLE)

VIII FIRE FOR EFFECT

IX GETTING READY

X BAIL OUT

XI ALL ABOARD

XII JUST IN CASE

XIII THE FIVE WORDS

XIV SOUTHERN SON

XV THE BIG HOUSE

XVI MISTY MOON LIGHT

REFERENCES

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY MOTHER

JERRY DALE GILREATH

AND ALSO

HAROLD A. COVINGTON

ONE PROVIDED DEDICATION AND SACRIFICE,

THE OTHER PROVIDED THE INSPIRATION.

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THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO

RICHARD SCUTARI

AND ALL THE MEN OF THE

BRUDER SCHWEIGEN

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FREEDOM FIGHTERS’ MOTTO

SI VIS PACEM, PARA BELLUM

(IF YOU WANT PEACE, PREPARE FOR WAR)

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THE FOURTEEN WORDS

WE MUST SECURE THE EXISTENCE OF OUR PEOPLE

AND

A FUTURE FOR WHITE CHILDREN.

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I

SUNRISE

The early morning mist hung heavily in the predawn air and clung to the earth minutes before daylight marked the arrival of a new day. Everyone and everything it touched had a fine layer of moisture covering it. The low, heavy rain filled clouds seemed to increase the chill of a typical Northwest morning. The great trees common to the area soared skyward dwarfing the heavily armed men and women who slid ghostlike between them. The forest floor was carpeted with pine needles which aided in their stealthy patrol.

Hey Boss? a small two-way radio squawked into a nearby earpiece. Go ahead, replied a tall slender man with a medium length light brown beard and shaggy hair. Similarly outfitted like those in the trees, he wore sturdy boots, blue jeans, an OD Green M-65 field jacket and beanie, complimented by the ever present wraparound sunglasses and cigarette. The OD jacket was covered by a black nylon tactical vest containing everything one might need in a hurry when engaged in an armed conflict with ZOG (Zionist Occupied Government). The ever present B.O.B. (Bug Out Bag) and an AR-15 sat on the tail gate of a nearby pickup truck, which were the only additional items needed to survive out here for up to three days if needed.

The first man to break radio silence replied, Last one en route. Got it. Lock it down until you hear from me, Stryker told the first man. The small car slid nearly silently to a stop in the mud a few yards from the nearest vehicle, leaving room between each was a needed precaution since that nigger President made it legal to kill American citizens back in 2012. One never knew when the cowards in Colorado Springs would pop off a Hellfire missile from a drone just for shit’s and giggles. Even though the terrain and weather would negate all but the most advanced of Uncle Slimes drones, it was still better to be safe than sorry.

Morning, said the first man as he exited the car, a small nondescript import model of the most neutral color. The greeting was spoken by a man that was like the car, average, which in this line of work is the best way to stay alive. If not for the prison tattoo’s, this was ‘Joe Anybody’, but Stryker knew better. Both Stryker and Danny had survived many years together in the Federal gulag system, the same system that tried to crush every white man that entered its gates. This time it had failed.

Stryker’s usual coarse sense of humor quickly surfaced, Nice of you ladies to grace us with your presence. The smirk on his face belied any malice. What’d ya’ll do? Stop off and pick up a couple of gay sailors?

The driver of the car quickly jumped in the verbal jousting match. How’d you know? Were you having us followed? Rum quipped. We still have the heads in the trunk. Want to see?. Not right now. Everything OK?, Stryker asked. Everyone knew how important punctuality was. Ya’ll know what the Old Man has beaten into everyone’s head. Never be late! Traffic, rain, gook drivers. We just got held up. Shouldn’t happen again, stated Rum. As the driver, it was ultimately his responsibility to assure a timely arrival.

Alright, let’s get going Stryker replied and then spoke into his radio, Matt, Robby, Hal, Miles, Lars, James. Shake a leg. The men approached from various points in the tree line and gathered around as Stryker issued orders. Matt, Danny, shake each other down. Everyone else, you know the drill. Matt, who is by far the largest of the bunch at 6’3" and 300 pounds, starts a methodical search of Danny’s person and gear. It’s then Danny’s turn to search Matt and his gear. The rest of the men divested themselves of any and all electronic gadgets, from car alarm fobs to cell phones, MP3 players and superbly sophisticated watches. It was all left in their respective vehicles with the exception of the electronic sights on most of the rifles and a few high tech flashlights carried by some. As soon as Stryker could figure out a way to keep those out, he would.

Once the self-shakedown was completed, the men filed by both Matt and Danny. Each man and his possessions were thoroughly searched by both men, lest a traitor have the ability to aid in infiltration. Even being the unofficial leader, Stryker was not exempt. Even though everyone knew that the likelihood of Stryker flipping was pretty slim, it was still possible that electronic tags could have been planted on him unknowingly.

This was a very arduous process as even the many, many pistol and rifle magazines had to be emptied and inspected. Everything was inspected, from gun stocks to ass cracks.

The old cabin the men gathered at was owned by an unknown person. They would just take it over for the weekend. If ZOG showed up, E & E (Escape & Evasion) would be the least of their worries.

Matt, being one of the most trusted by Stryker, had shown up earlier that morning before dawn, preparing the cabin with a fire and coffee which had been the only alteration to the cabin. Well, that and a slightly damaged door frame that was altered to gain entry. No one even knew of the location until an hour earlier. Then Stryker and a small team had shown up to secure the forest around the cabin.

Modern satellite mapping had allowed a quick escape and evasion plan to be formulated for the men that were unfamiliar to the area. Matt had prepared this the previous week and passed out laminated maps and routes to each man.

Stryker keyed his radio mic again, Paul? A split second later, miles away, Paul answered, What’s up? We’re gonna be a while. Keep the fella’s on their toes. Radio silence unless the balloon pops. Gotcha, Paul answered. Usually talkative, the aging skinhead was very dedicated and took his job seriously. As the temporary head of security, every man here relied on Paul to give ample warning to allow time to escape if the need arose, even to the point of staying behind himself to provide suppressive fire. This, of course, would ultimately lead to his death or life in prison. Paul, like Matt, as a Freedom Fighter and as most Northwest Volunteers, was very reliable. With his Comrades lives in his hands, he had to be!

The nine men entered the cabin. The warm air was filled with the beautiful scent of burning pine and coffee. Rustic was a compliment, Spartan was more like it.

The men quickly grabbed their coffee, lit cigarettes and settled in. B.O.B.’s and rifles were kept within easy reach. Once all of the usual shuffling and settling was done and a modicum of comfort reached, Stryker quickly got the meeting going. These meetings were dangerous and were not social gatherings.

Glad everyone got here safely. We need to get going and get out of here. I called everyone here today because I feel that due to several factors, those being this group’s growth, ongoing conflict with ZOG and general common sense, that we need to formalize a bit more. When we started, the Double F (Freedom Fighters), were a group of buddies who shared a common goal. I don’t think any one of us anticipated how successful we’d be. Murmurs of agreement filled the cabin from all of the men. Things are chaotic. Some things are getting duplicated, some ignored. Too many people know too much about others. So, as the Old Man suggested, we need to compartmentalize. We need a definitive structure. Agreed? Again, agreement was expressed by all.

"This will be a vote. Unanimous approval must be met by all of us. I have a plan to put into effect, serious effect. The ground work laid by the hero’s before us: Rockwell, Butler, Miles, Matthews, Lane, William Pierce, Bruce Pierce and Richard Scutari, and every white man that shed blood for our people."

The other eight men accustomed to Stryker’s thought process recognized the need to settle in and pay attention. First off, Stryker continued, we need to establish a clean and concise leadership. Pausing, for both effect and to take a sip of coffee, he then continued, Any ideas or suggestions? An extended pause filled the small cabin as fully as the aroma of burning pine.

Robby, who was named after Robert Matthews in the last decade of the 20th century, was the first to speak. Stryker, I think it’s obvious. I nominate you as Commanding Officer. Beyond that it’s open to vote.

A humble but proud smile spread across Stryker’s face. The first traces of gray in his beard only helped to accentuate the stern role that Stryker naturally assumed. Those that knew the trials and tribulations he had endured didn’t mind the lack of patience and his short temper. But that same ill temper could be turned at will into unbelievable acts of kindness and charity to those he felt deserved it. Anybody second that or disagree? Speak up now. Stryker needed to get to the point. A chorus of ‘seconds’ and ‘yeas’ followed in a flurry. A general consensus was met. OK then, as the new CO I have a few ideas that when asked, needs immediate answers. Either way, let’s get this show on the road. Everyone nodded in agreement.

As I see it, I’ll act as both CO and Political Officer until we get a full time PO. Again grunts and nods of affirmation met this suggestion. Done. Now, as Matt’s cute and cuddly face could in no way be linked to a mean and dirty domestic terrorist, I nominate him as Quarter Master. The QM was undoubtedly the most important position which was being in charge of all money, cars, ID’s, guns, etc., everything that keeps a group operational. Again, agreement was unanimous. Stryker was on a roll now, Matt, you know what all this entails? Matt’s deep voice answered with mild doubt. In theory, yes. In actuality, no. I don’t think anyone does as we’ve never done this before. If you’re asking me if I think I can handle it, then yes. I think I can. I’ll be learning on the fly, but with everyone’s approval and help, I think we each can handle anything. Yea’s, nay’s? Speak up men! Stryker snapped. Seven strong Yea’s echoed through the cabin. Done! Stryker continue, Within one week I want two thirds of all cash and material turned over to Matt. He will be responsible from now on for our very livelihood."

With the gravity of such a statement, Stryker and Matt locked eyes. Blue on blue. A reassuring nod from Stryker temporarily calmed Matt’s doubts. Despite differences, Matt knew that his older brother would die before leading him to harm.

Lighting a fresh cigarette, Stryker continued, OK, next I would like to deviate from a three-pronged structure set forth by the Old Man. I want to nominate two men for the roles of Executive Officer (XO). The other eight men pretty much knew who the nominees would be. Danny, Rum? I’d like each of you to lead a team as XO’s. Orders will come from me. Gear and what have you from Matt. We will plan the missions together, but you each will be responsible for your own team."

The other six affirmed Stryker’s decision. They trusted this man’s decisions with their lives. The camaraderie that is built by men and women in stressful situations bears the root word – Comrade. And that’s what these men (and women) were to each other. This can only be forged under fire. There is no greater feeling than to be a part of a group, family, gang, or military, knowing that all will stand together.

Now gentlemen, that leaves five of you in this room, a total of nine of us here, a fortuitous number to be sure. Matt, you will pick one to assist you. This man will report to you and you only unless you are out of action, then to me by default. If I should be removed then to Danny AND Rum together. Danny, Rum, you each get two. These men will report to you only, me by default, then Matt. Another pause to refill the coffee he drank like water.

Upon his return, Stryker continued. At no time should a comrade on Danny’s team speak to another member about anything that might be construed as ‘illegal’ to ZOG. To do so will only lead to suspicion. ‘Cell structure’. Leaderless resistance is not that successful, as most ‘Amuricans’ must be led by the nose. So, we will run a thorough revolutionary organization. We must compartmentalize everything. NO pillow talk. I cannot stress this enough. Keep your fucking mouths shut! PERIOD! Any questions as to what will happen to those that endanger us? No one had to ask. All knew of Stryker’s reputation. Whether fact or fiction a string of violent actions both in and out of prison left no doubt as to the true capability of this lean man.

Piss break men. Take five. The three of you ‘looking at the newly elected command structure’ need to have your picks by then. The five minutes turned into fifteen as the discussion blossomed as to whom would be best suited for what role. Everything had to be taken into consideration. Personality conflicts were not unknown amongst any of the Freedom Fighters. The more strong willed men and women that gathered the more the likelihood of arguments.

During the break Stryker wandered off towards the wood line, both to relieve himself and cool off from the heat of the cabin and the rush of adrenaline from seeing his dream of a free white nation take one more step toward reality. Ever security conscious, he turned an ear in every direction. The dense air of fog would carry the sounds of a chopper or vehicle a lot further than a clear day. The problem was the visibility sucked and you wouldn’t see them until you were face to face.

A short sharp whistle from the direction of the cabin brought Stryker back to the decisions left to be made. He turned and trekked through the mud to rejoin the other men. All present and resettled in their prior positions, Stryker resumed his previous train of thought. OK Comrades, I’m assuming that we are at an agreement as to what’s what. So, let’s have it. Matt? Hal’s with me he replied. OK, Danny? Danny quickly responded, Miles and Lars. The obvious net result was that Robby and James would report to Rum.

OK, gentlemen. As your CO I again caution you to keep your chain of command in mind. You only report or take orders from your immediate supervisor. Now, out there in those woods are the first men and women from which you will form your teams. Matt, you and Hal will have to handle QM duties all alone for now. I’ll back you up if needed, but we need operational assets more than supply sergeants. Stryker again paused to light a cigarette. As most smokers know, this familiar ritual provides a calming effect that typically allows one time to collect their thoughts.

Danny, Rum, remember to pass on your assets. Up to this point everyone was responsible for an eclectic mixture of cash, weapons, communications, etc… .now it’s centralized. I want the assault teams ready to go active in ten to fourteen days. I have an idea. Stryker looked up as Rum spoke. An idea? Care to share it with us? We all know how your ideas tend to run. The jibe was both humorous and true. Stryker had a tendency to push the envelope, and this endeavor would not be an exception. OK gents, Revolutionary Q and A. What’s the most important asset required to succeed? Besides the iron will to win and quality people to pursue the cause? Anybody? Stryker posed the rhetorical question and continued on without pause as those around him knew he would. He was on a roll and no one wanted to break the mood. Money! It’s merely a tool which we will use to forge a new world where white women and children can exist without fear of rape and murder. We need money and this is how we are gonna go about getting it.

Stryker went on to outline a rough plan to strike at the enemies of their race. Smiles spread through the group. Nods of agreement crept from man to man. But before we do this, we need to finish our structure. I have confidence in your judgment comrades. Now, let us gather our numbers today and go outside.

Stryker broke radio silence, Paul? Go ahead, he replied. Everything is clear. Go ahead and bring everyone in to the vehicles. See you in a few. Stryker continued to monitor radio traffic as the men and women made their way from the woods. Various levels of camouflage had been employed. Most were completely invisible until forty to fifty feet away. They seemed to suddenly appear, all carrying AR-15’s. Most of the guns were equipped with electronic sights such as EO Tech 553’s and Trijicon, vertical fore grips and flashlights, laser designators and thermal imagers. The same equipment carried by all but the top one per cent of the Special Forces. Handguns were mostly Beretta’s, M9-A1 model.

Stryker stepped up on to the tailgate of his pickup. Gather around Comrades. As he was speaking, he did a quick head count to be sure that all bodies were accounted for. I am the new CO. Matt’s the QM. Danny and Rum are running the operational teams. If you want to be a part of this, then stay. If not, take a walk down the road a ways and stay alert. Not a soul dared to move.

You all will fall under command of Matt, Danny or Rum. You will swear an oath. You will follow orders. These are not suggestions. They are orders. However, with every Northwest pioneer, any and all actions will be explained as to what, when, where, who and most importantly the why.

Yet another cigarette was lit to allow his words to sink in. With the snap of his Zippo, Stryker continued. "You will know pretty much why we are here and what’s in store. You will sweat. You will bleed. Some will die. Some will be imprisoned. But know this Comrades. We will win! We will win because God wants us to win, period. He’s just been waiting for us to get off our asses and fight. And fight we will. Plan to fight for thirty years. From this day, thirty years, twenty-four