Nine Days to Victory

By Kahane Lynes

This is a story about an Indian tribe on magical island who wants to get back their mine from the Americans after their mining lease had expired. The mine was so profitable, that, the Americans refused and thus, started the war.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796058345

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Copyright © 2019 by Kahane Lynes.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2   (District Protection)

INTRODUCTION

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This story is based on an interview that Mr. Thompson conducted with Commander Bailey after the United States gave up its occupation of what’s now known as Magical Island. It was supposed to be an overview of all the incidents that led to the US defeat, but it turned into much more; it turned into a session that delves into how the world operates and who runs the planet. There are many twists and turns that are sure to make people think and question reality as we know it.

CHAPTER 1

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Mr. Thompson: Commander, how did this war start?

Commander Bailey: Well, Mr. Thompson, in the 1920s, gold was discovered inside the jungle of Magical Island. A deal was struck between the old leader and the United States: The United States would control the mine for seventy years. In exchange, the United States would help our country develop. This seemed great at first because they helped us build schools; railroad systems; our country’s capital, which is called Magical City; indoor plumbing; and the medical building. They also employed some of our natives. This technology was new at the time, and we were amazed because we were so used to our jungle life.

Some of our elders weren’t in favor of this.

They would say, What looks like a blessing will turn out to be a curse that could wipe out our civilization.

A few groups moved farther into the jungle because they didn’t want to take any part in the new technology. To the rest of us, the new technology seemed like a gift from God. The only sources of light we knew of were torches, oil lamps, lanterns, and candles. We didn’t know that it was possible to pull a string to make a ball light up. We thought that our horses were the only mode of transportation. Now we see iron machines that move fifty times faster, and they’re a lot stronger than the horses we used.

After the deal was made, we were given clothes, shoes, weapons, and seasonings for our food. How could this not be considered a blessing?

As the years turned into decades, we slowly started to realize that our beautiful land was being destroyed. The Americans started turning our woodlands into dirt roads, and some of our clear streams weren’t clear anymore.

My parents told me, There was once a time when that stream was the life and blood of many tribes. Now it just smells bad, and the animals don’t even drink from it anymore.

Have you ever been in or around a jungle before, Mr. Thompson?

Mr. Thompson: Yes, sir.

Commander Bailey: Do you remember how loud it was because of the native insects and animals?

Mr. Thompson: I believe so. What happened?

Commander Bailey: Well, the jungle started to become quiet, and the weather patterns slowly changed. The rains became less frequent, but we didn’t pay too much attention because we had just opened a pipe from which water could come out. Do you know what the worst thing about technology is, Mr. Thompson?

Mr. Thompson: Not really, Commander. I’ve never really thought about it.

Commander Bailey: Well, technology blinds you and puts you in a trancelike state. By the time you snap out of it, a decade worth of destruction has already taken place within your home. By the time you notice the destruction, it’s likely already too late. The mining operation has already destroyed 40 percent of our jungle and 30 percent of our clean water, and it probably killed 20 percent of our native wildlife.

It also changed our—well, we now call it financial structure. Our tribes used to trade with one another; now we use the American currency to buy from one another.

Fast-forward sixty-five years. I took over for Commander Russel in 1985 because he got too old and wanted to retire. We had started our own military in 1960, so we’re not that old. You also must understand that our country is only 450 miles long and 300 miles wide, which means that we’re very small. War never crossed our minds. The army’s main job was to settle minor disputes and aid the police. A few of us trained with the US military in Florida, but most of our training was just copying what we saw on television. In 1986, I first met Commander Rusty.

Mr. Thompson: Who is that?

Commander Bailey: He was in charge of the mining operation. I introduced myself and had a brief conversation with him.

Mr. Thompson: What was the conversation about?

Commander Bailey: I let them know that their agreement was going to expire in four years and that we expected them to leave our land. The time of their exit, according to the agreement, would be 4:00 p.m. on May 27, 1990. He said that he was aware of that and that they would probably leave a bit before that date.

Commander Rusty was a great guy. You know how sometimes you predetermine an encounter?

Mr. Thompson: I guess.

Commander Bailey: Well, it was the total opposite of what I had expected. He turned out to be great! So I reported to our government that the meeting took place and that the United States would leave after the four years. There was a mini celebration among us; we were so happy. We felt the time when we would reclaim our land and let the healing process begin was fast approaching.

Our government had old pictures of how our land had looked before the mining operation began, and wow! The difference is like night and day. It used to be a paradise. I mean, after I saw the wildlife, waterfalls, and trees, I thought I was looking at Eden. I then asked myself, Was destroying Eden for advancement worth it?

Mr. Thompson: Commander?

Commander Bailey: Yes, Mr. Thompson?

Mr. Thompson: Do you think that I can view those photos?

Commander Bailey: Definitely.

Mr. Thompson: Thanks. I would greatly appreciate that.

Commander Bailey: Now, Mr. Thompson, if I’m babbling too much, let me know. I know you want to hear about the war and not the background.

Mr. Thompson: No, I love the background you’re giving me because it adds to the story.

Commander Bailey: Thanks! Well, let’s get back to the story. When we had our mini celebration, we started to prepare for a parade that we would have on the day after the American exit. Most of our natives were made aware of it, and the joy on their faces spoke to my heart. My mother was there with me, and she said that the last time she had seen our people so happy was when she was a little girl.

Now, I have a question for you, Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson: What is it, Commander?

Commander Bailey: In what state do you live in the United States?

Mr. Thompson: I live in Tennessee.

Commander Bailey: I’ve been to Tennessee for military training, so I’m familiar with it. Tennessee has a lot of trees.

Mr. Thompson: Yes, Commander. Tennessee is a beautiful place.

Commander Bailey: The reason I asked you that is because I’m trying to lead up to something. Have you ever gone driving on the expressway during the rain?

Mr. Thompson: Yes. I have done that on many occasions.

Commander Bailey: Did you ever notice that the trees give off a mist that seems to go up to the clouds?

Mr. Thompson: I have, but I’ve never thought about what it was.

Commander Bailey: Well, I hadn’t either, but I was told by one of the greatest tribe members who ever lived what’s actually taking place.

Mr. Thompson: You mean that someone has knowledge of that?

Commander Bailey: Yes. Now, don’t get me wrong—I thought it was crazy talk too. I’ve always had an open mind, but I wondered how what he said