The President in a dungeon of his own making
The US base had not seriously been threatened. Dozens of people had been killed, many bombs had gone off, but it was all intended as diversion to kidnapping the President. While the diversion failed in its original intent, Private Jones and Jackson spontaneously, impulsively succeeded.
Now what? They wondered but not for long, as there was obviously much to do.
Two of the hijacked helicopters escaped with five US hostages from the President’s Parade. Three soon died of wounds suffered in the initial attack The other two drifted in and out of consciousness, before being treated by the resistance. Within days, films of the hostages identifying themselves before cameras found their way to the internet and media everywhere.
No word on the President. No one but two had a clue in the world. As near as anyone could figure, he had been taken out on one of the helicopters. It was widely assumed he was being tortured for all possible information. Some people expected to see his body soon hanging from a pole.
Establishment America launched into its predictable and typical hysterics.
Our King has been stolen! Kidnapped! Soon to be ransomed! If he is even still alive! Our King! Our King! Our King!
Boo. Hoo. Grow up. Get real.
That’s what Private Jackson and Private Jones thought. The Invader in Chief was an invader no more. Nor was he Chief.
In fact, he was in a dungeon of his own making.
Finally the President came into clear consciousness on the mattress in the silent room, and the first thing Private Jones said to him: “You made your own bed. Now you lie in it.”
Lie, indeed.
Jones nodded. He decided to extract some truth in the days if not weeks and months to come, in the silent room.
