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Our country was founded and built by
people who saw a great need and responded. This weekend, Civil
Homeland Defense (CHD) again volunteered—not for pay, not
for recognition. We just feel very proud and privileged to be
able to guard our border—the American border—of
this once proud and great country.
Friday we set up at one of the areas where
the invaders choose to cross illegally into America; west of
Naco, 8/10 of a mile north of Mexico. As night fell
we could see the activity on the border road, which runs east
to west. The vehicles come from Naco heading west and dropping
off their cargo of invaders and returning in the same
direction.
Usually it takes about an hour to see the
invaders coming down the trail and we are there to call them in
to the Border Patrol. But this night was a bit different;
different because as we approached our place to set up, we
observed four or five border patrol vehicles leaving the area
not to return.
Meanwhile, the area became very quiet.
There is usually radio “traffic” of operations
along the San Pedro—there were no lights on the river,
either. The reason? One hour before sunset, we
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observed a Hum-V coming from the direction
of Naco—this time with a load of people in military
dress. Their uniforms didn’t match—kind of a
“make believe” military. Once these guys were in
the area, all migrant traffic stopped. Were they in place to
insure that their cargo got over the border unopposed? I think
so. Their uniforms weren’t real but, rest assured, the
SKS automatics they carried were! We were on alert and
determined not to become a statistic. Who knows what their
mission was. Why does this continue to be “business as
usual” for these criminals?
We all know the answer—and
it’s been too long in coming. The Border Patrol is down
on that border risking their lives, under-manned and
under-supplied. They’ll tell us from Washington that they
are going to do something—“We got this plan to
close the border!” It’s a lot of s*** and
it’s really stinking up the place! These bums ought to be
run out of this country—literally! Starting with Bush.
Kolbe is a lying turncoat—I called
him that once in public and I will say it again! Remember the
town meeting in Tombstone, Mr. Kolbe? That was me! You might be
a fine and honorable husband or father or even grandfather, but
you stink at your political station and you are a liability to
this country! Now you’re flip-flopping on the border
issue: you said in the Tombstone townhall that you didn’t
care what the people wanted, when questioned about what was
being done. Now you say you care?!? Leopards don’t change
their spots! Stay with the Bush/Fox camp—you’re
more believable. If you really want to make a difference, why
not appropriate some of the foreign aid to Mexico (our money)
and give the fine, honorable men and women of the Border Patrol
some decent equipment and added manpower to do the job that
they were entrusted. You, McCain and the others dare to call
yourselves Americans? The American people are tired of your
shenanigans. We need men and women of integrity and conscience.
Some of you like to stand on your war record or some things of
the past. Well that’s very honorable, but what have you
done for us lately?
The next day, I was on Moson Road between
Charleston Road and Highway 90 heading north and doing a sweep
of the three known garbage-strewn human highways that come up
from the San Pedro River. After checking one of the
“drops”, I noticed, just inside the barbed wire
fence, five individuals and called them in to Border Patrol. I
turned my truck around to go back and wait for Border Patrol.
The scene I encountered was pitiful. The invaders were all
huddled around one of the men. The man was severely dehydrated.
I immediately told them, in my very limited Spanish, to sit
this person down, take off his shoes and loosen his clothing a
bit. Within 30 seconds of arriving, I called back to Border
Patrol and asked them to please send medical help—this
man was almost dead. The EMT responded within 15 minutes, as
did Border Patrol and the County Sheriff—about eight
vehicles in all. These people were nothing but professional.
There were five more invaders back in the
bush and they were communicating with the men who were with me,
but once they heard the sirens, they just melted back into the
night. Gone. I needed to stay with the ailing man, who by now
was breathing very shallowly. We put a bit of water on his
forehead trying to cool him down, letting him drink small
amounts of water. We always carry water, but have to be very
careful how we administer it. I also had two apples that I
offered to the other men. They were more concerned about their
friend than getting away. The running was over—now they
were scared—scared for their friend’s life. While I
waited for medical attention to arrive, I talked with the men
and found out they were from Vera Cruz. The Coyote they had to
guide them had abandoned them three days earlier just over the
border west of Naco. They hadn’t eaten in three days and
had very little water. They all looked pretty used up.
I asked them where they were going. They
really didn’t know. Their Coyote had left them without
any instructions about finishing their
“journey.”
When will this stop? How many more will
die? America—please—this is not progress or NAFTA
or free trade—this is people dying because the presidents
Fox and Bush are courting each other. The hell with offending
anyone! The media is on a leash and the big dogs are on the
loose. Loose to ransack and press their will and doctrine on
the people! It stops when we’ve had enough. But have we?
The EMT’s arrived and went to work
saving the life of this man who chose to break the law and now
might become a statistic—a casualty—of Bush-it
policy. Who pays the monetary cost of this invasion? We
do—the taxpayers. Whose level of services suffers because
we don’t have the money for our own?
The person being treated was put on the
stretcher and as he was, one who had been talking with me for
the last forty-five minutes, asked if he might go with him. I
explained to him after asking Border Patrol the question that
he wouldn’t be allowed to go along—they’ll be
taking you all to Naco. The EMT’s left with their
patient—paid for by your money—and soon afterwards
the Border Patrol left for Naco with their cargo.
One agent said to me that he wished that
Washington gave a damn about what is happening down here! Also,
I’d like to add that as the Border Patrol agents walked
up on the scene before them, I could see the look of
frustration and empathy on their faces—they had been at
these kinds of scenes before. They were tired—tired of
the repetitions. When does this all end? Does it? CHD cares,
too, and we will be here for however long it takes. We are
tired too—of the repetition, the lies, the promises from
our government. This isn’t a hard one: CLOSE THE BORDER!
It’s not negotiable! Fox must take care of his own; Bush
must do what his oath of office requires him to do or be
impeached—that’s a new thought! Republicans are
eligible for impeachment, too. Stop this madness! Bush is not
King!!
God bless all of us—north and south!
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