#17 - United States color-coded war plans

Saturdays were usually the day Christy slept-in while Daryl fed Jimmy and Jake cereal and watched cartoons. But this morning he had a hand on her shoulder, whispering, “Christy, I need to go to that seminar-thing I was telling you about. The kids are watching TV. I should be back in a couple hours.” 

Christy moaned, stretched, and then mumbled, “OK.”

“I gave them breakfast.” He said.

“OK.”

“So, I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

“OK.” Christy lifted her head from her pillow, her hair a puffed-static-frizz. “Wait, where are you going?” She said. Her eyes were still closed.

“That seminar I told you about. Preparing for disasters and stuff.” He said. He stepped toward the bedroom doorway.

“Wait, you’re going to that?” She asked. She was awake now, rubbing her eyes.

“I told you about it.” He said.

“I didn’t think you’d really go.”

“I was kind of planning on it. That’s why I told you about it.” He said. He tapped rhythmically on the doorframe.  

“Whatever. Go ahead.” She said, pushing the bedclothes off.

“You don’t have to get up.” He said. “The kids are just watching TV.”

“I’m up.” She said. “Just go. It’s OK.”

Daryl had seen a poster advertising the free Disaster Preparedness Seminar a week earlier when he had stopped in at the Commerce Street Army Surplus to see if they sold tent stakes for a used tent that Christy had picked up at a garage sale. They did, and as Daryl stood in line to pay at the register, he noticed the poster hanging on the wall behind the clerk. In bold letters it asked the question: ARE YOU READY? This was followed by an alphabetical list of horrors. Apocalypse. Economic Collapse. Famine. Natural Disasters. Terror Attacks. War. The seminar promised to provide attendees with the know-how to survive and protect their families from the worst conditions imaginable. At the bottom of the poster was a statement that had lingered with Daryl in the week since: NOT IF, BUT WHEN.

Daryl arrived at the Army Surplus five minutes before the seminar was scheduled to begin. The parking lot was filled with pickups and SUVs; his was the only minivan. He waited in the van until two minutes after nine o’clock, hoping to sneak in relatively unnoticed. As he entered, a woman at the register asked, “Are you here for the seminar, sir?”

“Yes.” He said, smiling.

She pointed to the rear of the store. He headed that way, down an aisle containing massive backpacks in a variety of camouflage patterns. The seminar was being held in a small room usually used for employee breaks. Rows of chairs had been arranged facing the front of the room, where a tall man wearing a tan shirt and a tie designed to look like a rainbow trout stood behind a folding table. He noticed Daryl in the doorway.

“Come on in. There’re a couple seats still open.” He said, pointing to an empty spot on the back row.

A man wearing a St. Louis Cardinals hat shifted seats to the right, leaving the nearest chair open for Daryl. Sitting down, Daryl whispered, “Thanks.” The Leader walked the short distance to the back row and handed a few sheets of paper to Daryl.

“Just a worksheet and some other useful info we’ll be covering this morning. I’m Mike, by the way.” He said.

Daryl nodded and quickly scanned the papers. A general supplies list, a food list, a bug-out packing list, some fill in the blanks, a bibliography of useful books and websites.

“As I said, this class is an introduction, really. We don’t have enough time to cover everything, but what I hope to do is give you a starting place. When you leave today you’ll have a pretty good idea of how to start your own emergency plan, what sort of gear you need, some strategic information, and of course, a bunch of resources to continue learning about this important topic.” Mike said from the front of the room. “Does that sound OK to you-all?”

From around the room came nods and affirmative mumbling.

“Let me ask you-all a question. Why’d you come here today? What’s your motivation?” Mike asked.

A man on the front row said, “Just wanna be ready. I got a wife, a daughter. If - God-forbid - something bad happens, I wanna know what to do. Know what I’m saying?”

Mike nodded.

From the left of the room, a bearded man said, “That stuff on the poster - war, terrorism, and whatnot? That’s scary shit. But it’s real, so we need to be ready.”

The Leader smiled. “It is, very real. I think that’s why we’re all here. Listen, these are not hypothetical situations. This is stuff that has happened before and will happen again. It’s fine to hope for peace and, you know, sunny skies, and all that. Nobody wants a natural disaster or another September-the-eleventh. But like the Boy Scout motto says, always be prepared, right? That’s what we’re here for today.”

For close to ninety minutes, Mike presented a range of worst-case scenarios; flash flooding, nation-wide power outages, collapse of the digital banking system, a global pandemic, World War III, terrorism, governmental oppression.

“You can call it the ‘Apocalypse’ or whatever you want to call it, but for many, many people, if one of these events hits, it’s the end for them. They aren’t going to make it. They won’t be ready.” He said.

Daryl listened closely, taking notes on the worksheet provided. After each new crisis was presented, Mike would give what he called “Preparedness Steps” and then give a few moments for the attendees to ask questions. Daryl remained quiet, his arms crossed, nodding in affirmation as men took turns telling anecdotal stories, giving their opinions, or sharing advice. He was astounded at how much thought most of them had 

put into preparedness. Before seeing the poster advertising the seminar, he’d barely even considered it.

The man in the St. Louis Cardinals hat had made a few comments during the seminar, usually reiterating a point Mike had already made, but with his own personal story to support it. As Mike turned the class’ attention to the Bug Out bag packing list, the Cardinals fan began to fidget, as if he wanted to say something. Finally he raised his hand.

“I’m just wondering if any of you here have ever asked yourself why all this stuff is happening? I sure don’t believe it’s just a coincidence that we’re getting all these hurricanes, big tornadoes, the drought we had this past summer, and all the rest of it. I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about this global warming thing.” The Cardinals fan said.

Someone in the room groaned loudly in disbelief. The bearded man chuckled and said. “No offense buddy, but that global warming bullshit is nonsense. Hell, it was hotter when I was a little kid than it is now. I remember goin’ swimming in early May before school let-out. I’m sorry, but in my opinion, it’s all baloney.”

The Cardinals fan said, “I’m not saying it’s scientific fact or anything, I’m just saying it’s one possibility to explain all this weird weather we’ve had over the past few years.”

“It definitely ain’t fact.” The bearded man said.

Daryl felt a bit embarrassed for the Cardinals fan, but he remained quiet. From the front of the room, Mike said, “Now, personally I can’t say I put much stock in the global warming conspiracy. But I do think you have a good question, sir.” He make eye contact with the Cardinals fan and smiled. “It’s a good transition into something I’d like to speak to you all about here briefly before we dismiss.”

Mike paused and looked down at some notes on the table in front of him. He put his hand to his chin and then looked up at the class.

“We’ve been talking a lot about preparedness today. We’ve looked at all sorts of very real, very dangerous threats to our lives and the lives of our families. But there’s one type of preparedness that we haven’t discussed, and it is – in my opinion – the most important. I don’t mean to offend anyone here today, but I hope you’ll lend me your ear for a moment as I talk with you about spiritual preparedness.”

Daryl shifted in his seat. The room became especially quiet.

“How many of you would call yourself a Christian?” Mike asked.

Four of the men raised their hands immediately. A few more joined in slowly. Daryl felt sweat forming at the hairline across his forehead. He reached up and wiped it away and then kept his hand raised briefly before dropping it again to his lap.

“That’s good.” Mike said. “Some of you-all are going to know what I’m about to say. See, the Bible teaches us that what’s most important isn’t what happens in this life, but what happens in the next life. Like I’ve said again and again today, it’s vital that we get prepared for natural disasters and so on, but the Bible teaches us there’s only one way to get prepared for what’s coming.”

Daryl coughed into his hand and wiped his palm across his pant leg. He focused on Mike’s tie, watching the giant rainbow trout dangle upside down from the man’s neck.

“It’s obvious that things are getting worse and worse. Would you agree?” Mike asked.

A few of the attendees agreed audibly. Some nodded silently.

“Well, there’s a reason for that.” Mike continued. “The Bible tells us that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Sins a real thing – I don’t probably need to convince you on that point. This world is full of liars, thieves, cheats, adulterers, and worse. Just pick up a newspaper. Just take a look around and you’ll see that the Bible is proven to be true when it comes to the sinfulness of the human heart.”

The bearded man said, “That’s right.”

“It wouldn’t be right for sin to go un-judged. Somebody’s gotta pay for it, and the Bible tells us that judgment will come. It will. It’s only a matter of time.” Mike said. He glanced around the room, above the heads of the attendees.

Daryl was staring thoughtlessly at the eye of the rainbow trout. He suddenly realized he’d been tapping his foot on the finished cement floor. The tapping was the only sound in the room besides the hum of a snack vending machine in the corner.

Mike said, “I don’t know what judgment will look like. But I think we can gather from what the Bible says that it’s not going to be pleasant. Not something anyone here would want to endure.” He looked to the clock hanging just above the exit.

“I’ve kept you over two hours, but I just have to say one more thing. If you want to be prepared for the worst – truly prepared – you need to look into Jesus. Read the Bible. It’s full of answers. If you have questions about how to become a Christian, you can always ask. Come here to the store and ask me if you want. I’ll be happy to talk to you.”

Mike smiled. “Thank you all for coming. Before you go, please take a look at the variety of preparedness starter packs we have for sale. Thanks for your patience and for listening to my little sermon. Just for today, we have a special deal - if you buy a starter pack in the store before you leave, we’ll throw in a Bible for free. We have some here with camouflage covers. Not sure what the use of that is, but it looks neat.”

Daryl left the Army Surplus without browsing the preparedness starter packs. At home, Christy was busy doing laundry. The kids were still sitting in front of the TV, bowls of soggy, half-eaten cereal in their laps.

“How was it?” She asked, turning the timer knob on the dryer.

“It was OK.” He said, shrugging.

“Do you think we’ll manage to survive the end of the world?” She asked.

“I hope so.” Daryl said. He walked into the TV room and plopped down on the couch. The kids were watching a cartoon set in a zoo. There were two pandas teaching a giraffe how to fly a kite.

“Are you two going to watch TV all day?” He asked. Neither of them responded. They stared unblinking at the screen. 

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