“Unwanted Intervention”
{End of 1942}
To markkur’s fellow-generals, I must relate to you that my trip behind the lines has been followed by unseen forces that have forced your friend and general out of AJCO. The voice you hear now...is mine, Randall Blake.
Briefly, I had to take a long and twisted route back home to safety by utilizing all of our connections and
even more importantly, my own gathered and trusted resources. I successfully made it back but what followed my arrival I cannot easily explain.
Before I had enough time to truly rest and relax, collaborated machinations to oust our friend from command, erupted from unknown directions; it appears to me,
the fraternity has a powerful influence. What exactly caused the demotion is beyond my comprehension of varied rumor’s pushing
unfit for command, in a partly-creditable clamor, claiming arthritic disease and infirmity.
There is more to this nonsense, and that
more means; because of my expertise navigating
interior-conflicts I am keeping us both safe and I will briefly be the go-between, for what remains of markkur’s tale.
[Dear generals and friends, this and the previous chapter were my story-device to set-up the grand-finale of this adventure. I doubt this change will be a desired one for you because it is not for me. I will end this story by giving one more update and
we will explain the details surrounding The End...at that time.]