"The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed, from time to time, with the blood of Patriots and Tyrants."
---Thomas Jefferson, in a letter to William Stephens Smith
"Sit back in that leather recliner, Sir, just relax."
The room had gone cold after the squad leader stormed the room, walking in to stand in front of the large, cluttered desk, leveling the automatic service sidearm at the man in the big leather recliner, and everybody wondering if Sergeant-Major Franzak would pull the trigger on the man behind the whole scheme of things in the world. One thing was for certain... it would all be over right here if he did.
Franzak threw down a large manilla envelope onto the Resolute Desk to get the man's attention. He was still covered in soot and smelling of gunpowder from the battle and still wearing his OCP (MultiCam) uniform, whereas the man sitting in the cushy chair was wearing his own standard formal-wear per job description. The man slowly took the envelope and opened it, finding the pictures that Franzak had no doubt included.
"Do you know who they are?" He asked.
The suit did nothing but shake his head as he looked over the photos. We could all see each individual photograph as he sorted through them on the desk. Men and women that were shot to death, tortured and mutilated, splattered all over roads and walls while they were working for their country in places that didn't really have anything to do with anybody's major disputes.
"That was Corporal Dale Atkins, who was hit with a string of machine-gun fire from a North Korean machine-gunner in 2013. As you can see, it devastated his girlfriend when she found out that her Marine was to have a closed-casket memorial because he was mangled beyond DNA recognition. He was on the first patrol back into that commie gook country," Franzak began.
"There's what's left of Green Beret Sergeant James Dunnigan in 2016, he was a friend of mine serving on the United States-Mexico Border as a patrolman during the AmMex Drug War. He took cannon shot, head on, from a stolen Mexican Army tank used by the Los Zetas Cartel."
"And there's Commander Mark West from Six SEALs, killed by a Chinese scout-sniper and also a military adviser for al-Qaeda in Pakistan. Two rounds hit him in the chest from a Norinco QBU-88 sniper rifle. He died as an Army Special Forces medic tried to save him under an intense gun battle."
"Captain Natalie Cugir, F-15C driver from the 71st Fighter Squadron out of Langley, was shot down and captured behind enemy lines by the Pakistani Army. They raped, tortured, mutilated and killed her over the period of two-weeks during the war. As you can see, the sexual mutilation is evident on her body."
I looked around the room, marveling at all of its beauty that very few people in history had ever had the chance to see, especially with certain people in the room. It was a special and rare occasion. All of the amazing furniture and artwork, the paintings and sculptures littered around the room: it really was a special occasion indeed.
Franzak eased the hammer back with his thumb, not fiddling with the Colt M1911A1 one bit as he pointed it at the man in the leather recliner. He could feel the power behind the weapon that was in his hand, and he could sense the fear coming off of the man in front of his iron sights.
"You have committed crimes like this for five-years, Sir. Sending men and women, and others just like them, to their deaths in pointless and futile conflicts. Over things that could never justify countless Twenty-One Gun Salutes, playing of Taps, final Roll Calls or the late-night house calls to their loved ones that followed in those conflicts' wakes. And, Sir, I am assured that the price you pay will be to rot in Hell forevermore for those decisions and actions you have made." He said.
The man in the suit did no more than try to will the lump in his throat down as he stared at the bearded Green Beret who was pointing the automatic service sidearm at his face; moving his eyes around the room to silently and individually ask the other seven Green Berets and two Marines for any assistance at all.
"It is my distinct pleasure as a Green Beret in the United States Army Special Forces to insist that you stand down your position," Franzak stated.
"You're relieved of your command, Mr. President."
Franzak squeezed the trigger and the sidearm roared inside of the Oval Office, striking the President in the head and sending blood, gray matter and bone into the bulletproof window beyond the Resolute Desk. The man rocked violently in the desk chair when he spasmed. The blood was an amazing scarlet as it splattered on the walls and windows, the bone fragments making small tinking noises as they struck the glass while the stucco exploded from the .45 ACP round slamming into the wall. It created a jagged hole, just like as was in the back of the former President's head, before burying itself into the wood stud.
The Sergeant-Major holstered his sidearm, turning around to face his men, whom he'd served with for at least eight-years and countless missions during the time. He nodded and walked from the Oval Office. There was nothing to say, it was time to rebuild. Acta Non Verba.
On the wall, the very next day, there was no blood, bone or grey brain matter. Right behind and below the Presidential seal, there was a plaque that was to be left to all who every sat in that chair again. Dual meaning was held with it. It was a tribute to the words, and the words were a threat to the men who came and went from that office forevermore. The plaque stated;
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.
---The Declaration of "Right Of Revolution",
Preamble Of The Declaration Of Independence
The Green Berets who had stormed the office on that one fateful night laughed about it later; claiming that while it was official, it was too long. It needed to have an addition in quotes below it, a paraphrase;
"It is the Government, not the People, that will be afraid. For it is the People that supply the Government with such amazingly skilled killers that join the Armed Forces. Be aware when thoughts of immorality and lies cross your mind. For the Shadows move and carry long, sharp blades. For, in that event, more Blood will be spilled in the name of all that is Good and Just."
The U.S. Army Special Forces, AKA Green Berets