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Subversion of the West;  Manifest Destiny betrayed.

   While God chose Israel,  the  Anglo Saxon people chose God. Thus they were greatly blessed , preserved and protected by God through hi mighty hand and outstretched arm.  God’s blessings were echoed in the work of Alexis de Tocqueville, who stated in his book “Democracy in America” published in 1836, that “I searched throughout the land for the  source of Americas prosperity and power. But I was at a loss until entered their churches. There, I heard righteousness thundering from her pulpits. Then I knew I had found  the greatness of America. America is great because she is good. However if she ever ceases being good, she will cease being great.”

    In our history books of the nineteenth century, time after time were shown how the hand of God had supernaturally  delivered Washington and his army from great peril to unlikely victories. How even in the midst of cold, hunger and despair, God made a way. These words  greatly inspired subsequent generations, paving the way for the idea that America had a special place in God’s plan for the ages.

    A Manifest Destiny to enlarge out nation from the Atlantic to the Pacific. To make America a beacon of hope to the world. At the beginning our founders in Rhode Island  stated that it is the universal desire of our people, to  create all that is Roman in Providence. Like in ancient times, the Roman armies matched under a banner with the letters  SPQR meaning  “For the Senate  and People of Rome.” They endeavored to be worthy and do likewise.

    The Robber Barons of the late nineteenth century thought this great legacy and the Christian faith were the chief obstacles  to their quest to obtain absolute power. So they laid careful plans to destroy both.  Only a demonic indwelling could have driven these thirtyish families to singlemindedly pursue this goal of power and subversion generation after generation.

     After several years of  meetings in the smoke filled rooms of the gentlemen’s clubs and society functions, they decided on a multifaceted approach  to their goal. Several of the elite chose to create their own universities. See notes. Others, like the Rockefellers,  decided to create programs inside rural communities, especially among the minorities in the South.

   This soon resulted in racist backlash that these Blacks were being educated. Even the US Congress got involves, doing their best to create  chaos for votes, and yes, race baiting. Does this sound familiar?  

   The Rockefellers, as well as others, saw the “fine work” that the Magnate Cecil Rhodes  had accomplished in creating the Rhodes scholarship program at his school, Oxford, in England about 1902.  The purpose of this program was to lure the top students to the school from across the British Empire.  These young minds  to be educated in the latest works of the great men of the secular Victorian age.

   The focus here was to root out the superstitions of earlier generations, replacing these hinderances  to progress with the new sciences of Darwin and Freud. This was the height of Empire, with the immortal words written  by Kipling for Queen Victoria’s jubilee still fresh in their minds.

   “God of our fathers, known  of old, Lord of our far flung battle line, beneath whose awful hand we hold, dominion under palm and pine. Lord God of hosts be with us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget.” And several  more such verses  of Kipling’s  “Recessional.”

   Yet what with all that, it was famously quoted from  Gandhi that “I would have become a Christian but for Christians.” Their arrogance of race, class and money mocked their words.

     They taught the  other perversions of the German enlightenment that closely followed behind  Darwin and Freud.

   The Rockefeller foundation was greatly impressed by the success of the Rhodes foundation  at Oxford. They sent many young American students to Oxford  to the Rhodes school of government. 

     They wanted  to do likewise here in America.  However, there was a problem.

 

                  Subverting the American universities.

    As has been noted, the Rockefeller foundation promoted good causes, donations to improve the quality of life for many. This was done to improve their public image.  Their name had been badly tarnished by their relentless pursuit of profit no matter what the cost in misery and deliberate bloodshed.

   They used religious groups as unwitting front men in their diabolical  plan.  These good works were done to gain access to the great universities. 

    The great universities were always in need of donations.

The Rockefeller foundation pledged money to these universities, but with one critical catch.  They funded chairs in the universities to rewrite our history to change the past, their present and therefore out future.  They did their best to systemically  remove the traditionalists teaching in the universities,  replacing them with their own men.

   The removing of the Christian faith from our society has always been the basic drive of their foundation. They wholly adopted the godless mantra of the socialists and Soviets.

   Today, thanks to these relentless assaults, only those students who mindlessly accept their ideology are recommended to the best post grad universities. Only their graduates are considered  for  teaching professorships in today’s colleges. Any professor who strays from this socialist godless politically correct mantra will have his funding cut,  her  university chair yanked out from under her, and he will be blackballed from his profession. If this was not done the university would lose millions in Rockefeller money.

 

Controlling the narrative

   Equally as important to reframing the American mind was controlling what our people read in the newspapers. Starting in the late nineteenth century, the American elite started buying up the newspapers and installing their carefully trained ideologues in the editorial positions, and reporters with the proper mindset to write the daily opinions of the masses. The nationwide telegraph made possible the wire services who guided the needed daily narrative.  After some years, all the cities major papers were controlled by five corporations. This made it possible for the elite to promote their candidates for public office in all parties, and also making sure that fringe groups were totally unknown to the general public. As is often said, “the fix was in.”

 

John Dewey  vrs the New England Primer

What  is the New England Primer? I’m so glad you asked.

    This Primer was the Bible based textbook used since the earliest colonial period to teach children to read, write and do basic math. It taught Bible at the same time as it was used to teach a child basic education.

For example, teaching children the alphabet:

A  in Adam’s sin,we sinned All…B Heaven to find; The Bible Mind … C Christ crucify'd  For sinners dy'd.  … D  The Deluge drown'd The Earth around  … E  ELIJAH hid By Ravens fed…      F  The judgment made FELIX afraid.

  OR;  If King David had 8 shekels, Bathsheba took 3 how many does David have left?  Every  teaching used Biblical examples.

   All this could not be allowed in the socialist vision of the Rockefeller foundation. They promoted  John Dewey, whose agenda was to remake and secularize American primary school education.

   In Dewey’s ideology, the mother was  not a fit person to educate her children. She had a host of inbred  thoughts feelings and perceptions based in ignorance and superstitions that  had no place in the World he envisioned to create.

   It therefore was the logical assumption that since the parents and local community had no competence to educate children, that role must be assumed by the state.

   Once the state has seized this role by its authority, it must also  proceed to take control of the entire welfare of the child, Physical,, nutrition, medical care.  To have the state  create organizations to guide the children’s spare time , To use such mandatory activities to enable the mindset desired by the state.  Shades of the soon coming Hitler Youth and  the Russian Bolshevik Young Communist League.

   The National Educational assn, the Teachers Federation, and Teachers Unions are essential to wrest control of the children from their parents. The local school boards rubber stamp the choices made by the state and local regulatory agencies.  School board member candidates  are almost universally chosen for their ideology by the state teacher assn’s. Any outsider / parent running for school board  is always denounced as unqualified, ideologically  compromised, ((usually for being a person of Faith)) bigoted, insensitive to the needs of the children and society.

  The final part of the story, that of the world wide subversion of the Rockefeller  financed Russian Bolsheviks; along with their Swiss partners and several other foundations,  will have to wait for another time.

     Lewis Brackett, San Diego California.

   

                      The Theft of Everything!

What is next in the Elite's plan is stealing everyone's property by imposing a digital currency. This is my letter to a clueless goldbug gold seller:

                Yes, I am now 76. I am a history geek, and have watched this carefully planned madness for half a century.

The 2008 crash was carefully planned during the Clinton Administration. 

    First "they" removed the financial safeguards put in place after the carefully planned crash of 1929.

Next, they encouraged adjustable mortgages. Then, in Spring 2006, the Global Elite meeting in Ontario? announced they were pulling the financing out from under the mortgage market. I knew full well at the time this meant that the rates for adjustable mortgages would double, the double again, throwing tens of thousands of homes into foreclosure. I knew this planned action would cause the total bankruptcy of the mortgage securities industry, so I ran for the exit! I actually made money later!

   All this to say that you are only half right in what is to come. All currencies will be deliberately crashed to force the world into a global digital currency. This is to steal the wealth of the whole world and place it in the hands of a few elite. From then on, strict rationing will be enforced, as "you will own nothing and be happy."

   You will only be allowed to buy what the elite decide you need. The bank accounts of everyone who objects will be deleted and they will become non-persons. Welcome to the wonderful New World Order.

    You will debit your account through a computer chip in the back of your right hand. The lady at the checkout will scan your hand and only the allowed items can be purchased. You will not be able to buy or sell gold or anything else without approval. Yes, the elite will then own all of your property.

   The beginning of this plan started with the Robber Barons of the late 19th century. It concludes very soon.

  To mis-quote Shakespeare’s Richard 3rd: "These Elite will have a brief kingdom and everlasting infamy."

   

             Subversion The Rockefeller Soviet Axis

                          For Plunder and Profit

                                1880s- 1920

 The Rockefeller /  JP Morgan and friends’  trusts were very busy interfering in Latin America in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. They influenced American politicians through the permanent government to have our army invade and change  native governments in their own financial interests. The united fruit company was one of their fronts. It was used in a very craven way to establish several “banana republics” all along Central America.  

    They financed the self serving quasi-Republican movement that stole the Panama province from Columbia, so a canal could be built to connect the oceans. This is a  much hushed up part of the canal story. It was literally colonialism at its worst. The saddest part of the Latin American story is that its rebellion from Spain began with the best of idealism. However, in their story, their native liberators did not step down like our George Washington after their revolution. They stayed on so that they and their followers became as brutal oppressors as the Spanish grandees they had replaced.

   These foundations and trusts were also very busy profiting from the chaos they were creating in China, stealing everything they could while financing both if not every side in the confusion there.  It is well said that the British Empire,  in its 200 year hegemony, pillaged India to the tune of thirty trillion pounds in today’s money. Certainly, Our American elite took their unfair share from China and Southeast Asia  in similar amounts.  After all, the British, Dutch, and French were also looting that part of the world, so why not them too?

   The American army displayed racism and brutality towards the natives in the Philippines during and after the conquest. The army under general Arthur McArthur crushed the Philippine rebellion against American rule. The newly commissioned lieutenant Douglas McArthur served under his father there in 1903.  Something not forgotten some 40 years later.

   The biggest prize, however, was direct control of the European empires.  The British empire had long since been subverted and purchased by the English financial elite.  Their own men in the  government saw to the retention of their power. In that age, only the right people were allowed to run for and be elected in government. Only landowners were allowed the vote.

   The rest of Europe, however, was a very different matter. Europe was ruled by Kings that in most cases had near absolute power. A generation previously, financial insiders had helped to destabilize France and bring about a revolution. However, we all knew how that had worked out, To use a famous phrase, “The revolution had devoured its children.”

   Therefore, the European and American financial elite devised another plan to eliminate the kings of Europe. They needed the exhaustion of a world war to bring about enough chaos to bring down their kingdoms.  Throughout the latter nineteenth and early 20 centuries, they  secretly financed unrest; popular Marxist labor and sectarian movements.

    The elite’s promotion of the  new pagan elite’s  religion of Darwin, Freud and Marx helpfully subverted the social order.

    The European kingdoms encompassed  many ethnic minorities.  These peoples  had intense hatred for the  imperial kingdoms that necessarily  used brute force to impose their authority. These elites  found it simple to finance  these separatist movements..

    Once the desired level of anarchy had been achieved, and national fervor had been aroused, it was only a matter of time before a spark ignited a world war. The situation was especially intense in the recently formed Austro-Hungarian / Hapsburg empire. This was compounded by the long standing hostility between Russia and Austria. On several occasions war had nearly broken out over the possession of the Austrian’s Eastern provinces.

     The Russian Bear had constantly salivated over devouring them. In the early teens, Archduke Franz Ferdinand  had personally stopped his government ministers from  starting a war with Russia.  Finally these ministers conspired to assassinate him. His death was used as a pretext to invade Serbia, Beginning their desired world war. The war that would devour them all.

    The war was everything the financial elite had hoped for. Year after year they loaned money to every side, putting the rulers and their nations deeper and deeper in debt.  They cared not for the blood they shed.  There comes a point in depravity where a person is  no longer touched by human feeling, regret or remorse 

   The Russian empire  had recently been torn apart by civil war after its disastrous losses in the Russo-Japanese war. That abortive revolution had failed, but barely. Finally, some sort of order had been restored. However the embers of revolution still burned brightly.

   The Czar  was an absolute ruler. Truth is, he had to be. Only brute force could hold together such a unwieldy  assortment of tribes peoples and cultures.  The empires grip on power was wavering as the war entered its third year. The American Rockefeller / Morgan elite group had been financing the revolutionaries in Russia for some time through a Swedish bank owned by  one of their people. Finally they sought their darkest betrayal. Lenin had promised the Rockefellers that he would take Russia out of the war. This would allow  a million more Germans to move West while their American countrymen were dying on French battlefields. They sought out the German government through Swiss contacts.  The Germans were easily convinced to allow Lenin and his Bolsheviks  safe passage through Germany to Russia. This was in the infamous “sealed train” carrying a reported thirty millions in currency to finance the Bolshevik revolution.

    The elites purpose in all this was to create a Russian government they could control for their own benefit. As we all know, The Bolsheviks staged a coup and overthrew the liberal Menshevik government who had forced out the Czar. It was several years of civil war before their well financed forces took all Russia.  The country was devastated by years of war. The Germans had ruined Western Russia. They had several million dead.  Only American gold fed their army and  kept the Bolsheviks in power. Since communism is an ongoing train wreck, the gold kept flowing for many years.

    In central Europe the Central Powers, Germany and Austria, were starved and beaten  into an armistice. Their Emperors forced into exile, only  deeply indebted governments were left. Governments easily manipulated by the bankers

     Now would come the American bankers financed Bolshevik subversion of the West.

    As has been noted, Lenin’s Bolsheviks were financed by the Rockefeller / JP Morgan  clique.  Their Swedish bank was useful in laundering this money. After a time, however, this became too well known.  As a result, the Swedish government forced the sale of this bank. Other banks, notably the Swiss care nothing  about such money laundering. Their infamous unofficial motto has always been that “money has no smell.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wall street financed the Bolsheviks

 http://communism-explained.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-did-us-bankers-fund-russian.html

Why did US bankers fund the Russian Revolution?

 

The funding of the Russian Revolution by US bankers had nothing to do with their desire to spread communism or with sympathising with the communist cause.

 

https://www.amazon.com/Wall-Street-Bolshevik-Revolution-Capitalists/dp/190557035X

 

Wall Street and the Bolshevik Revolution: The Remarkable True ...

 

Wall Street and the Bolshevik Revolution: The Remarkable True Story of the American Capitalists Who Financed the Russian Communists [Sutton, Antony C.] on ...

 

https://ia800302.us.archive.org/9/items/WallStreetTheBolshevikRevolution/WallStreetTheBolshevikRevolution.pdf

 

Wall Street and the Bolshevik Revolution

 

Minor's cartoon — Karl Marx (symbolizing the future revolutionaries Lenin and Trotsky),. J. P. Morgan, John D. Rockefeller — and indeed Robert Minor himself ...

 

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Wall street and Bolshevik subversion of the world

https://www.heritage-history.com/index.php?c=read&author=josephson&book=misrule&story=soviet

 

Rockefeller Soviet Axis - Heritage History

 

The Rockefeller-dictated State Department policy in regard to Russia at Genoa was ... to the Soviets and leave to the Rockefellers the Western Hemisphere.

 

https://ia800205.us.archive.org/13/items/RockefellerInternationalistTheManWhoMisrulesTheWorldEmanuelMJosephson1952/Josephson - Rockefeller (Internationalist); the Man who Misrules the World.pdf

 

Rockefeller (Internationalist); the Man who Misrules the World

 

At West Corner of Park Avenue and 68th Street there stand ... "B", on the opposite corner is the home of the Soviet Russian. Delegation to the UN.

 

https://www.jstor.org/stable/26924386

 

The Rockefeller Foundation (RF), a private grant-making institu

 

United States in the West and the bipolarity of the international system. The ongoing scholarly debate about science and the Cold War, particu-.

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Corvette Boudica                      Babylon5 --- Earth Minbari War                                      2191 words

   Our corvette, to be fair, had a minute armament.  I mused about that as I stood at the Quartermaster station on the Corvette’s bridge. A rail-gun, laughingly referred to as a C+ cannon, which could-maybe-throw a five inch diameter projectile at some small percent of C or light speed--on a good day.

   We had one standard laser gun, which could make a hole in most things, if you could hit it. That was the rub with the Minbari. None of our rangefinders could “see” their ships, which had been bad-Really bad, in this war. One such hit from a Minbari warship’s guns, and a Corvette would cease to exist.

    The corvette’s existence was as a convoy escort. Sighting an alien battle cruiser, her fame and glory was to charge into the teeth of the enemies’ guns, giving the convoy a chance to scatter before she was torn apart by the cruisers great guns.

   The ancient refrain often recalled in the minds of those who serve under England’s white ensign … “England expects every man to do his duty.” As well as “a Captain can do little wrong who lays his ship alongside the enemy.” … Echoed by a more ancient word told to soldier brothers and sons by their mothers and sisters of Athens.  “Come home with your shield or on it.” There is no place in “The service” for any other anthem.

    Watch and watch, they call it. Wartime cruising, meaning half the crew is at battle stations at all times. Four hours on four off. Eventually you get so tired that you fell asleep the moment your head touched the pillow. Only to be mercilessly roused for your next watch four hours later. The sixth night out, I ambled into the darkened Bridge for the mid watch, 0000 to 0400. Chris tiredly mumbled ships status, I approached the Deck-command officer, noted I was to relieve the OM watch. A minute later, I was now on watch.  Chris disappeared below to his bunk.  We could hear the chatter from the radio room. The subspace radio was alive tonight.

     We  heard a RRR distress call from an un-escorted  merchantman being attacked by a raider, her position, a few more words, then silence as she had likely been sliced to oblivion by the raiders laser guns.

   There were too few ships to go look for unlikely survivors. No point in searching for a commerce raider long gone. So our convoys sailed on.  A high value convoy might even have a cruiser escort. However our convoy of twelve ships had only a Corvette and a lightly armed merchantman for “protection.”  

   My family had served in the fleet for centuries. Legend had it our people had sailed the Spanish Main in the reign of good queen Bess, with Captain Drake, and then later against the Spanish Armada.

   My latest read was the annals of the First World War, and the great battle of Jutland. I imagined myself being in the gun director of a battleship ranging the enemy with their … all of a sudden, I froze.

  My mind was racing … their gun director.  NO, it couldn’t be that simple! I stared at the deck officer. Annoyed, she turned sharply and glared at me. “What” she harshly asked.

   “Lieutenant, Mam, do you remember the warships of the Great Wars? The two world wars,” I asked, “how they directed their guns?”

   “No, and you shouldn’t either. Stop daydreaming, and get back to your job.” “Yes, Mam,” I replied.

     Silently, I fussed to myself. Finally, I spoke up. “Mam, our ships could range and hit the Minbari ships using the gun directors they used in the World Wars. These were optical rangefinders, using parallelax!”

   She blinked, then turned and stared. “Yes, Mam” I said. “I’m reading about the battle of Jutland, the great naval action of the First World war. And yes, Mam, I know exactly how they work. The optical rangefinders, I mean.” She kept staring. After a few more seconds she walked over to and sat in the command chair. She called “Captain, are you still in the ready room?” “Yes,” came the reply. “Be there in a moment.”

   The door to the ready room swished open, and he walked over to the Lieutenant. “Yes, what is it,” he asked.

   She pointed over to me and repeated what I had said. It was his turn to stare. Finally, he turned back to Lieutenant Jones and said “we will have to see the admiral about this when we get to starbase.” Then looking at me, grinned, said “Good work, quartermaster. I think you have a promotion coming.”  Then turning, mumbled “why didn’t anyone think of this—why didn’t I think of this.”

   A few minutes later, the ship’s executive officer and engineering officer exited the bridge elevator, walked across the bridge, buzzed for entrance, then joined the captain in his ready room. Just before the end of the watch, the two officers left, while talking about setting the ships external cameras up to be used as a theodite/ rangefinder.

   As we were leaving the bridge after being relieved from watch, I said to the lieutenant “Mam, they could even use the distance between two ships as the baseline for their rangefinder. Even the Minbari can’t jam that! She stared at me again, and I smiled. The smile really does torque their bolts when some superior is annoyed with you. It had been a good evening watch.

   It was the twenty-third day since leaving station Delta Vega four. Early evening the Captain emerged from his ready room, saying to the watch officer, “we will be arriving, back into normal space in an hour. We will be setting battle stations in thirty minutes. Send out the order to the convoy now via signal light.” “”Aye, Sir” the watch officer responded. “Signals, send message to convoy by laser light “thirty minutes to general quarters, then leaving hyperspace in fifty-five. Stay sharp.”” “No radiating energies.” “Sending signal “GQ in thirty, arriving in fifty-five” by light, sir, no radiating energies, Sir.” “Carry on” the watch officer said. “Aye Sir,” was the reply. Then, “Quartermaster, pipe the same throughout the ship.”  “Aye, Sir,” I replied, and presently did so.

     The Captain spoke “I have the con.” “The Captain has the Con,” the watch officer repeated. “Five minutes to exit hyper space,” Signal, send the light signal, and quartermaster pipe the same” the Captain repeated. My senior quartermaster nodded to me, and I piped over the ships system “All hands, all hands, exiting hyperspace five minutes, stay sharp.”

    We broke through the stargate into normal space a few light seconds from New Rome. Our sensors detected some battle damage in New Rome’s orbit, but the moons were still there, and we almost immediately received their hale. “Keep sharp, Boutica, there may still be trouble in the neighborhood. They hit is hard a few days ago. We are ready for immediate cargo drop.”  “Boutica, Aye,” our Captain replied. “Nice to see you’re still here. We’ll be there in a few.”

   But a few moment later, a tiny rift opened momentarily into hyperspace somewhere far out behind us, a Mimbari signal being sent out. Ninety seconds later, a major rift opened on the other side of New Rome’s system. The captain ordered “all guns open fire.” The ship’s gun director’s optical ranger finder zeroed in on the Mimbari enemy. Both Terran ships opened fire as the Boudica jilted to one side, the Minbari’s first shot missing by a few yards, barely singing the Boutica’s ablative armor a bit. The Boutica Jinked again, “Walking the Savos” as Destroyers had done for 200 years since the World Wars. The Mimbari Rader’s close in defense system stopped most of the Terran ships shells, but then one or two got through, striking very near the Minbari’s main gun-port. Their fire ceased, maybe we had even gotten a shell right through their gun-port!

  Then the Terran armed merchantman got several shells through the Minbari’s defensive fire, hitting the Minbari almost broadside, even silencing the Minbari’s other gun. For several moments, the Minbari ship showed us a golden moment, turning broadside to Boudica’s guns. Our rail-gun scored several hits, then the Hyperspace rift opened before them and they exited normal space. We had survived!

                      “It’s not fun when the rabbit has a gun.”

    Some twenty minutes later, a quarter of our merchantmen were lined up and making cargo drops onto both New Rome and her moons. They soon formed back up into our convoy, and we quickly jumped back into hyperspace. We thanked our lucky stars that we had only faced a Minbari Raider, and not one of their battle line ships.

       Four days later, we were two days out from the new colony world of New Hope. I was on watch when they broadcast the alarm “RRR, being attacked by several ships, holding our own for the moment. War zone alarm all ships.” We maintained radio silence, of course, and our captain brought our convoy to a halt until we received an all clear. We were finally able to arrive four days later. There was a serious mess in orbit. Two of the distant orbiting moonlet weapons platforms were now rubble piles. The third was mostly intact with only one of its major caliber C+ guns useable. Three of our ships which had been lurking nearby had jumped in among the raiders and caught them in a crossfire. Even so, one of our destroyers was a burned out hulk, and the other two had some damage. They had literally “laid their ships alongside the enemy” in the best ancient tradition of the service, pouring shells, rocks and whatever else they could throw at them at point blank range. The action lasted less than two minutes. All three raiders were now orbiting dust. Thankfully New Hope had been spread out a bit, and that saved most of the structures and lives. There was not going to be an evenings pub crawl as was usual in most visits. Sadly, the pub and surrounding outpost were only radioactive dust.    

   We had to quickly sail on, in any case. We left port nine hours later after gaining four more for our convoy. They were Navy replenishment ships, happily bringing with them two destroyer escorts. Our sealed orders told us were to meet up with a portion of our Battle Line for underway replenishment.

    Eleven days later, we found them. It was an awesome sight to see these dreadnaughts lined up in a row, something I will never forget. Quickly there were warships on both sides of the naval axillaries, suckling like baby piglets. Three hours later, with most of our convoy empty, they were entrusted to someone else for their return voyage. Our new orders were to act as one of the screening vessels for the battle line. The likely reason for the change was to hear about the new optical gun director. One of our engineering officers and two ratings were sent over to the flagship for “show and tell J”

   In return, we  were told we were headed home. Intel suggested a large Minbari fleet was finally headed for Earth, Terra of Sol. We needed to give them a gracious welcome.

   Eleven days later, we entered the Sol system, forming a basic battle line. It turned out we only had a few days to wait. That was cutting it way too close. However, we now had the main force of the Terran Battle line here now.

                 … The battle of the line …

   It only took three days for reports from our shadowing assets to come in from hyperspace that the Mimbari were closing in with our home world. Then, all of a sudden, rows of rifts in normal space appeared, coalesced into a Battle Line, advancing toward us. A large rift opened up to hyperspace on the other side of Terra, with several messenger drones rushing through. Half a minute later dozens of space-time rifts appeared in the midst of the Minbari formation, hundreds of Small craft coming through. A few moments later, they all exploded in titanic thermonuclear blasts of electromagnetic radiation. Then many new rifts appeared, with Terra’s Calvary riding forth, dozens of Terran ships firing point blank at and through the Minbari ships, erupting them in flames, and  dog-fighting as had been done in the World Wars. After a few minutes of terrified astonishment, the remaining Minbari ships on both wings of their line turned and retreated leaving maybe half their number behind. A few minutes later, Most of the remnant of our ships rejoined our battle line before the Earth. Those still not damaged jumped away from Terra, to be ready to jump back in should they be needed.

    “Trafalgar and Lepanto” I heard myself say out loud. Our losses had been heavy. We had lost nearly half our battle line. But so had the Minbari.

     If we survive the day, we’ll tell our children our story.

 Shortly, we had a message from the Minbari, saying they wanted a truce.

 

Lewis Brackett February 2025

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