The Union Creek Journal

A Chronicle of Survival

Archive for the tag “union creek”

The End

You’ve reached the end of The Union Creek Journal.  We all survived!

I’d like to say, “thank you” to everyone who has followed along as The Journal wound its way, like its namesake Union Creek, through the twists and turns of the Johnsons’ lives in their post-apocalyptic world.  I hope you enjoyed The Journal and, perhaps, even learned a thing to two.  If you look for them, you’ll find lots of tips and ideas for survival in any sort of difficult situation.  They’re like Easter eggs, only slightly hidden and just waiting to be found.

I’d also like to thank those who helped keep me on the straight and narrow path of correct grammar, spelling and technical detail.  There are several of you.  Perhaps chief among my “editors”, Karen, you sent me an e-mail nearly every day with some sort of correction.  As always, thanks for your help.

And now to the future … there will be a sequel to The Journal.  It’s already started.  Stay tuned here for updates.  I plan to take a little time off before I write the rest of the sequel.  The daily publishing schedule of The Journal has taken its toll on a few areas of my life that will soon receive some much-deserved attention.  After that, back to the grindstone.  The sequel must be finished!

For those who are interested, the sequel to The Journal will be delivered a little bit differently.  It will still be available for free in daily installments.  (Of course, you’re always welcome to make a donation if you feel so inclined.)  In addition to its free availability in daily installments, the sequel to The Journal will also be available in its entirety for a fee once the first few daily entries are published.

More forward looking statements … The Journal will be published in its entirety for Kindle (available through Amazon), Nook (available through Barnes & Noble) and as a PDF – most likely in that order.  As of yet, Glenn Beck has not responded and no other “top shelf” publisher has expressed an interest in publishing a paperback version of The Journal.  Several of you have expressed an interest in a physical copy of the book.  If I am unable to secure a publisher, I will most likely utilize a publish-on-demand service to deliver the book in paperback.

Thanks again.

Be ever vigilant,

Toby Asplin, Author: The Union Creek Journal

Advertisements

May 25, 2015: Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day.

I still can’t believe my dad is gone – that he gave his life for our freedom just a little more than two weeks ago on May 9, 2015.

He led the charge against the U.N. soldiers that wanted to take away our farm and put us in FEMA camps or kill us.  He was a brave man.

Sometimes I still cry when I remember him.  I think he’d be OK with that.  He was always telling me to be tough, not to cry, but I know he had a sensitive side too.  I know he was sad about what happened to our country.  He may not have cried on the outside, but I bet he did on the inside.

I think sometimes when he got mad on the outside, it was because he felt like crying but he needed to be tough.  He needed to be tough so we would keep believing that things would get better.

I think he wrote this journal because there were some things he just couldn’t say out loud.  Maybe when I’m older, I’ll do the same.  I hope the world is a better place when I’m his age.  The age he was.

Today we’ll decorate his grave with flags and flowers to honor what he did and what he fought for.  We’ll do the same for the other people from Union Creek that fought and died to keep us free from the U.N. soldiers.

They’re all heroes and we’re still free.

As long as we’re free, there’s still a chance that things can get better.

– D.J. Johnson

May 9, 2015: Death is Not the Worst of Evils

It is just after midnight and we are about to mount up.  The heat of the day has not yet dissipated.  I can hear the frogs singing their chorus down by the pond as the sweat trickles down my spine.  Is it the heat or my nerves?  Probably a bit of both.  I am more anxious about this battle than I have been about anything in years.  It feels … monumental … pivotal.  It is.

Read more…

Relief Pitcher

As Pitcher and his men crested a long rise, a fertile valley spread out before them.  Below were the signs of started crops, hillsides dotted with cattle and the pungent odor of hogs kept in confinement.  Although it reminded Pitcher nothing of his home in the Georgia swamps, it felt welcoming after more than 1000 miles over treacherous dirt roads.

Read more…

May 8, 2015: Just Over the Horizon

Today’s journal entry will be brief.  I’m only pausing long enough from our preparations to write down a few thoughts about the last six months and the upcoming days.  Tomorrow we go to war and there is much to do between now and then.

It has been just over six months since I started this journal and only slightly longer than that since the world crashed headlong into a financial abyss so deep that it may take decades for those who have survived to pull themselves up and out of that chasm.

At the six month mark, there still is really little evidence of recovery.  Tomorrow’s battle is a pointed reminder of how lawless and uncivilized our country remains.

Read more…

The Fight

The fight began just before dinner.

Read more…

May 7, 2015: The Essence of War

In all likelihood, we only have hours until the forces spotted by Tanner’s men are within striking distance, but I needed a little time to think and plan.  So, I stuffed my shooting mat, spotter’s scope, a couple targets and 100 rounds of ammo in my Real Deal Brazil Manaus pack, grabbed my Remington 700 and headed over to the east end of the farm for a little target practice.  The gathering at Pete’s wasn’t scheduled until 10:00 a.m. and I had a feeling that sharpening my long-range shooting skills wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Read more…

May 6, 2015: Embrace the … New Normal

Two trucks left the farm today and one returned.

Read more…

Shock & Awe

The FEMA camp that had become General Wei’s headquarters was a hive of activity.  Wei sat on the rooftop of the former high school, an umbrella shading him from the warm May sun.  As he sipped a sweetened ice tea, Wei watched with approval as his own troops combined their efforts with the men under Lanigan’s command.  Surprisingly, despite the language barrier, the groups were working together quite effectively.  A handful of the Chinese U.N. troops were capable English translators.  Their abilities enabled the two groups to work together in a relatively seamless fashion.  None of the Americans spoke either Mandarin or Cantonese.

Read more…

The Musings of Wei

After Lanigan left his quarters, General Wei picked up his snifter and swirled the warm liquid, watching as the light played in the intricate colors of the 20 year-old bijiu.  Wei inhaled deeply and then took a sip allowing it to play over his tongue and then down his throat.  The general raised the glass, as if in a toast, and followed the first sip with another.

Read more…

Post Navigation