The Camps Are Real

[waxzy]

The Camps Are Real
1ANS

Once upon a time I was a school bus driver. Given the small amount of pay available in the county of the State in which I drove, the owner of the small bus company contracted many different types of “extra” work for the drivers. During the first 3 years that I was employed, the spring / summer routine was the same. Local area National Guards / Reserve Units hired us to provide transportation for them to “summer maneuvers trainings” held at any number of local military training facilities. The buses would be sent out to every corner of the State to retrieve, deliver and return Guardsmen / Reservists called up for these “training exercises.” Have the Reserves, no buses: one may ask? Yes, but during the Clinton Administration the budget of the Department of Defense was chopped off in multiple ways: and one was the use of those buses. Well that is what the boss told us. What follows happened from mid May of 1998 through September of 1998. In May of 1998, on the weekends, the bus company I worked for transported the entire state’s reservists to the local military facilities. Each bus (20 in all) shuffled its’ assigned occupants from training to training. My first day of reservist taxi driver was at a barracks that was some 45 miles away from the training ground, to which the reservists were to go. The Commander of the unit came onto the bus alone and closed the door, he told me to “play the radio low, during the drive, and pretend that I wasn’t hearing a thing.” Then he asked me: “but please ma’am, never forget any thing you hear and see today?” The Commander left and returned with 16 men, whom he told: “get the bus loaded and settle down for the ride,” and then he left again. The man in charge returned with 3 guys, maybe 25 years of age. He introduced them like this: “okay, hey listen up. This is Jones, Smith and Greene (don’t remember the names unfortunately) and they have been assigned to us. I have told them they can ask questions on the ride and we will fill them in on our history.” One reservist objected: “hey sir we got non-com, up there?” Of course the objecting reservist was pointing at me. The Commander answered: “we talked earlier and she understands that she shouldn’t listen and that nobody will believe her if she repeats any thing, okay, any problem with that?” A round of “no sir…” The unit was a “chemicals weapons unit that had been together 4 years before Desert Storm, during Desert Storm, and perpetually up until that moment and would remain together long after.” They were asked “what the Storm was like, were there really chemicals used on them or not?” They described their uniforms, boots & guns: “melting on them and in their hands.” When asked “if the brass knew;” they described “presenting” themselves to “Powell, Schwartzkopf, and Rumsfield in parade barely able to hold onto the burning weapons. All of the brass were in protective tent like observation units and wore personal protective clothing that was not available to the marching units.” The reservists each detailed how “within a year or two (of returning home) their wives had cancers in cervix and breasts and mouths.” Each reservist’s family had experienced either: grossly deformed children, slightly abnormal children, or children born dead all the results of some thing they called: “Depleted Uranium.” Several of them spoke of these births in graphic details. The incoming reservists asked the old timers: given what the “DU had done to them why do they stay in (the military)?” One reservist detailed how his body was “riddled with tumors and messed up.” Another reservist said: “I get these spasms in my spine once and a while and I jerk like this and it hurts so bad I think the devil is pulling my spine right thru the body. I stay in because the military and White House says there ain’t no damn Depleted Uranium and therefore these problems aren’t caused by it. Leaving would disqualify me and them (points to guys on bus), from VA benefits if we get out. The only way to get meds or treatments is if we stay in, and stay quiet.” The rest of the ride was quiet, until we turned the corner to enter the “grounds.” The entrance was under a train over pass and thru the gates. The road went way up and then way down. This is important because sitting on the hill top was a brand new community of town houses, 213 units according to the “Grand Opening,” sign. The sign offered: " loads of discounts for military families, particularly Desert Storm alumni." My passengers gasped loudly and burst into a barrage of angry rants like: “those sons of bitches.” “Hey sir: ain’t that where we buried all that stuff we brought back? I remember driving the trucks and trash into a hole right about there, didn’t I?” “Jesus Christ, how could they do that? Those people should be warned, what’s under that mound, what about the water? Looks like they’ve towered it in from some place else or think they’ve tapped below the burial depth.” One of the new reservists asked: “what did you bring back.” “Every god-damned thing we could transport, most of it still steaming with DU,” one reservist sighed. One of the new guys said: “DU seeps and spreads. Takes like eternity, if it ever dissipates. Man those people will have sickness, cancer, birth stuff. Can’t be legal?” The response from the 2nd in command: “uhm, legal? What’s that? The US Military operates under the President and is under the legal jurisdiction of only, the President. What Bush (SR) wanted he got, and Clinton: he is no different.” {Remember this is during Clinton’s administration and the Bush is George Sr.} As I entered the grounds thru the gate the Commander told me: "to stay on the bus, don’t use any toilets, and never wash with or drink any water." We stopped at a convenience store just inside the base gates. The guys all went into the store to junk-food-up, and even bought me a coke and chips and cup cakes. The guy who brought it out pulled some wipes things out of his knapsack and wiped the outside of the stuff off and told me: " the stuff in tinfoil should be okay but not the stuff in plastics," the sodas were all cans. I felt rotten but when they left the bus for the day I trashed it all in favor of what I brought with me. The next day: I was sent with 19 other school buses to transport from a local military airport, that I didn’t even know existed here, where I had lived my whole life. The buses were full, standing room only. The soldiers were from London, Canada, Germany, Israel, and Australia. One of the drivers with whom I worked was a “troubled” WWII vet and he was really having a problem with the idea of “foreigners on American bases training for duty on American soil.” So he went to the Air Base Commander’s office to lodge a complaint. My driving colleague was told that “this operation is approved of by the President (Clinton) and was a matter of National Security.” Of course: the driver, my colleague, blew a gasket and they responded further. The Officer told my colleague that the non-US troops “were to participate with all of the reservists from our state in order to be able to: respond to a national crisis during a time when the military may be deployed out of the country in response to various conflicts.” This is late May 1998! On the next day, Sunday: I returned to pick up the same group I had had on day one which was at their request, this was unusual for a driver to repeat the same unit. The commander told me “sorry if I caused you a problem, but this is working well and I just think you should be in the right place at the right time.” I told him about the objections of the other driver at the air field, on the day before and of the response the driver’s complaints induced. Commander Leaker: said that the “truth is: joining the troops is for the future establishment of the: North American Union as one Nation against the world. Did they mention the Danish Air Force that is training with our Air Force this week? Did they mention that they will be covering our air space and people after the event?” Again this is during the Clinton Administration, 1998. I did not ask what event because I was sick by what I already knew and did not want to know any more at the time. Our entourage traveled around the big city beltway to the north. We exited the 695-North, rolling over a very newly paved 4 lane, undivided, highway. The scenery went from industrial to suburbia, to rural and then the fancy road just suddenly stopped. The super highway was, in a blink, a little 2 lane county country road; lined with farms and very old Civil War era houses. Just on the other side of some rail road tracks we took a left and went down a lonely road passing the abandoned campus of a private girls’ school. The campus’ buildings looked refurbished and yet were clearly unused. On a later excursion I had discovered that the school had been built in the 1800’s and closed recently (1990’s) for a larger campus closer to the city. As we passed the gates on our left there was a dirt road that seemed to run either on or exactly beside the campus: it was as if the campus were a front for the road and what was down it. Down the wooded dirt road I drove the “Chemicals Weapons Team.” There was a clearing with what use to be a large house for the Dean of the school. Beside the Dean’s residence: there were 2 large aluminum military buildings, one of which was a mess hall. All of the driver’s were invited to “eat there and lounge there for the day.” One of the guys on the bus told me as he departed: “did you bring your own today ma’am? Hope so ‘cause its got to taste better than that.” I took the hint and I did not eat or drink there. Of course my colleagues did and every one of them could not stay awake all day and slept. Slowly over the course of time (we went here every day for 2 weeks) each driver stopped eating the food, because they did not want to get caught sleeping on the job. On the first day - the reservists were “DNA mapped to be fitted with special weapons.” The weapons could only be fired if the owner of the weapon had his / her “ID Tab,” inserted into the weapon properly. If inserted properly the weapon would match the DNA and only fire if the user was owner. When the day ended and the men boarded the bus they were minus 2. I was told to “drive to the medical building to get them.” We went down deep into the woods, and then a clearing with another aluminum building. On the left was a huge hill that had been dug open from the side and an enormous structure was being built under the hill. When the newer reservists asked why we “were at medical?” the answer was: “because Dean and Johns refused to be mapped; and so Dean and Johns were sent here, to help them make up their minds to be mapped.” The newer reservist asked: “what’s the deal? It’s just identification.” The man who had told of his terrible medical condition said: “look the weapons are special ops issue so that if necessary, the military can provide protection to the Commander and Chief in the future should the people here cease to support him. The weapons we are training with are to be issued to what ever forces need to calm the streets in the event of unrest. Dean and Johns don’t object to DNA mapping they object to having to sign a statement pledging their undying loyalty to the Republic and its’ President and agreeing to fire on American citizens when told to do so.” I was agog and flabbergasted! American’s training to fire on Americans: under the presidency of William Jefferson Clinton? Americans, Brits, Canadians, Germans, Aussie’s, and Danish soldiers training side by side on American soil to “fire on American citizens when told to do so?” In those moments on the bus I understood that the reason for the foreign military was because they arrive here with the voided attachment necessary for firing on protesting Americans. This was the end of day one at the abandoned school. The next day the “leakster” on the bus told me to “pull my bus out to the main road and find a nice quiet place under a big shade tree that covered the whole bus.” He told me I should “rest on the floor and keep my eyes shaded” and he gave me some thick sun glasses. My soldier of non-fortune also told me to “keep my head phones on and don’t come out of the bus from 11am to 1pm, no matter what.” The same officer told his team: “today and for the next 4 days we are going to have experience training, we are going to experience the effects of some new weapons....” I am very good at doing what I am told. My friend of un-fortune must have planted that tree grove and trimmed it out just for bus 192. I backed in and waited. At 10:55 I lay down on the floor, glasses in place and head phones on, radio playing. There was a series of flashes, just like camera flashes, my radio died on the first flash and has never worked since. Even though wearing glasses, to this day flashes like that any where, even in movies cause me to have mild seizures. The other 9 drivers there all had health traumas the next few months and most were never able to drive again. The flashes were followed by extreme quiet. The horse in the field next to where I was: lay down on his side and never got up the rest of the day. The flashes came about 22 minutes apart from 11am until one twenty-something. At 3:45 a knock on the bus startled me and one of the reservists said “hey come and get us.” So we went in to get them, they all slept the 50 minute trip to the barracks. On Monday we were back at it again. Only this time when we went down the dirt road it had been paved and about 30 acres or trees on each side were cleared, I mean: gone and there were huge gaping holes in the ground on both sides of the road. In the holes they had poured long, long, wide slabs of concrete. Over the next 2 weeks, every morning the work completed was stuff that happens over months and years in the private sector. Only I never saw any crews of workers. One of the new recruits stated: “wow the core works fast don’t they.” I assumed he meant the “Army Corp of Engineers.” The leakster answered with a snicker: “if you only knew, naw: you can’t handle how they do this,” as he patted me on the shoulder. Each day the reservists went to a different training area and did differing weapons testing and training with the foreign troops brought here by the other buses. Eventually every bus did a turn at this hidden place. The other drivers told me that their foreign riders’ conversations were about how terrible the “whores were that they’ve been giving us. Yeah can’t even give us a good piece of tale like they promised when we signed on for this.” Nice what the President was paying these foreign military units / mercenaries for learning how to shoot Americans, if necessary? As the days went by I watched the building of what I call: “Buchenwald II.” The layout was identical. I know what they built under and on top of the ground in the woods behind the abandoned private elite school. There are gas chambers and interrogation rooms. There are fallout shelters and one of the largest operations buildings I have ever seen. There are barrack-like shelters that have interiors that look just like the inside of the gulags. On the last day, as I turned onto what was once the dirt road: just around the first bend there had been erected a gate. On either side of the road were massive rock / stone pillars that were supporting a sculptured steel archway. The sculptured steel archway was twisted neatly into the words: “Welcome to Safety.” As we passed the gate, the commander (who had succeeded at dissolving my American upbringing: in regard to my mythological America) sat in the stair well of the bus and said “drive 5 mph.” I did and as I did so: he told me quietly: “you get what this place is right? The family of the next president (remember Clinton was president so the next would be Bush Jr) has built these places before in Europe. Please be careful and don’t forget this? Promise me, no matter how bad it gets out there: survive out there, never come to one of these places. Many will come for help but there won’t be any: these are giant mortuaries. Okay?” I promised. About an hour later the lead driver got a call to send me and one other driver home. A Reservist I had never seen came and gave me a note: “we are shipping out from here and all thank you for the peace we got riding your bus. Please don’t keep the note, just the memories and the faith.” I threw the note away and proceeded to drive home. In late July of 1998 I was assigned to pick up 2 “Medic Units,” while another driver was assigned to pick up a “demolitions group.” Each unit / group was from a different National Guards Barrack, but their destinations were the same. We drove them to an International non-military Airport. They were dressed in their uniforms their gear was out and open. They flew a United Airlines flight.
They met their commander(s) at the airport and openly discussed whether or not this trip “was just an exercise or the real deal, this time?” They were told it was “the real deal.” As they unloaded the bus they inventoried their supplies and equipment. The list they read from seemed lengthy; they had a lot of medical equipment, the inventory seemed to indicate that some body, some place, (actually a lot of bodies) were: going to be needing intense medical care. The teams’ medical related reservists on my bus and the demolitions weapons experts on the other bus were headed to the African Nation of Nairobi, Tanzania to be specific. So imagine my shocking surprise when exactly 8 days later, I saw them on my television, on the ABC nightly news with Peter Jennings; taking care of the wounded, in the aftermath of the destruction of the US Embassies in Africa. I put them on a plan for that area of the world 8 days PRIOR to the attack on the embassy. The unit of medics I had transported departed well ahead of the event and were: in place before the detonators were fired. In fact the group of reservists my colleague had transported: had the detonators in a large brief like case that was well marked on the outside. As I watched the news and read of the blast I saw the members of both groups on the news. The other driver told me to: “shut up and never tell any body.” I have remained silent too long! When I was sent to pick them up they came back with small knapsacks just like kids use for school. They were all dressed in clean street clothes like any body traveling. I was told that "there will be no return equipment" so only one bus, mine, went to transport them home. I had seen them use their equipment on television. Each one got picked up by a family member so I was not needed after all. Here is an interesting thing: visit “Wickipedia” and look for: "US Embassy, Africa." There is a page about the attacks on that embassy. The information given specifically states that this particular attack in 1998: "outed the existence of Al Qaeda and Bin Laden, to the American People, thus exposing the American people to the idea of terrorism against America for the first time.” According to Wickipedia's calculations: terrorism was therefore introduced to us under the Clinton Administration. I am telling you that I transported the medical units 2 weeks before the blasts, and watched the demolitions experts and weapons join them on the same flight. Private school buses like ours don’t keep records of such activity, which is why we were used instead of the military's own transport. For me this is much evidence on the side that the dog is wagged.
I have tried many times to find a place to post this information. The camps are real. The destruction of the US Embassy in Africa was fore known, and planned. The presidency of George Jr. was known 6 years earlier. I write this to say: if you think for one second that there is no plan you are wrong! No one wakes up one morning and gets elected president, except Jimmy Carter. For most this is all well planned. This is where we find our selves, fellow Americans, we are at THEIR END GAME! They have a tremendous head start! I read blog after blog of well meaning protesters, who should never surrender, but also not be caught by surprise. The actions of the Pelosi Congress during the last 2 weeks of May are proof, evidence, writing on the wall that we may well be too late to do any thing but ride this out. The question is what does that mean? If the Pelosi Congress could not stop the funding of the war then they cannot stop the "declaration of dictatorship," signed by the dictator Bush this week. Under the specifications of Marshall Law: ALL ELECTIONS ARE SUSPENDED, THE CONGRESS IS SUSPENDED, PROTESTATIONS OF EVERY KIND ARE ILLEGAL! Marshall Law is suspended only upon a direct order of the “Commander and Chief,” and the Suspended Congress is restored to power UNTIL the calendar date of the next election. Maybe that is why the Pelosi Congress is not really worried: because they get an extended vacation and still get their jobs back later, for a while at least? You can’t change it! It has been planned and is being done. The only recourse of the law left to us is for our “Militia” (National Guard) to be invoked by each States Governor to arrest the Constitution’s violators and call for special elections to restore power. AH! So that is why our National Guard has been decimated at this time, it leaves American’s stripped of any chance of refusing to become a dictatorship. How can any body think there is no plan? It cannot be an accident that the branch of Military established for the protection of Americans at home is gone, depleted, nearly destroyed at a time when we may need them most. This is our one small window! If the world attacks us then that would “suspend elections,” we could end up with GWB for an indefinite period of time. The terrified followers of GWB will run to these “places of safety.” Either they will die there or those who don’t will be branded as un-compliant and un-American. It is so real and so close. We the people must arise NOW and invoke the power of our Constitution and Bill of Rights. We must resurrect the intentions of our Constitutional writers who meant that the USA should never reach this level of demise under the tyranny of a ruler who despises the Constitution itself. If you are not awake, wake up now! TJsKID

[JohnDoe1984]

Amazing story. Thanks for posting it. It makes a lot of sense. It's not hard for me to believe that all this was planed a long time ago.

[Shinobi]

You got that right John lots of preperation, good find waxzy.

[schering]

So the bus driver could recall all that richly detailed info... except for the names of the three guys?

LOL, you guys are something else

BTW, the camps may or may not be real, however, paragraphs are definitely real, someone really should tell this fucking clown to give them a go

Wankers