At a time when many military bases fell apart or joined the State they resided in to survive, Joint Base White Sands continued flying the American flag atop their flagpoles. Their operational reach was greatly diminished compared to pre-Second Great Depression levels, but they eventually deployed small teams into the Borderplex to coordinate with local police and sheriffs in an effort to drive out the gangs and drug cartels. And they maintained enough of a watch on matters on the southern side of the old Mexican border to keep tabs on their foreign enemies. By the time the Texas State Guard was ready to roll into Mexico and deal with those enemies for good, Joint Base White Sands provided them with the best aerial intelligence in the remaining Free World. And the remains of their Army units rolled with the Texans as well, though they made it clear that they remained in the American chain of command. Even if they did not precisely follow the insane orders still coming from Washington. They did not subordinate themselves to Texan command, but were happy to coordinate with them. The Texans, supremely confident that would change in due time, accepted both the clarification and the help with equal cheer. Not everyone was blessed enough to be born a Texan after all.