Richmond ordered the Virginia Air National Guard to perform an air strike on the escalating conflict in the Rockfish Gap. That turned out to be a Bad Idea. With capital letters. Some pilots followed the orders. Some could not in good conscience. And some fought to counter the orders. The Virginia Air National Guard exploded in the sky over the Rockfish Gap, and wreckage, bombs, and gunfire rained down towards the fighting below. Those seeking to stop the attacks controlled the air when it was all over, and they ignored all orders from Richmond to stand down. Someone else might seek to follow those orders, after all.
The firefight in the Rockfish Gap escalated as midnight approached. More law enforcement and military forces swarmed in from all directions, some seeking to support the Feds, and others seeking the Lexington mayor’s release. Individual Virginians joined in as well, and the conflict spread far out of any control the Commonwealth of Virginia could place on it. The Feds moved to smuggle the mayor of Lexington, and his family, out of the growing firefight and into nearby Afton, but they ran into a disorganized force of mountain volunteers. With the volunteers blocking their path, and the Lexington police and Virginia Defense Force closing in from behind, the Feds called in an air strike to blow a hole for them. That turned out to be another of many bad decisions that day.
The Virginia Defense Force detachment in Lynchburg had been watching the situation in Lexington go wildly out of control all day, but Richmond ordered them to remain in place. They were the closest VDF detachment, and they mobilized despite those orders when the killing started. The VDF linked up with Lexington’s surviving police department and moved to intercept the Federal and Commonwealth convoy holding the mayor. They caught the convoy in the Rockfish Gap, shortly after the relief column out of Richmond made rendezvous. The Lexington police demanded the release of their mayor, and when the Feds refused, the VDF moved to execute the mayor’s release. The Feds opened fire, the Commonwealth officers joined in, and the Virginia Defense Force returned fire. The long and bloody engagement stretched long into the night.
This weekend, I went to the first convention I’ve been to since the government lockdowns blew civilization up and flushed it right down the toilet. I didn’t go last fall, because I didn’t want to bring anything back home to mom. She has her vaccine now, so I felt a lot safer going out of town and back. So I got to get together with three hundred of my closest friends that I haven’t seen in a couple years. Where we got together to celebrate Transformers. The toys. Not the big power thingies. We play games (though not as many this year as those that came before), we buy and sell toys, and we talk with each other. It’s a fun time had by all. I’m glad I went. And maybe, if you like Transformers, I’ll meet you there next year.
The Federal and Commonwealth law enforcement officers left Lexington, Virginia in flames behind them, and began their long trek back out of the Shenandoah Valley with the mayor and his family in custody. Unfortunately for them, footage of the Lexington Day Massacre had leaked out through the jamming, and the other Virginians out there were not happy with them. What followed was fifty miles of pure hell. Random car wrecks and tree-falls slowed them, and hillbilly hunters took potshots from what seemed like every tree and hill. Sometimes far more powerful sniper rifles would blow clear through their armored vehicles, and anything that happened to be in the path of fire inside. A relief column from Richmond linked up with the dispirited and bleeding convoy, but the random sniper fire continued. Then the Virginia Defense Force arrived to clarify the situation.
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