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room which was empty.  The dining room led to the living room where I found my three children, gagged and blindfolded.  They were being guarded by two soldiers.  One was paying too much attention to my fourteen year old daughter. 
    I signaled to Neil that we would take coordinated simultaneous head shots. Neil took a position on the far target while I aimed in at the earhole of the pervert’s he ad. Two shots produced two floor thuds and a nasty new red and pink paint scheme in my living room.  Neil stayed with my still blindfolded and gagged children as I began to scale the steps to my master bedroom.
    The entire time we had been c learing my house we could hear panicked screaming from my wife upstairs. It was bothersome to me, but it served to cover any noise we made while moving. Two gunshots had rung out before we entered.  She was calling out to the kids and I could hear the broken English of a soldier probably from a Slavic country issuing orders and cursing at her.  As I peeked over the top of the steps I could see a soldier slumped against the wall opposite the doorway to my bedroom.  It was evident from the lack of a lower jaw and a large hole in the throat that he had been shot trying to enter the room.  Three soldiers were stacked on the door.  Two of the soldiers had their backs to me, and a third on the far side, was facing me.
    A head shot to the far target got the attention of his comrades.  They turned to face me and I put three shots into the closest with my SIG .357.  The remaining soldier made the mistake of stepping back around the corner of the door for cover.  He got seven shots to his right side from my wife’s 9mm as a reward.  Two shots from my Sig finished his time on earth.
    I called out to her. “Mary, it’s me, Chris.  Don’t shoot me, the bad guys are dead.  It’s OK; I’m coming in the room.  It’s just me.”
    Before I could round the corner to the room she was rushing out the door and into my arms so bbing.  I led her downstairs where the sight of our children caused her emotions to break free.  We led the kids away from the carnage before removing their blindfolds.  It was an emotional reunion.  Mary had believed the children were dead.  I believed the bad guys had shot her. Other than some scratches on the kids from the rough handling invaders, no one was injured.
    Mary had begun sleeping with the 9mm within reach for a week, but never thought she might actually have to use it.  She knew something was wrong when her TV and alarm clock went out together.  She had picked up the gun and begun walking towards the kid’s rooms when she saw the heads of the bad guys coming up the stairs.  She backed into the corner hidden from view by the bed.  She waited until she saw the first guy’s body and then fired twice, surprising herself when the gun recoiled.  Her two shots had instantly stopped her would be attacker and halted the other three. She had no choice but to stay there while she heard first the screams of the kids, and then silence.
    Neil began a sweep of the house, gathering up all of the weapons and supplies the bad guys had brought wit h them.  We gathered all of my war supplies and loaded them into our vehicles.  After searching for anything of value in the bad guy’s Suburbans, we spray painted “MOLAN LABE” on the doors and left the vehicles completely incapacitated.  When we were leaving, we could see neighbors who had been afraid to help, coming out of their homes to investigate the carnage.
    Prior to that night, Mary had been against my involvement with the militia.  She had insisted that I was chasing conspiracies and that the government would never turn on its own people.  That all changed when the government had sent out a fire team to take her and our children from our home.  She was even more enraged with the government when I told her that government plan for her and the children was a concentration camp.  We were lucky to have