"Letter To Yourself"
“Ok, nimrod, pay attention”
Thats how the letter started.
I sat in my truck outside the base post office. It had started to rain, which was not unusual here in Washington. I had been here at Ft. Lewis for a year, and had gotten use to the weather.
I held in my hands a large manila envelope with no return address, with my address written in black marker in what looked like my own handwriting. In place of the stamps was some strange bar code.
I had opened it gently, and taken the letter out, a few sheets of paper, with some sort of corporate logo and an address in New Mexico on it. They had not been folded, but stuffed into the envelope. As I gently unfolded them I realized there was blood smeared all over the pages, making them stick together in places.
Ok, I was starting to freak a bit.
The thing that got me was that it was my handwriting, written in the same marker that the address was, and from the look of it, written quickly, a lot of the words were misspelled, and a few crossed out.
“Ok,nimrod, pay attention.
I, I mean you, oh fuck this is weird are gonna get killed in 10 days, if this is monday. I just hope all this hocus pocus science crap actually works, its a bit shot up and if it does, you, I mean me, will get this letter and and all the rest of it and I ,you can get it to Ramsey in time to fix this cluster before it happens. Take this whole thing to Major Ramsey, just drop it on his desk, he already has the initial Intel and knows.”
I had written this. I knew it. Somehow I knew it was my blood on the pages too.
So here I was, sitting in a truck, with a letter from my self, telling me I was going to get killed in 10 days.
Damn, I need a beer.
I peeled the pages apart and continued to read.
Some of the pages had some sort of technical drawings on them, I set them aside, and continued to read .”You and the team are going to be sent here to retake the facility. It is some sort of science lab, doing some kind of physics work for Uncle Sam. Ramsey told us that they have a time travel device that allows things to be sent back in time. Some unfriendlys has sent a team to take and hold the place, giving them time to do something. The science guy at the briefing says that they could send a bomb
or something back to someplace. I don't get it all, but I do know that the intel is all wrong. They know we are coming and are ready for it. Duke and his guys buy it first, the Blackhawk was hit by a what looked like a stinger, they never made it over the fence. The bad guys have set up outside the fence. Make sure Ramsey knows this.”
Sgt Henry “Duke” Wayne was my support team NCO. I was getting pissed now.
“Money and Fletch get it next, there is a shooter on the radio tower in the south west corner. .50 cal. He is well hidden but Jesus got him with his first shot.”
Seeing what looked like an After Action Report from something that hasn't happened yet was getting weird.
“Stay away from the big brown building as you make your approach, you should out of his sight.”
I was thinking maybe I should write this down. Oh wait, I had, or was going to, or what ever.
I really needed that beer.
It was really raining now, sheets of water blocked the view out the windshield.
I sat and stared at it for a few minutes, and finally forced myself to keep reading.
It was hard, this part was covered in blood, the page was brown and sticky.
“We hit the main building hard, the shooters inside were waiting for us. Without Fletch, we had to do the door with a satchel. They managed to get Spock on the way in. Wait a few seconds after the door blows before you breach.”
Spock always had to be the first in. Figures.
“I'm loosing a lot of blood, so going to have to make this quick. We made it to the main lab, lost Bambi, Alley and Quincy on the way. Only Jethro and I were left. The place is pretty shot up, lots of the computers are wasted, all the hostages are dead. Before he died, one of them told me what to do. The shooters sent a package back already. Seems this is some sort of mailbox from hell. It sends letters and packages in the mail to the past. You have to know the person you are sending it too. I'll be damned if I understand it, but I hope it works.”
I set that page down and started the next.
“Tell Ramsey that the package will be delivered to some address in San Diego. It has some sort of device in it. It has to be intercepted”
Jethro got hit by a shooter hiding behind a door. I took three rounds before I nailed him. I am bleeding out and ain't going to make it.
I hope you get this, and can stop what ever is going to happen. We screwed the pooch here. But maybe we can fix it there.”
At the bottom of the page was more writing. It was barely readable.
“One more thing, just a word of advice.”
“duck”
In the News today, the US Postal Service has said that the explosion and fire at their main distribution point in San Diego was caused by a natural gas leak. 12 workers were killed, along with one fire fighter, who died when a wall collapsed during the all night fire fighting effort. There has been no estimate of the amount of mail that was destroyed or damaged in the fire.
In other news, All of the members of a Army Special Forces team where killed yesterday when the helicopters they were in collided during a training exercise in New Mexico. The Army is investigating the cause of the crash.
