paul enzor

Washington's new Militia

I remember when the bombs fell. It was early Thursday morning May 4th, 2025.  I remember waking up thinking I had missed my alarm and was late for work. I reached over to my phone and checked the time it was only seven o'clock in the morning and work started in 30 minutes. I had maybe 10 minutes to get out the door. I reluctantly scrambled to my feet, I looked back at my wife who was sleeping peacefully facing the wall opposite of me with her arm stretched over our daughters bassinet. She must have been crying at some point in the night and my wife had rocked her back to sleep as well as herself. It was a peaceful moment, had I known the events that would happen later I would have never left.