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Dylan Stamper

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  1. Crunch time. is there anyone wthin 45 minutes of tyler TX thats available for a meeting at 1900 hours today 4/19/19? if so please contact me. i need at least 14 individuals or a detail.
  2. Dylan:  Failed to mention it earlier, but, I was going to put the invitation to groups on the MM site.  A.P.Peet-Max

  3. Dylan:  I do not have a Facebook account.  My home phone is (936) 295-0744 and after about 4 rings, it switches over to the voice recorder-any message left on the recorder, I'll get.  Also, My email is sandibean@hotmail.com, and my gmail is gecbad132@gmail.com.  I'll put out some notifications and we'll see if it gets any bites. If nothing comes up between now and then, I plan to be in Gatesville.   Alan.P.Peet      (Max)

  4. Sorry I took a while to get back with you.  Thanks for the info. about the upcoming event in Gatesville-I do plan to be there.  From 1400 Friday-1700 Sunday should make for a good FTX, and $15.00 for the weekend is something I can deal with.   Hopefully, the other groups will help coordinate some of the required set-up.  Don't know  what arranging one of these things involves, but if I can do something on this end (such as extending invitations to various groups), let me know.    Max

    1. Dylan Stamper

      Dylan Stamper

      Invite away my friend. That's the biggest thing. Also, do you have any more efficient means of contact? Fb?

  5. Greetings from Walker County, Texas.  I sent an email the other day but I'm not sure it was delivered since my PC seems to be acting up.  I saw on the M.M. site that ya'll have an FTX around Gatesville scheduled for the weekend of Oct.20, and I'd like to train with those groups.  Do I need to do anything,  or do I just show up?  I'm on the M.M. Members Map, in fact, I'm the only one on the map in Huntsville, Tx..  I'm also looking for militia activity in and  around my neck of the woods, and Gatesville isn't  far down the road. I'd like to train with ya'll on Oct. 20, so, if you could get back with me, and let me know what I need to know, I'd appreciate it.  You can contact me at sandibean@hotmail.com, or 936-295-0744, or the M.M. site. Look forward to hearing from you.   Max

  6. I saw your FTX scheduled for Oct. 20 on My Militia.   Right now, I'm looking for a unit that does some  field training. I live in Huntsville and posted on the MM members map.  I'm interested in taking part in the FTX, and your monthly training classes, but need to know the location-where in Gatesville.   Max

  7. I saw a dark cloud rise from the sea. In it were all manner of bewilderment. Small and great pitted one against the other. Great fires danced to some silent, terrible orchestra. The mouths of vile creatures, gaping and grotesque, opening and closing as if to bite in vain at some unseen morsel, too big for even them to take all at once. Tens of thousands of the most horrid creatures you could scarcely imagine... approaching endlessly as if in eternal march. It all swirled within the darkness around and around, yet the entirety seemed to be only a small portion of some greater thing that one either could not see or would not for fear of what he might find if he turned his gaze more broadly upon that which controlled the visage of horror before them. I, alone, stood silently upon the precipice of this great cliff... I felt I should fear, but did not. I felt I should run, but I did not. I felt as though anger and hatred and all forms of wrath should take hold of me and drive me into the great calamity rising from the sea... but it did not. Instead, a great peace fell over me. I saw the beauty of such a thing as this and knew that for all of its fantastic disarray, it was well ordered and controlled. I closed my eyes for but a moment. I let all burdens fall away... for what lay next would require every drop of strength and tenacity my spirit could muster. I stepped back from the edge of the sheer rock face, which held certain death below, to be sure. I called out. I called for the bold and the brave. I called for the strong and the clever. I called for the protectors and warriors and those whose wings could simply not be seen by the eyes of mortal men. I called and without hesitation or purpose of evasion, they all answered the call. They too had seen the mass... They had seen the beast entire and knew that such things do not fall easily and the battle could not be left for the next generation. They covered themselves first with armor. It was not shining nor wrought with elegant design, for these men were not seen by the world as noble, nor lofty in their rank. Most had names that would soon be forgotten with no heir to carry it on. Yet... one and all they answered. Shoulder to shoulder they stood. Their cry was fierce. Their weapons held high in the air... I stepped towards my enemy... our enemy... and the earth shook beneath my feet. You would think such a fool of me. Rank upon rank thundered in charge towards the cliff... but none fell. As the sun rose, the first rays of white light pierced the darkness and the legions of those whose blood was spilled in defense of liberty and life rose to meet our feet. They carried us into battle... Yet we knew no victory in the hours that passed... the darkness pushed us back... back to solid ground and advanced as if we were but a nuisance. A day and a night we fought. No hope in the darkest hour of the night. Strength failing... any mirage of victory had faded with the sunset... the night was cold and unforgiving but we held our ground. Forward... wait for the dawn... It should have seemed as clear to me as a written message... but trepidation kept it from my mind... dawn cracked the horizon... a chorus of trumpets sliced the tumultuous air... and the battle went silent. The air shook with the sound of trumpets. The darkness heaved and writhed as if in agony from the sound... not a word was uttered. The blood soaked and weary fell to their knees... forgetting the nightmare behind them, reinforcements... reinforcements... we all faced the east... the new dawn... I looked and beheld a white horse... and He who sat upon it...
  8. I saw a dark cloud rise from the sea. In it were all manner of bewilderment. Small and great pitted one against the other. Great fires danced to some silent, terrible orchestra. The mouths of vile creatures, gaping and grotesque, opening and closing as if to bite in vain at some unseen morsel, too big for even them to take all at once. Tens of thousands of the most horrid creatures you could scarcely imagine... approaching endlessly as if in eternal march. It all swirled within the darkness around and around, yet the entirety seemed to be only a small portion of some greater thing that one either could not see or would not for fear of what he might find if he turned his gaze more broadly upon that which controlled the visage of horror before them. I, alone, stood silently upon the precipice of this great cliff... I felt I should fear, but did not. I felt I should run, but I did not. I felt as though anger and hatred and all forms of wrath should take hold of me and drive me into the great calamity rising from the sea... but it did not. Instead, a great peace fell over me. I saw the beauty of such a thing as this and knew that for all of its fantastic disarray, it was well ordered and controlled. I closed my eyes for but a moment. I let all burdens fall away... for what lay next would require every drop of strength and tenacity my spirit could muster. I stepped back from the edge of the sheer rock face, which held certain death below, to be sure. I called out. I called for the bold and the brave. I called for the strong and the clever. I called for the protectors and warriors and those whose wings could simply not be seen by the eyes of mortal men. I called and without hesitation or purpose of evasion, they all answered the call. They too had seen the mass... They had seen the beast entire and knew that such things do not fall easily and the battle could not be left for the next generation. They covered themselves first with armor. It was not shining nor wrought with elegant design, for these men were not seen by the world as noble, nor lofty in their rank. Most had names that would soon be forgotten with no heir to carry it on. Yet... one and all they answered. Shoulder to shoulder they stood. Their cry was fierce. Their weapons held high in the air... I stepped towards my enemy... our enemy... and the earth shook beneath my feet. You would think such a fool of me. Rank upon rank thundered in charge towards the cliff... but none fell. As the sun rose, the first rays of white light pierced the darkness and the legions of those whose blood was spilled in defense of liberty and life rose to meet our feet. They carried us into battle... Yet we knew no victory in the hours that passed... the darkness pushed us back... back to solid ground and advanced as if we were but a nuisance. A day and a night we fought. No hope in the darkest hour of the night. Strength failing... any mirage of victory had faded with the sunset... the night was cold and unforgiving but we held our ground. Forward... wait for the dawn... It should have seemed as clear to me as a written message... but trepidation kept it from my mind... dawn cracked the horizon... a chorus of trumpets sliced the tumultuous air... and the battle went silent. The air shook with the sound of trumpets. The darkness heaved and writhed as if in agony from the sound... not a word was uttered. The blood soaked and weary fell to their knees... forgetting the nightmare behind them, reinforcements... reinforcements... we all faced the east... the new dawn... I looked and beheld a white horse... and He who sat upon it...
  9. Also... I'm in Coryell County and would very much like to get in contact with my fellow patriots locally. Contact me for more info. The Texas Militia is being resurrected and we are going to be stronger and more united than ever.
  10. Eyyyy...... trying to revive the Texas militia. Wanna help?
  11. Dylan Stamper

    FTX

    I'll have more info as the event gets closer
  12. Dylan Stamper

    FTX

    3UP sponsored national FTX in Gatesville, TX

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