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A Wilhem Tell Like Tale- Part 1 |
| Written by Chris | |
| Sunday, 18 November 2007 | |
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Share it:      Coffee Between Friends Every now and then we hear an extraordinary tale of a genuine world changer, who overcame any obstacle, no matter how great. Perhaps now we need this more then ever. People like Wilhem Tell, the remarkable Swiss man who saved his country from the Hapsburgs or Francis Drake and Admiral Nelson who stymied the powers of Europe. William was no extraordinary boy, average in elementary school and his higher education. He had done nothing to impress any college or win any sort of merit. His parents were long resigned to the fact that there son would walk through the world as a follower. As far as anyone knew, there was nothing expected from him except simply to be at his job everyday. Perhaps this doom to be average drove young William quite mad for a time. He would often stare into space, his mind swimming with James Bond like scenarios. One of his life-long friends, Nelson, was rather involved in the inner workings of the government of the United States. The two rarely met, but frequently talked on the phone. "William? Oh, hello. Yes everything’s fine with the family, yes we’re all well. I have something, something I need to ask you." "What?" "Well, it’s a long one, would you like to get some coffee tomorrow morning?" Nelson asked. "Of course." * * * William rose early the next morning. It was always interesting talking to Nelson; he possessed the knowledge that put the five o’clock news into context. Other than that he was a great story teller and even better person. When William walked into the café he quickly found Sam sitting on its outskirts. "Hello Nelson. You wanted to talk?" "Yes," he said, skipping the niceties, "the president… is going to declare war on Iran." "That’s fine, it will die in the Senate." "It won’t have a chance to ‘die.’ The troops in Iraq, he’s simply going to send them over," stated Nelson plainly. "He… can’t… Why?" "Oil." "This doesn’t make sense, where’s he going to get the troops from?" "Iraq, then we’ll have a draft," Nelson said plainly as ever. "But what’s going to happen?" this seemed beyond predicting, but Nelson had an answer: "We need you to kill the president," Nelson said in a resigned voice. "Me?!" "Yes, they will know immediately if one of us were to do it, but you are an outsider by their standards, not to be mean," Nelson said a grin cutting across his overall serious physiognomy. "It’s alright if you can’t, you’re the best shot of all the people I know; city people," he added rolling his eyes, "but we can’t afford this war." "What’s gonna happen?" "We have it mapped out, as simple as possible for our sake: the president is going to watch the opening game of the World Series in Kansas City. There’s a road that looks into the stadium; we have official clearance. You take the shot from inside the back of our car as it moves across the road," seeing the ‘this is impossible’ look on William’s face, "it’s a new weapons system… It has the ability to calculate any factor when taking a shot; that and your going to use a new type of incendiary round. After the shot, we still have some details to iron out with that, we will drive you to Kansas International Airport where we will have a jet that will take you to Switzerland, then all you have to do is use our Swiss bank account." "I dunno sounds iffy," said William not wanting to disappoint his friend, "I’ll think about it." "America expects that every man will do his duty," stated Nelson plainly. Several deceivingly tense minutes passed after that statement. They both sat sipping their coffee. Nelson eyed his friend warily, hoping that this wasn’t a mistake. Likewise, William was doing the same, wondering what had become of his friend. He thought back to their school days, how Nelson had always been so clever, so smart. His mind seemed to be thinking, "When was the last time Nelson was wrong."
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