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kwttoday · 2 years

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Kuwait urges public to report LGBT symbols

Kuwait urges public to report LGBT symbols Kuwait has urged members of the public to report any displays or promotion of the ‘pride flag’ or other symbols of the LGBT community, the latest step in the country against the perceived promotion of homosexuality. Read- Kuwait: No Covid related death in the country since April 3rd “Inform us about the flag or any signs or phrases inviting or…

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greatlobbyis123 · 5 months

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New Technology Home Appliances News | Great Lobbyist

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blockchainnewsme · 1 year

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CBDC in Kuwait: The Journey

Government interest in the crypto industry has increased significantly. This is majorly due to crypto’s increased adoption across the world. One of the significant ways through which countries have demonstrated their interest in crypto is CBDCs. What are CBDCs? Central Bank Digital Currency (CBDC) is a digital currency issued and backed by a country’s Central Bank. The CBDC is highly similar…

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timesofocean · 2 years

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Magnitude 5 earthquake strikes off Kuwait

New Post has been published on https://www.timesofocean.com/magnitude-5-earthquake-shakes-kuwait/

Magnitude 5 earthquake strikes off Kuwait

Kuwait (The Times Groupe)- Kuwait has announced an earthquake of magnitude 5 shook south of the Persian Gulf country on Saturday.

Kuwait’s National Seismic Network reported the quake occurred at 4:28 local time (1:28 GMT) at a depth of five kilometers southwest of Al-Ahmadi province, the state news agency KUNA reported.

There were no injuries or damage reported.

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northgazaupdates · 2 months

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19 March 2024

Sources report multiple, apparently simultaneous bombings of aid-seekers by the IOF tonight in north Gaza.

Resistance News Network reports on Telegram that the IOF has once again bombed Kuwait Roundabout, wounding and killing many starving civilians. RNN writes

🚨 A large number of martyrs and injuries were reported near the Kuwait Roundabout southeast of Gaza City in the northern #Gaza Strip, following an IOF strike which targeted a gathering of committees formed by notables and tribes tasked with securing the entry of aid from the Roundabout into famine-stricken Gaza City.

After four days of successful aid deliveries to the northern #Gaza Strip since the latest flour massacre, the IOF returns to targeting aid-seekers after eliminating the mechanisms for securing the entry of aid, in an attempt to sow chaos. In the past 24 hours, 3 officials who were facilitating the entry of aid in northern and central Gaza were assassinated by the IOF.

Hossam Shabat said at least 23 were martyred in the Kuwait Roundabout attack, with many more injured. Shortly after, he reported the death toll rose to 30. It may continue to rise.

He also reports that the IOF bombed aid-seekers in the Shafut area of southeastern Gaza City. He says the number of martyrs and injured is large, but does not provide a rough estimate at this time.

More information will be provided as I find it.

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decolonize-the-left · 2 months

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Here are the day's main developments. At least 82 Palestinians have been killed and 98 injured in Israeli strikes in the past 24 hours, according to the latest figures from the Gaza health ministry. At least 32,705 Palestinians have been killed and 75,190 injured in Israeli strikes on Gaza since 7 October. Truce talks between Israel and Hamas will resume on Sunday in Cairo, Egypt's Al Qahera News TV reported on Saturday, citing a security source. To mark the 48th anniversary of Land Day on Saturday afternoon, thousands of Palestinians marched through the town of Deir Hanna. On 30 March 1976, six Palestinians were killed by Israeli forces as thousands of Palestinians in Israel's northern Galilee region rose up against the Israeli expropriation and occupation of Palestinian lands. The event became known as Land Day and a symbol of the national struggle that unites Palestinians around the world. According to a statement issued by the Colonisation and Wall Resistance Commission (CWRC), Israel has seized 27 sq km of land in the occupied West Bank since 7 October. World Health Organisation director-general Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus said around 9,000 patients urgently needed to be evacuated from Gaza for lifesaving treatment abroad. These patients had suffered wounds in Israeli bombing, or needed cancer treatment, kidney dialysis or treatment for other chronic conditions, Tedros wrote in a post on X, formerly Twitter. Other key developments included: The British government has received advice from its own lawyers stating that Israel has breached international humanitarian law in Gaza but has failed to make it public, according to advice received from its own lawyers, according to a leaked recording obtained by the UK's Observer newspaper. At least five people were killed and dozens injured by gunfire during an aid delivery in Gaza. The incident happened after thousands of people gathered in the Kuwait roundabout in northern Gaza, awaiting the arrival of 15 food aid trucks. Al Jazeera Arabic reported that Israel had intensified its shelling on the eastern parts of the southern Gaza city of Khan Younis. The air strikes targeted al-Mughraqa in the north of Khan Younis. UN peacekeeping mission Unifil confirmed that four of its personnel were injured in an explosion in the southern Lebanese border town of Rmeish. A group of around 20 relatives of Israeli captives held in the Gaza Strip on Saturday called for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu's resignation, the Israeli newspaper Haaretz reported. Jordanian Foreign Minister Ayman Safadi said on Saturday that the "famine" in Gaza could be dealt with in a short time if Israel opened the land crossings for aid to enter.

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news4dzhozhar · 2 months

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IT HAS HAPPENED AGAIN!!!

Palestinian officials call latest assault ‘premeditated’ as people seeking humanitarian supplies increasingly targeted.

At least 21 Palestinians have been killed after Israeli forces opened fire on thousands of people waiting for aid in Gaza City in the same area that was targeted hours earlier, government officials said.

The Ministry of Health in Gaza described the late Thursday attack as a “new, premeditated massacre” and said more than 150 people were wounded.

Witnesses told Al Jazeera that Israeli forces had used helicopters, tanks and drones to target thousands of people waiting on food trucks.

It was the latest in a string of assaults on people desperately in need of food and other essential supplies as Israel continues to obstruct and severely control the entry of aid into the enclave.

Earlier on Thursday, at the same food distribution point at the Kuwait Roundabout, Israeli forces had shot dead at least six Palestinians, as the death toll has risen to more than 400 people in such attacks.

The Israeli military carried out five separate attacks on aid distribution centres in the past 48 hours in the Gaza Strip, killing 56 people and injuring more than 300, the media office of the enclave’s government said on Friday.

“We hold the US administration and the international community, in addition to the ‘Israeli’ occupation, fully responsible for the crime of genocide,” it said in a statement on Telegram.

The Israeli military denied that its forces had opened fire on the crowds and claimed instead that “armed Palestinians” were responsible for the attack.

“Armed Palestinians opened fire while Gazan civilians were awaiting the arrival of the aid convoy” in Gaza City on Thursday and then “continued to shoot as the crowd of Gazans began looting the trucks”, the military said in a statement on Friday.

“Additionally, a number of Gazan civilians were run over by the trucks,” it said, adding that a preliminary review determined that its forces did not carry out the attack with tanks, guns or air strikes.

The military was “continuing to review the incident”, it said.

Weapon of war

Martin Griffiths, the UN’s emergency relief coordinator, said on Friday that incidents of Israeli forces shooting at Palestinians searching for food “cannot be allowed to continue”.

“People should not have to die while trying to keep their families alive,” he said in a post on X.

“Distributing aid in Gaza should be done in a safe, dignified and predictable manner. Anything less is unconscionable. The war must end.”

Shaina Low, communications adviser for the Norwegian Refugee Council, said the ongoing killings of aid seekers represent a breakdown in communication between aid groups and Israeli authorities.

“It’s a clear sign that the deconfliction system, in which humanitarian agencies and the UN notify and correspond with Israel … is completely failing,” she told Al Jazeera, adding that this system is meant to allow aid agencies to inform Israel of routes they will take to ensure they aren’t targeted.

“This is something that is preventable and shouldn’t be happening,” Low added.

Rights groups say that Israel is using starvation as a weapon of war against Palestinians.

With Israel’s war on Gaza now in its sixth month, the United Nations has warned that at least 576,000 people in the enclave – a quarter of the population – are on the brink of famine, and global pressure has been growing on Israel to allow more access to aid.

Israel, which controls Gaza’s crossings, has opened just one entry point into the enclave since the start of the war and imposed “endless checking procedures” for trucks to pass through, UN agencies say.

Faced with Israel’s obstruction of aid trucks, the international community has devised complicated workarounds, including a sea corridor from Cyprus to the besieged Strip and plans by the United States to set up a temporary jetty off Gaza’s coast to bring in supplies – a move criticised as an attempt to divert attention from Washington’s continued military and political support for Israel as famine looms and the onslaught persists.

Last month, Israeli forces killed 118 people scrambling for flour on the coastal al-Rashid Street, southwest of Gaza City, provoking worldwide condemnation, but the attacks have nonetheless continued unabated.

The Gaza Health Ministry said in its latest update on Friday that at least 31,490 Palestinians have been killed and 73,439 wounded by Israeli attacks since October 7.

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kuwaisiana · 1 month

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Watch our climate fiction inspired music video! A Kuwait-based team helped me kick off a new era for Kuwaisiana, now based in Seattle-Tacoma.

Our latest music video, Lost Empire, marks the band’s embrace of solarpunk imagination and the start of a new era in the band’s lore as we embrace new methods of storytelling.

Lost Empire holds a special place as transition point. The track was recorded early pandemic (2020) and the video was made last time I visited Kuwait (2023), so it binds memories, experiences and people across New Orleans, Kuwait and Seattle.

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kwttoday · 1 year

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Closure of some roads in Kuwait due to bad weather

Closure of some roads in Kuwait due to bad weather A number of roads in Fahaheel are closed today due to the water logging due to the heavy rain witnessed in these areas. The roads closed are Fahaheel Road towards Umm Al-Haiman, Fahaheel coastal road towards Al-Kout Complex and Shuaiba port warehouses road, Ministry of Interior said. View this post on Instagram A post shared by KWT Today…

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probssomethingorother · 7 months

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🚨NEW UPDATE 🚨

Cried out, to you alone: a tlou fanfic

sorry this took so long to update I'm an ass.

Sarah's death, lots of hurt no comfort, canon compliant

Joel, Sarah, Tommy

Rating: Teen

Sarah's gone. Joel is a wreck. Tommy is caught in the middle of needing to get his brother to safety and grieving his niece. A (hopefully) sad sad continuation of that heartbreaking scene from Tommy's POV

Words: 7,790 -- last updated 10/19 :)

Read the latest chapter on AO3 here or down below ⤵️

Chapter 2:

It was the static buzz and distant sound of chatter humming through radios that Tommy focused on next, ears acutely trained to pick up on the distinctive sounds after years of carrying one strapped to his tactical vest. He took one last look at the approaching shadows before screwing his eyes shut, the sounds of their footsteps and the rustle of their uniforms getting louder and louder as his own heartbeat seemed to do the same.

His brain was threatening to bring him back to a different life lived - younger, standing on the outskirts of a rural settlement west of Kuwait, apprehensively waiting on orders to move forward despite the firefight clearly visible on the horizon. It was nighttime then too, and distant explosions and screams wafted through the air just as they were doing now.

The only thing rooting him to the present was Joel’s anguished mewls-more than the most desperate cries, long past even complete heartbroken sobs.

“Drop the gun, now.” A voice sternly said behind Tommy, and he promptly and willingly complied, dropping his rifle into the grass. If they were going to shoot him, they would have done it by now- still could do it in fact. He knew he was horribly outgunned and his old rifle wasn’t going to do him any good against anything military-grade.

“Turn slowly.”

Hands raised, Tommy complied again, taking the time to look at Joel and Sarah as he turned. His brother had crumpled over his niece’s body, now barely visible under Joel’s broad shoulders. Obscured under him, the most Tommy could see was Sarah’s legs splayed out lamely in the grass, blue jeans dirty. Yet, even amongst the grime, he could still see the pen ink clearly - a blue dolphin, a pink flower, a red heart - doodles of when she was alive and carefree. Another pair is stained with scribbles too, has a small game of tic-tac-toe she started with him. He’s glad she’s not wearing that pair now, at least then the game hasn’t died with her.

His gaze traced the length of her leg, ending at her worn white shoes. One shoelace hung loose, and he felt an inexplicable urge to tie it, even though it mattered none now.

He always used to help her tie her shoes when she was little. She is still little - was little.

Of all the details to notice and memories to remember, he hated that these were what he was now left with- doodles and undone laces.

Tommy swallowed and cleared his throat, “We ain’t sick,” he called, voice shaky as he turned the rest of the way away from Joel and Sarah. Unbeknownst to him, echoing Joel from mere moments ago.

Once fully turned he found the soldier wasn’t even armed, or at least not holding a gun in his grasp. The only thing pointing at the three of them was a flashlight. There were two other soldiers a few paces behind the lead, but even their guns were trained down towards the ground -fingers still on the triggers of course.

The sight should have settled Tommy, but after everything that has happened tonight, a general feeling of being unsettled can’t be unstuck from his body.

The military just had tried to kill his whole family, he wasn’t going to just drop his guard completely at the sight of lowered guns.

“Ain’t going to make a move toward you either - no need to do anything to us, alright?” he stated, his raised left arm coming closer to his face to shield his eyes from the flashlight's piercing glare.

The soldier shifted the light’s beam from Tommy to Joel and Sarah, letting it rest on them as he took measured steps in their direction. Tommy stood still, held by the silent threat of being gunned down, his gaze intently following the soldier as he neared them.

There was a clear question hanging in the air, even if going unsaid.

“He - ,” Tommy gulped, “she’s gone….it’s his daughter.” He pushed out, the truth threatening to close his throat.

He yearned to add, “killed by one of your fucking friends,” but now hardly seemed the time to be picking fights.

The soldier came to a halt, just inches from Joel and Sarah, flashlight still trained on their bundled form. Joel rocked back and forth as he whispered sweet nothings to her, still utterly distraught and seemingly oblivious to the precarious position they were now in.

“Joel.” Tommy pleaded, albeit without much force, hoping his brother would finally just key into the situation.

But the situation for Joel was simple. The light of his life was gone. His fucking baby was dead. Bleeding out in his arms. The situation was that he would follow her to the ends of the earth, and stay by her side forever. What was happening around them could all be dammed. He was staying with his girl even if that meant following her to the other side. He didn’t care.

A ray from the flashlight hit Joel’s eyes in just the right way and he squinted, forcing them to shut, squeezing out even more tears. His gaze flickered to the source, and for a second, it looked like he finally might be cluing into reality, but just as quickly, his head moved back down, eyes on Sarah.

Tommy lowered his arms, drooping them at his sides, defeated.

The soldier cautiously retreated a step before pivoting towards Tommy. He couldn’t help but hold his breath as he got close, still on edge. The soldier moved the flashlight from his left and to his right, and for a second Tommy thought he was going his for his gun - would shoot him the head, done; but, instead of his hand traveling to his holster, it went up to his shoulder, clicking on his radio.

“Two civs in the field, not with the crash,” he dictated clearly, his gaze scanning Tommy from head to toe as he spoke.

Two.

Tommy was about to correct him, but then abruptly stopped, words falling to silence as his mouth went from open to shut with a long sigh.

“Copy,” crackled a voice through the radio, distorted by static. The soldier waited, taking another look at Joel and Sarah, and then to his unit members, and then back to Tommy.

For a long moment, the air was filled with no talking, just the chorus of Joel’s cries, distant sirens, the hum of the engines, and the chirping cicadas - somehow still heard amongst the onslaught of all the other noises.

“Cleared for transport,” the radio voice crackled through one last time, ending the monotonous lull in action. In an instant, the support soldiers were on the move, heading back toward their truck.

“We’ve got a secured zone, about three klicks north, taking people that way. Get in the truck.”

Tommy nodded quickly, despite some reservations. His mind caught on “secured” and the logical part of him was clinging to it, knowing it was the best choice. “Okay, okay,” he mumbled lowly.

“Get him moving.” The soldier told Tommy, turning on his heels and walking away, leaving Tommy to it.

It.

Getting his brother and dead niece off the ground. Off the spot she died. Off the spot Joel’s life changed forever. Up and away, like it wasn’t the end of the fucking world, like it wasn't the end of everything.

Tommy took a deep breath, using the brief moment to gather his wits. He made a cautious step toward Joel feeling every inch of ground under his boots.

"Joel," Tommy practically whispered, bending down beside his brother. He gently laid a hand on Joel's shoulder, squeezing slightly, trying to convey support and urgency in one touch. "Joel, we have to go.”

Joel's entire frame trembled under Tommy's grip, but he didn’t respond. His face was buried in Sarah's curly hair, his arms clutching her tightly to his chest, hands scrambling to keep Tommy’s shirt wrapped over her. His breaths were ragged, each one sounding like it was tearing its way out of his throat.

”Joel,” voice soft but insistent. Tommy’s heart was breaking with every word, “they’ve got a place for us, somewhere safe, we need to move now, okay? It’s time to move.”

No response. Just strangled sounds like Joel was some dying animal.

(Dying, yes, he was.)

Taking another long breath, Tommy snaked his arm from Joel’s shoulder to his back, coming more toward the side of him, positioning his own body closer to Sarah’s head. He minded the space carefully, not wanting to jostle her body as it hung in Joel’s grip.

“I know this is hard man, I know…” Tommy muttered, eyes on Sarah for a moment, as his hand rubbed tenderly in soft circles. He could feel tears forming in his own eyes again, his nose itching as his jaw began to quiver.

He wasn’t sure why it hadn’t caught him up before, but Sarah’s open eyes suddenly seemed to be bearing into his soul. Deep big brown eyes.

He used to tease her with that song - Brown-Eyed Girl. Make her scream the “sha-la-la’s” with him while all the windows were down in the pickup. Hair flying, music blaring, big smiles everywhere.

He sniffed back tears as a particularly loud ring of a police siren echoed somewhere close, calling him back to attention. He looked around, momentarily dazed the last few moments, feeling almost fuzzy. The soldiers were a few paces out, looking less than enthused, borderline irritated - impatient.

Tommy wiped his hand down his face, trying to clear the flood of somber emotions. They both couldn’t go off into a haze, someone had to stay present.

He could hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he tore his gaze away from the transport and back to his family. Swallowing, he removed his hand from Joel’s back and brought it to his face, his other hand doing the same, and then gently moved it away from Sarah to meet his gaze. Although their eyes met each other, Tommy still couldn’t tell if Joel was seeing him. Or listening.

“We are going. Get. Up.” Tommy said sternly.

A zoom of a helicopter overhead had Tommy pulling his shoulders up to his ears instinctively, head wanting to turn up to follow the sound, but he couldn’t. He was cradling his brother's face in his hands - he couldn’t get lost in the commotion. He had to stay with Joel. Joel had to stay with him.

“Get a move on!” One of the soldiers yelled over the increasing sounds whirling in the air. He didn’t have to say it, Tommy knew.

He was trying.

“Joel, it’s-”

Another helicopter rushed above drowning out Tommy’s voice, low enough that wind picked around them, grass blowing, hair swept up.

Gritting his teeth, he began again: “You’ve got to listen to me. It’s time to move. We can’t stay here. They’re going to take us out of here.”

When his eyes darted around Joel’s face, it was then that he noticed his own hands were shaking, the quivers jostling Joel’s head. Tommy couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline or if was unintentionally doing so out of frustration.

It didn’t matter much either way.

Joel’s eyes looked through him, red and puffy. Unblinking. He was practically as unresponsive as Sarah now.

“Let’s go!” Their transport called aggressively, the command punctuated by the sound of a spread of heavy gunfire, too close for comfort, but not immediately a threat. Still, it made a wave of goosebumps travel up Tommy’s spine as a distinct ringing started filling his ears.

The tunnel vision was incoming, he could feel it. If they stayed out here like this for much longer he wasn’t sure he could stay here. He screwed his eyes shut, and then forcefully opened them, recentering.

Joel. Sarah. Out.

Get them out.

Tommy’s grip tightened, fingers pushing into Joel’s skin as he firmly shook his head, exasperation bursting through his otherwise calm demeanor.

“Joel!,” he said sternly, desperately.

“You need to get up now. We are going. We are fucking going.”

His chest was heaving, anger and frustration and overwhelming sadness mixing with a new wave of adrenaline - adrenaline that felt disgustingly similar to the type he would carry in his body day after day, years ago. Adrenaline that kept him fighting on the frontlines, evading gunfire, extinguishing hostiles, and dragging his battle buddies across the ground to safety.

He never left a man behind. He wasn’t going to make Joel the first. He didn’t want to drag him - drag Sarah - but Jesus fuck if Joel didn't start moving soon he would do it.

Thankfully, that wouldn’t be the case.

With a slow solemn blink from Joel, Tommy released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and then released his hands too. He slid them down to Joel’s shoulders’ giving him a little pat of encouragement for him to continue to break out of his grief-induced trance.

“Just gotta move brother, that’s all,” he whispered with a flicker of hope that Joel was truly finally, responding.

Joel’s eyes flicked back down to Sarah before giving Tommy a long slow nod and dragging in an equally long breath. He shifted in his spot, right arm looping under Sarah’s knees, left hand coming to her head to press it against his chest, as he shakily rose from the ground with her, his own knees buckling.

She wasn’t heavy by any means, but the weight of his sorrow threatened to bring him right back down. Joel swayed for a second, feet crunching in the grass as the sought a steady stance. His eyes were hollow, but at least he was standing. There was progress.

The shirt Tommy had lent melted off Sarah’s form, landing in a heap at Joel’s feet. He watched it fall listlessly before his gaze refocused back on the now pair. Uncovered once more, he was reminded just how much blood a body can hold - fuck.

Taking a breath, Tommy muttered a soft, “Alright,” with a curt nod, scooping his rifle from the ground before placing a hand gently at Joel’s elbow ushering him toward the trucks.

The trio barely got more than two steps before the lead soldier was loudly barking at them from a yard away, shaking his head.

“Just two. You two. You can’t take her.”

He should have seen this coming, heard him speak it over the radio for godsakes, but still, it landed like a punch in the gut. It hit Joel hard too - automatically crumpling down with his baby girl in his arms.

Tommy tried to keep him upright, but the flimsy grasp on only one of Joel’s arms did little.

Joel was back on the ground, staring at his child, wiping gently at her face.

Tommy looked at Joel and then back to the soldiers, and then once again found himself kneeling in front of his brother.

Surprisingly, Joel was the first to speak this time.

“Ain’t leaving her Tommy. Can’t -“

“-I know, I know but….it’s time….we’ll…we’ll come back.“

Tommy hated the words coming out of his mouth, hated what he was suggesting, but he found himself saying it nonetheless. He knew if they left now, they weren’t coming back. His heart sank to the ground.

Joel shook his head, a new wave of tears pouring down his face, he knew it too and he wasn’t going to ever let that become a reality.

“I’ve got her, go… I ain’t going,” Joel said choppily, words getting caught in his throat.

“Please Joel,” he begged- practically whined -tugging at Joel’s arm in a futile attempt to make him budge. It came out almost childlike, the sound reminiscent of when he would press Joel to go play catch in the yard or ride their bikes together.

He just needed his big brother to listen.

“Uh-uh,” Joel mumbled, heading falling atop Sarah’s once more, smushing his cheek into her hair, head turned away from Tommy defiantly.

“You coming or what?” The soldier yelled again as he began walking back toward Tommy and Joel, clearly in no mood to be dealing with them any longer. “Don’t got all night,” he added, coming to a halt just above the pair, practically hovering.

Tommy looked up and gave him a nod.

“I know, I know….he’s just…he ain’t…” His voice trailed off, weighed down by an overwhelming desperation and a bit of hopelessness.

He knew Joel wasn’t going to move, not without his baby.

Tommy had been prepared to move them both, drag them all the way to the truck, and chuck them inside, but hell, ripping his brother away from his child? That was an entirely different task - almost inconceivable.

His eyes came back to Joel and Sarah.

Sarah - a dainty little thing under Joel’s rigid form. She was small, and seemed even smaller now - it wasn’t going to be that much of a difference in two bodies versus three.

Shaking his head, he looked back up, anxiety and hopelessness plastering his face. Although a proud man, begging wasn’t beneath him. Not today.

“Can ya’ just let him take her, she won’t take up room - please - he’s gonna, he’ll hold her,” he pleaded, hoping that maybe this was all just about the physical space and not anything else.

“Two, that’s it,” he said loudly over the roar of another helicopter, holding up his pointer and middle finger to Tommy to reiterate.

Two.

It rolled around in his brain, as his shoulders slumped and his head dipped down.

Two.

His eyes bore into the ground as he brushed his hand back and forth against the barrel of his rifle.

Two.

Tommy couldn’t lose them both.

“I’ll stay…I’ll stay, he needs- he won’t get outta here without ya’ll. Two - take them,” Tommy begged and bargained, pulling at Joel’s arm again in an effort to get him to stand. Joel barely moved, but Tommy knew they were pressed for time and rose to stand without him.

Two.

Locking eyes with the soldier, suddenly filled with more certainty than he'd felt in a long time, “There’s your two,” he implored, his voice teetering on the edge of a shout. “Take ‘em, please. Take’em,” the last words almost cracking with emotion.

But it was a non-issue.

The soldier's expression remained stony, though there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

“No.”

“Are you serious man? Two you said two!” Tommy spat, his face reddening with a mixture of anger and desperation. His hand gripped his rifle that hung low, knuckles going white.

The subtle action wasn’t lost on the soldier whose own hand went to his holster, resting it there as a caution.

“Ain’t cleared for casualties,” the soldier declared, his voice a rumbling growl that resonated with authority, clearly trying to remind Tommy who held the power right now.

“Bullshit,” Tommy snapped back, his voice shaking with fury.

“Protocol.” The simple reply was firm, given with a definitive shake of the head, allowing little room for argument.

Tommy's eyes darted from the soldier to Joel and Sarah, his heart aching, gut tugging with an urge to fight him - maybe even pummel into the ground if that's what it took. He squeezed his fist tight, pushing his emotions there.

“Come on man….just say she’s wounded, died in the back on the way…”

His voice quivered, his words a plea rather than a demand.

The soldier looked at Tommy, his gaze cold. “Walking wounded or better, that’s all we’re cleared for. Don’t like it, don’t come."

As if on que, two long drags of the truck horn echoed through to them, the solider with Tommy turning over his shoulder toward the sound He gave a little shake of his head before thrusting his hand up into the air, finger swooping around to tell the rest of his crew it was time to go.

Tommy's breath hitched, tears threatening to spill, eyes wide in fear that he was suddenly about to lose the only real chance of keeping his brother safe.

“No no no just wait, I’ll get him,” he quickly said, hastily dropping to his knees in front of Joel, painfully, and quickly, coming to the realization of what was going to have to happen next.

The very thought of leaving her here was like acid, burning through every vein in his body - you’re leaving a man behind, a voice in his head rang - but he had no choice - they had no choice.

Another explosion from the wreckage of the plane crash at the far end of the field reverberated through the air, rattling the ground, cementing the stark reality that they no longer had time to wait.

Tommy's voice was almost a whisper - his own body vehemently opposed to giving the truth any power, any sound- as he pleaded, “Joel, brother, listen to me. We’re going to have to leave her for now.” He paused, choking back his tears before continuing, “I’ll…we’ll come back for her, I promise.”

He wiped at his tears quickly before snaking his hands into the practically nonexistent space between his brother and his niece, trying to find purchase around Joel’s arm, but it was glued so tight to Sarah that there was no room for Tommy’s fingers to weasel in. Gulping down, moving quickly, his hands instead found Joel’s - they were still clutching at the back of Sarah’s head, nestled in her brown curls. Pushing his own hand into her hair, Tommy found Joel’s fingers, gripped them firmly, and attempted to pry away his digits. But, Joel’s grip was relentless, leaving Tommy to bend his fingers so far back that he worried he was about to break the knuckle joint, and at the very least, certainly causing Joel some pain.

Not that Joel could really feel anything but pain anymore.

“Let go, come’on,” he all but whined, putting more force into detaching Joel from Sarah. His brother’s steadfast refusal was just making his own heart feel worse, tearing it in two from the guilt of it all - of intentionally torturing Joel.

He was, and he wasn’t.

Failing to get his hand away from Sarah, Tommy moved to Sarah herself, scooping his arms under her body, wedging them up and into Joel’s lap.

Tommy shuddered and turned his head away when his bare arms touched hers, her skin already going slightly cold.

He found a grip by some miracle on her side, but when he tried to pull Sarah close to him, the once stony Joel was reacting instantaneously, more alert than he had been.

“No!” He growled, almost a snarl, as he forcefully twisted his whole body to the side, Sarah in tow, ripping her away from Tommy’s hold.

Joel’s wide eyes bore into him, nostrilled flared like he was about to rip Tommy’s head off, before suddenly the death stare flickered out when his gaze fell away and went back down to his daughter, all within just seconds.

“You’ve got a minute, you can’t get him to come, that’s it,” the soldier informed Tommy, still hovering a few paces away, waiting for the brothers. They had done a service in stopping, but now this had gone on entirely too long.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy mutters under his breath entirely exacerbated. He has literally faced rocket launchers and that wasn’t this hard. “I can get through to him. Just give me a moment,” he yelled to the soldier who was getting further and further away by the second. “Please!,” he yelled, tugging at Joel with all his strength, “…please,” he said in defeat again - to Joel, to the solider, to the goddamn fucking universe.

His every muscle strained as he pulled at Joel's arm, grip slipping against sweaty skin and clammy hands. His feet dug into the grass for leverage.

“Joel brother, please, I know - I know…we can’t leave her here, but we have to. Okay?”

Tommy’s eyes flicked to the caravan - the soldiers huddled together talking, their eyes flicking back to him as well. He couldn’t remember a time when his heart thumped this forcefully in his chest, when he was this hopelessly desperate. Even in the theater of war, under showers of gunfire, he had been more steady than he was now.

“I can get through to him,” Tommy whispered, entirely to himself, before moving his sweaty hands to Joel��s pant leg, tugging at the fabric in a frantic effort to find a firm grip somewhere.

Another loud boom rang through the air, some explosion somewhere. The whole world seemed to be falling apart around them, dark night turning orange with flames on the horizon on all sides.

“….It ain’t safe. Sarah would want this, she would want us to go, be safe,” he entreated as he pulled heartily with a gruff, making Joel skid just inches on the ground, but being largely unsuccessfully in moving him otherwise.

For better or worse, mercy was taken on the Miller brothers then.

Invested in Joel, Tommy had become completely unaware of the encroaching military, to the now several soldiers surrounding them. Hands wrapped around his biceps, and Tommy’s body tensed, head suddenly snapping around to see who was grabbing him. There was almost no time to process it all after that- the tugging, the dragging, the thrashing.

Tommy was being wrenched away further and further from his brother by the second, dragged backward. He dug the heels of his boots into the earth, scraping through the grass, trying to slow the soldier's pace.

“Get the fuck off me!” he spat, struggling to break free. But the soldiers held fast, their grip firm and unyielding, contorting and holding his arms in a way that made his muscles burn. His jeans roughly scrapped across the ground, his white undershirt turning brown by the dirt. If he had still been wearing his overshirt, it would sure been ripped by now from his struggle.

“What are y-,” Tommy began, eyes going wide as he craned his neck up to keep Joel in his sights, not wanting to lose him for even a second.

No no no no.

His heart bottomed out.

“JOEL! JOEL!”

The remaining soldiers encircled his brother, side arms being ominously pulled from holsters as they stared him down. Through the spaces of their legs, Tommy could just make out Joel - still fiercely gripping his daughter, eyes looking anywhere but up at the men.

After everything, he was still going to lose them both. He never should have trusted them, never should have agreed to leave.

“You motherfuckers… let me the fuck go,” he screamed, gutterly, just as the reached the back of the van and aggressively pulled Tommy to his feet.

He tried to dart forward back to Joel, but it was no use, the soldiers immediately moving in an almost calculated formation to restrain and hold him back.

“We’re trying to help you!” The soldier at his back said into his ear, still roughly manhandling his arms, forcing his shoulder blades to squeeze together as his wrists were pulled down behind him, keeping his arms in my place.

Tommy watched as the three soldiers with Joel leaned down, and grabbed at him. One placing firm hands on his shoulders, the other two going to his arms, ripping them away. They smashed the butts of their handguns into Joel’s arms, hoping that would cause enough pain for him to instinctively loosen his hold. It seemed to do just the opposite, with Joel tucking himself more around his daughter and holding tighter, eyes screwed closed. Their efforts continued, with their hands, but the guns still were being held, and the pieces hit senselessly against Sarah as their efforts continued- a fact that made Tommy’s stomach particularly roll.

One arm came free, and then the other, and Joel was yelling. Fighting. Screaming.

Of all the things tonight to bear, somehow Joel’s screams then we’re the worst. Not even really conceivable words, just sounds. Desperate, painful, infuriated shrieks and howls.

Sarah’s body was left behind with little reverence, falling to the ground in a heap when she was out of Joel’s secure grip. Her head dropped facing down into the grass, body turning back to Mother Earth.

Tommy gagged, the sights and sounds viscerally making him sick, a small bit of vomit purging from his throat and into his mouth. He swallowed it down quickly.

There wasn’t much of a fight as the soldiers wrestled Joel away. It was three against one, but Joel fought nonetheless - elbows being thrown, fists flailing, feet kicking, quite literally clawing his way back to his child. His nails dug into the ground as he was pulled, scrapping against the fabric of pants and jackets trying to get away from the three men. Every time he made any sort of progress or got even the slightest bit of an upper hand, Joel was taken back down, dragged, and pushed away again and again.

Tommy pushed and pulled against his own soldiers’ grip as the others began to get particularly aggressive with Joel, coming just feet away from the transport truck. His eyes anxiously darted around the tumultuous scene. It was abundantly clear they were hurting him- mentally, physically, emotionally - and Tommy knew it was his fault.

He wanted this to some degree.

Tommy found himself calling out to Joel without much force, voice cracking: “Joel. Joel…brother…” The words trailed away as his heart and mind came at odds, grappling with who he wanted to stop more, his brother or the soldiers.

For a moment he couldn’t pick a side. But then he had to.

It happened quickly. An elbow to the groin, a falling soldier, a stolen gun.

Joel raised the weapon up, taking a large step back and free as all the other soldiers immediately raised their own guns at him. It only took Tommy a second longer to react as well, jutting his head back, nailing the soldier in the face holding his arms, and stealing his sidearm in one fell swoop.

His side would always be his brother’s.

“Okay okay, let’s just take a second alright,” Tommy said, trying to bring down the extremely fragile tension. He gulped down, trying to make his own demeanor shift to as nonthreatening as possible. He didn't need this to go sideways now.

Despite everything else happening in the world around them, the only thing that really could be heard was the constant hum of the trucks and their own heavy breaths - every single person on edge with weapons raised at the ready.

One move could see anyone’s head blown straight off.

Joel took another step back, and a soldier's grip twitched, pushing Tommy to react as well, training his gun on them.

“Hey whoa. Don’t you dare,” he said sternly. “He ain’t doing anything.”

Joel continued to take large steps back, gun raised, eyes glued on the people trying to rip him away from his baby. His Sarah. Everyone’s eyes cascaded around the ring of guns, trying to discern what moves to make. What moves they should take in a situation like this.

“I’m not leaving her,” Joel mumbled, as his eyes softened, hand and arm going lax. The stolen gun dropped down to the ground with a muffled thump as he took another step back, shoulders drooping body neck falling just a bit, the weight of grief overtaking him again, suddenly back into a desolate trance.

He turned his back on the group and walked toward his discarded daughter.

Cautiously, Tommy followed, slowly moving after Joel, sidestepping along to keep both his brother and the military in his sights, moving his head back and forth as he walked.

His heart was beating faster in his chest the closer he got to Joel, hands growing sweatier against the cool metal of the firearm. He let out a long exhale as they got closer to Sarah and further from the men that had almost provided them safety, but it wasn’t a breath of relief.

Tommy’s eyes briefly found Sarah’s bloody form and dread rolled through his body from head to toe.

With a fleeting look at the soldiers, then at Joel, he acted swiftly without hesitation, jamming the butt of the gun against the back of Joel's head, rendering him instantly unconscious.

His side would always be his brother’s.

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Back in the lead-up to the First Gulf War (1990-1991), for example, another member of the Bush dynasty, President George H. W. Bush, invoked the “new world order”, in his address to Congress on September 11, 1990: Out of these troubled times, our fifth objective — a new world order — can emerge: a new era — freer from the threat of terror, stronger in the pursuit of justice, and more secure in the quest for peace. An era in which the nations of the world – East and West, North and South – can prosper and live in harmony. A hundred generations have searched for this elusive path to peace, while a thousand wars raged across the span of human endeavor. And today that new world is struggling to be born, a world quite different from the one we’ve known. A world where the rule of law supplants the rule of the jungle. A world in which nations recognize the shared responsibility for freedom and justice. A world where the strong respect the rights of the weak (emphasis added).

Witness U.S. Pres. George H.W. Bush addressing Congress after Iraq's invasion of Kuwait

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The term “new world order” as a name applying to a new socialist world government can be traced back at least as far as 1845, to the book The Holy Family by Karl Marx and Frederick Engels. Amusingly enough, it was attributed to someone on President George H.W. Bush’s staff back in 1990, when Bush turned a lot of heads by endorsing the creation of the “New World Order” and affirming the UN’s key role in it. - How Biden’s Latest “New World Order” Remark Affects You (By Larry Greenly in thenewamerican.com, March 2022)

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