WHAT IS
JEFFREY FORD
ON SEPT. 14TH, 2025, at precisely 6:59AM, an old US Airforce C-17 cargo plane swept down over what was left of Oklahoma City and, staying low, headed due east. Approximately twenty minutes later, by the first light of day, the plane’s navigator spotted the skeletal-like remains of an enormous, dead Hackberry tree in the middle of a field, close by a dried out stream bed. The tree coincided with his mission coordinates, and he gave the order to the load master to prepare to make the drop—a 5,000 pound pallet. A few seconds later, the pilot circled back to the location and then a silk white blossom burst open in the sky. The payload drifted down slowly and the plane went round above. The drop was spot on target, so close to the tree that part of its parachute tangled in the branches. After the successful delivery, the aircraft slowly climbed to 28,000 feet and set a course back toward northern Michigan.
An hour and 13 minutes later, the sun, now fully risen, found the pallet sitting, undisturbed where it had landed. The temperature began to rise from the 90 degrees of the previous night toward the 120 it would no doubt reach that coming afternoon. An infernal breeze stirred, lifting the pervasive dust and swirling it over and around the pallet. In no time the atmosphere at ground level was thick with powdered dirt, decreasing visibility with each minute that passed. It was at this time that the radios in the hovels, huts and homes of those still living in Lincoln County crackled with the news that there had been an air drop. The last time such news had come, six months prior, there had been a dozen individuals who’d crawled or leaped out of bed to make ready for the journey. This time there were only five, and each of them noted the chilling final words of the transmission that this would be the last drop.
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