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About Bob Boren

I'm just a guy living the dream in Redondo Beach, CA. After putting in 30+ years at a large aerospace company, I am now retired, and can do what I'm interested in. My main interests are writing and music. I'm a cellist and play with local amateur Symphonies and Theater groups. I've also got the urge to wander with my lovely wife Laura. This blog is going to be mainly about our travels via RV and other means. I'm sure I'll flesh this out more as time goes on.

Bugout Part 30 – Double Agents

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:


Cynthia stood outside the gate, in a daze, crying out to be let in.

“Look at that dress. It’s not hanging right,” Jane said, as she walked over to Frank.

“Major Hobbs, that woman has a suicide bomber’s vest on under that dress,” shouted Private Jones.

“Let me in, please!” cried Cynthia. She started to lift her hands, but one of them stopped at about waist level.

“There’s the detonator,” Jerry said, pointing. Then there was a loud shot, and Cynthia’s hand exploded, flesh and blood and black plastic and metal flying everywhere. She fell to her knees and cried.

“Who shot?” asked Major Hobbs.

“Jeb,” Frank said. “What do we do now?”

“Sometimes those vests are booby trapped….you try to take them off, and kaboom,” Jerry said.

“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” the Major said. He was thinking, trying to shut everything else out.

“What if we just…

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Bugout Part 29 – Ambush!


Another Chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:


The Humvee drove up to the front of the park. Hilda ran down the stairs and over to the gate to meet them and let them in. She looked inside. It was just the Major, one of the privates, and somebody laying down in the back.

“Hi,” the Major said. “Hilda, right?”

“Yes, Major. Do you have wounded?”

“Yes, my Lieutenant. Is there a doctor nearby?”

“Yes, I can get one here in just a few minutes. I’ll go call him. You can pull over by the clubhouse. We have a stretcher in there.”

“Thanks so much,” he said, and he drove forward and parked. He got out as Frank, Jerry, and Charlie came running over.

“You alright, Major Hobbs?” asked Frank.

“No, I’m not alright. We took a real beating back there,” he said.

“How badly is the Lieutenant wounded?”

“Looks like he’ll recover, but he’s lost a fair…

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Bugout Part 28 – Body Disposal


Here’s the next chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:


“Drop the guns,” the man behind them said. Jerry and Charlie looked at each other. They both put their guns down in front of them.

“Now, turn around real slow,” the man said. “Keep your hands where I can see them.” The two men slowly turned around.

Jerry looked the man over. Total redneck, old guy. He’s not going to be fast enough if I do something, he thought to himself. Then he saw some movement in the bushes. Earl.

“Hey, Jimmy, come on out,” the redneck said. “I’ve got these guys under control.”

“Why,” came a voice from behind them, by the truck. It sounded like it came from a scared teenager.

“You’ve got to make your first kill sometime,” he said. “No walking away from it this time. Get over here, boy.”

“No,” the voice said.

“Oh, crap, you’ve got to be kidding me,” the redneck said with…

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Bugout Part 27 – Guns in the Distance


Another chapter of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:


More distant gunfire. The muffled pop pop pop sound. Lucy looked towards the windows and growled.

“I can see some smoke,” Charlie said over the cellphone to Hilda. She took the phone away from her ear.

“Charlie can see some smoke.”

“Maybe we should all go up there to continue our meeting, so Charlie can be involved, and so we can see what’s going on,” Frank said.

Hilda nodded.

“Charlie, we’re coming up.”

“Great, see you in a few minutes.”

Another pop pop pop, and two more loud explosions. Then more pop pop pop. It was starting to go faster now….too fast to count.

“That’s more than just six guys shooting at a couple of militia nuts,” Jerry said.

“Yeah, there’s a fire fight going on down there,” Frank said. “I hope the Major and his men didn’t get ambushed.”

“Me too,” the Sheriff said. As they were walking towards…

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