Portland Aftermath

There is no real title for this group of posts. They take place immediately and up to about a month after The Portland Battle with contributions from Andrew Weitzman, Carl "Tinsel Town O'Donnel" Chisholm, and Kayko "SGT Kayko of the Wanderers" Driedger. This series of posts deal with the buns sueing for peace after the Portland Battle and the resulting evacutation of the buns from Maine. Posted by the various authors listed above during December, 1995 and early January, 1996. Each author holds copyright over their materal.

First HTML-ized by Scott Bernier April 20, 1997. Updated 21 March 2002.
© by those listed above and Scott Bernier 1995-2002.

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------------------Tightbeam Engaged---------------------

[STOMP] Avast ye, Pomerleau. Advise yer forces tha' we be wishin' tae establish a cease-fire in th' Portland Combat Zone. Me forces nae be attemptin' another attack, iffen yer Fudds be ceasin' hostilities in th' city. This agreement be conditional on yer leaving MunjoyWarren unoccupied; I be demandin' th' civilian buns o' Portland be left unmolested until our two sides be coming tae a full truce.

I ha' discussed th' situation wi' th' leaders o' the Maine buns who be under our protection. Gi'en th'...disappointment in Portland, they be willing tae order a peaceful evacuation o' their warrens. I be willing tae enact a temporary truce 'tween Fudd and bun tae accomplish this. Conditions be as follows:

* All Fudds be stoppin' their attacks.

* All warren tha' be occupied by yer forces be emptied o' human occupation. Ye may post armed groups *outside* tae ensure no hostile action be taken against yer Fudds.

* Ye grant th' remainin' BunnyMarines a beachead on th' Portland Docks. On th' Navy's part, all buns be unarmored and be working in plain view. It be up tae the Fudds tae maintain perimeter security.

* Ye be allowin' convoys, escorted by yer Fudds, tae take th' civilian buns tae our beachead.

* Th' convoys be allowed tae carry warren equipment as well as th' inhabitants. Any such devices th' Fudds ha' captured be returned. It be hard enough tae leave their warrens wi'out th' difficulties o' establishin' new ones wi' nae support.

Should ye be agreeing tae this, Devilbunny Navy transports be evacuating the Maine bun population within th' week. Our transports be flying th' Navy ensign (clipper ship on th' silhoutte o' a bunny head) so tha' ye may be assured o' our [spit] good intentions.

[narrowseyes] Should ye continue yer attacks, be advised me forces ha' placed incedniary bombs in th' building o' Portland. Ye ha' ten hours tae sign th' ceasefire...or yer town be razed tae th' ground.

Admiral Marlin

-----------------Tightbeam disengaged--------------------

Admiral Marlin wrote:

Eugene read through the tightbeam....

>------------------Tightbeam Engaged---------------------

> [STOMP] Avast ye, Pomerleau. Advise yer forces tha' we be wishin'tae
>establish a cease-fire in th' Portland Combat Zone. Me forces nae be

Eugene raised an eyebrow. *The buns were surrendering?* He read on.

***Reply Tightbeam engaged***

You are in NO position to be putting-up demands, fluffah. We will gladly "vacate" Munjoywarren, or what's left of it. Like every othah military target we have attacked, there isn't much of anything left for you to recovah. It was vacated soon after I had sent you my original demands. The buns at each warren did a thorough job of destroying their equipment before we could put it to use with the exception of Munjoywarren. The last bun there who sent you my "request" at axe point successfully destroyed the equipment before we could stop him. It is "sad" that so many buns had to die before you agreed to my "request".

As for civilians, we have yet to attack a civilian warren. That [glare] is not my normal way, nor those who are undah my command.

> Should ye be agreeing tae this, Devilbunny Navy transports be
>evacuating the Maine bun population within th' week. Our transports be
>flying th' Navy ensign (clipper ship on th' silhoutte o' a bunny head) so
>tha' ye may be assured o' our [spit] good intentions.

> [narrowseyes] Should ye continue yer attacks, be advised me forces ha'
>placed incedniary bombs in th' building o' Portland. Ye ha' ten hours
>tae sign th' ceasefire...or yer town be razed tae th' ground.

&#$%*(^#&*@^$&*#&*$^&*END CARRIER

Eugene paused as he hit the interrupt button on the tightbeam. A private whispered into his ear: "Sir, it's no bluff. We've diffused two bombs, but theh'ah countless othahs. We are concentrating on wooden buildings. Theeya ah enough bombs out theeya to make the blaze in 1876 look like a campfire, despite all the brick buildings."

"DAMN!" Eugene went to reengage the tightbeam.

RESUME TRANSMISSION*(&#*%$(#*$^*(&Blasted [pig-13] Intel computer!

Be it known that no one under my command is occupying any Maine warren at this time, Admiral. All military warrens that have come undah our attack were destroyed, INCLUDING your Munjoywarren. Rest assured that the buns at each warren fought with valoh to the last.

Othah than that, Admiral, I accept your terms, provided youkeep youh end of the agreement. [cracksknucckles] BUT, if theeya is any deception on youh paht or the paht of youh buns, the deal is off. ALSO, if so much as one chimney fire occurs in one of your booby-trapped buildings, the only thing you will be removing from Maine soil shall be [glares at screen] bunny corpses.

Sergeant Eugene Pomerleau, Maine Fudd Volunteers
***END TIGHTBEAM***

*****WIDEBEAM TO ALL FUDDS*****
*****BUNNYSTUMPER DELUXE ACTIVATED*****

This is Sergeant Pomerleau of the Maine Fudd Volunteers. We have just turned back an attempt to take over Portland, Maine by the Bunny Marines. We repelled approximately 200 of the Admiral's "best" augmented by local buns. But the price was heavy. I am down to 38 men and women out of 180. Admiral Marlin has called for a cease fire to pull-out all buns in southern Maine. I have agreed to the terms, but it could be a trap. I need reinforcements to insure that the fluffer keeps his end of the bargain. We can not withstand another assault like the one we turned back.

SGT Eugene Pomerleau, Maine Fudd Volunteers
*****END WIDEBEAM AND ENCRYPTION*****

*****TIGHTBEAM TO COL. OULLETTE*****
*****BUNNYSTUMPER DELUXE ACTIVATED*****
Sir!

You have seen the "public" report. I have 120 dead, 22 wounded and 20 missing. Major Blake is among the wounded. His neck has been broken and he is in a coma. The doctors here aren't sure whether he shall pull through or not.

We have apparently won if I'm reading Admiral Marlin's cease-fire terms properly. All buns will withdraw from southern Maine. I have enclosed a copy of the original tightbeam for you to review.

If you have any further instructions, you know where I will be.

[ENCLOSURES]

SGT Eugene Pomerleau
*****END TIGHTBEAM AND ENCRYPTION*****

From: Carl "Tinsel Town O'Donnel" Chisholm
Newsgroups: alt.devilbunnies
Subject: Re: WIDEBEAM TO ALL FUDDS
Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:34:29 GMT

*****WIDEBEAM ALL FUDDS*****
*****BUNNYSTUMPER DELUXE ACTIVATED*****

Sergant, sir! {salute} Pvt. O'Donnel here, currently at NoCo. There are several of us here who have just graduated from Fudd Basic and will soon recive our assignments. If you do need help, our small group will request to be temporarly assigned to assist you before going on to our normal posts. There aren't many of us (only 5), but from your report, it looks like you need all the help you can get. Just thought I'd offer what I could , sir.

*****END WIDEBEAM AND ENCRYPTION*****

[Calin ShadowDancer!Lenoard        ]All comments can go to 
[Kender            !"TinselTown"   ]chisholm@buffnet.net
[Wandering Trouble !O'Donnel       ]All flames can go to 
[Maker & Party Nut !Pvt, Army of Fudd   ]president@whitehouse.gov

*****BUNNYSTUMPER DELUXE ACTIVATED*****
*****RETURN TIGHTBEAM TO PVT O'DONNEL*****

Congratulations to you and your fellow graduates, Private. We welcome all the help we can get. Be forwarned that this is may not be an easy assignment. The Bunny Marines are the meanest and toughest devilbunnies around. This assignment entails a peace keeping mission in which you and your fellow graduates will be observers, watching the devilbunnies vacate Maine and keep to their end of the cease-fire agreement. If that agreement is broken by either side, there will be a major blood bath and none of you may live to see your next assignment.

If you are still willing to come up to Maine, you will be welcomed. I will prepare your transfer papers immediately for forwarding upon your reply to this message.

SGT Eugene Pomerleau, Maine Fudd Volunteers
*****END TIGHTBEAM AND ENCRYPTION*****

From: Sgt. Kayko, Cynthia Base
Subject: Re: WIDEBEAM TO ALL FUDDS
Date: 5 Dec 1995 04:09:56 GMT

Eugene \"Moxie Man\" Pomerleau writes:
> *****WIDEBEAM TO ALL FUDDS*****
> *****BUNNYSTUMPER DELUXE ACTIVATED*****
*****TIGHTBEAM TO SGT POMERLEAU******
> This is Sergeant Pomerleau of the Maine Fudd Volunteers.

Sergeant! <salute>

> We have just turned back an attempt to take over Portland, Maine

Congratulations!

> Admiral Marlin has called for a cease fire to pull-out all buns
> in southern Maine. I have agreed to the terms, but it could be a trap.

I agree.

> I need reinforcements to insure
> that the fluffer keeps his end of the bargain.

The Wanderers would be happy to assist you, as right now there is little in the way of battle in our neck of the woods. I can send our chopper over your way, if you would like. It can carry five people and is equipped with HVE and BU tanks for aerial assault. (Not to mention the lovely PA system it has. ) It is quite silent and may be able to watch the bunny retreat from the air.

If we can be of any use to us, please respond via tightbeam. Our chopper isn't generally known about, and we'd like to keep it that way.

Good luck, sir!
Sgt. Kayko
********END TIGHTBEAM AND DISENGAGE******

From: adbguy@aol.com (ADB GUY--Tinsel Town O'Donnel)

"Maxwell, Jacob, Private."
"Here SIR!"
"O'Donnel, Leonard, Private"
"HERE SIR!"
"Alright that's everyone. Now that that's over with, welcome to Maine!"

TinselTown smiled. His first real assignment. In a major combat zone no less. He remembered the look on Sergeant Phillips' face when the five of them had requested to be temporarily assigned to Maine had been priceless. But the five brand-new privates had been shipped from Colorado to Maine none the less.

"Your mission here is not for fighting, but to watch the buns and keep the peace. Do not attack any buns unless attacked first or ordered to."

No surprises there. They had spent most of the cross-country bus trip studying up on the situation. Now they wanted to get out there and do something. Even if they couldn't fight the buns.

"Corpral Demarseles, give these boys a quick look around and then give 'em their uniforms."

The corpral gave the five a quick tour of the area. There wasn't much worth noting. There wasn't much of anything after the intense fighting that had gone on in the area. There was even still some Spam ™ on the ground from the naval barrage. The five soon were in their temporary bunks, a pair of rooms in a motel nearby. They were quickly changing into the Maine Fudd Militia uniforms. They were mostly flannel, and a little itchy. An hour later, they were on their first patrol near the waterfront.

Docked in one of the many piers that were placed in this marina, there was a medium-sized fishing boat, indiscreet save a strange looking flag that flew on it. The flag of the Devilbunny navy. The transport Sea Urchin was standing ready to receive it's passengers. Not milbuns, but civilians. The former occupants of Bethel Warren were being shipped out in the next two hours aboard it. The five privates from NoCo and a local corpral by the name of Lare were to watch the withdrawal.

It was 11:32 when the buns started coming across the dock. There were around 60 of them, all children, elderly, and a few mothers. It was easy to see the hate in their eyes when they looked at the Fudds standing there. Daryll took a sharp breath in when a grizzled old bun, apparently a retired military veteran, looked into his eyes with a feeling that can only be described as total, uncompromising loathing. It was clear that these civilians had lost many relatives and friends in the pitched battle. And they weren't happy about it. A kit cried a little, but the mother hushed it without even looking, as though taking her eyes off the Fudds for a moment meant her death.

The Sea Urchin let down it's gangplank, and slowly the refugees boarded. The Fudds there couldn't help but feel their hearts sink at the gloomy, almost mourning, procession boarded the boat. As the last one boarded, the gangplank was raised by a pair of ratingbuns who eyed the Fudds warily. Then they disappeared into the hold, and the ship cast away into the waters, bound for parts unknown.

From: Carl "Tinsel Town O'Donnel" Chisholm

The dirt room was soaked in blood. At least, that's what it looked like. The red-lensed flashlight shone around the room, looking for any remaining buns. It was *very* uncomfortable in the warren, as it hadn't been made for humans. TinselTown, the smallest Fudd in his squad, and one of the smallest in Maine, was doing tunnelrat duty in the civilian warren. Squirrels were cleaning out most of them, but it was needed to check all the warrens as quickly as possible.

Inside those cramped tunnels, TinselTown was alone save a radio headset, a survival knife, a small 9mm pistol, and that red flashlight on a headband to light his way. He squirmed slowly down the tunnels like a snake, unable to use his arms or legs effectively. The headset came to life, low and only in one ear. It wasn't even encrypted.

"How are you doin' down there Tinsel?"

"Remind me not to take my next vacation in here, OK? I've swept all the rooms in the north and east sections. I'm heading to check the south area, then we can collapse this thing."

Slowly, inch by inch of tunnel was checked for remaining buns. Even though they were going to collapse the warren later, they had to check for anything and anybun remaining inside. Who knows? There could be something important down here. It took more than an hour for the remaining parts of the warren to be checked. Nothing anywhere in it. A little time lost, but they could be sure that there wasn't anything left in here.

As TinselTown used one of the small rooms to change direction in, he noticed that it was actually larger than he had originally thought. In fact, it was huge. For the first time in hours, he stood up. The room was just around five feet high, so even though he could stand, he was hunched over slightly. It was not even a room, more of a tunnel leading roughly ten feet to the west before turning to the north. This was something worth reporting. TinselTown didn't take any chances and engaged BunnyStumper.

----------------BunnyStumper Deluxe Activated--------------

"O'Donnel to Lare. I think I've found something worth note. I'm in the west part of the warren, in what's marked as room #W23. I've located an extension off of it. It's around five feet high, and goes roughly west for ten feet, then turns right. I'm proceeding to investigate."

"Tinsel, careful in there. The size of that tunnel suggests that you may have something more...large and deadly to deal with in there. Possibly some Armored buns or heavier weapons. We'll continue to monitor this channel."

The private steadied his grip on the knife and the pistol. In a crouch, he snuck forward to the corner. He stopped and listened. Not a sound. Mentally, he counted to three. The Fudd spun around the corner, dropping to the floor at the same time.

Looking down the tunnel at floor level, he could see himself face-to-face with the legs of three people in pink armor. It took him a moment to realize he was looking at three armored buns, and what was going to be his death. Knowing he was going to die now no matter what he did, TinselTown pulled himself up into a kneel and fired the pistol point-blank into the first bun's chest. The soldier, to surprised to react, dropped backwards, hopefully dead. The second and third buns also appeared so shocked by the sudden attack that they didn't react. Two more shots rang out, and the other two buns dropped. Again the radio flared.

-----------------BunnyStumper Deluxe Activated--------------

"Tinsel! What the [PiG-13] was that? Respond!"

"I turned the corner and ran into a greeting party. Three armored buns. I took them by surprise, and it looks like that armor wasn't very bullet proof."

"TT, I want you to check those suits of armor carefully. Is there anyone in them?"

------------------Encryption ended--------------------------

TinselTown bent over and pried open one of the suits with the knife. It was completely empty. He felt like such an idiot.

"Lare, I hate it when you're right."

But this mean that he was in serious trouble if there was anybun further along, as there was no way they could have missed those gunshots in this small area. But someone had to check this out, so on he went.

The tunnel extended for about twenty feet further. taking slight twists and turns along the way to stop vision from working more than a foot or two ahead, and leaving several opportunities for ambush. But none came. The tunnel ended in a small room, once the warren's computer lab.

Everything on all the computers were deleted, except for an annoying screen saver that placed a Kyoooooot pink bunny in a field of flowers saying "We're not here right now, but if you leave your toes, we'll be back to eat them as soon as we destroy all you Fudds." [PiG-13] buns.

It took some work, but an hour after TinselTown crawled out of the tunnel, the warren had been collapsed by the team of Corpral Lare, TinselTown, and Daryll with the help of a 'borrowed' backhoe. That was the last warren they were to check, and headed back to the bivouac for some rest.

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[The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone    ]chisholm@buffnet.net 
[In the ranks of death you'll find him  ]Calin ShadowDancer
[His father's sword he has girded on,   ]'Tinseltown' O'Donnel
[And his wild harp slung behind him.    ] -by Sir Thomas Moore
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There had been no problems with the evacuation of the buns, YET. But that didn't mean there were no problems, period. Eugene had received a report that one of the new graduates from NoCO, Pvt. "Tinsel Town" O'Donnel, had got himself three bunny armor suits. Fortunately, word had not reached the buns on the incident, yet.

Bureaucrat, he was not. Though he had to try his best at paper shuffling. He had aid coming in from several sources, some of which did not wish to be acknowledged or recognized. The LuFI contingent fit right in. The mercenaries (for lack of a better term) from Silver Star Enterprises melted into the regulars easily once they had been issued standard Maine Fudd equipment. Some of the Wanderers though, stuck-out, for they insisted on carrying their meat cleavers. In total he had approximately 140 men and women to deal with.

He was now just getting to the courier packet that Sgt. Groundim had delivered when the LuFI contingent had arrived. He groaned as he read through it:

Col. Oullette, Lubbock Fudd Command

*Great,* Eugene thought, *isn't that just like the military. Pull-off a victory against near impossible odds and you wind-up in the hot seat.*

Eugene placed filed the courier packet and proceeded to go over the report from the hospital on Major Steve Blake's condition. Blake had come out of the coma that morning, but was still quite weak. He was in a neck brace and the bones were healing slowly. The doctors still did not know whether or not Blake would regain full control of his body. Where was Aldin? That squirrel could probably find a way to pull Blake out of this.

Eugene grabbed a Moxie™ , shoved the paperwork aside and headed for the door. He needed to get some air, so he decided to make some rounds, perhaps check on the troops. The buns were evacuating rapidly. The last ones to go should leave in about a week, if nothing went wrong.

By SGT Kayko

The chopper flew silently along the longest unprotected border in the world. Since leaving British Columbia, it had crossed back and forth over the border numerous times with the intention of confusing both the American and Canadian officials whose duty it was to determine on which side it belonged*. Fortunately, none of the officials knew exactly what it was they were supposed to be doing, so the small helicopter passed by unnoticed.

As it passed over Montreal, it took a southerly dip towards Portland, Maine. The woman inside the helicopter looked at a map of Maine.

"Do you know how many Portlands there *are* in the United States?!" she demanded of the pilot. "It's ridiculous. How would the Americans like it if we had a Chicoutimi in every province? Or a Saskatoon?" She snorted indignantly and folded up the map. Properly.

After a while, the helicopter came to a stop, hovering over Portland's harbour. Workers happening to glance up saw only a chopper of nondescript description watching the activities on the docks. That the occupants of the airborne vehicle happened to focus their attention on one particular vessel bearing the insignia of the Devilbunny Navy was of no importance to them, especially since they had no clue what the Devilbunny Navy was, nor were they particularly interested. Maybe they were doing filming for that movie that was being done.

Sgt. Kayko looked at her laptop which was currently displaying the latest information sent to her by Sgt. Pomerleau about the devilbunny retreat. As far as she could tell, the rabbits were all pulling out. The fact that she had to watch the fluffers withdraw peacefully, instead of going down there and smashing their brains out gnawed at her nerves. She didn't trust a single one of them. However, this wasn't her operation, and she knew how Pomerleau's CO's would be less than impressed if she so much as touched a whisker on any rabbit's head. She gritted her teeth instead, and gestured to the pilot again.

The MacDonald-Douglas 520N with..er..modifications made a brief excursion around the city and returned to the harbour. It lingered there for a few minutes, and then turned around returned to the north.

Eugene was making the rounds outside the command tent in Northern Portland. As he approached a jeep, a private ran-up to him wielding a small stack of paper. *Spirit! I can't get away from the paperwork for 5 minutes!* The private handed Eugene the stack, saluted and left. He quickly went through the stack. Very little of it was Army of Fudd material. Mater of fact, the Wall Street Journal was on top of the stack with two articles highlighted:

SNAPPLE REPORTS RECORD LOSSES FOR THIRD STRAIGHT QUARTER.....A spokesperson for Quaker Oates confirmed that Snapple Beverages lost another $17 million during the third quarter of 1995 and projected that the downward spiral may not bottom-out until next summer. On Wall Street, Quaker Oates stock fell another 3 points as a result of this confirmation. The spokesperson refused to answer allegations of missing funds at the Snapple Headquarters. A sum of $10,000 is reported to have vanished in the past week from company accounts.

MONARCH FOODS, INC. REPORTS RECORD PROFITS.... , a spokesperson for Monarch Foods, INC. reported a record profit of $15 million during the first three quarters of 1995. Monarch credits this not just to their huge institutional food line, but to the surprising come-back of their subsidy, Moxie, INC. The soft drink, which is currently only available in limited regions of the country, was once the nation's number one soft drink. This year, Moxie opened its first bottling plant in decades outside of the Northeast. The new plant in Fort Collins is producing 10 million gallons of Moxie a month. Monarch announced plans to reintroduce Moxie nationwide next summer.

Eugene leaped with joy. Perhaps that 10 minute promotional slot on Discovery was paying off. What other good news would he get that day? Eugene continued on his rounds.

Eugene stood on the dock along with 40 Fudds, 20 feet from the last of the devilbunnies to load-up onto the bunny naval transport. There was hatred in their eyes, all focused at him. The buns boarded the ship. The bun captain mock-saluted the Fudd.

"That's the last of them, landlubber. O' course they will return one day to reclaim what is theirs."

"And die in the process," Gene replied. "Count your blessings, Captain. With a change in command comes a change in policy. The new Fudd commander, whomever it will be has the right to review all Fudd policies and make changes as they see fit. Under Keyes, civilians were off-limits, BUT that may change." Eugene sneered, "Tell your superiors to keep that in mind as they plan their 'revenge'."

The bun Captain boarded his vessel and set sail. Eugene watched until the converted trawler cleared the first islands of Casco Bay and turned to leave the dock. An aid stepped-up to him and handed him a report. A total of 567 civilian buns had left the state via the transport ships. All warrens had been inspected afterwards and collapsed. The buns had left nothing of real value behind. Eugene signed the report and sent the aid on his way. He turned to those who were gathered there on the dock, a few of which represented each group that had made-up the "peace-keeping" force that oversaw the bun evacuation.

"This event will go down in history. Never before in the conflict against the Evil that Fluffs™ have the devilbunnies surrendered so much territory so quickly and with so little bloodshed. And this would not have been possible if none of you had stepped forward to protect humankind..." Eugene looked-up at a grey squirrel in a nearby tree branch. "and squirrelkind when the call was given. From this day forward, thanks to your efforts, Maine is Bunny-free!"

A cheer roared-up from the combined Fudd, Wanderer, and SilverStar forces.

"I, personally thank all of you for your efforts in this 'peace-keeping' mission. With the departure of the last buns, this mission is all but over. Those of you from other factions of the war, I hope this is just the first of many joint missions to come. Thank you for your service."

A portion of the crowd began to depart.

"As for you Fudds, some of you have been assigned to the last round of scouting to ensure that there are no buns hiding in Central/Southern Maine. Check with your division commanders to see if you are on one of these groups. I depart shortly to give a report in person at Lubbock Fudd Intelligence. In my absence, Sgt. Mac Groundim will be in charge. Some of you will be reassigned elsewhere before my return, you may already know who you are, I wish you luck in your next assignment. Any questions?" Eugene scanned the crowd. "Then...DISMISSED!"

As Gene turned to follow the Fudd Volunteers, he was momentarily distracted by a distant droning noise. He couldn't quite place where it was coming from, and he turned his head about a few times, before he looked up. He was just in time to see an old, battered DC-3 "ZOOOOM" overhead at a very low altitude. The plane wobbled out over the harbor at, it seemed, top throttle.

As he watched, the plane's port wing engine burst into sudden flame, and the old, battered aircraft spun out of the sky and into the Harbor. It rapidly sank from sight.

Gene considered calling the Coast Guard out to investigate again, but he had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he should just leave this alone. For some reason, he just had a feeling that this was not something he really wanted to involve himself in. Besides, there were enough witnesses around that someone else could deal with it. He had enough problems to deal with himself.

There was something about that plane that nagged at him... something he'd read on the newsgroup...

Eugene shook his head and turned away. He'd had enough of Portland for a long, long time, but he had one more stop before leaving.

The crowd broke-up and Eugene headed for the Fudd field hospital, set-up in a closed store on Congress Street. He knocked on the door to Steve Blake's room and entered. The pro-Fudd devilbunny was awake and alert in a neck-brace.

Blake perked-up upon Gene's entrance. "It's finally over."

"I hope so, but my conflict is about to start."

"Well, you have to face the music for that stunt, Gene. If I wasn't on medical-leave, I'd be kicking your butt all over this state for that stunt. You'll be grilled by Jean-Paul for this."

Gene sighed. "Do you think it matters really matters to me? We cleared them out of Maine and that's what counts as far as I'm concerned." Gene sighed again. "Look, I don't want to go through that argument twice. It's bad enough, I'm going to have to explain myself to the Colonel. At least you were here and understand why I did what I did."

Steve nodded and changed the subject. "The Doc can't believe the speed of my recovery. By the time you return, I should be able to dump this thing." (points to the brace) "And then maybe we can go up to my farm and.." (sighfluff) "I can attempt to explain things to Carolyn and the kids."

"Then I'll return as soon as I can, Steve. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Eugene departed and was on a LuFI transport plane within the hour.

Author's note: Eugene gets reprimanded by Col. Oullette and stripped of command of Maine and Blake is then assigned as the new commander of Maine Fudd Volunteers.

The crashing DC-3 was suppose to be an introduction for another story for another author. Unfortunately, real life prevented that one from being written/posted.

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