A relic of the Cold War; an echo, a whisper in the dustbin of history long forgotten by our sons and daughters, but still engaged on the front lines of the long twilight struggle for freedom…because the opposition merely changed uniforms. The game plan remains the same. “I’m still here, you bastards!” At present I am recording the movements of “those people” from a forward observation post on the banks of the Rappahannock River. Stay the hell off my lawn.