Analysis Of The Movie ' Brigadier John Clayton Headed '

“Ok squad we just got word there is a small enemy outpost not far from here in the foothills, this is where most of the Taliban are staging when they attack this base. We are sending in just our squad for a quick in and out recon mission of the area," explains the Lt nodding his head rapidly.

“General, Sir. You have a small detachment of troopers from the 1st Nebraska all Volunteer Regiment who are fighting and refused to run or surrender.

John is a noble man, I am sure of it. He’s been with me ever since I arrived at camp, and stayed by my side ever since. He is aiding me in my quest of bringing some sense into our General and showing Lee to stay in line. Though I would never have thought it would turn into a duel between the 2… It started out as a simple argument between John and Lee, but when Lee insulted Washington, John challenged him to a duel. I am, of course, John’s second, while Lee called on his comrade Major Evan Edwards, brother of Washington’s surgeon Dr. Enoch Edwards. That’s how I find myself somehow waiting in Philadelphia in the blistering cold on Christmas Eve.

“No ma’am we’ll wait outside with our vehicles if it’s all the same. Captain O’Hara did tell them help would be out there no more than two hours and he would be back

He had about twenty-six days of training under his belt and he was going to get to choose what he thought would be the best people to take with him. Almost fifteen hours later, he arrived. Little did he know he had the best team already setup containing quite a few very close friends that he thought died oversea because he hadn’t heard from them. Altogether there were a total of six of them. Small but great, John thought to himself. The team was small, but had all the skills to pull this off. They had Anthony, Jones, and Cedar as snipers, Aaron specialized in bomb defense, and then there were John and Clay as specially trained foot-troops required in order to finish the job. And before they knew it, they were in action.

“But don’t you see Lieutenant? I didn’t have a choice. I don’t want to be here. I had a life all planned out. I was planning my wedding until the fucking draft notice showed up. We set the date to be next month, February 10th, and I fully intent on being alive until then.”

“Boss, you’ve never told me what we need to do. All you have implied is that this is dangerous, and if anyone sees us they will certainly shoot us. Would you tell me what we are here for?”, Deen asked.

“I’m curious, who ordered the armor to the White House? Why are they there? And why were the tank crews removed and replaced with infantry?” General Clayton was on the verge of silent insubordination.

“Yes, sir,” says the second in command wondering to himself how they would be able to take care of this mess in the timeframe the LT demanded.

General Wallace met the President at his car and escorted him into the war room. The newly appointed Secretaries of Defense, Army, Navy and Air Force were present as well as the senior military member for each service. Brigadier General John Clayton, special advisor to the President was also present. President Washington regardless of his current misgivings of the military trusted General Clayton and genuinely liked him. President Washington felt that no matter what, General Clayton had his back and would do what was best for the country, which in the President’s mind he had already proven as the architect of the recovery.

They exited the vehicles and headed towards the Joint Chief of Staff’s conference room, once here Colonel Clayton began to set up to give his presentation, the same one he had given a dozen times for far. The conference room was standing room only, President Washington had ordered that anyone, within reason, was welcomed at the presentation, but there would only be seating for the President, Vice President, Speaker of the House and Senate, the Joint Chiefs and what cabinet members there were. If there was any seating left after that it was open to first come first serve or you could stand but there was only so much standing room. It took Colonel Clayton ten

“Sir, you will either have to do that, or go there yourself. If you wait for them to come here they will kill you,” The assistant continued.

“You never know what we’ll encounter on the planet,” he said with a shrug. He glanced at his tablet, tapped a few times, then spoke again. “You should probably head over to your fighter. We’re about to leave.”

“I can call someone from the rebellion to come pick you up, if you want.”

“We’re going to die anyway, might as well make yours painless.” Your captor says before pulling the trigger.