Apaches from Sakohachees

If your city wants to renovate its downtown and invigorate nightlife, then don't bring a United States Army Apache helicopter firing range to you county.  BRAC or Base Realignment and Closure sealed the fate of Fayetteville, North Carolina.  They painted it as a wonderful economic steroid shot, homosexual army generals, nuclear weapons, underground rail loading docks, field exercises, and the like.  Two decades later the proof is in the pudding.  The ruse of Covid was the final nail in the coffin.  Ending the war in Afghanistan was necessary, but it cut off the money supply.  Those ravenous military contractors dried up like dead flies, and those chosen privileged few became elite.  Fayetteville is secondary, and other than off base housing it isn't really necessary.  The plan was to make Fort Liberty self sufficient.  Shopping, entertainment, and education all on the base, but the base isn't very appealing.  There is a lot of crime, and there is a lot of death.  The deaths come in all packages.  Bacterial infections.  Training accidents.  Drug-related murders.  Like any war training facility, it feels like war.  The world's most lethal killing machine loitering in Fayetteville is a mistake, and Fort Liberty training has over-stepped its boundaries.  Robin Sage quarterly.  Operation Rolling Thunder.  Blah blah blah.  They don't need to fire a shot, because those sensor pods have their own harming effects on the human body.  Just their presence is threatening, the way they want it.  "We don't need no stinking Apaches."