Journal entry#655

July 17th, 1968

I'm back in Washington and Sara unsurprising asked me if I brought any cheesecake from home.

Well of course I did and she is becoming addicted to the dessert, but at least I know she enjoys every piece.

And now here is where it gets interesting. These two monks, a male and a female, put on a show and now I don't think they're monks, but they're not wizards either.

They are spreading nonsense about this 'Force' that supposedly surrounds all living things! Ha! These...Jedi as Sara and the other bodyguards call them are more nuts than the Hippies and I wouldn't be surprised if they're using string to lift the objects up.

As Jesus, our Lord and Savior once said and quoted in Matthew 7:15 "Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves."

If these Jedi want to practice their religion, then go on right ahead, but please leave us out of it.

I'll respect what they worship, but only God himself knows if this so-called Force is real or not.


Letter from Andrews Air Force Base, Washington D.C. to Acton, Indiana

July 18th, 1968

Mom,

I don't know how to tell you this, but Sara is not who we thought she is.

Please bear with me, okay?

I believe you watched the news by now and saw what happened at the United Nations?

Sara was kidnapped but it was all a ruse and in reality, she's a spy.

At the time, I didn't know that she was an operative for the Sith Empire and I fought hard mom. I managed to nail the Imperial officer and I'm pretty sure that his arm is going to be in pain for a few weeks from that .45.

Too bad that it didn't hit his head.

Anyways, she left behind a...communication device of sorts admitting her true self and her voice ma...It sounded like something similar to the Brits in the movie 'A Yank At Oxford' and it didn't sound like her at all.

I don't know what to do. On one hand, she said that she still loves me, but on the other hand she hid her identity and I feel used.

And now the G-Men want to interview me about this incident. I'm honestly afraid that they would see me as a traitor.

Well, I just want to let you know that whatever happens, I love you.

Jake.


Journal entry#656

July 20th, 1968

Why Sara!

After everything I have done for you, I got to find out the hard way!

That you're a space Brit!?

To think that I was saving up to get an engagement ring and I was just two weeks short when your Imperial friends showed up.

And that other redhead eyes went from blue to yellow! What the fuck!?

Sure, this 'Darth Avarice' or Nathrrya or whatever her name is unbelievable and her second in command had the audacity of first boldly proposing to this pathetic Sith Lord and then held Sara at gunpoint.

Too bad that the Captain had the guts of meeting a United States Marine in action! But he still was no match for this Leatherneck!

And I thought that she was being kidnapped, not some secret agent awaiting extraction.

I also thought she was a Corporal, not a Sergeant and she doesn't seem like a Sergeant to me.

Now I don't know if I even knew her in the first place.

If only I had known the truth about her.

And now my own government thinks I'm a damn traitor! The FBI is even comparing me to Benedict Arnold and Sara to his loyalist wife Peggy Shippen!

But I honestly don't know what to think. I'll admit that strangely her actual voice sounds sweeter and that it suits her, but I just don't know.

Do I still love her or do I disregard her because of what she did?

And I still remember what the monk as I call him said to me two days ago: "It's clear to me that despite Sara's loyalties to the Empire that she's deeply in love with you Jacob Meyer. What you do with that knowledge is completely up to you."

Why this Lord? Is this a test somehow?