Name Dante Faiella

Block A
October 2018
Mrs. M ELA

Sherman’s Army
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

*Groan*

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The bed creaked and groaned as Carl got up, he turned off his alarm clock and got his clothes on in the dim

light creeping through the blinds of his 2nd story apartment. Carl walked out of the bedroom and into the

kitchen and brewed himself a cup of coffee. After all of that Carl walked out of his apartment, and down to

his car which was parked on the street, an old 1987 Toyota Corolla GTS Coupe, he put the key in the lock,

jiggled it a few times, and the door popped open. Carl got into the car’s worn interior and put the key into the

ignition, and after 3 attempts and some hopes the car finally started. Carl pulled away from the curb and began

to drive to his job at the local power plant. Owned by Mr Jack. W, the same man that owned the area of land

Carl’s building was on. Carl was still groggy, he’d much rather have been in bed than driving to his unexciting

job to do unexciting work all day. Carl didn’t have much money to his name or really a way to get it. Nobody

paid attention to his class in society, and on the topic of paying he didn’t get paid much at work either, sounds

great right?

While the work wasn’t too hard he was paid very minimally by an extremely greedy boss. Carl arrived at work

and parked his car, he walked inside and to his desk, Carl monitored the whole place, he made sure everything

was going well and that nothing wanted to explode, like Homer from The Simpsons. Essentially he watched a

bunch of boring, Static-y TV screens all day. Sounds like a great job right? Yeah didn’t think so, poor guy.

*Ahem* Yeah, so Carl sat there, watching the screens flicker, occasionally someone walked by one of the
cameras. He did that for the long Four hours until break. Finally the whistle sounded, signaling that break time

had started. Carl walked outside, went to his car, and opened the door. He took his lunch box out of his car and

began eating his baloney sandwich, however as he was staring across the parking lot a flyer nailed on a

telephone pole caught his eye, he walked over to it and it read...

SECTION 18C, HOUSING, TO BE DOZED TO CONSTRUCT DISTRIBUTION WAREHOUSE,

REQUEST PENDING ​order of Jack. W​. ​ ​Carl then realized, in horror that that section was where he lived, and

if it was bulldozed there wasn’t anywhere else he could afford to live. However he quickly remembered that he

had seen signs like this in the past and they never really meant anything. After break Carl walked back in and

continued his exceedingly boring work, this cycle repeated day after day, and the days went on for an entire

week and a half…

Dramatic Passage of Time, Dramatic Passage of Time, Dramatic Passage of Tiiiiiime.

Finally, halfway through the next week Carl was walking into work and, unexpectedly a co-worker walked up

to him, “hey Carl, did you hear? The city’s leaning towards giving the permits to bulldoze 18C! Far out right?”

This news sent chills up Carl’s spine and a panicked look arose on his face, he walked into his office without

saying a word and began contemplating the situation. His boss was trying to get the permits to demolish the

section of town where he lived, could he do anything? After work Carl went up to Jack’s office, a large door

read ​MR. JACK. W ​CEO​. Carl knocked on the heavy wooden door and heard a faint

“come in”

He walked in to find his boss, Mr Jack. W sitting at his desk fiddling with some coins. Carl began hesitantly

“uhh, sir I n-noticed that sign, you want to bulldoze 18C?”

Jack started “why yes, we’re going to put up a nice warehouse there to boost profits”

Carl then looked at him and said “but sir th-that’s where I live”
Jack smirked and said, “welp, that’s a bummer, can’t do anything about that, profits first, good luck finding

somewhere else to live!”

Carl was shocked by this statement, but instead of protesting he walked out, what could he say to that? S he

walked out of the building and down to his car, he got in and yelled, yelled about everything, yelled about

everything for a good Twenty Minutes. When he was done yelling at everything he drove out of the parking lot

fast, his Corolla’s tires chirped and Carl drove home fuming, he had to do something about his dire

circumstances, but what? His superiors held all the power while he was virtually powerless against them. Now

at this point anyone would’ve given up, but this was Carl Sherman not J. Anyone, and so he couldn’t give up,

but he had to find someone to help him with this, someone with extensive knowledge and money to back it. So

when Carl got home he booted up his Windows 95 computer, it took about a half hour, but he didn’t know what

to search, so he typed in “how to stop oppression” and oddly he was greeted with a really annoying pop-up, it

said…

“Hey you! No them… Yes you! Do you have oppression problems, yeah I thought so! Well then you need me!

You’re Oppression expert. So come on down to the corner of 25th and 3rd and see for yourself! Plus mention

this ad and get a 30% discount on all you’re oppression needs! So cmon what’re you still doing here! Get over

there!”

The ad then went black and the page crashed, not because of the haunted pop-up, but because of Windows 95.

Carl thought about what he had just seen and how strange it was, but never the less he walked back out to his

car and drove to the given location, all while still thinking about how strange the situation was, however when

he got there he found a quaint little shop with a large, but faded sign that read

OPRESSIONSTERMINATORS​ ​for all you’re oppression needs! ​Carl stared at it then walked into the shop to
find that most of the shop was a back room, with only a small area in front with a desk. Carl rang the little bell

on the counter and a man came out to greet him,

“lemme guess, 18C?” The man said, almost instantly.

Carl stammered “h-how did you know”

“heard it through the grapevine”

The man then said, “Name’s Nick”

“Carl Sherman” Carl said.

“Alright what’re you here for then?” Nick asked

“I was hoping you could help me out with the problem in 18C” Carl asked .

“Well, I’m taking since you live in 18C you don’t have much money?”

“Yeah, that’s the problem” Carl exclaimed.

Nick looked over at him “Don’t worry, we’re the oppression specialists, we work first and worry about money

later”

Carl looked surprised “you’re serious?”

Nick Nodded “Totally”

Nick Signaled for Carl to come in the back of the shop, through a door marked “fun stuff” and behind the door

was the heavy equipment, some bulldozers, some vans, some tanks, then in the corner there was a shed marked

“boring stuff” and in it was some signs and other normal protest-y items. Carl looked over the things in the

shop, a shocked expression on his face, he then said “I’ll think about it” and walked out, Carl walked back to his

car and sat in it, he thought to himself

“what am I gonna do? That place looked like a Military surplus shop.”

Carl drove back to his house, but there were flatbed trucks on either side of the road, they were packed with

Bulldozers and Excavators and other demolition equipment, there were also trucks full of dynamite and other

explosives. This sight frightened Carl, for he knew the appearance of machinery was the 2nd and middle phase
of demolition. This spooked Carl, because he knew that if he didn’t think of something fast, the whole area was

going to be destroyed. Carl had to consider whether he wanted to go to the shop and agree, or if he wanted to sit

by and let this whole thing play out, but Carl wasn’t that kind of person, and he wasn’t about to be oppressed by

the corporate Jack. W. So he turned his car around and drove back to the shop, where he walked in, more

determined than he had ever been, he rang the bell with full intensity and was greeted by the same man

“Back again I see”

Carl looked dead into his eyes and said

“I accept your offer, now show me what you’ve got”

Nick smiled and took Carl back into the back of the shop. Carl began inspecting the things in the shop, there

were Five Ford E-250 Vans, Two Bulldozers, A Military APC, some Jeeps, and to top it all off a M4A3E8

“Easy Eight” Sherman Tank from World War ll. Now while some of this stuff may have seemed like it was just

a wee bit overkill, Jack was an extremely greedy man, and he was willing to do anything to protect his fat stacks

of cash from people in the populous like Carl, but two men wouldn’t be enough to start a Revolution, Carl

would need to gather as many people as he could to stop this seemingly unstoppable force. However finding

help wouldn’t be a problem, everyone who worked for Jack knew how he played, and nobody liked him, the

entire area wanted to see him out of the CEO position, but he’d never give it up. To make that happen a forceful

change had to be put into place, a ​Revolution​ and Carl was going to be the one to start it. So Carl had to get to

work, he had to tell people about this new Revolution. Carl spent the next three days putting up posters, handing

out flyers, and doing everything he possibly could to rile the population of his neighborhood, they were going to

meet at a lot at the end of the week, but until then Carl learned all about the machinery they’d be using, the vans

drove like any normal vehicle, the bulldozer used lever controls for the individual tracks, the APC used normal

controls due to being a wheeled vehicle, the Jeeps drove normally, but the Tank used old controls, with levers

controlling the tracks, like the Bulldozers but less simplified, however the tank needed a 5-6 man crew.

However the end of the week was here, so Carl and some of the Oppression guys drove the Five vans to the lot.
The lot was packed, cars and people filled almost the entire thing, it was like the entire town had shown up, the

dim headlights of old clunker cars shown in the night and gave the lot a luminescent glow and when the vans

drove in cheering erupted from the crowd. When Carl and the others got out of the vans the cheering got even

louder! Then Carl got an idea, he climbed up onto the roof of one of the vans and began to speak

“We have been wronged!” The crowd cheered more

“They think that they can come here and destroy this town without retaliation! Well I say NO! We will stop

them, and we will dethrone the mastermind behind all this; Jack. W” The crowd booed at his name

“This is our town, sure it’s run down but it is OURS! And we will keep it!”

The crowd kept cheering, but a woman popped her head out of her apartment window

“Shhhh! You’re going to wake the baby!” everyone stopped cheering.

Carl then signaled for them to all follow the vans. Everyone piled into vans and cars, and the convoy of sagging

suspension scraped out of the lot and down to the headquarters, there were so many cars an entire street was

filled with parked cars. Everyone crowded into the tiny establishment and examined the equipment, there were

plenty of “oohs” and “ahhs” suddenly a man, around his 40s exclaimed

“I’m ex-military, I’ve driven these APCs”

Then another guy said “I was a construction worker, I drove dozers just like this one”

However there were so many people and so few things.

Nick looked out over the crowd “I wasn’t going to tell you this, we have a huge warehouse full of more stuff,

that might be a little more fitting for such a crowd, I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t expect such a

huge group”

Once again everyone piled into the vans and cars, as well as all the other stuff in the shop and headed out, to

this day it’s still a miracle how nobody noticed a convoy of bulldozers, vans, cars, and even a tank rolling

through town. Just as dawn was approaching the enormous procession arrived at the humongous warehouse

39D. Nick pressed a button on the sun visor of the van and the warehouse doors opened slowly, revealing a
huge warehouse with at least ten times the amount of things as the shop, there were all sorts of vehicles,

equipment, and military machines. Everyone was in awe at the sheer amount of “stuff” that there was. Everyone

began choosing their weapons of choice for the long day ahead. People piled into the tanks, there were Eleven

total, Two M4A3E8 Shermans, A Sherman Firefly, Two Panzer IVs, Three T-34 Soviet tanks, and Two

T-34-85 tanks. There were 7 Stryker APCs, a few Armored cars, Fifteen Vans, Nine Bulldozers, and a camera

drone. Everyone spent the night prepping the machines, and learning how to operate them.

When morning came Jack W awoke from his bed, he lived in an enormous mansion full of luxuries, however

today, little did he know, would be the end of that. Today was to be the day the people of 18C were kicked out

and their town was demolished while they watched, no formal notice had been given about this because quite

frankly, nobody cared. The demolition crews were going to arrive at noon precisely, but they were going to be

met by a wall of protesters armed with a whole lot more than some semi-persuasive signs. This was not known

yet, but it would soon be.

The clock struck 12 and the demolition crews arrived on the scene, they were met with a wall of steel, each

vehicle had a banner on the front saying “​18C WILL STAND”​ now these construction workers had no idea

what to do so they instinctively called their boss, who instead of going down there just called the cops. The cops

were there within minutes and they went up the wall, people popped out of each hatch of every vehicle.

The officer asked them to move in a hasty tone “uhh, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you all to pack this up

and move, these workers have to do their job”

Carl then climbed out of the Tank and walked up to the officer “and what might that work be officer?”

The officer looked surprised and said “uh, I, I don’t know”

Carl looked behind him at the line of military vehicles and yelled “why don’t we tell him crew!” and the entire

crowd said, in sync “THEY’RE BEING PAID TO DESTROY OUR HOMES!”

This shocked the officer and he backed off, he went back to his car and said something into the radio. Then he

signaled everyone to leave. The officers left, everyone thought that they had won, but quite the contrary. The

SWAT team showed up just a few short minutes later. The swats were a lot more direc… “COME OUT WITH

YOUR HANDS UP”

Carl said over the radio “Looks like they’re not gonna give up, so everyone fired up their vehicle’s engine, the

roaring echoed through the streets and could be heard from great distances, something extraordinary was going

to happen in 18C today, the swat men’s guns trembled in their shaking arms, suddenly one of the tanks fired a

round into a swat van, the van exploded into pieces which scattered around the street. This scared the swat men

so much they all dropped their weapons and ran. Next Carl and his “army” drove right up the the doorstep of

Jack W, Carl got out and rang his front doorbell, and when Jack W came to the door to see who it was there was

a mob of very angry people looking at him, they all said

“If you don’t step down in the next half hour we’re going to blow this place to Mars”

and it’s safe to say Jack believed them, because within the next 15 minutes he stepped down from his position

as CEO of the Power Plant, giving the position up to the one and only Carl Sherman. Things have been going a

lot better since then, Carl used some of Jack’s fortune to pay off the Nick from the

OPRESSIONSTERMINATORS and still lives in the same apartment in 18C. As for Jack nobody knows, he

disappeared shortly after stepping down. The power plant’s profits aren’t as large as they used to be, but

happiness is at an all-time high

THE END