Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
A MATTER OF HONOR (part 6) A continuation of an unfinished story started by Hammerlock in 2011.
Washington D.C. Thursday the 16th of July 2020; 05:00 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time.
At 05:00 a.m. sharp, Sergeant Karyn Greylocke was woken up by the prison’s chief-warden himself and ordered to put on her uniform. From that moment, she would always be accompanied by two armed soldiers.
From 05:15 to 05:40 a.m. she took breakfast : fried eggs, bread, fried tomatoes, beans, bacon, some slices of cucumber, coffee. Between 05:40 and 05:45 a.m., she was allowed to brush her teeth, as she wanted to start the day with a freshened mouth.
At 05:45 a.m., Lieutenant Warren and Captain Gallo, both in service dress uniform, arrived. They briefed the schedule for the day with Karyn and the chief warden. It looked like another day of military routine had started.
At 06:00 a.m., Karyn entered the medical quarters of the military prison for the last preparations. She was ordered to strip naked and take a shower. Then she got a brief medical examination. She was given an enema. Using the radiographs taken a few days earlier, and a high-precision laser device, the four nailing points were marked on her wrists and ankles. She was given an injection directly into her spinal cord, intended to peak-shave the most intense pain a little, particularly during the nailing. Meanwhile, at 06:30 a.m., Lt. Warren had taken off in a Bell Huey helicopter to the Old Arsenal, in order to oversee the preparations there.
From 08:00 to 08:15 a.m., Karyn carried out some paperwork, related to arrangements about the termination of her life. Between 08:15 and 08:25 a.m., Karyn had a last talk with Captain Gallo. Between 08:25 and 08:35 a.m., Karyn was allowed to put some make-up, and to do her hair. At 08:35 a.m., she was granted an extra five minutes, on her request. When she had finally finished, at 08:45, she had to take off her uniform once more. She was given a paper disposable panties and then she had to pull on an army green jumpsuit. With her rank insignia on the sleeves. Guards put a chain around her waist, shackled her hands and attached them to the chain. Her ankles were shackled, and attached to the chain belt too. Then, she was brought to Warren, who had just returned by helicopter, Gallo, her counsel Peter Fortuna, and the chief-warden .
“I am sorry for the shackles, Sergeant! Regulations!” Warren said. “We have no specific protocol for volunteered executions of full members of the Armed Forces.
Next, she was officially handed over to Warren by the chief-warden.
“Sergeant Greylocke! You are by now transferred to the 3rd platoon of the 513th engineers-carpenters company, for a special assignment. As your direct commander during this assignment, I have to confer to you the special orders. From now on, you will only speak until spoken to! You will take no initiative by any means! You will undergo without objection everything you will be submitted to and you will carry out everything you will be ordered to! You have no authority to pull rank by any means on lower ranked personnel and you will have to obey their orders too! Do I make myself clear, Sergeant?”
“Loud and clear, Lieutenant!”
“Good! Just remember Sergeant, that nevertheless, you are still allowed to seek advice from Captain Gallo or from your counsel!”
“Yes Sir!”
Between 08:50 and 8:55 a.m., Karyn was allowed to confer with her counsel. At 09:05 a.m., they all embarked a Chinook helicopter. At 09:07 a.m., after Karyn was secured, the helicopter took off. At 09:19 a.m., they landed on the helicopter pad of the Old Arsenal. They transferred to a van. At 09:25 a.m. the van stopped in front of the former penitentiary building. They were awaited by the governor of the Old Arsenal Barracks.
“Lieutenant Warren of the 513th engineers-carpenters company, with Sergeant Greylocke for execution, requests permission to enter!”
“Permission granted to enter the Barracks, Lieutenant, will you follow me for the inspection of the site, please?”
“Yes Sir!”
Warren went away with the governor.
“You better take a sedative, now Karyn!”, Gallo said, “to calm your nerves. Just let it melt under your tongue. You can have a second one if you need it!”
Karyn accepted the sedative. Meanwhile, Peter approached to her.
“I just got informed that your father has turned down the invitation to assist your execution, Karyn. But he has let you know that he is proud of you!”
“Thanks!” She had not seen him any more after the verdict. There had been no more opportunity to say goodbye. Had she better insisted on it? She thought it would be better for both not to do so. After all, she considered herself on a combat assignment, and a soldier on a combat assignment has no dad in his neighborhood either. Gallo had suggested her to say goodbye, but she thought it would be too much a mental burden and it would make things unnecessarily complicated for both dad and herself.
At 09:45, Lieutenant Warren returned.
“Attention! Corporal! Escort the Sergeant to the execution place!” He ordered.
“Yes Sir!”
“Captain Gallo, Lieutenant Fortuna, you are both allowed to follow her!”
“Forward! March!”
On this command, they marched into the courtyard. A sinister spot in the US military, enclosed by high walls and massive old buildings. Against the opposite wall, Karyn saw a huge pile of sandbags, with poles in front of it. It is likely that she would have been executed there by the firing squad, if she had not chosen to get crucified. In a corner of the courtyard stood a gallows with five hooks for nooses.
“Left flank! March!” The column turned left, parallel with the building.
They marched toward the a prison wall, where a number of soldiers stood in attention in a row. One man was giving the last instructions : Sergeant-major Buckley. About seventy feet in front of that scene, stood rows of chairs with about twenty onlookers. Among them, the judge who had condemned Karyn, Colonel VanSant, her battalion commander, and, to her annoyance, Captain Prescotte, the man who had brought her into this trouble.
Through the columns of her escort, next to Buckley’s men, she could also see the wooden cross, lying flat, supported by a few concrete blocks.
“Right flank! March!” On command of the Corporal, the section turned to the right.
“Section! Halt!” The section stopped in front of the cross.
“Right! Face!” The section turned towards the onlookers.
“Section! At! Ease!”
They were waited for by a Major of the Office of the Court-martial General. Warren saluted him.
“Sir, the 3rd platoon of the 315th engineers-carpenters company reports for the special execution assignment of Sergeant Greylocke!”
“Thank you, Lieutenant”. The onlookers stood up and the Major read a declaration.
“On July 10th 2020, the Office of the Court-martial General of the United States Armed Forces, has acknowledged the request of Sergeant Karyn Greylocke, following her death sentence after dishonorable discharge, pronounced against her on July 3rd , to be executed by crucifixion according to military law. The acknowledgement of the request suspends the execution of the verdict from July 3rd against Sergeant Karyn Greylocke.”
Then he addressed Peter.
“Counsel, do you have anything to say in the name of your client?”
“No, Sir!”
“Then, Lieutenant Warren, carry on!”
“Yes, Sir!” Warren turned to his section.
“Corporal! Take positions!”
“Yes Sir!” The Corporal commanded the column behind Karyn to the left of the cross, and the row in front of her to the right of it. They were ordered to stand in ‘port Arms’. Karyn was now facing the onlookers, only accompanied by her three guards.
“Is there anything you want to say, Karyn?” Gallo asked her.
“No… or… just… Could you tell my dad I love him?”
“Counsel, we will begin now. According to regulations, I have to ask you to leave this place and join the onlookers. You can talk to your client later, after execution. As yet, there is nothing you can do for her anymore?”
“At your orders, Lieutenant. Good luck, Karyn!”
“Thank you, counsel!”
Karyn became more and more overwhelmed by a feeling of desperate loneliness, standing shackled in this vast courtyard, with tens of pairs of eyes all looking at her. All to see her suffer and ultimately die, by her self-chosen ordeal. Just to keep up the honor of her family. Of her father.
“Sergeant Greylocke! We will start the final preparations!”
“Yes, sir!” she replied, but the military protocol sounded more and more futile to her.
“Sergeant-major Buckley! Prepare Sergeant Greylocke!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Buckley knew that this part of the procedure was the first occasion the condemned could collapse or get seized by panic. He had seen it so often,… He summoned two of the soldiers of the escort as reinforcement. Then he unshackled Karyn except for her ankles. He tore down her jumpsuit, so that she stood naked down the waist. For security, her hands were then shackled at her back. Then her ankles were released, and her jumpsuit was pulled off.
“Bring the Sergeant to the cross!”
According to regulations, the cross was composed of a vertical beam, fifteen feet long (from which six would be lowered into the ground during its righting up), seven inch wide, made of green impregnated planed wood. The horizontal beam had same width, was six and a half feet long, and was attached to the horizontal beam by metal connections and supported by an askew beam on each side. The cross was lying on supports, some twenty inch high, allowing an easier strapping and nailing. Next to the cross stood a crate with straps, one with hammers and one with nails. Long, shiny bluish steel nails. She had seen them the days before, but this time, they suddenly looked very frightening. This time, it would be real! Karyn suddenly felt her stomach turn around!
“Strap the Sergeant on the cross!”
Buckley’s men unshackled her wrists, grabbed her by her arms and forced her to lay down on the cross. They strapped Karyn by her arms, her chest, her waist, her knees and her ankles. Then they stood in at ease, waiting for further orders.
Buckley stepped towards Karyn and ripped off the paper panties at her left hip and then at her right one. He lifted up her buttocks, and tore off her last piece of clothing.
“Take positions, men! Corporal Saunders! Left Wrist!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Corporal Waters! Right ankle!”
“Yes! Sir!”
“Corporal Podolsky! Left ankle!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Karyn had undergone the strapping without resistance. Feeling restrained by the straps and aware of her full nudity, she suddenly felt terribly vulnerable. Suddenly, she did not want to do this anymore. But she knew it was too late and she knew she had to keep herself together. But she could not stop herself getting terrified by fear.
“Sergeant Greylocke is prepared for execution, Sir!”
(to be continued)
Washington D.C. Thursday the 16th of July 2020; 05:00 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time.
At 05:00 a.m. sharp, Sergeant Karyn Greylocke was woken up by the prison’s chief-warden himself and ordered to put on her uniform. From that moment, she would always be accompanied by two armed soldiers.
From 05:15 to 05:40 a.m. she took breakfast : fried eggs, bread, fried tomatoes, beans, bacon, some slices of cucumber, coffee. Between 05:40 and 05:45 a.m., she was allowed to brush her teeth, as she wanted to start the day with a freshened mouth.
At 05:45 a.m., Lieutenant Warren and Captain Gallo, both in service dress uniform, arrived. They briefed the schedule for the day with Karyn and the chief warden. It looked like another day of military routine had started.
At 06:00 a.m., Karyn entered the medical quarters of the military prison for the last preparations. She was ordered to strip naked and take a shower. Then she got a brief medical examination. She was given an enema. Using the radiographs taken a few days earlier, and a high-precision laser device, the four nailing points were marked on her wrists and ankles. She was given an injection directly into her spinal cord, intended to peak-shave the most intense pain a little, particularly during the nailing. Meanwhile, at 06:30 a.m., Lt. Warren had taken off in a Bell Huey helicopter to the Old Arsenal, in order to oversee the preparations there.
From 08:00 to 08:15 a.m., Karyn carried out some paperwork, related to arrangements about the termination of her life. Between 08:15 and 08:25 a.m., Karyn had a last talk with Captain Gallo. Between 08:25 and 08:35 a.m., Karyn was allowed to put some make-up, and to do her hair. At 08:35 a.m., she was granted an extra five minutes, on her request. When she had finally finished, at 08:45, she had to take off her uniform once more. She was given a paper disposable panties and then she had to pull on an army green jumpsuit. With her rank insignia on the sleeves. Guards put a chain around her waist, shackled her hands and attached them to the chain. Her ankles were shackled, and attached to the chain belt too. Then, she was brought to Warren, who had just returned by helicopter, Gallo, her counsel Peter Fortuna, and the chief-warden .
“I am sorry for the shackles, Sergeant! Regulations!” Warren said. “We have no specific protocol for volunteered executions of full members of the Armed Forces.
Next, she was officially handed over to Warren by the chief-warden.
“Sergeant Greylocke! You are by now transferred to the 3rd platoon of the 513th engineers-carpenters company, for a special assignment. As your direct commander during this assignment, I have to confer to you the special orders. From now on, you will only speak until spoken to! You will take no initiative by any means! You will undergo without objection everything you will be submitted to and you will carry out everything you will be ordered to! You have no authority to pull rank by any means on lower ranked personnel and you will have to obey their orders too! Do I make myself clear, Sergeant?”
“Loud and clear, Lieutenant!”
“Good! Just remember Sergeant, that nevertheless, you are still allowed to seek advice from Captain Gallo or from your counsel!”
“Yes Sir!”
Between 08:50 and 8:55 a.m., Karyn was allowed to confer with her counsel. At 09:05 a.m., they all embarked a Chinook helicopter. At 09:07 a.m., after Karyn was secured, the helicopter took off. At 09:19 a.m., they landed on the helicopter pad of the Old Arsenal. They transferred to a van. At 09:25 a.m. the van stopped in front of the former penitentiary building. They were awaited by the governor of the Old Arsenal Barracks.
“Lieutenant Warren of the 513th engineers-carpenters company, with Sergeant Greylocke for execution, requests permission to enter!”
“Permission granted to enter the Barracks, Lieutenant, will you follow me for the inspection of the site, please?”
“Yes Sir!”
Warren went away with the governor.
“You better take a sedative, now Karyn!”, Gallo said, “to calm your nerves. Just let it melt under your tongue. You can have a second one if you need it!”
Karyn accepted the sedative. Meanwhile, Peter approached to her.
“I just got informed that your father has turned down the invitation to assist your execution, Karyn. But he has let you know that he is proud of you!”
“Thanks!” She had not seen him any more after the verdict. There had been no more opportunity to say goodbye. Had she better insisted on it? She thought it would be better for both not to do so. After all, she considered herself on a combat assignment, and a soldier on a combat assignment has no dad in his neighborhood either. Gallo had suggested her to say goodbye, but she thought it would be too much a mental burden and it would make things unnecessarily complicated for both dad and herself.
At 09:45, Lieutenant Warren returned.
“Attention! Corporal! Escort the Sergeant to the execution place!” He ordered.
“Yes Sir!”
“Captain Gallo, Lieutenant Fortuna, you are both allowed to follow her!”
“Forward! March!”
On this command, they marched into the courtyard. A sinister spot in the US military, enclosed by high walls and massive old buildings. Against the opposite wall, Karyn saw a huge pile of sandbags, with poles in front of it. It is likely that she would have been executed there by the firing squad, if she had not chosen to get crucified. In a corner of the courtyard stood a gallows with five hooks for nooses.
“Left flank! March!” The column turned left, parallel with the building.
They marched toward the a prison wall, where a number of soldiers stood in attention in a row. One man was giving the last instructions : Sergeant-major Buckley. About seventy feet in front of that scene, stood rows of chairs with about twenty onlookers. Among them, the judge who had condemned Karyn, Colonel VanSant, her battalion commander, and, to her annoyance, Captain Prescotte, the man who had brought her into this trouble.
Through the columns of her escort, next to Buckley’s men, she could also see the wooden cross, lying flat, supported by a few concrete blocks.
“Right flank! March!” On command of the Corporal, the section turned to the right.
“Section! Halt!” The section stopped in front of the cross.
“Right! Face!” The section turned towards the onlookers.
“Section! At! Ease!”
They were waited for by a Major of the Office of the Court-martial General. Warren saluted him.
“Sir, the 3rd platoon of the 315th engineers-carpenters company reports for the special execution assignment of Sergeant Greylocke!”
“Thank you, Lieutenant”. The onlookers stood up and the Major read a declaration.
“On July 10th 2020, the Office of the Court-martial General of the United States Armed Forces, has acknowledged the request of Sergeant Karyn Greylocke, following her death sentence after dishonorable discharge, pronounced against her on July 3rd , to be executed by crucifixion according to military law. The acknowledgement of the request suspends the execution of the verdict from July 3rd against Sergeant Karyn Greylocke.”
Then he addressed Peter.
“Counsel, do you have anything to say in the name of your client?”
“No, Sir!”
“Then, Lieutenant Warren, carry on!”
“Yes, Sir!” Warren turned to his section.
“Corporal! Take positions!”
“Yes Sir!” The Corporal commanded the column behind Karyn to the left of the cross, and the row in front of her to the right of it. They were ordered to stand in ‘port Arms’. Karyn was now facing the onlookers, only accompanied by her three guards.
“Is there anything you want to say, Karyn?” Gallo asked her.
“No… or… just… Could you tell my dad I love him?”
“Counsel, we will begin now. According to regulations, I have to ask you to leave this place and join the onlookers. You can talk to your client later, after execution. As yet, there is nothing you can do for her anymore?”
“At your orders, Lieutenant. Good luck, Karyn!”
“Thank you, counsel!”
Karyn became more and more overwhelmed by a feeling of desperate loneliness, standing shackled in this vast courtyard, with tens of pairs of eyes all looking at her. All to see her suffer and ultimately die, by her self-chosen ordeal. Just to keep up the honor of her family. Of her father.
“Sergeant Greylocke! We will start the final preparations!”
“Yes, sir!” she replied, but the military protocol sounded more and more futile to her.
“Sergeant-major Buckley! Prepare Sergeant Greylocke!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Buckley knew that this part of the procedure was the first occasion the condemned could collapse or get seized by panic. He had seen it so often,… He summoned two of the soldiers of the escort as reinforcement. Then he unshackled Karyn except for her ankles. He tore down her jumpsuit, so that she stood naked down the waist. For security, her hands were then shackled at her back. Then her ankles were released, and her jumpsuit was pulled off.
“Bring the Sergeant to the cross!”
According to regulations, the cross was composed of a vertical beam, fifteen feet long (from which six would be lowered into the ground during its righting up), seven inch wide, made of green impregnated planed wood. The horizontal beam had same width, was six and a half feet long, and was attached to the horizontal beam by metal connections and supported by an askew beam on each side. The cross was lying on supports, some twenty inch high, allowing an easier strapping and nailing. Next to the cross stood a crate with straps, one with hammers and one with nails. Long, shiny bluish steel nails. She had seen them the days before, but this time, they suddenly looked very frightening. This time, it would be real! Karyn suddenly felt her stomach turn around!
“Strap the Sergeant on the cross!”
Buckley’s men unshackled her wrists, grabbed her by her arms and forced her to lay down on the cross. They strapped Karyn by her arms, her chest, her waist, her knees and her ankles. Then they stood in at ease, waiting for further orders.
Buckley stepped towards Karyn and ripped off the paper panties at her left hip and then at her right one. He lifted up her buttocks, and tore off her last piece of clothing.
“Take positions, men! Corporal Saunders! Left Wrist!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Corporal Waters! Right ankle!”
“Yes! Sir!”
“Corporal Podolsky! Left ankle!”
“Yes, Sir!”
Karyn had undergone the strapping without resistance. Feeling restrained by the straps and aware of her full nudity, she suddenly felt terribly vulnerable. Suddenly, she did not want to do this anymore. But she knew it was too late and she knew she had to keep herself together. But she could not stop herself getting terrified by fear.
“Sergeant Greylocke is prepared for execution, Sir!”
(to be continued)