2:30 pm, on a sunny but cool October day in rural Vermont… a Canadian Armed Forces transport truck was riding through the countryside, headed for the nearest town, when it ran into an ambush.
The roadblock looked genuine enough, the patrol car and the trooper uniforms used in the operation having been “liberated” from a State Police station the night before.
Canadian troops were under strict orders to fully cooperate with local law enforcement. And so, when ordered to stop and submit himself and his driver to an ID check, the NCO in charge of the two-men detail felt that he had no choice but to comply. Soon he and his colleague were climbing down from the cabin.
“I’m Corporal Martin Couture and that’s Private Marc Trudel.” The Corporal spoke English with a heavy French-Canadian accent. “We’re from Camp Triquet and we’re going to the supply depot in St.Albans to pick up some foodstuff for our unit.”
At this point, the fake cops drew their guns and ordered the soldiers to stick’em up – which they did, as they suddenly saw themselves surrounded by half a dozen types wearing hoods and pointing rifles at them.
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