ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 133 – A Forever Home
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Adrian Johnson: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Aiden McIntyre-Worthington: Son of Liam McIntyre and Adopted son of Luke Worthington
Alex Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Alexander Federova: Highly valued Russian Scientist rescued by Special Forces
Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Alexi Federova: Son of Alexander and Petrova Federova
Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance
Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)
Ariel "Ari" Rebel: General, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)
Ariel Rebel Jr. aka JR: Son of Jacob Leib
Beauty Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, Ret., U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Bob Jones: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Fort Connor Adjutant
Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto
Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann
Connor McLain: Six Star General of the Armies – Administration Alpha Zulu 69
Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)
Dale Gordon Longdick Allman: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Date Masamune: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
David & Donald Worthington: Adopted sons of T&T Worthington
David Leib: Five Star General, Israeli Defense Force – Adopted son of Ari Rebel
David Winter-Jansson: Son of Oliver Winter and Viktor Janson
Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor
Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Duke Stone III: Five Star General of the Army U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
Dwight Jones: Partner of Dale Gordon Strong
Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)
George Battenberg: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)
Hachiman Kanmu, Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori
Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry
Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army – Protector of David Winter-Jansson
Hayao Kinugasa, Major, Ret.: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori: Son of Hito Janson-Winter Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Hito Jansson-Winter: Son of David Jansson-Winter and Date Masamune
Ivan Morovoza: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Alexi Federova)
Jacob Leib: Adopted Son of Arie Rebel
Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)
James "Jimmy" Yasumori: Five Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Partner of Hito Jansson-Winter
Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre
Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)
Jason Allman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S. Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
John Allen Masters: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of Jimmy & Hito
John Masters: Four Star General & Base Commander Fort Connor, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juan Martinez: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Juan Martinez: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Shawn Stone)
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgeon
Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)
Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman
Mason Allen: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Matsukaze Kumorigachi, Commanding General – Alpha Zulu Program in Japan
Matt Longdick Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Oliver Winter: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Petrova Federova: Wife of Alexander Federova
Randall Masters:
Six
Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randall Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of Steven Stone)
Randy & Robert Masamune: Adopted sons of Hito Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori
Randy Adam "RA" Worthington: Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington
Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Robert Manning, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
Robert Masters: Major General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu Security
Rod Jackson: Lieutenant General (3 Star), U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Rod LittleFeather: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Roger DeSoto: 5 Star General of the Army, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Roi Friedman: Colonel – U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Protector of "Tod" and "PJ"
Steven & Shawn Stone: Adopted sons of Dale Gordon Stone
Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)
Steven Goodman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Steven Robertson-Battenberg: Adopted son of William Robertson and George Battenberg
Sven Bjorn: Six Star General of the Armies – Tactical Alpha Zulu 69
Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)
Uri Leib: Biological son of Ari Rebel
Viktor Jannson: Six Star General, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson
William Robertson: Six Star General of the Armies of the United States
Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa
"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)
"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)
"George" (Name Classified): (Senior head of the Worthington Brain Trust and Top Scientist in residence)
"Tod" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of George and protectee of Alpha Zulu)
"PJ" (Name Classified): (Teenage son of POTUS and protectee of Alpha Zulu)
General Masters was in shock at the request made by Dale and Dwight. He was career Army and never thought of a family. Now here he was being asked to raise a devastated young man as his son and a member of his family. SHOCK WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT!
It was no surprise that as General Masters got settled into his office and started his daily routine he just couldn't get the thought of a son out of his mind. Asking the Chaplain if he had any time today to discuss a personal matter, the Chaplain only replied he'd make the time whenever it was convenient for the General.
Knocking at the Chaplain's door he was warmly greeted by his friend. "I hear you are going to be a father." (Damn, camp grapevine!) That is what I want to talk with you about. I've lead men into battle and I've dealt with the men who served under me. So, why am I so frightened by one young imp? The thought of having a son sounds so fantastic but what if I fail him.
The Chaplain was blunt and spoke freely. Dale and Dwight did an extensive review of your life, your military files, your friends, your subordinates, and most importantly former imps. They are in total agreement you would make this young man a perfect father. And, remember... you have two Generals, Doc, myself and over 200 men on base to help you give this young man the best life possible.
Having a son is work and takes time and effort but is worth all the effort you will put forth. Even when you have to drop his pants and bend him over your knee he'll know it is just and will only respect you more for it after he is able to sleep on his back again.
Look at all the imps Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu have raised. You don't have to go any further than our Memorial Garden and see the most impressive imp ever to be part of Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor. And, knowing our HR Dream Team, they are already reviewing candidates to be his protector. You won't be alone. You truly are the best person and the best choice to give this young man a terrific life and future.
Now that I've broken my own rule of not giving direct advice you know how strongly I feel about you being a father. I'm always here for you, any imp or member of Alpha Zulu 24/7/365. You'll never be alone!
Now go find Dale and Dwight and tell them the thought of being a father both scares you and excites you beyond belief. With God's help you'll be the best father possible for the young man. Even General Masters was shocked when he gave Dale and Dwight his answer they opened their computer and commented: "Sign on the dotted line. All the information required has been pulled from your military records and security clearance. You have letters of recommendation from POTUS, SecDef and our Commanding Generals."
Tell your adjutant you'll be taking a few weeks of vacation to start a family. Hopefully, we can arrange you meeting your son by the end of the week. Plan on staying at our Penthouse as you'll need to do some shopping and have him fitted for his ceramic armor by our friendly tailor.
The 1st Sergeant rose after the noon meal to announce that General Masters was going to be a father and any assistance the men of Alpha Zulu could provide to consider it done! The entire mess erupted in applause and praise. It seemed like the 1st Sergeant never would give the command: "AS YOU WERE"!
When the administrator of the orphanage received the adoption application he had to smile and he knew this was a match made in heaven. The young man couldn't have a better parent and anyone who tried to harm him would have to face down a very mean and massive WAR DOG!
The administrator immediately Emailed Dale and Dwight with a copy to the General hoping they would be available for an adoption review Friday morning of this week. Confirming the interview General Masters was a basket case all week waiting for Friday to arrive.
Flying into the Worthington Airfield he met T&T and their security detail. Escorted to their armored limousine their security escorted them to the orphanage. Walking up the steps to the building was like walking to the gallows. For the first time in his career General Masters questioned a decision he had made. Leading men into battle was less stress than facing a young man and asking him to be part of his FOREVER FAMILY.
Being warmly greeted by the Orphanage Administrator, coffee was enjoyed in his office as they discussed the young man who would be his son. The young man was depressed at losing his family but that is normal in these cases. He misses his father greatly and really never knew his mother. He is waiting in our Garden and I told him I had a surprise for him this morning. General, would you like to meet your son? "Actually, sir... I'd rather face a firefight in the middle east but I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
Walking into the garden, the young man looked up and saw a man in uniform approaching. As he immediately recognized the Presidential and SecDef badges and then his eyes fixed on the four stars on his shoulder. He was shaking in his shoes as he commented: HOLY SHIT!
You want me to be your son? This is better than winning the mega-millions lottery. He ran into the General's arms weeping profusely. "If you really want me, I'll be the best son possible."
Want you? They made me do everything but sign the contract in blood... so I hope you'll be my son and I don't expect you to be perfect. Let's sit down so I can tell you about myself, where I live and the type of family you can expect.
The minute the young man heard the words "Alpha Zulu" his eyes bugged from his head. His father had often talked about how elite Alpha Zulu was. He had the utmost respect for any man that would dedicate his life to protect children. You'll have plenty of fellow imps your age to help you get into mischief but you'll also have 200+ brothers that will keep you on the straight and narrow. We have a wonderful dedicated Chaplain to help you with the grief of losing your father. Besides, you need to thank him. He is the one who kicked me in the ass and told me what a fool I would be to miss such an opportunity as having you as my son.
The only bad side is our Medical Director. Doc is the best guy around if you ever get hurt. We'll need to bring your shot record up-to-date and I tell you from personal experience Doc is lousy at giving shots.
I hope you don't scare easy because we have two spirits that roam the grounds of Fort Connor. One is a friendly ghost that protects both imps and soldiers. The other is a guardian angel by the name of Roger.
My son smiled and told me Roger spend all of last night with him talking about Fort Connor and what a wonderful dad you would be. We imps trust Roger with our lives.
I really didn't know what to do as my son wrapped his arms around my neck crying and smothering me with kisses. (This is a part of fatherhood that I can learn to enjoy!) Let's go talk with the Administrator and see if we can get you paroled from here today.
Signing a mountain of paperwork that was thicker than my base audit I finally was a father, well... at least for 90 days and they reached a final determination. Exiting the orphanage my son was startled by the armed security detail waiting for us and opening the door to our armored limo. They are here to protect us so always do what they tell you. If necessary, they will give their life to protect you. They'll never ask anything personal of you but an occasional smile, hug or even a kiss will be well received.
I thought two weeks of living in the luxury of Dale's Penthouse would be like a "Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court". Actually, I couldn't believe how fast the time traveled. By the end of the week my son had a new wardrobe and was a stylish hunk of a teenager. We actually had time to see the sights of Washington and start to develop and bond as father and son.
All too early in the morning, the knocking at the Penthouse door had Dale yelling at me to present myself in a decent state of dress. Seeing a three star General standing at the door way he only commented: "With the President Compliments... you and your son are invited for an informal dinner in the White House residence at 1900 hours tomorrow." Dress uniform for yourself and casual wear for your son. He quickly vanished without further comments. (Like one doesn't turn down a Presidential request.)
At our brunch I turned to my son and commented we have to make a big decision before we reach Fort Connor on what to call you. If I can make a suggestion, what if we change your name to John (your name) Adam (your fathers name) Masters (my surname). It is better that we do it now so people won't be confused after the adoption is finalized. No words were spoken as John wrapped his arms around my body and confirmed his approval of my suggestion.
Telling my son to finish breakfast and I'd give him some fantastic news. As he quickly finished his breakfast, I informed him the Military Adjutant for the President came knocking at the door and we are having dinner with POTUS at 1900 tomorrow. (I didn't know a kid could look so terrified!) I smiled at my son and told him... if you feel scared or intimidated just close your eyes and picture him naked... solves the problem every time.
Other than relinquishing my sidearms to the Secret Service, dinner with the President went better than expected. POTUS talked to John and said he had to admit he was the one who signed off on the actions that caused your father to be killed. John was most mature and told POTUS his father had talked with him often about the risks of battle and if anything happened to him there was no one to blame. It was the risk of every man in the military accepts. Mr. President, you have no reason to feel guilty! I doubted if I would ever be prouder of my son than I was at that moment.
Finally, the morning arrived that we would be returning to Fort Connor. As we boarded the small jet for the trip, I handed John a few doggie treats for his pocket to spoil his new best friend who would meet him on our arrival. The armed security detail never fazed him and "Monster" knew exactly which pocket held the doggie treats. John had one soggy pair of slacks as Monster licked the material until John produced the treats for his new best friend.
Then we had to face the
inevitable. Doc drew his standard off base blood tests and then took a large
number of vials of blood from my son. I knew Doc was being proactive and I
prayed he didn't find anything of significance. Commenting to my son he needed
three shots to bring him up-to-date. Two would go in his arms and the third
need to go into his butt. John was a true "Army Brat" and it never fazed him.
He took the two shots in his arms then loosened his belt and bent over the
table so Doc could give him the last shot. (Doc really did make it nearly
painless for imps.) Soldiers he felt if they could take a bullet a large bore
needle shouldn't bother them. (Thanks Doc, but your shots usually hurt like
hell!)
John took to Army life at Fort Connor like a Duck takes to water. I was surprised one morning when my Commanding Generals ask me to join them in their office. As I sat there an attractive young Captain entered and as most people the first time they meet a six star General turn into a babbling mass of stupidity barely able to state "Reporting as Ordered".
Explaining the details regarding John and his being the son of the base commander we always have a 1 on 1 protector for such high risk imps. He has accepted the loss of his father but it is evident he still has relapses of PTSD regarding the death. He needs a friend as well as a protector. Reviewing your military record and achievement I doubt if you will refuse the assignment but I have one final questions before I approve your transfer to Alpha Zulu. "Would you take a bullet for this young man?" With a commanding voice he answered YES! We then advised him not to be surprised if when he is in Washington, he receives a command performance for POTUS. POTUS takes special interest in any Protector we add to Alpha Zulu.
Now, if you would join us for a great lunch, we'll introduce you to John and ask him to give you the tour of Fort Connor. This will allow you two to get to know each other before we break the news to him you are his personal full-time security and Protector.
John turned to his father at lunch and asked who the "hunk" Captain was at the end of the table with the Generals. General Masters smiled thinking this might be easier than anyone anticipated. As General Master video conferenced with Dale and Dwight later in the day, he commented he would be sending John's protector to Washington to be fitted for his new uniforms and his unavoidable meeting with POTUS. And, if you can arrange it will you please have his "Saber" sent to me by secure mail so I can offer John the option of presenting it to him at his commissioning as a Bird Colonel.
True to our warning, POTUS's military aide was knocking at the door the same day our Protector received his new uniforms. Commenting: "With the President's compliment, you are invited for dinner in the private residence of the White House 2000 hours tomorrow." And, again the man pulled a vanishing act.
As the Marriott Manager announced his transportation had arrived to take him to the White House our Captain was a basket case. POTUS was jovial commenting he had a less than average stressful day. He was happy the Captain accepted his invitation.
Let's enjoy a good meal, not as good as the mess at Fort Connor but as good as anyone will be served in the White House. I told the FBI to covertly get the receipt for the Marriott's fantastic cheesecake with raspberry topping, but they failed commenting the only place the receipt exists is in the brain of the chef. Make sure to enjoy it before you return to Fort Connor.
And, if you haven't tried the home made vanilla ice cream with hot fudge topping in the mess at Fort Connor you are really missing a treat. It is a bribe no imp will turn down.
By the end of the meal and a bottle of 20 year old single malt scotch our captain was mighty relaxed. Finally feeling at ease with POTUS he was told that POTUS takes a special interest in every imp at Fort Connor but John especially. I'm the one who put his father in harms way and caused his death. Will you protect him with your life? Our captain answered in a commanding voice... "I pledge my life and sacred honor to protect him at all times"
Thank you Captain, I still have some work on my desk so if you'll excuse me the secret service will provide your transport back to the Marriott. It has been a pleasure to meet you and have this conversation.
Dale, Dwight, Paul and Carlos were all waiting for the Captain to return from the White House. "How did it go?" The Captain only smiled and commented he had polished off a bottle of aged single malt and he would be paying the price in the morning. Ask me in the morning after the men with the mallets hammering my brain complete their duty assignment.
At brunch our Captain was still in agony from the quantity of Scotch he had consumed. He did comment POTUS was very guilty at sending John's father into battle and causing his death. He wanted the assurance I would defend John with my life.
We all assured him POTUS was as close as your wrist com if you ever need assistance. Use it wisely and don't abuse it and it will be the ultimate weapon in your arsenal.
Walking down the plane ramp wearing dark glasses security immediately transported him to Medical. Doc quipped: "Do I need to order a blood alcohol on you"? "Doc, my blood is 100 proof Scotch compliments of dinner with POTUS. I'm guilty as charged!"
Doc smiled and ordered 24 hours of bed rest and he didn't want to see his body before Flag Raising tomorrow. (Miracles do happen at Fort Connor!)
As our three Generals met in their office as they needed to decide on the best way to break the news to John our new Captain was to be his full time 24/7 protector. Asking John to take a break from school and report to our office he was somewhat in shock wondering what he had done.
We three Generals pleaded guilty to deceiving you my son. The young captain you gave the guided tour around Fort Connor is here to be your full time protector. Before I could say don't be upset with me... my son had his arms around my neck thanking me for being the best dad possible.
If you want to make points with your protector POTUS got him pretty relaxed on 20 year old single malt scotch last night and Doc just put him on 24 hour bed rest to recover. I'd go smile at the Mess Master Sergeant and ask for a big bowl of ice cream with plenty of hot fudge topping and two spoons. Currently, our Captain is billeted in the bedroom next to yours. You can catch up on your school work tomorrow.
In a flash a very happy son was rushing out of our office on his way to the mess. Returning to his quarters he quietly knocked at the bedroom door of our Captain requesting admittance. Producing the fantastic desert only available at Fort Connor the two spoons didn't go unnoticed. Even with a Scotch hangover the ice cream and hot fudge was truly delicious. John spoke saying Dad just told me you are going to be my full time protector. Can I hug you and kiss you or would that be too painful at the moment. As they wrapped their arms around each other it was the start of a life-long friendship that most predicted would end at the altar of our chapel.
OPS awakening us at 0300 hours with an emergency video conference with POTUS is never a good sign. Asking General Masters to join us POTUS was obviously in shock at the moment. Generals, our Cardinal Secretary of State just got me out of bed to advise me the Pope is dying. He is requesting a private audience with John Allen Masters before he meets his God. This happened once before with Dale Gordon Longdick Allman and look at what he accomplished for our country. I am asking you as a friend with no expectations in return to make this great man's last request on earth fulfilled.
Your behemoth has all its wing tanks filled to maximum capacity and your pilots have been told to hell with economy and to kick in the afterburners and max out the plane. Don't do this for me, do this for a great man and don't deny your son this fantastic opportunity in his life.
As we slipped the Captain's dress saber and his new Colonel's Eagles in our go bag we hoped John would participate in his commissioning once we got to cruising altitude over the Atlantic.
John was still mostly asleep as we strapped him in our jet and was routed priority military traffic to Andrews AFB. As I carried my son up the ramp and strapped him in his seat he continued to slumber contently. As he finally awoke from what he called a bad dream he asked where he was. He was in shock when we told him we were somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.
I asked John what religion he and his father were. He was raised a Catholic, attended a parochial school but we weren't really religious. We respected all religions and the right of all to have their religious beliefs. I hate to tell you the Pope is dying and he is asking to talk with you before he leaves this earth. We are on a priority military flight to Rome with fighter escort the complete way. I won't force you to meet with the Pope but you'll regret it the rest of your life if you don't.
"Dad, just the thought scares the hell out of me but if you think it is the right thing to do... I trust you!"
And, now the Generals would like to see you in their office. (What now, this day can't get more complex.) The Generals were all smiles when they commented this is usually done with the full formation of soldiers at Fort Connor. But, considering the current situation we felt it should be done before we reach Rome. Your Captain will be commissioned as a Bird Colonel and your protector. We'd like you to participate and hold the bible for him. Also, we have a gift of his dress saber compliments of us Generals and of you. We'd like you to present it to him after he takes his oath.
Entering the main compartment, the four of us stood together and asked the Captain to join us. As he stood at attention he was asked if he was prepared to take the commissioning oath of a full Colonel in the United States Army. "With God's help I am prepared to meet my destiny!"
I Ricardo Allen Jackson, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.
Ricardo kissed the bible, hugged John as we Generals exchanged his Captain's bars for his new Colonel's Eagles. As John asked him to let him down for a minute he had a present for his new Colonel. Handing Ricardo a case which could only contained his dress Saber it saw it was engraved and personalized from the Generals and from John. He truly did have a loving family at Alpha Zulu and Fort Connors.
Our Pilots definitely burned the fuel and we made record time to Rome. Air Traffic Control in the tower was concerned if they had enough room to land our behemoth of a plane. Assuring them we'd land on a dime just clear the airspace. We have priority military authorization.
Leaving a security detail with the plane we entered the armored limousine provided by the American Embassy and with both Military Police and a Local Police escort we raced through the streets of Rome to the Vatican. We were forced to leave our transportation outside of the Vatican border and the Swiss Guard escorted us to the Papal private chambers.
The Cardinal Secretary of State for the Vatican greeted us stating we didn't have much time left. The Pope is getting weaker by the minute and the only reason he is still alive is his desire to talk with this young man.
The Father can wait immediately inside the door but only the young man will be allowed to converse with the Pontiff. As the Cardinal walked John to the bed of the dying Pope the pontiff took his hand and thanked him for coming so swiftly. "I don't have much time left on this earth but my father in heaven came to me with a message for you." "You will face many challenges in life and he wants you to know he will always provide you with the strength and guidance to surmount any challenge." "May God be with you my son!" The Pope then closed his eyes and went to his eternal rest as the monitors tone indicated his heart and breathing had stopped.
John was in tears as he walked to our transportation and was taken to the American Embassy. The American Ambassador was adamant he wanted to know what was said. The Generals only turned to the Ambassador and commented we only answered to the President of the United States so please show us our rooms for the night. We will be gone at first light.
Asking John and General Masters to join our six star Commanding Generals before they retired for the night they had to made John aware of a potential problem. It isn't that we aren't interested in what the Pope told you, but we are military officers and we can be forced to divulge information even given to us by our family. Unless you are ready for the entire world to know what you were told don't tell anyone ever. Now go get some well deserved sleep and I would suggest in the arms of your father or your protector. You shouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
Video Conferencing with POTUS as we flew back across the Atlantic he only commented there was a leak somewhere and the White House "sharks" are already demanding access to John and wanting to know what the Pope would share with such a young man. If you can prep him inflight the sooner we get this done the sooner he can have a normal life.
As John awoke from an exhaustive sleep we told him we needed to chat with him. The White House Press are already demanding access to you wanting to know what the Pope shared with you. Whether or not you want to share this information with anyone is up to you but we can't avoid the interview for more than a few days. When you are ready the White House Press Secretary will set it up.
John understood if he shared the information to anyone it would become public knowledge to everyone in the world. He respected this great man and for whatever reason he shared this information with him, he would value it his entire life.
As POTUS was setting the framework for the interview he was adamant that John went as a private citizen and not as a representative of the United States Government. He accompanied his father, a four star General in the Army and our two six star Ambassadors at Large for the United States. Only John was allowed to talk with the Pope and whether or not he wishes to share what was told to him by the Pope is totally his decision.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press (and I do hope you will act like Ladies and Gentlemen) I give you John Allen Masters.
"I have a few prepared comments: I have no idea why the pontiff wanted to talk with me. I have great respect for this man and I will not under any circumstance share with anyone what he shared with me. So, please don't insult my intelligence by using the back door approach to asking what was shared. The answer is and always will be NEXT QUESTION PLEASE!
John held his own against the White House sharks and would make Dale Gordon Longdick Allman proud. Whatever the future held for John, we Generals would only support any endeavor in his life.
Without advance notice, Worthington One was requesting permission to land at Fort Connor. Granting permission we Generals raced to the landing strip to find out why no advanced notice. Once we saw the Cardinal Chaplain walk down the ramp behind T&T we knew why the confidential nature of this trip.
Inviting them to retreat and our evening meal we knew T&T would never turn down a free meal. The Cardinal Chaplain was always welcomed as an old friend at Fort Connor. It truly was a homecoming and one he appreciated greatly.
After a lengthy period of sincere welcome from the men of Alpha Zulu and enjoying a fantastic Fort Connor meal, our Cardinal asked if we could meet in the Generals great room as he had much to discuss with us. As he held John's hand as we walked to our quarters, he and the Fort Connor Chaplain sat comfortably with us Generals and John.
Asking his aide to give him the package delivered to him by the Vatican, he gave it to John saying it was a gift from the late Pope left to him in his will. Opening the package, we looked in awe on a jewel studded solid gold reliquary. It was beautiful beyond belief and as we would learn later worth more than what we Generals were paid in a year. Opening the reliquary was a rosary with a solid gold crucifix. This had been in his family for over 500 years and was priceless. He hopes it will give you the strength to meet the challenges of your future as it helped him to meet the challenges in his life.
Now Generals, if you will break open one of your precious bottles of 20 year old single malt Scotch Whiskey... well, it has been a long trip. We all chuckled as we broke out the scotch and glasses. Colonel Jackson commented John had an exhaustive few days and they would be calling it an early evening so please excuse them.
As they exited the room, we all wondered what the future held for John and how much his Protector would be needed. T&T commented if the Cardinal wanted to get back to the Ambassadors Resident before midnight they needed to get "wheels up" shortly. Saying goodbye to our old friend as we knelt in respect and kissed his ring regardless of our religious affiliation. He had always been and always will be a man of God and dedicated to the service of man.
The White House Press Conference only stoked the fire and didn't stop the massive amount of inquires as to what was shared between the two individuals. It was no surprise in my morning secure mail was a Congressional Subpoena for us three Generals... AND JOHN!
POTUS went ballistic and invoked EXECUTIVE PRIVILEGE! That really threw gas on the fire. Every time we were in Washington the Marriott lobby was full of local, national and international press trying to get a "sound byte". John cried as he apologized for causing so much trouble for the people he loved. We held him, kissed him and told him it is part of being a family. Do what you feel is right and we will always support you. "Please, take me back to Fort Connor and let me live a quiet and peaceful life." We Generals turned to Colonel Jackson and commented we felt he needed a partner in bed tonight. The Colonel smiled as he took John in his arms and carried him to bed.
T&T were playing "hard ball" and posted all access to the Penthouse level: "Restricted Area". No warning shot will be issue. Use of lethal force has been authorized. Trespassers will be shot! (or eaten by Monster)
With all the stress in his recent life we Generals were in shock when we received John's test scores. He tested above average but the tests they use to show potential rated him in the upper 1% of the 1%. We had an underutilized genius again at Fort Connor. Perhaps Dale Gordon Longdick Allman had returned from the grave. (A thought that never escaped the lips of any General or Protector. John Allen Roberts would be what he wanted to be. We would never force him in any way to do anything against his will.)
The days of easy homework assignments were a thing of the past and fortunately John had a great study partner in a Protector who had received multiple Ph.D's. Something we failed to notice or consider when we were selecting him as John's protector. We really lucked out, but we also realized with these two being in constant contact with each other a budding romance would develop. His father accepted John could do far worse selecting a partner in life.
Finally, one night John knocked at the office door of his father and asked if he had time to chat. Embarrassed to the MAX he candidly admitted every time he is around his protector he gets a raging erection that won't go away. General Masters could remember his teenage years and had to smile at his son. Telling him it is normal and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Every young man going through puberty has the same problem. But, you my son I fear have feelings that go far beyond friendship with your protector. When you are ready, you need to share these feelings with him. Even if he doesn't have romantic feelings for you a good friend is even more valuable than a partner but when you can have both it makes for a fantastic life.
One evening at sunset John and Colonel Jackson walked hand in hand to the meditation garden and sat on the marble bench just to talk. Looking at the bronze statue of Dale and Duke John commented he knew why Dale had such intense romantic feelings for Duke. To the shock of the Colonel, John freely admitted he had the same feelings for his protector.
As John wrapped his arms around the neck of his beloved Colonel, their lips met and they shared the most passionate French kiss that caused their rock hard erections to explode and it was evident as the cum seeped through their BDU's. Yes, we have an imp and a protector in love and it wasn't a new occurrence at Fort Connor.
It would be a few years before John was old enough to be married but General Masters had to smile that John's bed was never slept in. Some details of his son's life he need not know but he was happy for John and would never stand in the way of his happiness.
A few weeks later during the night General Masters felt a cold draft and realized someone had opened the secure door to their quarters. Exiting his bedroom armed General Masters immediately went down with a single shot to his chest. The intruder then packed John's bedroom door with explosives and destroyed it to gain entrance. By the time he realized the room was empty Colonel Jackson had taken his side arm from the secure gun cabinet. Exiting his bedroom, he saw the armed intruder and emptied his ammo clip into the face of the intruder.
Declaring a medical emergency all hell broke loose as Doc tried to stabilize General Masters and our Commanding Generals wanted to know after all the precautions that had been taken how an armed intruder could get so far into Fort Connor to threaten an imp. They wanted answers and they wanted them YESTERDAY!
Getting T&T out of bed they were demanding answers and they wanted them now. Activate your "Brain Trust" and tell OPS if they can't figure it out there are going to be a lot of men demoted to private and booted out of the military. We want answers and we want them now!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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