ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 141 – The Urge for Vengence
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Abraham Lincoln Washington: Six Star General of the Armies – Tatical Alpha Zulu 69
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 RET – 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 Alexander III: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector for the sons of John Allen Masters
Harold John Alexander-Masters: Son of Harold Alexander III & John Allen Masteres
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)
Hector Louise Roberto Montoya: Six Star General of the Armies – Administration Alpha Zulu 69
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 Allen Masters: Son of General John Masters and Ambassador at Large for POTUS
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 RET – 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)
Doc had the unfortunate job of informing the patient and his partner not only did he need to repair both the physical and psychological damage of his rape... they gave him HIV which could become AIDS if left untreated.
HIV is no longer a death sentence although I am obligated to advise the prison physician to check the men sentenced for HIV and provide treatment for them when they find the man or men who gave you this disease.
Once we get your viral load down, you'll need to take a pill a day to control the virus and keep the count low enough it isn't a risk to you and your partner. No one thinks the less of you... REMEMBER... WE ALL KNOW YOU WERE THE VICTIM!
We will add an anti-viral to your IV solution until we get the load down to near negative and then you can start your pill a day regiment. When you are ready, I'll discuss the surgeries I feel are necessary for you to resume a normal sex life with your partner. Every man at Fort Connor is gay from our six star Generals to our newest private. Every man on base would volunteer for a "Black Ops" team to castrate your attackers. Rape is Rape whether it is done to a man or a woman. With the senior staff of your former base getting sentenced to 20 years at hard labor I doubt even a case of Viagra will help them get an erection and let them harm another person when they are released. Statistically, the men sentenced will meet a number of gay guards who will remind them of the poor choice they made in life. I just hope they read the chart of their prisoners and use condoms.
Get some sleep now and I'll order some medication to help you relax. You have a full day in surgery tomorrow and I know your partner will be pacing the halls waiting for us to return you to your room. Privately, Doc asked his patient's partner if he had sex with his partner since he arrived at Fort Connor. He timidly admitted he had given his partner a few sessions of oral sex. OK, let's go to the lab and draw some blood and see if I have one or two patients to start treatment on tomorrow.
Doc breathed a sigh of relief when the test came back negative but also advised his patient he needed to be tested regularly for the next six months. So, unfortunately, you and your partner are in sexual purgatory until further notice. You can use your hand but be careful where you deposit his ejaculations and use gloves when you clean it off of his body and whatever else you aim to coat with the ejaculation.
It probably will be wise to put you on PREP just to be safe having sex with your partner. Be honest with your doctor when you leave Fort Connor.
If the patient and his partner thought life couldn't get much worse, Doc had a new group of medical residents rotating through on Dale's residency program he had set up to ease the workload on Doc. The one young doctor made the comment he didn't go to medical school all these years to "treat a fucking queer"! Doc went ballistic. "MY OFFICE, NOW!" The ass chewing the young doctor got had the walls shaking and most of the staff wondering if they should intervene and protect Doc from doing something that might ruin his career. Finally, the door of Doc's office opened and a distraught young physician exited wondering if his career was over before it began. If he had known what would happen that evening, he would have his bags packed and begging the generals for an immediate transfer to another unit, any unit, just get me the hell out of here!
As our young doctor was sleeping a group of men burst into his quarters, gagged and blindfolded him and advised him they felt an attitude adjustment was needed considering his attitude in providing care for our gay "brother". Putting the young Captain in protective padding for the next two hours he was the "practice dummy" for 1st Sergeant Monster. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Whether a man is gay, bi or straight he deserves proper medical care and if you can't provide it then you should choose another occupation. The final comment from his abductors had our young doc so terrified he had his pants soaked with his urine. "IF WE HAVE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH A REFRESHER COURSE ON HOW TO TREAT YOUR PATIENTS YOU'LL HAVE A REPEAT PERFORMANCE WITH THE 1ST SERGEANT WITHOUT PADS!"
As our young doctor hobbled to flag raising the next morning Doc commented to Senior Staff it looked like our young Captain had a rough workout this morning. The men around Doc chocked on their food as they assured Doc the Captain had a unique workout he never wanted to ever experience again in his life. The Fort Connor infamous grapevine had advised every man on base of the "behavior modification" provided for our Captain and assured Doc they doubted if it would ever be required again.
Everyone was surprised to find a jar of "Doggie Treats" on Doc's desk which was constantly kept full as Doc kept the 1st Sergeant well supplied with his "sweet fang" treats. Yes, Doc finally joined the rest of the men of Alpha Zulu who had a love/hate relationship with the 1st Sergeant.
Doc now had to give his patient the news of his pending surgery. His rectal muscles had some serious tares resulting in total loss of muscle control and the necessity of wearing diapers 24 hours a day. If the surgery is successful, we can eliminate the diapers but the down side is... you remember how the first bowel movement hurt after your first night of anal sex. That gives you some idea of the pain you'll have the first few days even putting you on a soft diet.
Once we get the major tares healed we can work on the minor damage to your rectal muscles and hopefully a normal sex life with your partner other than enjoying the experience of your first time with your partner all over again. When we are done, you'll be as close to being a virgin as medicine can make you. Turning to his partner, I expect you to be a gentleman when I give you the OK to make love to this man. It is rare for a man to offer his virginity twice in his life. Consider yourself one lucky man.
The surgery went even better than Doc expected and Doc was thanking Roger for guiding his hand and helping him when the procedure got difficult. Roger wished he knew the pleasure of making love with a man but it wasn't to be. (Roger should be the first one to know and believe MIRACLES DO HAPPEN!)
Two weeks after surgery Doc met with the patient and his partner. The moment of truth had finally arrived and Doc was giving the pair the "green light" to engage in anal sex. If any bleeding was present they were to immediately stop and immediately contact Doc.
Once the men of Fort Connor heard the news about our resident patient being given the green light to consummate his love with his partner, the men outdid themselves. OPS let them have access to a VIP Suite and the men outdid themselves with the flowers, candles, silk sheets, mega lube and Doc's super lube in abundance after hearing this would be a near virgin event. Every man knew what it felt like the morning after they gave their virginity to their lover. They would make certain our patient would have minimal distress in his life. After what he had been through, he deserved a wonderful night and every man only wanted to make this the perfect experience for both men.
The mess staff were devious as they prepared every food known to man to stimulate the libido of the two men. It was such an erotic menu. The two men smiled at the effort that had been put forth by the soldiers of Alpha Zulu to make this such a positive night in their lives.
By morning our two lovers were exhausted and sexually exhausted to the point of returning to medical and the patient went back to his bed and await the judgement of Doc or his wrath if they had ruined his repair work.
As Doc entered wearing a big smile he commented the grapevine is advising Fort Connor they accomplished their mission goals and you two did enjoy yourselves. Make sure to thank the men when you get paroled and can meet all the great guys who only want the best for you two.
As Doc selected a BIG speculum from the procedure tray, he greased it liberally and as his partner watched in near terror Doc opened it to full width and visually inspected for any damage that might have been done. Commenting his partner was one damn good lover. As the patient thanked Doc but would you please crank that damn thing down a notch, it feels like you are tearing my ass apart. Doc smiled as he took the can of aerosol spray off the cart and liberally sprayed as deep as possible on the internal tissue. IMMEDIATE RELIEF!!! "Doc, you do work miracles!" Doc had to smile as he turned to his patients partner and comment "I bet you have one raw cock after a night of opening up your partner again". Our soldier turned multiple shades of RED as Doc issued the command: "DROP `EM"!
Doc wasn't surprised to see an angry red piece of flesh that had conquered and pleasured his patient last night. Doc only smiled and asked: "Was it worth it"? "HELL YES!!!" You made him better than new. My cock has never hurt this much and made me feel so good in the process. Doc only asked the man to stand still and he would give him some relief. Using the balance of his spray can Doc smiled as the man sighed in relief. Advising the pair, they should wait till they were pain free before they again pleasured each other, for the first time Doc was impressed and so glad they enjoyed themselves. There were cracks forming in that wall Doc has built around him with the reputation of being a HARD ASS!
It shocked everyone when Doc ordered the partner into the adjoining bed for 48 hours of rest and recovery from his night's activity. We'll keep you comfortable as your tissue heals. If the sheets are uncomfortable on your skin, just close the room door and anyone will knock before entering. You'll have plenty of time to throw the sheet over your naked body. To the men of Alpha Zulu, a naked body is just a normal daily occurrence around Fort Connor.
"POTUS requesting a video conference with you two Generals, Sirs!" (LIKE WE CAN SAY NO?) Send him through, time to find out how he is going to screw up our lives this time. As a smiling POTUS appeared on our big screen we knew this was not going to be an enjoyable conversation. "Generals, Harold and our two adult imps are in the air and should be landing at Fort Connor shortly. I want Doc to give them the most invasive physical possible and make sure their episode with our biker friends didn't leave any surprises lurking in their bodies. Harold is there for some R&R so take it easy on him. I had to `brow beat' him something fierce to get him to leave me and the White House. Even the Secret Service commented I might have gone too far in getting him to relax at Fort Connor. Take care of my family and I trust you with their lives!"
I had OPS call a meeting of senior staff and the camp grapevine was in overdrive trying to find out what was happening. Doc was elated (NOT) to have two new patients with a power hungry father who was one of the few men who could make his life miserable. As our meeting was breaking up OPS announced we had a plane squawking Worthington One requesting permission to land. Granting permission to land we proceeded to the runway to greet our guests. (POTUS hadn't warned us T&T were coming also.)
As T&T descended from Worthington One, their identity was verified and we greeted our old friends. They had heard (Actually, the entire White House heard) Harold and our two adult imps were "vacationing" at Fort Connor. We decided Harold would enjoy some social interaction with two of his good friends. At least until Doc quits being Doc and turns the imps loose on the men of Alpha Zulu. (I wonder if they are too big to hang from the top of the flag poles?) Oh, well... POTUS knew what to expect when he sent them to vacation here at Fort Connor.
Within minutes of T&T's arrival OPS announced a cargo plane requesting permission to land. As no plane was scheduled we brought the base to alert status and wanted to be prepared for anything. We all were shocked when Harold and his two adult imps descended from a CARGO PLANE! (Oh, how the mighty have fallen!!!) Harold saw me shaking my head and knew exactly what I was thinking. We were told if we wanted an executive jet it would take a few hours to get pilots back to base returning from their scheduled time off. So, we opted for the "luxury accommodations" of this plane and it did us good to see how the "other half lives".
There was almost a mutiny when I advised security to escort our now adult imps to Medical. They would be in Doc's tender loving care until further notice. "These orders come from the highest authority and there is no appeal!" Save your energy, and if you cause Doc any problems you'll find 1st Sergeant Monster looking for a good workout partner! Our imps reluctantly accepted their fate and security escorted them without incident to Medical. (Like, how far can they escape on an island surrounded by hungry sharks.)
As we sat comfortably in our Great Room after our evening meal Harold was commenting his partner was on a power trip and we three were the recipients. We commented to Harold as long as he was here anyway, he might as well have Doc check him out. It might make Doc's work on the imps easier if they knew they weren't being singled out by their dad.
Adding Doc to our conspiracy he informed us he had two very pissed off imps in Medical who couldn't wait to get even with their father. Informing Doc if he even thought about doing a lower GI study the imps would take their chances with the sharks. I had to chuckle thinking our sharks hadn't had any human treats of late. They would probably enjoy some tender imp flesh.
Harold invited T&T to join him in the Mini-Mansion which definitely was what T&T were planning when they arrived unannounced. The minute Doc heard T&T were staying he cornered the two business executives and asked when was the last time you had a complete physical? When they couldn't remember Doc only issued the dictum: "Your physical evaluation will start immediately after breakfast is finished. Don't make me send a security detail to find you because if I do it will include 1st Sergeant Monster!" Damn, Doc is playing "Hard Ball"!
Our now FIVE patients knew why Doc had the reputation for being a vampire. They were aghast at the amount of blood Doc ran for tests. Then the fun of a full body scan and the hours it took for Doc and his residents to review the results. 2300 hours and my wrist com goes off and Doc is telling us to make ourselves presentable he'd be at our front door in four minutes. THIS CAN'T BE GOOD!
Doc calmly asked for a double moonshine. This was going to be a difficult night for him. As he was reviewing Harold's body scan it showed a large mass in his abdomen. Definitely not something I was hoping to find but it should have been caught by the doctors at Bethesda when they did his physical exam. POTUS has been under an enormous amount of stress lately and this might just be more than he is able to handle at the moment. Time to add POTUS to this conversation.
Asking OPS to see if POTUS was available for a video conference. Looking at two serious Generals and a Doc that was totally out of character POTUS was intuitive enough to simply ask: "What's Wrong"!?
Doc spoke in a firm authoritative manner of a medical professional. POTUS cut him off and demanded to know who it was and what the problem is. Nix the double talk and tell me the truth in plain and simple language I can understand.
"Mr. President, I found a mass in Harold's abdomen when I reviewed his scan this evening." I think you should be here when I tell him and we should do a biopsy as soon as possible. I can send the biopsy results out to the four top men in the field and we will know what we are dealing with within hours. Doc, I'll clear my schedule and be at Fort Connor for breakfast. I think the family should be together when we break the news to Harold. He is a fighter so I know what his answer will be regardless of what the tests show. I'll schedule the biopsy for mid-morning tomorrow and hopefully we'll have the results by the end of the day. I'll do the biopsy "anonymously" and with a "high priority" rush on them.
POTUS spent a sleepless night and it was all too apparent as he descended the steps of Air Force One. Trying to act as normal as possible the imps rushed to hug their father as Harold Saluted his Commander-in-Chief and then kissed his partner. POTUS only commented: "Whatever the mess is serving smells delicious and I'm starving. Let's eat!"
As we finished our normal daily staff meeting I asked Harold, Doc and the Chaplain to stay. POTUS entered with two imps who obviously had been crying. As the rushed to hug Harold he demanded to know what was happening. As POTUS held the man he loves in his arms he was in tears to admit Doc had found a mass on the scan he did yesterday. Harold turned to Doc and only commented what happened to medical confidentiality. (It goes out the window when you are married to the most powerful man in the free world.) Doc commented he had a biopsy scheduled for 1000 hours and he would send the results to the four top men in the field for a diagnosis. Hopefully, by our evening meal we will know what we are dealing with. Everyone was in agreement as I asked the Chaplain to pray for a positive outcome and to give us all the strength to face the challenges of the day.
POTUS excused himself and walked escorted by a small Secret Service detail to our Chapel. Kneeling in prayer he held the rosary given to him many years ago as a small imp and prayed for the strength to help Harold through this journey he now faced in life. Harold and the boys joined POTUS and they knelt in prayer until it was time to walk Harold back to Medical so he could be prepped for his biopsy. It took about an hour to do the biopsy and another hour for Harold to recover from the sedation they used. Doc had the biopsy processed and sent the cross sections out electronically asking for the results as quickly as possible.
The entire base was pensive as we all awaited the results of the biopsy. We were all ONE family and we all cared deeply for Harold. As we killed time enjoying the arcade games and the laser tag we found that POTUS was indeed a crack shot and I wouldn't want to face off with him and expect to live through a gun fight. Our coms went off and Doc announced he had the biopsy results back. Would we meet in his office in 15 minutes.
We were all in his office waiting to hear the results in under five minutes. As POTUS held Harold's hand and the imps clutched both of their fathers Doc announced the four specialists were all in agreement it was a benign tumor. The sooner it was removed the better of a chance for no complications with the patient.
Doc turned to POTUS and Harold commenting he could have a specialist flown in by tomorrow for the surgery or Doc would do it if they felt he was competent enough and they trusted him. POTUS and Harold were in total agreement... they both trusted Doc with their lives. "If you feel you can do it that is good enough for us."
Let's go enjoy dinner and Harold, nothing to eat or drink after 2400 hours tonight. I want you in Medical immediately after breakfast with the family... and YES, you can watch them enjoy the breakfast but you my friend are still restricted from eating.
As Harold was going under from his sedation, he commented to Doc to check out POTUS. After our stress management session of last night, I do believe even his boxers are causing him immense pain and I had to smile at how much these two men were still in love.
After a flawless surgery (Yes, Roger was my assistant) I met with POTUS, the imps and the Generals to announce the tumor was removed and we'd know for certain it was benign after we sent it off to the lab for a complete dissection. "Mr. President, I need to speak with you privately!" "Your partner turned you into me so drop your pants and let's see how bad a shape you are in." POTUS was embarrassed as he removed his slacks and boxers. YUP, he really had a raw hunk of meat hanging between his legs. POTUS only commented he was knowledgeable of the routine so spray me with your miracle cure that will take away the pain and then give me 14 days of sexual purgatory. "Actually, Mr. President... I won't give you 14 days of no sex if you promise to take it easy on your "equipment" and treat it and your partner better." "Just make certain to see me immediately if the pain returns or you have any bleeding from the head or shaft of your penis." "Harold will need a loving partner even more than the drugs I'll be giving him for the pain." "Just put the `Treatment in Progress" sign on the door and don't get carried away... the rooms aren't soundproof."
POTUS smiled as he commented he had heard rumors Doc was turning into an old softie. THANKS DOC! "Any idea of how long before my partner will be back among the land of the living?" Probably another hour minimum so take your sons to the mess and treat them to a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with plenty of hot fudge topping. I know the mess would never turn down two famished imps and their "Commander-in-Chief".
As POTUS invited his imps to join him in the Mess he extended the offer to us also as we were always considered part of his extended family and by now the grapevine has announced to the entire base that Harold will be fine. T&T were a basket case at breakfast and I know they will be saying a prayer to God and Roger for guiding Doc's hand. POTUS asked OPS to have T&T join us in the mess... we were having a family celebration and they were family also.
As the Imps walked hand in hand with POTUS back to Medical we all waited for Harold to come back and be functional again. He was one drugged up General and barely knew what had happened other than his gut hurt like hell. POTUS only chided saying we needed to send Doc back to school for some refresher courses. (Better be nice to Doc before he loses your "shot record" and you get to start from scratch... not a pleasant experience and I speak from first hand knowledge.") NEVER PISS OFF A MEDIC!
As we stopped by to visit after breakfast Harold was alert and functioning within normal parameters and griping about the hospital food. The food was better in the mess and he wanted his meals catered. Our five star pain in the ass General would learn quickly not to talk bad of the people who would need to sign off on his release from the captivity of medical.
Doc put a two months restriction on any heavy duty working out and the imps made certain Doc's instructions were followed. Even if it meant 1st Sergeant Monster standing between our General and the exercise equipment he wanted to use. (Damn, the imps were playing hard ball.)
Finally, the day arrived the imps had a clean bill of health and Doc felt Harold could return to the "rat race" of the White House and the day to day "fires" that need to be extinguished. As much as he respected Doc for his ability his bedside manner SUCKED BIG TIME! Harold missed the Fort Connor mess and made it a point to drop in on T&T especially around meal time so he could enjoy the Marriott cooking, the 2nd best food in comparison to the Mess at Fort Connor but far better than what was served at the White House.
The imps never complained about the food they ate so long as there were plenty of hamburgers... Rare or burned to a crisp they would devour hamburgers like piranhas devouring the carcass of a poor animal that had fallen into their midst. (I swear imps have hollow legs when it comes to eating hamburgers.)
All was calm and quiet at the White House when in the middle of the night screams were heard coming from the 3rd floor residence and Secret Service were rushing with guns drawn attempting to figure out what was happening. They refused to let POTUS leave his bedroom until it was determined the screaming was coming from the room of his sons.
Yes, the two finally had their first brush with PTSD and POTUS knew whether they like it or not the best care available was the love of the men of Alpha Zulu and the professional ability of Doc and the Chaplain. They definitely would be earning those four stars on their shoulders this time around.
POTUS waited till after breakfast to video conference with the Generals at their morning staff meeting. He wanted everyone to know why the imps were returning and he knew everyone would help in every way possible to give his sons the security they need to feel safe again. Besides, Harold needs some cheering up considering between the quality of food and Doc's tender loving care. Just when he finally thought he had escaped Doc's clutches and joining us back in the working world, I'm sending him back to Fort Connor to be with our sons.
"For all you have done for me and my family I can never thank you enough." Just remind my imps they aren't too big to avoid being placed over your knee and if they need a personal protection detail make it 1st Sergeant Monster. He'll keep them on the "straight and narrow". Monster has no sense of humor and with the right command won't even cave in for a handful of doggie treats.
POTUS stopped mid-sentence and officially asked if one War Dog was sufficient for our needs. Actually, Sir... a second dog would be much appreciated but they are in demand by every agency in government. POTUS only smiled and told us to leave it to him. We closed the conversation asking if he was getting us a second War Dog to make it a male. We don't want another paternity suit against one of our soldiers even if it was our "War Dog". POTUS doubled up in laughter as he hit DISCONNECT!
An overworked Captain sat at his desk in the Pentagon overseeing the War Dog program. When his commanding officer walked in, he only wanted to know who he had pissed off now. You are requested at the White House immediately by POTUS. I'd suggest you juggle your schedule and make it a priority item in your life unless you like the Alaskan winters.
As a very nervous Captain sat waiting for POTUS to invite him into the Oval Office... his moment of destiny finally arrived and a smiling POTUS invited him in and asked if he wanted Coffee, Tea or a soft drink beverage. Nothing Sir, how can I be of assistance?
POTUS was equally as efficient and went directly to the matter at hand. "Captain, I need a second War Dog for Alpha Zulu... how soon can you make it happen?" Our current class will graduate next week so within a few days of graduation. I'll personally select the best dog for their program but you'll need to have their trainer on site at the school immediately so we can give him a crash course in how to handle the animal. What else he needs to know he can learn from their existing trainer. POTUS made one last comment: "Captain, it needs to be a male dog. Apparently, they have had some previous problem with a paternity suit having a male and female dog working and living in such close proximity. DISMISSED.
POTUS was all smiles when he contacted the Generals advising them to have a new soldier report to dog school for a crash course on how to handle a War Dog. And, he needs to be in the air immediately. The class graduates the end of next week.
Asking the 1st Sergeant and the Squad Sergeants to join us I saw five shocked men when I told them we were getting a second War Dog. Now for the downside... we need a soldier "in the air" heading to dog school immediately for a crash course as a handler. Go to the mess and sit down with a pot of coffee and I don't want any of you leaving till you decide upon who is the best soldier for the job. Report back to me when you have made your decision and I'll take it from there.
Three hours later and much discussion as to what man was the most qualified... I asked the 1st Sergeant for the top three candidates they thought would do the best job. Getting the names of the three soldiers I had OPS notify the first soldier to report to my office immediately. A panicked PFC knocked for entrance to my office and I offered him coffee if he needed some caffeine. No thank you sir, how can I be of assistance to the General? How do you feel about Dogs? I love them Sir... Even Monster is a "pussy cat" when he is around me. Just because he removed a guy's "private parts" doing his job everyone has the idea he is a mean SOB (Son of a bitch). What would you say to being the new dog handler for Alpha Zulu. POTUS has authorized a second War Dog for Alpha Zulu and the Sergeants have informed me you are the best man on base for the job.
"General, you have just made me the happest PFC at Fort Connor!" (He doesn't even realize the new job comes with a rank increase to First Sergeant. (We will shock him with that information when he returns to Fort Connor with our new addition.)
The bad news private is you need to be in the air and on the way to Dog School as soon as you can pack your bag. I'll have the jet fueled by the time you make it to the strip. Make certain to send plenty of pictures of our new War Dog. The men will be elated to hear of our new addition (and your promotion).
Our PFC was in shock to see one of our sleek Executive Jets waiting for him to board. The Captain greeted him warmly and said the flight would take about 90 minutes. (The PFC failed to admit he was terrified of flying but he'd do it if it meant having his own War Dog!)
Our morning staff meeting the major topic was all that needed to be done to accommodate a second War Dog at Fort Connor. We needed a second private quarters for a War Dog and Handler. I realize there are standards for minimum square footage for each soldier but as large as the room is for our current handler shouldn't it be able to accommodate two men and two dogs. (And, YES we are getting a male dog!)
The Sergeants informed us the square footage isn't the problem it is telling a man who has had private accommodations since he arrived at Fort Connor he would now be having a roomie and a second dog.
I understand, just send him to me after you return to your unit and I'll break the news to him. I see I have some soldiers who are cowards when it comes to facing down anything that has to do with "Monster". (The secret to dealing with Monster is always having a pocket full of Doggie Treats.)
As our current dog handler knocked at my office door requesting admittance. I invited him in and sat conversing with him as equals. He loved his duty assignment and couldn't have a better dog than Monster for a partner.
Sergeant, we have a problem and I need your help in resolving it. POTUS put me on the spot and had the Officer in charge of the War Dog program make a command performance in the Oval Office and was informed to give Alpha Zulu as second War Dog YESTERDAY. We have selected the new dog handler and we had to have him in training for a crash course immediately.
Now we have the problem of how to house two War Dogs and their handlers. I'm asking for your cooperation in turning your space into living accommodations for two handlers and two War Dogs. If we find this to be a major problem in any way we'll add an additional accommodation for a second War Dog when we do the summer refit and maintenance.
The Sergeant was candid and admitted he was spoiled having such luxurious accommodations all to himself and Monster. Having a roomie might just be a positive experience and he would do everything he could to make it work. I assured him the three of us would have a long conversation before the summer plans were finalized and I'd make sure I had two happy soldiers and two happy War Dogs as soon as I could make any necessary changes happen.
Maintenance had the work order by the next day and they were informed this was a priority item and unless they wanted a command appearance in front of the Generals to explain why it wasn't done... get it done today OR ELSE! (Considering somehow this had to impact Monster no one wanted to run the risk of being a "play toy" for a 100+ pound War Dog doing his normal work out!) Actually, the room was reconfigured, and all the personal effects of each man transferred to their new accommodations by noon. There was still plenty enough room for two loveable War Dogs. Now the question remained: "HOW WOULD MONSTER ENJOY HAVING A NEW FOUR LEGGED ROOMIE?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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