ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 021 – The Ultimate Threat to our Imps

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

Randy Best: Brigadier General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Adam Mann: Brigadier General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Robert Masters: Major General, U.S. Army Alpha Zulu Security

Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries

(a major multi-national defense contractor)

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

Doug Meat: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Steven Goodman: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Magnus Savage: Major, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgeon

Connor Best-Mann: Adopted son of Randy Best and Adam Mann

Randy Adam "RA" Worthington: Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington

Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

Aiden McIntyre-Worthington: Son of Liam McIntyre and Adopted son of Luke Worthington

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Mason Allen: Captain, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Jason Allman: 1^st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Platoon Leader

Matt Longdick: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Squad Leader

Billy Bob Vance: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

Beauty Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Rod LittleFeather: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler

Maximillian (Max) Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog

Alex Goodman-Meat: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman

Noah Goodman-Meat: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman

 

 

As Steven and I slept soundly as only one can after such an intense and enjoyable night of passion and sex we bounded out of our bed to the sound of both Phalanx guns spitting out 12,000+ rounds per minute. The next sound was an explosion which rocked every building on our base. I told Steven to lock Alex and Noah in the "bunker" and join me in OPS.

 

OPS was a madhouse everyone trying to figure out what happened and why we had no forewarning from any of our sensors. The mess hall had taken the brunt of the explosion and fortunately at this hour of the night it contained a minimal staff. Fire suppression and rescue teams immediately responded. I had OPS send out a general alert for assistance stating we were under a missile attack. Within minutes I was in a combined video conference with the Pentagon, the White House Situation Room and Luke/John. I appraised them I had no idea what caused our Phalanx guns to go to auto mode but it apparently saved us from a major amount of destruction and death.

 

The President advised they were redirection a carrier battle group to our vicinity for support. They would arrive in about six hours. We'd have Air Force jets overhead within minutes and the Coast Guard would have ships patrolling the shallow water between us and the mainland where it would be difficult for the Navy ships to operate. If this was a hostile attack upon the United States the culprit would pay with their life.

 

After Luke, John and their brain trust poured over the mountain of electronic data the only conclusion the damage was caused by a cruise missile. It had been rumored the Chinese had developed a stealth cruise missile which now apparently is no longer a rumor. It is doubtful the Chinese were the culprits but the consensus was they either sold or had one or more stolen from them.

 

As the damage reports came in it was apparent the mess hall was out of commission for weeks. Only one person was on duty and fortunately he was in the freezer when the explosion occurred which protected him from serious injury although, having a few frozen sides of beef land on ones body is almost as bad as getting shot at point blank range.

 

When the sun broke the horizon it became apparent the destruction we had incurred. The mess hall was a total loss. (Far better the mess hall than a barracks!) The first cargo planes landing at Fort Connor unloaded more ammunition than I thought possible for them to carry. The second plane sounded off the grumblings of the men at the thought of eating MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) for an extended period of time. I asked Luke if he could fly in a portable refrigerator and a field kitchen so at least the men could have one hot meal a day. The attitude of the men greatly improved when they arrived the next day.

 

We had all the protection the United States Military could provide. In addition to a carrier battle group, the Coast Guard, an AWAC (Airborne Early Warning and Control plane), the Air Force flying high cover... by days end we had a dedicated state of the art satellite permanently stationed over the base sending real time data to everyone. The bad new arrived when the Chinese quietly admitted then had twelve prototype stealth cruise missiles stolen by a radical General who wanted to start World War III. The Chinese were cooperating and it still wasn't known how extensive the theft of war materials the Chinese had lost. The word came down to everyone... be prepared for anything.

 

It had been rumored these prototype missiles had a range of over 20,000 km (Over 12,000 miles) so they could be launched far beyond the protection zone we had established. I had to trust the combined efforts of the military to protect us until any missile entered our "kill range". I immediately issued the order for the imps to be "locked down" 24/7 till further notice. School would just have to be put on the back burner.

 

Back to the immediate secondary concerns... feeding our men. The temporary fix was working and Luke had his design team fly in to meet with our kitchen staff to see what, if anything, they would like changed in the new Mess Hall. Our staff made some serious recommendation which tool little effort to modify the plans. The foundation remained functional and intact so the Corp of Engineers started construction within days as the building material arrived. As always, security was our main concern and as the Engineer's Officers met with us they acknowledged our concern. The imps bunker was reinforced with one squad always on duty protecting its access. This turned into a lethal kill zone. Any unauthorized entry would result in a no warning kill shot. All men on base were made aware of this policy. Hayao and Noah weren't happy and Noah was adamant in telling off his fathers regarding the policy.

 

As even China was participating in locating and eliminating this rogue General we knew it was only a matter of time till the threat was eliminated. But, he still had Eleven cruise missiles with which to threaten Fort Connor or any location within the United States. As much as I was concerned for my men it was far better for us to be a target than an unprotected major city. The imps are safe. Even a direct hit wouldn't penetrate their bunker. They might be cleaning out their underwear but they would remain safe.

 

Over the next few days I was informed a couple of Arleigh Burke-class destroyers had destroyed a two of these stealth cruise missiles as they entered our zone of protection. Nine missiles left or "cutting off the head of the snake" till life can get back to normal.

 

The mess hall staff were really creative. They had maintenance build an outdoor roasting spit and they cooked a whole side of beef for the men to enjoy a hot meal. Not to mention a couple of roasted pigs a few days later. They were able to salvage some of the large pieces of meat from the mess hall freezer as soon as the portable refrigerator arrived. The men were happy to have one hot meal a day and were most appreciative of the effort the Mess staff made on their behalf. The imps grumbled over the MREs but they didn't go hungry. My one screw up, I forgot to order dog food for Max. I quickly rectified my error although I do believe Max would have enjoyed a diet of leftovers regardless of how unhealthy it was for him to have on a regular basis.

 

It seemed like a never ending series of supply planes landing at our airport and the staging area was filled to overflowing. We ended up having much of the debris sent to mainland landfills by barge. We were simply running out of space. All of this was so time consuming maintaining security as our top priority.

 

It had been two weeks and the imps had yet to see the light of day. Their grumblings became ominous and I knew something had to be done to relieve their stress. I knew Alex and Logan could find ways to handle their stress and over active hormones. I made arrangements for Hayao to spend the night with Noah. I ask the twins if they wanted the Army buddies they had met to spend some "quality time" with them which they gladly accepted and that only left my two new imps which I feared were still virgins.

 

I privately asked them what I could do to help them. (They might be virgins but they sure knew the score of what was happing in the surrounding bedrooms.) They simply requested: "Find us a couple of men who will be gentle and teach us how to enjoy our bodies". DUH... there would be a long line of volunteers for that privilege.

 

I contacted the two men who the twins had requested to see if they would participate in the "off the books" stress management program. Between the smiles on their face and the obvious hardons in the BDUs the answer was a no brainer.

 

The last request was far more difficult. I asked the sergeants and the chaplain to join me in the conference room. When I explained the problem we all knew there would be a long list of volunteers if it was generally known. I needed a short list of men who they knew would be a gentle and loving teacher. Put out your "feelers" and let me know by the end of day.

 

When the four squad sergeants and the chaplain came back with two names who indicated they would be more than honored to be the teacher for these young men. I made arrangement for the soldiers to have their duty covered and one by one they entered the imps bunker and were escorted to the appropriate bedroom. When my two virgin imps were left I had my last two "volunteers" (or should that be victims) enter and I introduced them to the remaining imps. I assured them nothing would be done without their consent and approval. Any time they wanted to stop, this would end. Surprisingly, they each took the hand of a soldier and led them to their bedroom. I'd love to just relax in one of the easy chairs and listen to the sounds emanating from the bedrooms but even imps deserve their privacy. And, they do have their panic buttons if necessary.

 

It was getting late and I still had to make the rounds and let the men know I was there with them. I stopped first at the temporary mess area and made sure the staff knew how impressed I was with their inventiveness and dedication. Then onto the rounds of all the security points and "rally the troops" sharing with them all that I could.

 

Captain Allen was my connection to the outside world and screened requests so I had time to do the necessary parts of my role as base commander. Fourteen days and the cost for this protection had to be in the 9 digit $ figures. As I walked past the destroyed mess hall area I could see the skeleton of the new building erected and I knew prefab walls would start being installed at sunrise. The new and larger refrigeration units, larger stoves, larger sinks and dishwashers were sitting in the staging area ready for installation even before the building was enclosed. (Much easier to manhandle some of these large pieces of equipment without walls in placed.) The wiring and plumbing had been upgraded for the new equipment and every suggestion made by the mess hall staff had been adopted and implemented. (I was going to have one happy "mess" staff and one state of the art dining area.)

 

I finally checked in with Captain Allen to make certain he was "stowed away" before I called it quits for the night. He had been at his desk for 15 hours straight today and relished the challenge this "emergency" was giving him. I definitely was putting him in for a major commendation when this was over.

 

The men quit their grumbling over two meals of MREs each day when they learned the imps and officers were eating the same as what they were served. Even the construction staff was eating the same. This made preparing one hot meal per day with minimal equipment a major challenge for our chefs but the rose to the challenge and even excelled.

 

I finally kicked Captain Allen out of his office at 2300 hours and told him I didn't want to see him before 0500 hours tomorrow. And, if you don't get at least six hours of sleep I hope you won't have any problems sitting in your chair tomorrow. At which, I smiled and left.

 

Steven was waiting for me when I entered our quarters and as much as I would have enjoyed a "double scotch on the rocks" it wasn't to be with us at full alert. I just wrapped my arms around this beautiful man and hoped that it wasn't just the imps who be getting lucky tonight.

 

I was so tempted to bring up the imps quarters on our monster flat screen but even they deserved some privacy when it came to their sex lives. Steven just held me and it really did help with the stress. Ssgt Rod and Max used the one vacant bedroom and I almost wish I had Max to join Steven and I in bed tonight. I need at cold nose and wet tongue freely sharing its love and it was a close match whether Beauty or Max was the best when it came to being intuitive and loving.

 

Steven was a close third and as he slowly undressed us and led me to our shower I got a wonderful stress relaxing soapy massage not to mention his talented fingers destroying my prostate. As the hot water flowed over our naked body I was held in the strong arms of my wonderful partner. I knew we were in love as much today as we were the first day we met.

 

The sex was intense and quick that night as we both knew only a few hours of sleep would be possible. We had the men of Fort Connor to provide leadership for and the imps to protect hopefully with no loss of life. There were still nine cruise missiles left to threaten us and until that threat was eliminated we would be an alert 24/7.

 

There was little modesty in the imp's shower the next morning as our soldiers help their willing "victims" clean out the residue of their night of love. There were some might tender asses on our young imps and our two now ExVirgins were walking oh so tenderly at least until Noah and Logan produced a few tubes of Doc's numbing gel and applied it generously to their hurting bums. As I opened the blast door, our soldiers exited and I took inventory of the status of our imps. Everyone was sore and happy so I knew I had bought a few more days of mental health for them.

 

Doc made the rounds of every security team and made sure no medical care was needed. The Chaplain made the rounds constantly offering whatever assistance was required. Whereas Doc deferred wearing a sidearm when he was out and about the Chaplain never left his quarters unarmed when we were at Alert. Doc kept an armory in the medical area and would defend his patients with his life if necessary. But, he wasn't willing to take any aggressive action as his medical oath committed him to "Do No Harm". He felt protecting his patients didn't violate this oath.

 

Steven, Captain Allen and I were fully armed when we left our quarters. Our trusty "if all else fails" ankle holster, our Glock sidearm and shoulder strapped Uzi including extra clips for our Glock and Uzi. If we had to fight an intruder I'd be leading our men from the front this time as would Steven and Captain Allen.

 

Word came early today that our battle group and downed three additional stealth cruise missiles. Now we were down to a threat of six missiles. I worried that all six remaining missiles would be launched at once and try to break through by overwhelming our ring of protection.

 

I breathed a sigh of relief when the Secretary of Defense contacted me to state the Chinese had located their rogue General and he with his defecting staff had now been eliminated. The six remaining missiles had been returned to the Chinese armory. The battle group would stay in position till we had independent verification. At least I could bring our Alert status down a notch and the men could breathe a little easier.

 

As sore as some of our imps were I could hear the moaning and groaning when I announced: "School was back in session" effective immediately! Clean up and hit the books.

 

I kept rotating one squad to provide extensive protection to the imps bunker and classroom. I kept one squad on perimeter security and one squad protecting our airfield. I wanted to give one squad some down time and hopefully the pool and exercise room would be well utilized. The invitation was extended to our guests building our new dining hall to enjoy our facilities and they found some new friends among our naked soldiers. They were in real shock when nine naked imps cannonballed them when they raced to the pool after school.

 

The new dining hall went up quickly and I was amazed at the additional construction I saw each day when I walked around our base. As soon as the new Freezer and the pantry were constructed Luke made certain both were well stocked and the Mess staff could offer up a banquet to celebrate the opening of the new dining facilities. Yes, everything was done to make it even better than before. Every item was the newest model and state of the art. (Seems like you needed a degree in computer science to make a slice of toast.)

 

Within a few weeks our maintenance crew had all the remnants of the destruction loaded on barges and sent off to the mainland for internment. Then the staging area and the "dump" area was graded and seeded and within a few weeks we had "green" again at Fort Connor which meant the scars of this traumatic moment were gone from the "face" of our base.

 

Doc was working overtime as the men being at Alert for such a long period of time were very exuberant when it came to consummating their sexual desires. Yes, it was all consensual but Steven knows well even consensual sex can be painful for days afterwards. I hoped he wasn't one of Doc's patients but Doc would never tell me if he was. If it didn't pertain to the security of the base Doc's lips were sealed.

 

I took the time and effort to write a personal note of thanks to the Commanding General/Admiral of the Air Force and Navy as well as the Secretary of the Army and Secretary of Defense for their assistance during this crisis. I knew it wasn't necessary but everyone needs to hear some "good news" in these challenging times. The last residual problem from this crisis needed to be address. My overworked dedicated adjutant needed to get LAID!

 

Captain Allen had been an invaluable asset to me and to the base in this crisis. As such, I nominated him for a Bronze Star and asked Luke to make certain it was approved. In a more immediate show of appreciation I asked Steven if he had heard if the Adjutant had anyone who he was seeing regularly. Steven would put out his "feelers" and see what he could find out.

 

A couple of night later as Steven crawled into bed with me and wrapped his arms around my naked body... he quietly told me he had learned there was a corporal in "Charlie" squad that really had the hots for the Captain but didn't have the nerve to approach him. (Time to get into "Commanding Officer Mode".)

 

After our regular morning meeting with the Sergeants and our Command team I asked the Sergeant of Charlie squad to remain. He could only wonder what his squad had done this time. As I assured him this was totally social and off the record. I had learned he had a corporal that had the hots for my adjutant. He confirmed my suspicions and I asked him to send the young man to my office as soon as he got back to his unit.

 

I was sitting at my office desk when I heard a quiet knock at my door and a sheepish voice requested permission to enter. After the cursory military courtesies I asked him to have a chair and this was totally a social meeting and off the record. (I made certain Steven kept Captain Allen busy out of the office so he wouldn't know what I was doing.)

 

Our young corporal blushed crimson as I asked him if he truly had the "hots" for my adjutant. (He really didn't have to give me an answer.) From the color of his face and the obvious erection in his BDUs it was a given. So, I simply asked would you enjoy a three day pass and private accommodation in one of our VIP suites. (What a no brainer!) When I asked if he would object if I happened to accidently assign Captain Allen a three day pass to the same suite... I could see the smile on his face.

 

Go tell your Sergeant you'll be off duty effective after lunch today. Get the access codes to one of the VIP suites from OPS and get comfortable waiting for a surprise visitor. I'll make certain OPS gives Captain Allen the same suite and access codes. After that, whatever happens is between two consenting adults.

 

I brought up OPS on my com and filled them in on my conspiracy. They would make certain the same Suite and Access Codes were given to both parties. Now to lure my "victim" into the waiting arms of the man who lusts for him.

 

As Steven, Captain Allen and I returned to our offices after lunch I asked them to join me in my office. I thanked Captain Allen for all his hard work and going above and beyond what was required of any adjutant. To show my appreciation you have a three day pass and I expect you to use one of the VIP suites. Get the suite and access codes from OPS and I don't want to see you for three days.

 

As Captain Allen opened the locked door of "his" VIP suite our young corporal walked out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The two looked shocked at each other and then Captain Allen smiled as he saw the towel around our young corporal suddenly show some major tenting. I see my commanding officer has ambushed me and I have to remember to thank him when I get back to the office. Extending his arms he held a beautiful semi-naked soldier in his arms and quietly whispered: "Do you really want this to happen"?

 

His quiet non-verbal answer was to let his towel fall to the floor and the hard piece of meat between his legs slap up against our Captain's body. Never let it be said he wasn't an Officer and a Gentleman, our Captain dropped to his knees and engulfed every inch of hardness between this young man's legs. Our Corporal was so excited it only took minutes and he flooded this willing mouth with his young sweet seed. Never missing a drop our Captain licked his lips as he lead our young man to the king size bed in the room.

 

Their eyes never lost contact as Captain Allen quickly lost his BDUs and his hardness snapped forward to full erection. As much as he wanted to feel the warmth of this young body wrapped tightly around his cock as it slid down his throat he wanted to eat his ass and fuck him even more. This was truly a match made in heaven.

 

Our young victim eagerly spread his legs and lifted his knees to his chest offering up his ass as a willing sacrifice to such a wonderful man. He lost count of how many times he was brought to a near orgasm just to have it suddenly stop as his balls wanted to blast off. Time and time again he was brought to the brink of an orgasm only to be denied. When he suddenly reached this point again he screamed FUCK ME! These were the magic words which our Captain was waiting to hear and immediately he leaned between the outstretched legs and kissed our young victim drawing his cock across the crack of his ass till the head of his cock was nestled in his tight rosebud.

 

As his tongue explored the depths of his mouth a sudden snap of his hips drove his hardness deep into our willing victim. His scream was muffled by the kiss as his entire body convulsed in the orgasm that was produced. As they both returned to reality their eyes met and the start of a loving session of anal sex producing a massive explosion of sperm which burned the gut of our young soldier.

 

Our considerate Captain rolled off the young corporal still holding him securely in his arms. "Do you want me to stay or leave" was the first words out of the mouth of Captain Allen. He was shocked when he heard: "I want you to stay forever". This was going to be a seventy two hour pass neither would ever forget.

 

Hours later and after enjoying a number of orgasms there was a knock at the door as the mess staff delivered a special meal "compliments of the Colonels"... Including a bottle of 20 year old single malt scotch whiskey. The Colonels made certain to send a large tube of lube and one of Doc's numbing gel with every food delivery. Not only did he want them both in condition to work after seventy two hours of fun he wanted them to enjoy the time they had together to the max.

 

The jungle grapevine was blazing with the news of our newest pair of lovers. Our Corporal was versatile and the Captain didn't mind receiving but loved to be the giver. Both had a sore ass and a raw cock when they ended their "confinement". The Captain stopped by to see Colonel Meat when his "confinement" had ended and profusely thanked him. (Then hobbled off to see Doc.) Captain Allen didn't have the balls to tell this young man how attracted he was to him. Whether this was just a romance or a life commitment was yet to be seen. At least Mason Allen wouldn't be spending all his nights alone with the palm of his hand.

 

Every time Charley squad was off the duty cycle our Captain was gone from his desk at 5pm sharp. Occasionally missing "retreat" and the evening meal. Meat was so happy to have brought these two together and hated the formality of military ranks that kept men apart. Love didn't care if you were a lowly private or a four star general... Meat firmly believed matches were made in heaven. (Two more members of the team he didn't have to worry about signing new contracts when the time arrives.)

 

I had procrastinated too long and it was time to formally inspect the imps quarters. I was shocked at the "mess" (for lack of a better term) in their bedrooms. The public area was somewhat neat but the bedrooms were worse than the floors of a gay book store. I was livid... they would not live in the squalor. Sheets would be laundered after a night of sex. Floors would be mopped. Clothes were to be put away properly after they had been laundered. I'd be doing spot inspection and I assured them even with sparkling clean new garbage cans they'd be spit polishing them if I had to issue these orders again.

 

The imps got the message and the new four heard the horror story of cleaning garbage cans on a hot summer day. Doing laundry and making beds was far preferable. When I checked their quarters again in three days it was immaculate. They got the message and I didn't have to wear a wrist splint from enforcing my dictum.

 

Alex and Noah weren't very happy sons when I told the cleaning crew to leave their bedrooms alone. Alex and Noah would be cleaning their own rooms. The same dictum was given and with much sputtering and complaining their rooms actually were clean and kept clean. (Apparently, the thought of cleaning garbage cans was still fresh in their mind from their previous encounter.)

 

Logan and Alex said their hello and goodby as they scampered through the common area on the way to Alex's bedroom. Hayao and Noah did the same as Hayao was finally able to separate "Meat the father" from "Colonel Meat" his commanding officer. Both of my sons had very active sexual lives and sexual appetites. I was happy they could be so open to their fathers. We constantly assured them we would never be judgmental. The one good thing about having our bedroom soundproofed is not hearing our son's screams of passion in the middle of the night. Neither of them were satisfied with sex just once a night. Both Logan and Hayao were more than willing to provide them with their "needs" any time of the day or night. I understood Logan and Alex being so closed to the same age but Hayao was a young man with the sexual needs of a man and Noah was still my young son. I hoped and prayed he wouldn't end up with a broken heart.

 

The next time I was chatting with Luke I asked him if he had time to join me at Fort Connor on a personal matter. I was somewhat evasive as I wanted to discuss this face to face and father to fathers. Luke wasn't surprised as he saw the way the two of them looked at each other when Alex visited at the holidays. When I asked: "what do we as fathers do"? Luke simply said we tell them the challenges they face and try to be as supportive as we can as a family.

 

I asked Logan and Alex to join us and they sat very embarrassed as we started to discuss their relationship. When I asked them if they were in love... the answer was shocking... they didn't know but they never wanted to be apart... Alex loved being held in Logan's arms and Logan couldn't stop having orgasms when he had sex with Alex. They both wanted to be together constantly. Luke, Steven and I looked at each other and we knew they were in love whether they knew it or not.

 

We tried to explain the difficulties they would face and the three of us would try to help when possible. But, they had a rough few years ahead of them with College and starting in their given careers. You'll eventually have some form of a long distance relationship which will challenge your love to the core. We'll always be here to love and protect you no matter what.

 

Luke, Steven and I felt very confident when Logan and Alex left and I knew their next stop would be Logan's bed. Luke just chided: "Welcome to the family" as if we didn't have that status already.

 

Next up wasn't so easy... Hayao and Noah. Luke excused himself and wished Steven and I the best of luck. We'd be needing it and he was so right. Steven and I asked Hayao to join us as Captain Allen asked Noah to assist him with a project. We made it clear to Hayao we were two fathers speaking and not his superior officers. We wanted to know his intentions as to our youngest son. We were both shocked when he brazenly admitted he was in love with Noah... seven years his junior but Noah had stolen his heart. He would never hurt Noah in any way and he realized their future together faced many obstacles least of which were his parents. (OUCH!!!) I had forgot about the inlaws. He hadn't told them he was gay and he sure hadn't told them about Noah. They would be livid and accuse him of "robbing the cradle". I assured him Noah was more mature and had a better grasp of sexuality than the majority of adults who face marriage whether gay or straight.

 

I asked Captain Allen to return Noah to our quarters and he saw Hayao in tears in our lounge immediately ran to him and securely wrapped his arms around this man who loved him. Noah was aggressive wanting to know what we had done to his friend. We simply asked him how he felt about you and now we are asking you how you feel about him.

 

Noah didn't know if he was in love he just knew he was so lonely when the two of them were apart. I assured Noah I knew this wasn't affecting his schoolwork or grades and I knew what the two of them shared was consensual and I had no problem with it. Did he realize the challenge of a long distance relationship when he left for College. Hayao said he'd refused to renew his contract if it meant losing Noah. He'd get a civilian job and live with Noah to support him through College. (Both Steven and I knew Hayao would have every defense contractor in the country recruiting him once it was known he was leaving the Army.)

 

Steven and I assured the two of them we had no intention of trying to break them apart. We only wanted them to realize and consider the challenges which they faced. The first of which Hayao needed to tell his parents he was gay. I wouldn't suggest telling them about Noah for a while to which Hayao agreed. If he ended up with his parents being an estranged family we would never close the door on him regardless of whether he stayed in the Army or accepted a civilian job.

 

As our two young men consoled each other Steven and I felt pretty low causing this level of distress between two people who obvious cared deeply for one another. We had our answer as parents now we had to help our sons with the most important decision of their lives. There partner for life.

 

I asked Hayao and Noah if I could discuss this with the Chaplain. I wanted them to go through the equivalent of premarital counseling even through it would be years before they were old enough to marry. They both agreed and I would ask the Chaplain after our morning staff meeting.

 

I got Logan and Alex to also agree to talk with the Chaplain although they weren't too happy with anyone messing with their private lives. I brought Luke up-to-date and between the three of us we convinced them it was best for their future. No one would tell them what to do but they needed to know what they faced in the future.

 

The Chaplain knew it was only a matter of time before Logan and Alex ended up at his door for some premarital counseling but was shocked that Hayao and Noah were so committed to each other. The sessions were scheduled and although not mandatory I was asked to be notified if they didn't show up. Steven and I were still loving fathers and wanted the best for our sons.

 

Logan and Alex were at first resistant and rebelled at the counseling sessions. Over time, they accepted they needed to know what the future would hold and could be better prepared for it. I had a warm feeling when one day the two of them entered my office and thanked me for being such a wonderful and caring father.

 

Hayao was very traumatized when his family "kicked him to the curb" when he told them he was gay. They wanted no part of a gay son and he so wanted to tell them that both of their sons were gay but didn't want to ruin a family life for his brother.

 

The Chaplain had his hands full working with the trauma of Hayao losing his family and Noah was in tears that he was the cause. Hayao assured him he wasn't the cause and the Chaplain reaffirmed that also. Some people are just closed mined and can't accept a gay child. You two are lucky enough to have a family of 99 brothers who love you and a family that welcomes you with open arms.

 

Some days later Hayao told me about his family. He cried as I wrapped him in my arms and assured him Steven and I would be his family forever regardless of what happens between him and Noah. The jungle grapevine was ablaze about the stupidity of a mother and father disowning a child only because he was gay. Quietly and unofficially with the help of the Chaplain a letter was written which quickly obtained the signature of every enlisted man and the five sergeants on base. (It also included one big paw print!) They doubted if it would have any impact but the men wanted Hayao's parents to know what a big mistake they were making in their life. Between receiving the letter and Hayao's brother leaving the house announcing he was gay also the parents were forced to reconsider if they really wanted to lose their entire family.

 

Hayao received a letter from his parents asking for his forgiveness and hoping he would give them another chance to be good parents. They did the same for his brother and hopefully time would heal this wound but Hayao still had to face telling his parents about Noah somewhere in their future.

 

Steven and I went into high gear when OPS advised us we had an incoming jet squawking the ID of DOD2 requesting permission to land. Permission was granted and we raced with the security team to the airfield.

 

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff disembarked the plane and presented his credentials for verification. He then asked if he could be taken to a secure conference room so the three of us could talk. (Panic was setting in quickly!!!)

 

As the security bolt sounded on the doors and the windows turned opaque he thanked us for taking the time from our schedules to meet with him. He simply wanted to say what a fantastic job we had done here under the most adverse of conditions both physically and mentally. In saying this he wanted us to accept a position at the Army War College and be guest lecturers at both West Point, Annapolis and the Air Force Academy. He doubted if he could convince us to accept this offer on a full time basis but would one or both of you accept a posting of two weeks a year to each of these institutions.

 

Steven and I looked at each other and knew what an honor it was to be asked. Even for him to take the time and fly in and ask us personally showed the respect he held for what we had accomplished. We knew we couldn't refused and with the caveat it didn't interfere with the security of Fort Connor or those we protect we would be willing to rotate and have one of us be a two week guest at each of the institutions. We thanked him for the gracious offer and escorted him to his jet to return to the Pentagon.

 

The base was rampant with the gossip we had been assigned to another posting. To assure everyone we were sticking around Steven and I shared with the men the essence of our meeting today with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. You men have created such an outstanding example of correct way a military command should function. You are the reason we have been so honored. Don't get too excited, you only get rid of one of us at a time.

 

In talking with Luke, John, Adam and Randy they were as surprised as Steven and I at the request made by the Pentagon. Luke assured me there was no way he wasn't letting anyone steal me away permanently so long as he was sucking air.

 

Alex and Noah were apprehensive and didn't totally understand what had happened today. As Steven and I wrapped them in our arms we shared with them what an honor it was to be asked and why we accepted. Yes, we would miss them terribly but only one of us would be gone at a time. Hopefully, we could convince other officers in the military a gay man is an asset and not a liability.

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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