ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 030 – The Beginning or the End
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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: Lieutenant Colonel, 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: 1st 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
Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Ariel "Ari" Rebel: Captain, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)
Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington
Steven and I looked at each other as we flew quietly to Washington with no idea of what to expect from Mama Bear. We were met at Andrews by our ever present security force and police escort. (Our lives were becoming so scheduled I had to file paperwork in triplicate a day ahead of time just to take a leak!) The Penthouse and Mama Bear did seem like a reprieve until Luke, Billy Bob, John, Connor, R.A., Logan and Alex showed up for dinner. There was a conspiracy going on here and the only thing left to decide is who is the victim this time.
We enjoyed a wonderful meal as only the chefs at the Marriott can provide. Our Fort Connor mess puts out some great meals but still can't compare to the caloric ridden feasts of a meal with Mama Bear. As we adjourned to the comfort of her living area the plot thickens. Well lubricated from Champagne from dinner and now with 20 year old single malt Scotch Whiskey it became evident resistance wasn't even possible. As Mama Bear first apologized for being so deceptive but it is the privilege of age and I'm not getting any younger. To be blunt, I want some additional children in my life to spoil while I'm still young enough and physically able to enjoy them.
Noah still has his education to finish and it is going to be some time before Hayao is back to his former self. He still has a lot of rehab to endure. Luke, John and Connor has done admirably as parents and now it is time to pass that torch onto a new generation of Worthingtons. R.A. when the time comes you find that man or woman in your life you want forever I guarantee you either Luke or I will find you a child or children to call your own. Then she turned to Logan and Alex and they knew what to expect next from her. As all eyes were upon them as Mama Bear said: Logan, Alex, your grades astonished even your professors and unless you are planning on going to work for the competition you have a life contract with Worthington Industries. With the possible exception of Luke's stupidity (Everyone knew that story) the men in this room will agree with me why waste all the young years of your life alone when you can be having them with your children.
Mama Bear continued saying Luke and she would make them the same offer they made Steven and Meat... I have the files on five children needing good parents and a good home. Luke assures me your taking a year off to be a parent won't present any problems and your employment and fringe benefit package will still start the day you graduate. You are going to be required to do the majority of this paperwork anyway for your security clearance so why do it twice. You graduate in 45 days and let's use that time to process an adoption and start your family.
Yes, I'm being a selfish old grandmother so come give me a big hug and tell me you'd love to start a family. Both Logan and Alex had tears in their eyes as they both had discussed asking Mama Bear for her help in an adoption as soon as they had gotten settled in their new employment. This was almost a dream come true. The love they had for their grandmother made it obvious this was a decision from their heart and not just something to keep "the old lady happy". I was so proud of my two sons.
As this is usually a family decision, Luke, Billy Bob, John and Connor have already reviewed the files I'm not giving you. I would suggest that you two now mature adults sit down with your fathers and brother and see if any one of them appeals to you more than the others. As I have told you all before I assure you the four children not selected will be found good homes.
Steven and I were so stressed considering our public congressional hearings in the morning we weren't going to be spending much of the night sleeping anyway. We had so many people fly in from the Pentagon over the past weeks to prep us on what to say, what not to say, how to act and how to play up to the cameras. After all, this was as much about public relations as it was public perception. Steven and I spent the night reading through the files on the five children Mama Bear had selected. There wasn't a dry eye in the room and we read the depth of which humans can mistreat the children they bring into this world. Steven and I have been blessed to help many troubled imps during our career and we would pledge our lives and sacred honor to help Logan and Alex with the son they choose.
At 0500 hours I called down for another urn of hot black coffee and Steven and I realized we had to prepare our bodies and minds to face our public "meet and greet". As we left the Penthouse they all wished us the best and assured us we would do great. As terrified as I was I was glad I didn't know nearly every news media in the world was carrying the hearings LIVE!
As the committee chairman gaveled the committee to order we were asked if we had an opening statement to read. Steven (our resident orator) thanked the chairman and proceeded with a brief statement.
"The President
of the United States has asked us to take on this program on behalf of the
people of the United States of America. As Officers of the United States Army
we have pledged our lives and our sacred honor to protect and defend this
country. If the President and the Military Chain of Command feels this is the
best use of our talents and abilities... `We serve at the pleasure of the
President'."
We had a few tricky questions to soft pedal and a few politicians who were "chumming the water" to see what perks they could get for their districts out of the Pentagon but by the end of the first day of hearings the chairman called the question and all but two of the committee members voted to recommend to the full Senate our approval.
We returned as conquering heroes to the Marriott with an endless line of satellite trucks on both sides of the street for blocks around our inner sanctum. Security was super tight and we were rushed to the elevators and up to the Penthouse. Luke stood there with two single malt scotch whiskeys which both Steven and I consumed and asked for a refill. Mama Bear commented on what an outstanding job we did and it was unheard of for committee approval in only one day.
Mama Bear ordered up an early dinner and then banished us to our room to complete our homework with our "imps". Nothing takes ones mind off the trauma of a full Senate confirmation hearing like reading the horror story of five deserted orphans. We quickly knew how good we had it.
The next morning we all gathered together with the Worthington clan to watch the Senate vote on our approval. On a vote of 95-5 we were approved. Almost immediately, the phone rang and Mama Bear announced it was the White House for us. We were asked to be at the White House by 1300 hours for a public presentation of our rank and swearing in.
The Worthington clan recused themselves from the presentation ceremony as they wanted us to be the center of attention and they didn't want to detract. I was surprised when Steven, Logan, Alex and I opened the door of the limousine to find Noah and Hayao sitting there grinning from ear to ear. Somebody spilled the beans and Hayao was wearing his new Master Sergeant stripes along with his Six Star "Aide" badges. (What is it Mama Bear said: What good is a little power if you don't throw it around occasionally... or something to that effect.)
Steven and I felt garish in these new uniforms provided by the Pentagon. I swear we had more brass, gold braid and sparkle then Mama Bear dressed for an evening gala in all her diamonds. Luke and John's sabers were fun learning how to get in and out of a limo with them. Hayao almost ended back up in the hospital having his balls reattached after a battle with my sword scabbard.
After a few brief comments (25-30 minutes is brief for POTUS) from the President, Steven was asked to come forward with Logan and Alex. Logan and Alex held the bible as Steven placed his left hand on it and raised his right hand to swear:
I, Steven Goodman, 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.
As Steven, Logan and Alex stepped aside I was called forward with Noah and Hayao to repeat the same:
I, Douglas Meat, 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.
The crowd erupted in cheers and it was so unusual to have four star Generals initiate a salute. (According to military courtesy the only time we would now ever initiate a salute is if we would meet a recipient of the "Medal of Honor"). The next few hours were spent in a "meet and greet" PR spectacle orchestrated by the White House and for the benefit of the White House Press. Finally, the six of us were back in the Limousine and returning to the Marriott only to find 100+ reporters sticking cameras and microphones in our faces. We smiled warmly and hurried into our sanctuary. As the Penthouse doors closed securely behind us Mama Bear informed us we had a few hours to rest and then she had an introduction scheduled for us to meet a "few of her friends". I was hoping for an informal meet and greet in her Penthouse only to find she had reserved the ballroom of the Marriott and had almost as many dignitaries as what were in attendance for her wedding. (I see she was throwing around her political clout again!)
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning Steven and I finally peeled ourselves out of our new "dress uniforms" and soaked under the comfort of the waterfall shower of Mama Bear's guest suite. I brought up Colonel Allen on my com and informed him he gets to sleep when I get to sleep... resistance is futile. (I learned from the best... Mama Bear!) Advise OPS and the staff I'd be staying one more day in Washington and then flying back early the following day. I had a personal family project that needed my attention.
After our morning intake of Hot Black Coffee and a second urn ordered from room service... Noah and Hayao now joined Logan and Alex to help make a life changing decision in the life of a young man we had yet to meet. We started after breakfast, worked through lunch and were still discussing each young man when Mama Bear informed us: "ENOUGH WORK" time for dinner.
After dinner, we retired to the comfort of the lounge and had pretty much made our decision. One last chance for anyone to add any additional consideration and all six of us decided upon a red headed imp who stole our heart. Now the question remained would he want to become part of our family.
We gave Mama Bear our decision, Logan and Alex returned to school the next morning as Noah and Hayao drooled over our new jet and all the perks that came with our new rank. I turned to Noah and just commented keep that thought... wait till your partner is working 18 hours days with us and you'll be looking to borrow Max just to have some quality cuddle time.
I didn't think anyone was guarding the "Fort" when we walked down the ramp of our plane to more people than I knew existed at Fort Connor. Randy and Adam had indeed been busy adding new staff. (Why did I think they had this planned months ago.) Hayao was advised to plan on permanently moving in with Noah as Colonel Allen needed the bed space until they finished the additional construction.
The 3-D CAD presentation the architects presented wasn't as impressive as the finished project. Yeah, they added a second floor to all four enlisted barracks, hardened them against mortar rounds and shrapnel, installed bullet proof glass and air conditioning. (Not to mention instant hot showers for an unending supply of hot water.)
The new offices for Steven and I were luxurious even by Pentagon standards. Luke made sure they were indeed worthy of a Six Star General of the Armies officer and he loved both of the men who held that rank.
The Pentagon sure put the air miles on our new jet... they had us doing "meet and greets" with every major military base in the country for over a month. In all cases after we did our customary "review of the troops" and "dinner with the officers" Steven and I made it a priority to meet the men in the hospital. As Steven and I were walking down one of the wards one soldier looked like he had lost a battle with a meat grinder. When I pulled the doctor off to the side and asked how the soldier received his injuries I was shocked to hear it was done by his own men when he came out and told them he was gay. I asked the doctor if he could travel and the doctor said he was only keeping him in the hospital out of fear of what could possible happen when he returned to his unit.
After obtaining his name and serial number I headed back to the base General's office and a meeting he wasn't expecting or would appreciate. I knocked on the General's office door and walked in much to his surprise. I handed him the soldiers name and serial number and ordered he be immediately transferred to my command. When the General asked why... I lost it. "You don't deserve to wear those stars on your shoulder. You have a patient in your base hospital who was beaten to the point he doesn't resemble a human all because he is gay and you don't know what is happening on your own base. You aren't fit for command." Now you can order his immediate transfer or the next time your phone rings you can explain your actions to the Secretary of Defense. He immediately ordered the transfer. I then asked him to have the Provost Marshall join us. I asked the Provost Marshall to verify my Alpha Zulu authority and after he got over the shock of being addressed by a six star general he asked how he may be of service.
I gave the Provost Marshall the name and serial number of the soldier in the base hospital. Take an armed escort and I do mean escort he is not a prisoner. Take him to his quarters to pick up his belongings and then deliver him to my plane. General Goodman and I will be waiting his arrival. He saluted and asked to be excused.
I then turned to a base general who saw a dismal career ahead of him and little chance for a fourth star... I will be making a full report to the Army Chief of Staff and asking for a full criminal investigation. Soldiers will lose rank even if that rank is a star if they are found complicit and I won't rule out confinement time and/or loss of pay. Not dealing with the problem is tantamount to tacit approval of what was done. This cannot be tolerated in the United States Army of the 21st Century.
As a bewildered soldier was delivered by the Provost Marshall to our Jet he walked up the ramp he panicked when he saw the six stars on the right side of our main door. He walked into our cabin area and came to attention and I immediately told him to take a seat. I made certain his gear was stowed on board and advised the pilot we were ready to return to Fort Connor.
As I returned to my seat and asked our newest member of Alpha Zulu to buckle up I apologized as I forgot to introduce myself. I'm General Meat and my "partner in crime" is General Goodman. You have been transferred to my Alpha Zulu command just to get you out of harm's way. I can assure you some soldiers on your base have made some poor career and life changing if not career ending decisions. I won't second guess a criminal investigation but there will be changes made at your old base from the top down.
Once we land at Fort Connor (Probably never heard of it before) you will be on an island base of some 100+, soon to be 200+ strong gay soldiers. We are having growing pains and major expansion at the moment so as soon as our Doc releases you from medical the best I can do is offer you to comfort of my home.
I brought Doc up on my com and gave him the soldiers name and ID stating he would be his patient in residence as soon as our jet touches down. Be prepared to take him to medical and make a full assessment.
If when you are ready to return to full duty I have an opening for an aide and if you find Fort Connor isn't to your liking just tell me what you want or where you want to be stationed and I'll make it happen for you.
My only goal is for you to return to the soldier who was brave enough to come out to the bias and bigoted men who called themselves your friends. Just know, whatever Steven or I do have no strings attached.
I opened my laptop and started my report to the Chief of Staff of the Army. I got all the pertinent detail from my traveling companion and when I asked if there was anything he would like to add he commented his squad was all good men they had just be brainwashed by the Army to be homophobic. That comment pretty much put the nail in the General's coffin. It wasn't surprising later to read the General had retired due to "Loss of Confidence" in his ability to lead. A small satisfaction to a beautiful young man who would have to endure the horror of his brutality for years to come. I knew if he elected to stay with the Alpha Zulu program Hayao and Noah would be instrumental in his healing. Between my two sons sharing the personal side of their trauma and the professional commitment of Doc and the Chaplain we knew he would make a complete recovery.
It was a dead quiet reception as Steven and I escorted our new guest down from our plane into Doc's care. As I asked Doc to wait a minute, I introduced our guest to my sons Hayao and Noah. I turned to Doc and asked if Hayao and Noah could accompany his patient as you know what a hard ass you can be at times. (If looks could kill!) I just got a snappy "I serve at your pleasure, sir!"
Our credential were verified we headed to my residence. How the base had changed in just the few weeks we had been gone. Security must be having a meltdown with everything that is happening all at the same time. Oh, well... it pays for all that wonderful southern sun we have most of the time.
As Steven and I relaxed after our evening meal our doorbell rang and to our surprise Doc asked if he could talk with us. "You really are going to make me earn these `oak leafs' aren't you?" If it was good new you would have called or used the coms so spit it out and give me the bad news. Doc hadn't seen injuries this bad even from a mortar concussion and have someone survive. He would be keeping him in medical for a few days to a week and make certain his spleen wasn't still bleeding and he didn't develop any kidney problems from all the bruising. Kidney function is always one of the major complication with such severe trauma.
I advised Doc I was planning to give Hayao as much time off as possible and I was asking Noah to spend as much time as possible in medical. If they get in the way just tell them to sit down and be quiet but right now our guest needs a friend in his life and we have two survivors who are just what the doctor ordered or is that should order.
Plus you and the chaplain need to work up a game plan to help heal his mind after you finish with his body. These scars can last for years as we all know from a first hand experience.
Doc excused himself stating he had an early start to the day tomorrow as he wanted to get with some doctors before they started rounds and their daily barrage of patients. Hayao and Noah crossed path with Doc as he was exiting and was told his newest patient was in good spirits considering all he had been through. I asked the two boys to sit down and chat with Steven and I and they were becoming far more intuitive than I ever dreamed possible.
Noah was the first to comment: "You don't need to ask dad... he needs a friend and I'm happy to be one for him. Hayao commented I'll give him as much time as I have available but I have a boss who is a real hard ass commander (which accompanied an evil smile). I only answered: "You must be talking about Steven" which made us all laugh. I told Hayao I had already planned on giving him time off to address our "special project" which we all knew was a true labor of love for everyone on base.
Our guest spent 10 days in confinement with Doc and commented on how thorough he was and how damn long his fingers were. (Oh, we have heard that before.) Hayao and Noah had already moved his personal effects into our third bedroom and the moment of truth had finally arrived. After our evening meal the five of us sat down for a family meeting. I need to ask you one question and regardless of the answer you'll always be welcome at Fort Connor. Would you like to be part of our Alpha Zulu family. The flood of tears was unending and he had to excuse himself to regain control. Hayao and Noah went and retrieved him and we continued our discussion. After he verbally assured us he truly wanted to remain at Fort Connor I asked him to "keep that thought".
I pulled up Randy and Adam on the big wall screen TV and introduced him to the group. What's the earliest I can get one or both of you two out here to Fort Connor to process a potential addition to our family. Probably tomorrow late morning if you throw in one of those delicious meals we love. Most of the work is already done. You don't have many secrets from us about what you are doing with OUR Fort Connor. Your latest escapade has rippled from the halls of congress all the way to the pentagon. We've already done his security check, Doc has his complete medical workup, and once we are assured he knows what he is signing up for he is yours for better or worse and we are only hearing good things.
As we closed our conversation with Adam and Randy... Steven sends his love as do Hayao and Noah. Get your "wheels up early" and we will see you for lunch. How I wish they had this damn construction done and we had the room to keep Randy and Adam for a few days. Before Randy and Adam left that day it was official our new "Aide" was official part of the Alpha Zulu family at Fort Connor.
Randy and Adam filled in for us as parents when Logan and Alex graduated from Harvard with their MBA degree. POTUS had us on a diplomatic mission to the "Court of Saint James" including Lunch with the Queen, Dinner with the Prime Minister and far too many meetings with the Ministry of Defense. (Talk about a bunch of hard asses Brits with a poker up their ass.) At least the Prime Minister was a parent who could empathize. After dinner, we were asked to join him in his screening room as on the big screen was a live feed of the Graduation Ceremony at Harvard. (Almost made up for all the hard asses at the Ministry of Defense.) The final decision came some weeks later when the British Ambassador informed our Secretary of State Her Majesty's Government will consider participating in the Alpha Zulu program. I hear the first one is always the hardest and this is a government "friendly" to the United States?
Logan and Alex were astonished we watched their Harvard graduation on a live feed with the Prime Minister of England. I assured them he was just being a parent to a pair of proud parents. Any word on your adoption application. They were literally shaking when they said they had their interview in the next few days and were scared to death. The both wished we could be there with them. I told them to take Luke along for support. He carries more clout than we do and far less of a security detail to scare everyone shitless.
Noah pipped in saying it was like a Christmas parade with a twenty car motorcade going from the Ambassadors resident to Buckingham Palace. Logan and Alex were reminded by both Noah and Hayao to be wearing their Kevlar and body armor at all times. And Steven pipped in to remind Logan and Alex to be wearing a Kevlar cup around an excited little tyke. (Oh, the painful memories!!!)
With all the fun of a formal banquet at Buckingham Palace it was nice to be back at Fort Connor and have a good Army meal with great friends and comrades. Oh, to sleep in our own bed again but from the sound emanating from Noah & Hayao's bedroom sleep wasn't on their agenda.
Our newest family member was like a ghost around our living quarters. Up and out for the day before any of us thought about crawling out from under the sheets. Hot coffee ready when I walked in the office, mail arranged on my desk, paperwork that required my signature, and was at my beckon call till evening retreat and even after some nights. It was time for me to have a "father and son" chat with this young man about having a personal life. All work and no play makes for one very horny soldier.
Finally, all the construction was completed, the system updates checked, rechecked and re-rechecked. Nothing was left to chance. Fort Connor was now 200 soldiers strong, four Sergeants and one new First Sergeant. Now the moment Steven and I had been avoiding like the plague... we had to decide upon a new base commander, assistant to the base commander and a new adjutant. The time had come to accept the "empty nest syndrome" and move on to the next stage of our lives and our commitment to the proud men and women of the United States Army.
On the home front Logan and Alex were shaking in their boots and virtually a basket case as Luke rode with them for their first visit to the orphanage. After an exhaustive interview with the orphanage staff they were asked if they wanted to meet the twins... TWINS??? This is the first they had heard about twins. When asked if it presented a problem or if they had changed their minds their mutual answer was a resounding NO! The twins were brought into the conference room and at their young age they were as terrified as Logan and Alex were. Alex broke the silence and introduced himself and Logan. He shared they had just graduated from college and were secure in the business world. (How do you tell a young imp that your Dad runs the company and your Grandmother owns it? [And both are richer than "God"!]) What do you two like to do... Of course, video games was at the top of the list, soccer, swimming, camping, hiking, just being held and cuddled. Oh, do I have a cuddler for you. She is a 70# war dog retired from the Army and she never gets enough cuddling. She is so big you both could ride her around the house. It was a tearful good bye as the four ended their meeting and returned to the administrator's office. He advised them he had to run this past Child Services and they would receive their decision within a few weeks.
As Logan and Alex returned to the limo an astonished Luke said where is your son. He was livid when he heard it would take an additional few week to review and determine the status of our fitness to be parents. Luke went ballistic and into full CEO mode. Exiting the limo he walked into the front office of the orphanage and asked to see the administrator. He was advised the administrator doesn't see anyone without an appointment. He asked the receptionist to tell the administrator that Luke Worthington was in his lobby wanting to talk with him. Within minutes the administrator greeted him and escorted him to his office. Luke demanded to know what is holding up the application. This isn't the first adoption our family has made over the years and your rationale for needing an additional few weeks to review the paperwork smells like dead fish. Now here is what is going to happen. Give me a sane reason why this adoption can be initiated as of today or explain to Gloria Worthington at a special meeting of your Board of Directors why and I'm feeling it is because of the age of my son and his partner.
If you read the letters of recommendation and the history behind my son and his partner, the families involved... Not only do these children have the resources of the Worthingtons but Alex's fathers were just appointment Ambassadors at Large by the President of the United States and given the rank of a Six Star General of the Armies. Now you may speak!
After a litany of babbling bull shit Luke made it clear to him how it was going to be. Perhaps he might be able to persuade a major of the board to retain him as the administrator but I guarantee you this organization won't see a dime of Worthington money for the next two generation. Mama Bear may be phasing out but I hold her proxy for 51% of the voting stock. My twin brother John's son just graduated with his MBA and will be assuming the role as Director of the Worthington Foundation as the current director phases out this year. I seriously doubt if given a choice between attempting to replace the Worthington donations verses replacing some stupid ass director who doesn't know when he has lost the battle... well, what do you think?
If you'll ask your sons to have a seat in my outer office I'll consult with my staff and see what accommodations we can make.
As Logan and Alex returned to his office Luke smoldered in the limo wanting to give Beauty five minutes with that stupid ass administrator. The administrator called Logan and Alex into his office and apologized profusely over a clerical error. It seemed as if some paperwork had been misplaced and there was no reason the adoption placement couldn't proceed today if they were still interested.
We guess that depends upon the twins. We never had the chance to ask them if they wanted to be our sons. Can we agree upon a trial period of 90 for final placement. (At this point the administrator would have agreed to anything other than having to face down the Worthington empire which he knew even if he won the battle he would lose his job.)
Our two little red headed tykes were brought to the administrators office and immediately upon seeing Logan and Alex went running into their arms and wrapped themselves around their necks. When Logan and Alex asked them if they wanted to be part of their family forever and ever there was little doubt in any one's mind it was an enthusiastic yes. Paperwork was signed and our two proud dads walked out the front door of the orphanage to the shock look on Luke's face as he saw two identical red headed boys. Logan quipped to his father: "Hi gramps, they were having a two for one sale today". You better make sure Mama Bear is sitting down before we break the news to her.
As the limo returned them to the airport and to Worthington One Luke brought up Steven and I on our com and congratulated us a new Grandparents. I'm sending you a picture of your new grandsons. Steven and I look at each other quizzically as the photo appeared in our Email and we commented to Luke on what a lousy picture. You have a double exposure. SURPRISE!!! You over education geniuses were so involved in all the stress of your new appointment you failed to read the fine print that these are TWINS! Mama Bear is going to have a coronary.
Luke asked the pilot to divert to Andrews and have a limo waiting to take us to the Marriott. No time like the present to face Mama Bear and perhaps the shock won't be so bad if they hug and kiss her... she'll go into Grandma mode and won't be so stressed out.
Luke didn't need to be announced to have access to the Penthouse. As the door open and he yelled if Mama Bear was home she came out wondering why her son was surprising her and dropped everything in her hands when she saw two darling red headed tykes each in the arms of a loving father. Eventually Mama Bear regained her composure and told Luke to go run the company. She was keeping her grandsons and their sons for a while and spoiling them properly. After a hectic day and a lot of verbose threats Luke was content with a quiet helicopter ride to Camp Phoenix. Billy Bob, John and Connor were waiting at the helipad when Luke exited and wanted to know where their new grandson was. Be ready for shock... our young over educated brain trust neglected to read the fine print and we have TWINS. (Not to mention our two Six Star Generals of the Armies.)
Well lubricated with 20 year old single malt they started to see the humor in it. As the night progressed dozens of photos streamed out of the Penthouse of both proud great grandparents and two proud fathers of the newest imps of the Worthington Dynasty. Steven and I quickly shared the pics with our men and the ones who had helped raising Logan and Alex were ecstatic and assured us with those flaming red heads Logan and Alex would be paying the price for all the pranks they played many times over. Steven and I figured Mama Bear would kidnap them for a couple of weeks so we asked Major Allen to clear our schedule for a long weekend the first available one POTUS didn't have us out and about rubbing elbows with the high, mighty and powerful. At least we had plenty of pics to show off of our sons and grandsons.
I swear the military grapevine is almost as fast and powerful as the one in-house at Fort Connor. Within seconds of learning about our being the grandparents of twins Adam and Randy were on the video screen congratulating "GRAMPS" on the new additions to the family. I told them to just wait... with the sexual appetite of R.A. your turn may be arriving sooner than expected.
As long as we are talking are you going to be in residence at Fort Connor for a few days or does POTUS have you flying out for another high level "meet and greet". We are totally at your disposal unless POTUS changes our life unannounced. We will be there in the morning and the video conference ended.
Randy and Adam had definitely been doing their "due diligence" in reviewing potential candidates for the top three position for funning Fort Connor. The existing staff would always be available to answer questions but their responsibilities would now be to support us and our role as Ambassadors at Large for the USA and General of the Armies. Our staff would have its own living accommodations as would Steven and I along with three guest bedrooms in our Master Suite.
Randy and Adam arrived prior to lunch the next day with a case of portfolios on candidates for the remaining three positions. Ten candidates each for a total of 30 files to review. (If we miss the fine print this time around we really will be screwed!)
We all decided that their current rank wasn't a major concern. We all skipped a few ranks as we progressed up the military "ladder" and Steven and I never imagined ourselves on the top rung of that ladder. We would leave it to the new administration as to any changes they wanted to make or appoint as to the squad leadership and organization. We did need to get the top three positions filled and get the men on base "yesterday" so they can get THEIR program up and running. (It is going to be difficult to relinquish control to a program and base that Steven and I feel belongs to us as much as Adam and Randy claim it as theirs. There can only be ONE commander and the four of us will have to accept our fate. We have to make the right choice.
Adam and Randy had all but eliminated individuals without combat experience. Then they went by confidential interviews with the men who were in their units and how the men felt about their leadership. We decided in all fairness to select the best two candidates for base commander and fly them in for 1 on 1 interviews. We'd let the officer selected work with Adam and Randy as to the Deputy Base Commander and Adjutant officer selected.
After reading all thirty documents Adam and Randy had compiled both Steven and I felt one candidate stood out above the rest. It was almost as if he wrote the recommendations from his soldiers for himself. (Which we know didn't happen because Randy threatened them with court martial if they spoke of their conference with him.) It was a good toss up as to the other but five candidates did have merit for the top position besides the obvious. We were going to go with our GUT and only ask ONE candidate to interview. Randy brought up Alpha Zulu OPS and ordered an immediate transport of this officer to Worthington Executive Offices. He would be arriving early the next day. (Hopefully Luke will be able to find time to join in the interview.) Luke assured us he'd make the time considering Fort Connor would probably be the residence of his two grandsons in a year. If he didn't work out we still had five candidates left we could interview. Luke said he had a surprise for us so don't run away after our meeting.
After completing all the necessary work Steven looked at the three of us and commented: "It feels like I'm walking our daughter down the aisle and giving her away to her new husband. Yes, she'll always be part of my life but with another man". (He couldn't have said it better as all four of us teared up at the thought of giving away the love of our life.)
We flew out before dawn the next morning Steven and Adam in Alpha Zulu One and Randy and I in Alpha Zulu Actual. (It was becoming more emphasized that with each pair of officers [Partners] we should not be on the same plane together. The loss of both partners would devastate the Alpha Zulu program.) I also found out Luke and John got the same lecture from SecDef.
We flew out from Fort Connor on a beautiful night, full moon, not a cloud in the sky... perfect night flying weather and ZERO TURBLANCE for which my stomach is forever grateful. A trio of helicopters ferried us from "Andrews" to the Worthington Executive Offices and shockingly Luke and John met us for an early breakfast. After a delicious feast for breakfast we settled into the conference room and frankly discussed our top choice for the position of base commander. We advised Luke and John he doesn't know why he is here and especially he is the only candidate we are currently interviewing. If he shows interest and promising potential we will have him join us back at Fort Connor and see how he copes with the reality of what he will be facing.
As our innocent young Captain was escorted into the conference room the minute he saw the "brass" sitting at the conference table he snapped to attention and started the customary "... reporting as ordered, sirs!" At ease, Captain... At ease!
Luke took the helm and introduced himself, John, General Best, General Goodman, General Meat and General Mann. When he heard Steven and I being introduced he realized who we were and his eyes glued on the six stars on our shoulders. He turned into a basket case. Luke brought him back to reality when he said don't let Doug and Steven scare you, "Meat" only walks across the top of the swimming pool on Saturday nights. If you have any information you would like to share with us before we start now is the time.
Our nervous Captain started by saying thank you for having me here even if I have no idea the purpose of this meeting. General Best and General Mann are well known in the military circle and I never in the world ever expected to meet General Goodman and General Meat. You two are the "poster boys" of soldiers in the military regardless of their sexual preference. Rising from the enlisted rank to the highest rank in the military says much for the men you truly are. Whatever becomes from today... Thank you for this opportunity of meeting you.
Luke quipped back, let me call maintenance and have the door widened so those two can get their heads out of the room once we have finished this meeting. Luke proceeded to give our new victim the thumbnail overview of Fort Connor, the good, the bad and the ugly... THE UNVARNISHED TRUTH! Luke and John explained Adam and Randy were the original base commanders and he and John were the original imps. When Adam and Randy were promoted with the intent of expanding the program Meat and Steven replaced them. Now with Meat and Steven accepting new responsibilities from both the President and the Pentagon we need to fill the top three leadership position at Fort Connor. The decision will be Adam's and Randy's with a great deal of input from the remaining four of us. And to make this easier for all of us let's keep this informal and on a first name basis.
John followed up... you mentioned Meat and Steven being the "poster boys" regardless of sexual preference... may I ask your sexual preference. Talk about getting hit between the eyes right out of the gate. After an extremely long hesitation and figuring his military career had now ended he sat straight, eyes forward and firmly admitted he was gay. John followed up saying that makes it unanimous for everyone in the room. (You could hear the sigh of relief!)
Adam and Randy followed next giving their perception of Fort Connor and its development from a group of 50 soldiers to now a base of 200+ soldiers and non-commissioned officers. Building Fort Connor was a labor of love and only knowing the trusting hands receiving the reigns of Fort Connor could Adam and I work to build and expand the program. I might also add everyone on base is gay with the exception of the Max, our war dog. He is the proud daddy of six pups.
As Steven and I continued, I have to be honest we have stolen the best men we have ever trained to work on our staff. That has some plus and minus... the minus is you have to select new leadership and the plus is they are your men and will bond with you as their leader.
We are leaving an absolutely outstanding doctor (who is a real pain in the ass) but I wouldn't want anyone else taking care of me or my family. And a Chaplain who is totally loyal to the men, the imps and of course to God. As far as food goes you'll have the best mess in the Army far superior even than the Pentagon. (Did I mention we have a mandatory PT program in place and not an out-of-shape soldier on base. We have a zero tolerance on smoking and other than a case of scotch in my quarters a zero tolerance on alcohol. The men are in total agreement.
We have a very liberal policy on consensual sexual relations among the men and we only find it helps with productivity and cohesion. You will be required to be armed 24/7/365 unless you are in the shower and I figure Luke is working on a way for even that to be a requirement. You and your men hold lethal authority to terminate any threat with extreme prejudice. We can go over the stats as to incursion, soldiers wounded, but believe me this isn't a "baby sitting service".
Currently, there are only three imps in resident and they have a Liaison to the Israeli Prime Minister accompanying them. They have been a target of many hostile attacks upon Fort Connor this past year. We are just finishing expansion to accompany 69 imps in residence but that will depend upon how many friendly countries sign onto the program.
Steven and I will be in residence at Fort Connor as headquarters for us and our small staff. We have stolen our Adjutant and First Sergeant to become part of our headquarters staff and we have yet to approach Doc as I understand we are being encouraged by the Pentagon to have our own physician travel with us. We are looking at a few options so he can remain active at Fort Connor. My son and a battered soldier we stole from a homophobic Army base are continuing as our Aides. Major Allen (our current adjutant) will be retained with our headquarter staff to Liaison with Fort Connor, The White House, The Pentagon, Randy, Adam, Luke and John. The current First Sergeant will become my chief of staff. What office staff we require has yet to be determined and I will be asking Randy and Adam to recruit them so not to impact your staffing levels more than we already have.
Now that we are certain we have blown away your mind are you interested in continuing this interview. Without any hesitation came an empathic: YES! Luke then asked our now enthusiastic candidate to wait outside as we had some further business to discuss and we would like you to join us for lunch. Then fly back to Fort Connor to continue the interview process.
As our newest victim closed the door behind Luke and John started smiling from ear to ear and we knew they were up to no good and what shocked me more Adam and Randy had no idea of what was going on. Luke spoke and said our young man sure spoke true words... polls are showing ratings for the military haven't been this high since WWII and the Roosevelt era. The Secret Service informs me "The Beast" is being decommissioned as soon as "Beast II" is received and outfitted and "Beast I" will then be retrofitted as a secure vehicle so two high profile generals can travel together most of the time.
Also, when you return to Andrews you'll find a second "Six Star Special" jet identical to the current one reserved for each of you. The Pentagon is adamant about the two of you NOT flying on the same plane. You may be the military poster boys but there is a big bulls eye on that poster for every terrorist group, homophobic group, ultra-religious group, family values group... well you get the idea and if I ever hear about you walking out of your residence without wearing Kevlar and Ceramic armor it will be your bare ass over my knee! Are we on the same page and talking the same language? Steven and I affirmed in one voice: YES SIR! Now let's go enjoy a good meal and be social. This new guy sounds like he might be a "keeper" so let's not scare him away.
Over a casual lunch which our prospect candidate truly was enjoying we asked him in casual conversation if he had a partner in his life or any candidates for the position. He smiled and said the only partner I have in bed is the palm of my hand which caused us all to roar. (We all could remember those days.) His parents were killed when he was young and he went into the foster care system till he was 18. He was fortunate enough to get an appointment to West Point on his aptitude and graduated fifth in his class. Three tours in the middle-east and he was never happier than being with his men. With present company excluded officers usually bore me to death. (Oh, how we all could relate!) If he only knew how many points he was making over an informal meal.
As we parted, Luke extended an invitation to our young Captain to be his guest at Camp Phoenix whether or not he was selected for Fort Connor. (I could see Luke trying to steal him for Worthington.) Upon arriving at Andrews I suggest to Randy and Adam to give their pilots a few days off and join us on our Jets back to Fort Connors. Just have them pick you up 0900 hours in three days. You can always notify them if you need to return sooner or we can have our pilots return you if needed. Just look at the money you are saving on Jet fuel you old "penny pinchers".
Randy impressed our young candidate upon the in-depth background check that had been done prior to his interview. The name of the first girl you kissed: xxxxx The name of the first boy you kissed: xxxxx The first boy you had sex with: xxxxx, shall I continue. A very red faced candidate confirmed he had done a very thorough check. He quipped back: Do I wear boxers or briefs to which Randy answered: Red silk boxers! (The discussion quickly ended.) It was so nice seeing someone else being the brunt of Randy and Adams humor. Maybe these new stars have some redeeming values I've yet to realize.
Our jets touched down within minutes of each other and our new victim was appalled at the security which met us as we walked down the ramp. First Sergeant Allman was still multi-tasking and verified our security. I asked Sgt. Allman to have the first Land Rover take our guest to the new guest quarters and requisition a set of BDUs from supply so he could be comfortable as he toured the base.
As Steven landed with General Mann, credentials were verified and we drove off to the new guest quarters and let them get settled in. Take a break and rest till retreat, we'll probably be at this till late tonight. I then asked the Sergeant to take us to our new quarters wherever they hid them on base. Were we impressed. A marble slab with our six star insignia was at the entrance to our quarters. Our names appeared on the building and a hand carved Army insignia relief graced the doors to our quarters. As we entered like a kid in his first candy shop, Hayao stood to attention and proudly announced: "Welcome back sirs!" (Come here and give your dads a hug!) Which was quickly obeyed.
Our two aides were still moving our belongings from our old quarters to either our new suite or our new offices. It would be a few more days before everything was moved and if we couldn't find something just ask. I turned to Hayao and asked if he would make certain Major Allen, 1st. Sgt. Allman Doc, Noah and our two "aides" didn't sneak away to work and be present at retreat and dinner tonight. It wasn't a request! And now if Steven and I could have a little "alone" time wake us up at least an hour before retreat. I had no more than gotten the words out of my mouth and Noah came running into our quarters. Hayao grabbed him and said latter, they need to get their "rest"... err, yeah!... was Noah's reply.
Retreat was far too formal with Randy and Adam present but finally we made it to where we could smell the aroma of good Army food. After a delicious meal which everyone present assured our guest was the norm around here I went to the podium and asked for the indulgence of all as we had a lot to do tonight. And, I want to start with a long overdue promotion. Will Lt. Colonel Magnus Savage join me up front. Lt. Colonel it is with my extreme personal and professional privilege to promote you to the rank of Full Colonel of the United States Army. Hayao and Noah came forward, removed his Lt. Colonel silver oak leafs and attached his silver eagles. Noah then gave him a hug and a kiss which everyone knew was for saving Hayao's life and career. I then asked our ever present (man behind the scene) chaplain who never asked for any recognition for the countless hours of hard work he gave freely to the men of Fort Connor to come forward... It is the extreme pleasure of both General Goodman and myself to promote you to the rank of Major in the United States Army. (Steven and I personally affixed his gold oak leaves.)
Steven then took the microphone and continued: "One of the perks of being made "General of the United States Armies" is the privilege of choosing ones staff and General Meat and I have made our initial selection of immediate core staff. As I read off the following names will you please come forward and present yourself to the men of Fort Connor.
(Nepotism be damned, I'm proud of my kids!!!)
The applause never ended while Steven and I affixed the correct insignia on our newly promoted friends, family and colleagues. Nothing makes me happier than promoting/recognizing men due to their Love of Country, Love of Duty and Love for their fellow man. Randy and Adam harassed me afterwards saying they were glad I didn't have a larger family or I would bankrupt their budget. (Have you met the two new grandkids?)
I closed the meal with the announcement: "I don't know how they do it but a cake and ice cream celebration will be served at 2000 hours tonight in celebration of today's events".
I whispered in Doc's ear as things started to die down "I wanted to kick you down to private after you sentenced me to bed rest but Steven thought promoting you was a better way to get even!" As a friend, after the celebrations die down would you join Steven and me in our new quarters. (Just look for the big marble slab with the six stars and armed sentries, you can't miss it!)
I calmly mentioned to Captain Manning, Hayao and Noah if they would walk back with Steven and I to our quarters. We had some very important things to discuss yet tonight. As we entered our now luxurious surroundings I turned to Hayao and asked: "Where did you hide the Scotch"? He smiled at me and answered: "I knew I was forgetting something" as I told him HE WAS FIRED! Everyone roared as Hayao produced five glasses and a new bottle of single malt. I'm now in father mode to you two and friend mode to you Captain. Living around us can be damn dangerous and I want you protected from everything. So, that being said, I'll arrange for it with Luke's attorney's but I want you to have wills and medical directives on what you want done if you are unable to make a medical decision. Steven and I have wills but we will be getting medical directives with you.
Also, I might add one of the most important pieces of advice Luke ever gave me when we assumed control of this program was to start an investment portfolio. If you are interested I'm certain Luke will put you in touch with the person and I can truthfully say it has been a $$$ winfall as we are getting on in years.
As the mood was getting far too serious the doorbell rang announcing Doc had arrived. Hayao invited him in and I acknowledge he knew everyone present. As this decision affected all five of us I wanted everyone present for the discussion. The Pentagon is being adamant about us having a personal physician especially when we travel. Combined with the fact we now have to travel on separate jets and our schedules we won't always be together it is going to require two physicians and at least one more in residence at Fort Connor. As a big of a pain in the ass as you can be at times there isn't anyone I would rather have taking care of my family in an emergency. The primary physician slot is yours for the asking. Unfortunately, it doesn't come with an increase in rank or pay. Give it some thought but let me know by close of business tomorrow so I can give Randy and Adam some guidance on what to do.
Also, if you feel you'd rather stay here at Fort Connor I know you have tentacles that reach throughout the civilian and medical communities. If you have a gay friend who might be interested in a posting with us or at Fort Connor give me the information and I'll pass it on to Randy and Adam to get the damn Pentagon off my back before they stick me with some straight woman and assign her to Fort Connor. (Doc only mumbled under his breath: "Paybacks can be hell" combined with his patented evil smile.)
I broke up this cheery group saying it was time for me to try out this new bed and see if it was up to standards for making love to my partner in life. As everyone quickly left, I contacted ops and left a 0500 hrs wakeup call. OPS acknowledged: "Goodnight Alpha Zulu Actual".
I never realized how wonderful tankless water heaters were until I realized no matter how long I stood under the shower head I wasn't going to run out of hot water. I was hard as a rock as I crawled into bed and before I knew it fell asleep in the arms of my lover before I could even get to "first base". (Steven is never going to let me live that down.) Maybe I'll try and blame it on the lube again. After our morning ritual of SSS (Shit, Shower & Shave) Steven and I headed out for Assembly and then off for breakfast. As Doc joined us at our table he commented he had gotten up early and had talked to some of his peers. Here are the names of five interested and qualified physicians AND THEY ARE ALL WOMEN! (I thought Randy and Adam would chock.) After looking at the names and the look on Doc's face he was just getting even with me for last night. Randy breathed a big sigh of relief and our visiting Captain had no idea of how humorous the moment was between good friends.
I cornered Colonel Allen and asked him to find out what it would take for him to become a licensed Notary. (Make it a priority item on your to do list.) The balance of the day was spent showing our guest Captain around the base and he marveled at the firepower we had available. He would have been so happy to have this much firepower when he was serving in the middle-east. We were constantly giving him examples of when it had been used and why it was added to our arsenal at Fort Connor. After a litany of examples including our halo attack, speedboat attacks, mortar attacks, kamikaze attack, assassin stealth attack and then finished with the number of cruise missile attacks we had faced. These weren't war stories, these are the battles we had fought on U.S. Soil defending U.S. Children.
After the lunch the moment of truth finally arrived... the four of us asked our new Captain if he was interested in this posting. His first question was: "What position are you offering" and I thought Doc was going to have to resuscitate him when Randy said: "Base Commander"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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