ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 038 – A New Beginning
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Adam Mann: Four Star 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: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Steven Goodman: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Magnus Savage: 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
"Jamie Bob" Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Mason Allen: Two Star Major General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
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
Alexander Malinois: Master Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Alex Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa
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 (Israeli Nationals)
Jason Allman: Colonel, U.S. Army (Chief of Staff to General Meat and General Goodman.)
Matt Longdick: Lieutenant Colonel, U.S.Army (Alpha Zulu Headquarter Staff) (Partner of Jason Allman)
Hayao Kinugasa, Captain, U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman.)
Robert Manning, Captain, U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman.)
Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army - Alpha Zulu 69
Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)
Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)
Jamison Miller: Colonel, U.S. Army (Head of Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security Alpha Zulu Program)
Frazer Sullivan: Colonel, U.S. Army (Head of Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69 Program)
Everyone was right, Robert Gregory's promotion to a four star general of the Army passed through congress with no opposition. Unlike the media spectacle of Meat and Steven being presented with their six star rank, the Colonel's promotion was quiet and conservative with only immediate family and a few close friends presided over by the President in the White House Rose Garden.
This simple act brought many long overdue changes at Fort Connor... promotions being high on that list. Anthony Caruso was promoted to a Brigadier (One Star) General, Mason Allen to a Major (Two Star) General, Jason Allman to a full (Bird) Colonel, Matt Longdick to a Lt. Colonel and the Chaplain was promoted to a full (Bird) Colonel which was long overdue. Once the Generals retired the staffs would be merged into one and Major General Allen would be in the day to day command of Fort Connor. There were a lot of shocked faces when Colonel Gregory announced the changes once he received his promotion to a four star General. The Jungle Grapevine was blazing with the news and Steven and I were happy for the officers we cherished as friends and who deserved the recognition and promotions.
The long multi-nation travel was taking its toll on our "Gulf Stream Jet" and to our surprise when Air Force One was decommissioned with the arrival of its replacement the Army and Worthington had it overhauled and commissioned as "Army Star Six" for exclusive use by Steven and me. To say it was "over kill" was an understatement. Steven and I were living in luxury. It could be a flying Alpha Zulu Command Post. It was too big to land at Fort Connor so Army Star Six would be kept in a Hanger at Andrews AFB and we would still use the Gulf Stream for local junkets and to commute to and from Fort Connor.
When Steven and I thanked Luke for our new "accommodations" he just laughed and said it is one of the perks of those stars on our shoulders. The Department of Defense was going to sell the plane for scrap value and reconditioning it was actually cheaper than replacing your Gulf Streams. It was a "Win-Win" for everyone. Luke just asked for us to promise him a ride in it sometime soon.
"GUARANTEED!!!"
Our plane wasn't the only thing suffering from the amount of miles we were traveling. Our bodies were starting to suffer also. Doc demanded complete physicals every six months and when that man says complete he means COMPLETE!
Finally it was time for the big moment and the official presentation of Colonel Gregory's Four Stars by the President at the White House. Unlike most Washington events this was low keyed and strictly for the immediate family and friends. After the festivities at the White House we adjourned to Mama Bear's Penthouse and the celebration continued. Steven looked exhausted and after hugging and kissing all the kids he continued his emotional thanks to all our friends present.
Steven then asked me to join him as we walked to our bedroom. Expecting a hot night of sex with my lover I was shocked when he held me, tears running down his face and told me he was dying. I collapsed on the bed in shock and he joined me holding me tight. Doc had diagnosed an inoperable brain aneurism 12 months ago and Doc was sworn to secrecy. I didn't want anyone treating me with kid gloves. Doc has consulted with the best minds in Neuro Medicine and everyone agree it is inoperable and terminal. Death will be quick, within minutes when it ruptures with little pain. I want you to hold me in your arms because I don't think I'll see another sunrise.
Only the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs is aware of the condition and when it happens just have OPS notify him with the code word: "Ghost Protocol" and everything will be taken care of. Now please hold me and never let me go.
The tears streamed down my face all night and shortly before dawn the glowing apparition of my first love Connor appeared, taking Stevens hands and leading him back through a glowing portal. They both assured me when it was my time they would return for me to join them in eternity.
I held the lifeless body of Steven in my arms as the tears streamed down my face. I knew he died with no pain and that was truly a blessing. I brought up OPS on my wrist com and asked them to notify the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs to implement "Ghost Protocol". I now had to face my friends and tell them Steven was dead.
As the family was gathering for a buffet breakfast Luke took one look at me and said: "You look like shit, didn't you sleep last night?" I burst into tears as I held him and told him Steven was dead. Everyone present was in shock. I collapsed into a chair and Luke poured me a double Scotch. The planning for the funeral was complete and detailed. Everything happened like a finely tuned clock. General Gregory took care of seeing that I was in the right place at the right time and protected me and our family from the multitude of media reporters who wanted the scoop of the decade for themselves.
The children and grandchildren were devastated and we attempted to prepare them for a funeral that wasn't just for us but for our nation. Steven and I symbolized so much for so many people I had to be strong and allow people throughout this country and the world to mourn with us.
Steven was honored by lying in state in the Capitol Rotunda and his funeral service was held in the National Cathedral and was carried live by media throughout the world. Steven was laid to rest beside Connor at Arlington National Cemetery and I knew when it was my time I would join them both in rest and in eternal life.
Luke and John were my strength to face the future. Without them and the new General Gregory I doubted if I would want to live another day. The love of my children and grandchildren gave me a reason to face each new day and I drastically cut back on the travel POTUS often requested.
Fort Connor became my refuge and my resident hard ass doctor demanded a complete physical every six months even after he cut my Scotch ration to 2 ounces per day. (He needs to remember I can still kick his ass down to a PFC!) Being a resource for General Gregory to use gave me pride in the knowledge I had obtained over the years.
I continued to have an open door policy for the men of Fort Connor and always sent them to the correct person if a command decision needed to be made. This was General Gregory's command and I was simply his guest in residence.
Luke and John insisted I leave Fort Connor and visit them regularly and even Mama Bear demanded my presence (resistance is futile) and I so appreciated her wanting me and her concern for me. Watching my children and grandchildren grow into fine young men is what gave me renewed vigor to face each new day and I knew I was leaving a legacy of which any man would be proud.
I was selective of which trips POTUS asked me to make on his behalf and I insisted General Gregory accompany me. I wanted to prepare him for what he would face when he was awarded six stars after my death. I wanted what Steven and I started to continue and General Gregory would dedicate his life to fulfill that goal.
I had countless requests to speak at the War College and all the military academies in addition to over 100+ requests for commencement addresses for colleges and universities throughout the world. I still held firm to my commitment to visit every military hospital when I visited a military base. I always was more comfortable with the enlisted men than I was with the officer clique. I hoped I'd never find another "Bob Manning" but I know that a homophobic attitude still exists in our military.
I was devastated when Randy and Adam died within days of each other and they were buried with full military honors side by side at Arlington National Cemetery next to Adam's first love of 14 years MSgt John Morano. R.A. delivered the eulogy and expounded on what his namesakes did for this country, for children and for the United States Army. I was so proud of this young man who was the primo prankster of all the imps and now was the driving force behind helping children of the world.
Our H.R. Colonels had tentacles through the military and constantly being appraised of potential additions for the Alpha Zulu program. General Gregory's aide asked if he had time for a video conference with Colonels Miller and Sullivan. The Colonels were quickly brought up on the conference screen and the horror story of a homophobic assault on a young PFC was unveiled. Getting all the pertinent details General Gregory knocked at the door of General Meat and asked if he had anything urgent on his schedule. Finding Meat's schedule clear he was asked if he would like to do a good deed and save the life and future of a PFC. Meat never gave it a second thought. They were immediately airborne and arrived at the base unannounced and requested immediate transportation to the hospital.
Asking for the doctor in charge of the patient it was confirmed this was a homophobic attack and the patient was still critical. I asked for his complete name and military ID also requesting if he was stable enough to be airlifted to the Alpha Zulu hospital.
Next stop, the base General who wasn't going to appreciate our meeting. General Gregory took the lead and two four stars generals matched off against each other. The base commander refused to transfer the PFC to our Alpha Zulu command and that is when I introduced myself and asked if he wanted a call from his Commander in Chief authorizing the transfer. Knowing he was well over his head he authorized the transfer and we waited until the PFC was airborne and Doc was notified of his incoming patient. General Gregory thanked me for my assistance and I was happy these stars on my shoulder could help another soldier.
I wrote up a devastating report to support General Gregory's action and asked for a complete evaluation of the command of the base and a criminal court martial of the individuals involved in the assault and battery. I knew the base General would only be retired with a full pension but it sends a message through the military this type of action won't be tolerated.
Doc was right on our case that General Gregory brings home as many stray dogs and cats as I did. I just looked at Doc and told him: "Consider it job security"... smiled and left. A few days later when our young PFC was conscious and functioning at a normal level I visited and assured him he was among friends and I apologized for the treatment he received and the lack of concern from the officers of the base. You have one job at the moment, listen to this hard ass doctor and get well. Then we'll talk.
General Gregory had more insight into the situation that I did and asked Doc if the patient was well enough to listen to some shocking "facts of life". Doc assured the General the PFC was out of the woods and his words shouldn't present a medical problem.
General Gregory introduced himself and simply stated this was a discussion among men and his rank had no bearing on what was being said. General Meat is my friend and he just lost his partner of over 40 years recently. In addition, you are the same as a man he rescued many years ago and became like a son to him. Bob Manning was in a car with the General when a sniper put a bullet through his head covering the General and Bob's partner with blood and brain matter. It was a traumatic memory which still plagues the General to this day. I don't know the General's intent with you and so long as your intent is honorable and it is among consenting adults I don't have a problem. But, I also warn you... Hurt my General and you'll be transferred to the Artic Warfare Post in Alaska faster than you can pack your snowshoes. Thank you for listening to me.
General Meat was a daily visitor to our young PFC and demanding constant updates from Doc as to his condition. Finally, when Doc was ready to release our PFC back to full duty status General Meat entered the patient's room and asked if he could talk with him. The PFC responded: "I understand it is you I have to thank for my life so it is doubtful I would deny you anything". When asked what the PFC wanted to do in the Army his answer was simple: "Be productive and protect the United States". General Meat reluctantly commented he wasn't getting any younger and he needed an aide around to help him. Would you be interested? That left our PFC speechless. Take 24 hours and think it over. If it doesn't appeal to you let me know what you want to do and I'll do my best to make it happen. Meat quickly left to allow our PFC a chance to consider his options.
Doc overheard the conversation and commented to our PFC that the General hadn't opened himself up that much to another person since Bob Manning was killed. You could really do some good in his life. When asked how healthy the General was Doc only commented he'd fuck your ass till you couldn't put your legs together to walk which only made the PFC smile from ear to ear.
The next day when the General returned to visit, our PFC thanked him for his gracious offer and he would consider it an honor to assist the General in any way possible. General Meat went immediately to General Allen and asked him to assign the new PFC as his personal aide. I'll clear it with General Gregory. General Gregory only smiled at him and knew there was still some love left in the "old man" knowing Luke and John would be happy for the renewed vigor in his life.
It took over a month for General Meat to feel comfortable with his new aide. Luke and John privately told his new PFC they hadn't seen the General smile since Steven died. He must be doing something right. Our PFC decided to move into one of the extra bedrooms in the General's suite to be close to him if he needed assistance at night. The General appreciated his initiative and dedication. General Meat was shocked when he walked out of his office one day to find an Army Green deluxe "Electric Golf Cart" with a six star front ID plate waiting for his chauffeured use around Fort Connor. Only with the constant nagging of his new aide did the General agree to utilize it.
General Meat was finding his new aide was as intuitive as Bob Manning had been. His feeling were going beyond that of a General to his aide. One evening as the two men were sitting in the comfort of their home our PFC spoke to the General and admitted his had a confession to make and it might get him court martialed. He walked over to the General, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him passionately. The general quickly recovered from the shocking revelation and assured him it wouldn't get him court martialed but it definitely would get him fucked.
Our PFC dropped to his knees and quickly exposed the legendary Mt. Meat which he lavished with his tongue and as much of his mouth as he could use to pleasure this man. Before Meat blasted off with his baby batter our PFC wanted to ride this prime hunk of Army beef and the General only smiled and told our innocent PFC he would take it easy on him.
Well coating Mt. Meat with lube Meat proceed to squeeze the balance of the tube into the PFC's love tunnel. Our willing victim then straddled Meat's thighs and proceeded to line up Meat's cock with the opening to his tunnel of love. When he felt the head caress his tender opening he knew it was now the time to go all the way. He looked into our Generals eyes and pleadingly asked: "Go easy, I'm a virgin". Then Meat felt the downward pressure on his cock as he watched the expression of pain on the face of this newbie. His ass may be feeling pain but his cock was standing proud. Suddenly, his ass snapped around the head of Mt. Meat and he gave an involuntary "scream" of pain. Then he started sliding down the length of Mt. Meat finding how thick it became the more he slid down. He started riding it with a passion and soon his ass cheeks felt Meat's pubic hair. He rode it like a bucking bronco guaranteed to get the blue ribbon. Without warning our young PFC's cock erupted and coated Meat's face with his first orgasm. Meat smiled at him and only commented on such a wonderful flavor it had.
As he rode Mt. Meat he was lost in pleasure and when he rose up too high and Mt. Meat slid out he only slammed his ass back down impaling himself on every inch of hard Army cock. Our PFC was lost in pure pleasure he had never experienced and assured himself this was only the first of many times he would pleasure the General. He rode the General hard until he felt Mt. Meat expand, the General held his hips tight and stationary as his balls exploded and filled his ass with the General's hot man seed. His ass burned but he could only smile at the General. He was rotated so the General could hold his back against his chest with Mt. Meat still deep in his ass. That is how they would sleep this night and by morning his distended gut told our PFC he had multiple orgasms of baby batter injected into his body during the night. As he detached himself from Mt. Meat he ran for the bathroom as massive amount of cum streamed from his ass and down his leg. After showering and flushing out his ass he returned to the General and cuddled with this wonderful man.
Our PFC asked if he should report himself and turn himself in for court martial. The General replied: "Only if you plan on deserting me". This night bonded the two for the rest of the General's life. (When General Meat eventually died our PFC was offered any posting available in the Army. He wanted to stay at Fort Connor and serve in any way possible. His request was immediately granted.)
Meat asked to talk with the Chaplain about the events of last night and the Chaplain assured him he did not seduce the young man and it sure sounds as if what happened was consensual. Yes, you have some age difference but you are still a virile and healthy man with a sexual appetite. So long as you aren't forcing him... enjoy what you share while you can. Steven would only want you two to be happy.
That night Meat seduced our PFC and by sunrise he had a bloated gut full of baby batter again and could barely stand let alone put his legs together. Meat helped him to the shower and cleaning out the copious orgasms of baby batter he had injected into his willing body. The pain decreased and he was able to walk with some difficult to morning flag raising. As convenient as the "golf cart" was for the General's, today it was a necessity for the PFC. Everyone on base was happy for the General if not a little envious of the PFC. Yes, he really was a virgin and sacrificed himself to Mt. Meat to pleasure a man who had saved his life and given him a new reason to serve his country.
General Gregory and R.A. were ecstatic for Meat and did everything they could to encourage the two lovers. Meat's attitude improved and he attacked his work with a renewed vigor. Of course there were frequent breaks when their office went into secure lockdown and our PFC ended up being bent over Meat's desk or conference table. Luke made certain there was only one available bedroom when the pair visited Camp Phoenix and they volunteered to bunk together to solve the problem. (One of these times Luke is going to throw these lovers a curve and tell them two bedrooms are available and see what they do.) Oh, Luke can be so evil on occasion.
The people in adjoining bedroom had no doubt as to our young PFC getting his brains fucked out on Mt. Meat at night and ending with a big smile on both faces when they emerged for breakfast in the morning. Meat was like a teenager who just learned his cock was good for something besides taking a leak. Meat's sexual repression and guilt were gone and everyone at Camp Phoenix and Fort Connor were happy for the pair.
Eventually, our young PFC had to hobble over to medical one morning and admit to Doc his ass burned like a blast furnace. Doc only smiled and admitted he was surprised he hadn't gone on sick call sooner. Putting him in stirrups and dilating his sphincter he saw bruised inflamed tissue as deep as he could visualize. He assured himself with his patient commenting this was all consensual. He then sprayed a topical agent which immediately took away the pain and wasn't impressed with Doc when he was told no sex for ten days. (The General wasn't happy but this had happened to his partner before.) That just meant they had ten days to cuddle and share their talented mouths. Meat loved the sweet flavor of cum "from the tap" of his young aide. Meat continuously thanked him for all the pleasure he was sharing with his "old partner". Our PFC corrected him saying he was his "experienced partner" and he loved every minute with him.
R.A. was snuggling with General Gregory and asked if Meat ever came out of his quarters anymore. The General simply smiled at his partner and said: "Would you if you had a 20 year old stud for a lover"? R.A. was indeed happy for Meat.
When the forced 10 day sexual abstinent period had past our young PFC was again impaled on Mt. Meat and was only screaming from the pleasures he was receiving. He was blessed with a partner that knew how to pleasure and he thanked God for bringing Meat to him in his hour of need. Meat couldn't believe how many loads of hot cum he blasted into the gut of this man... he made Meat feel like a teenager again and it seemed like Mt. Meat never went down around him. Meat would get a permanent erection just sitting at his desk thinking of our PFC and he rarely obtained full penetration before his balls blasted forth its first of many hot injections of primo Army Baby Batter.
They both cherished those evening when they could just wrap their arms around each other, kiss, cuddle, touch, feel and end up in a hot shower and snuggling in bed all night. Not every night was rampant sex but enough nights existed to make them both well satisfied sexually. Many a morning our young PFC rose early, headed toward the shower to utilize the shower bidet only to sneak back into bed again and crawl deep under the covers to motivate Mt. Meat to conquer his ass at sunrise. He didn't mind the sore ass all day if he knew the man he loved was well satisfied and enjoyed having him around.
Meat broached the subject of his family one day and our PFC skirted the question like a pro. Asking General Allen to pull up his military record and what family was listed on his security review it showed both of his parents living. It was now time to force the issue and for our PFC to face his own demons.
Through the tears he told Meat of his father beating him with a leather strap when he found him sucking his buddy's cock after school one day. After his father left him bloody and barely able to walk both of his parents kicked him out of their home. (As if being Gay was contagious... DAH!!!) Meat couldn't blame him for not wanting to talk about his parents. As he told General Allen and Gregory there was no way he'd encourage his lover to try to repair that relationship.
With Steven's life insurance and retirement income account now his, at his death Meat's estate would be muli-millions and far more than his children and grandchildren would need for their education. Meat had $1,000,000.00 USD put in a trust for our PFC which could only be accessed after he turned 30 years of age. With R.A.'s wise investments its value would double by the time our PFC even found out about the trust and was of age to access it. R.A. knew what it was to be alone with no future. He was dedicated to help Meat with his long term goal of providing for this special man even if they weren't married.
Every time Meat thought of marriage he felt like he was betraying Steven and the 40 years they spent together. The chaplain affirmed that Steven would be the first one to kick him in the ass for denying himself. As we tell every person we counsel: "Age and Rank are not prerequisites to a healthy marriage". Look at R.A. and General Gregory... yes they have problems at times but they are totally committed to one another. Share your feelings with this young man and see how he feels.
Meat was terrified to admit to anyone publically he was in love with his PFC. It was no longer just a sexual outlet. He cared for the man, he hated being away from the man, he wanted to spend every minute with the man, he was concerned if he was providing enough pleasure for the man... Yes, Meat was in love and his brain just had to accept what his heart and soul now knew. Meat decided it was now or never.
Meat and his young aide would be celebrating the New Year with the Worthington Clan and he could think of no better time than 0001 hours New Year Day to propose to him. Meat's sneaky mind started to plan how to pull this off. He told is young friend he wanted to buy him an inexpensive "Army Ring" for him to wear every day. After much arguing he relented and Meat said he would order it the next trip to Washington so he could have the Jeweler determine the correct ring size. Unknown to our PFC the ring had already been order the only holdup was determining the size of the ring in which to mount the stones.
When Meat handed our PFC a ring box late on New Year Eve he wasn't surprised and expected it to be the Army ring they had talked about. When he opened the box and found a platinum ring with three cushion cut diamonds. With his arms wrapped around Meat, Meat could feel his body shudder as he filled his boxers with his thick Army Baby Batter. "I take it that is a yes" Meat commented. YES YES YES was the reply!!!
Meat said he had one condition: "I'm older than you and let's face reality I'm going to die before you. You have to promise me you won't mourn my passing for too long, you'll go out and find a man to love and adopt a young boy in need and name him "Doug Meat". I can guarantee you R.A. will help you even if you decide to be a single parent.
A month later the Chaplain performed a private service with General Gregory and General Allen standing as best man for the two lovers. R.A. was so happy for his grandfather. The Chaplain was correct: "Love knows no age or rank"!
Meat's age and health was becoming tenuous and Meat was accepting the fact there wasn't much more Doc could do to keep him alive. Worried about our young lover he asked General Gregory to join him in a private conversation. When asked about his opinion as to the character and loyalty of General Gregory's young aide he only expounded platitudes about both his abilities and character. General Meat confided we need to do a little match making and give cupid a push. Doc tells me I won't be around much longer and I don't want my lover to be alone, depressed and mourn me too long. It seems like these two work well together it is now time to see how they would be matched together. The two Generals agreed to give Cupid a super big shove.
As General Meat ordered a Champagne dinner for four the base was alive with gossip as to what was happening this night. As they relaxed well lubricated after a delicious meal Meat proceeded to pour an open bottle of his prize 20 year old Scotch single malt. After our two aides were well beyond their capacity of alcohol Meat gave them a direct order. Advising his young lover he didn't want him being a monk after he was gone I want the two of you to spend the night together and consummate the desires you both have in your heart. My end is near and I don't want to leave without knowing you will find happiness in your life. Both aides knew how serious General Meat was in his request and neither of them would deny him anything. They did have feelings for each other and only the bond of marriage between Meat and his PFC had prevented them from consummating their feelings.
As Meat and General Gregory heard the screams of lust and passion through the wall of the bedroom they knew they had a match made in heaven for the two men they both wanted the best future possible in their lives. Meat turned to his friend and said I won't see another sunrise. I've had a good life so no heroics. When I'm gone just have OPS notify the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs to initiate "Ghost Protocol" and everything will be taken care of. Doc will sign the death certificate. Just don't let those two lovers mourn too long before they tie the knot. "Please take care of them" were the last words General Meat spoke in this life.
General Gregory saw a brilliant glowing white aura appear in their quarters through which both Connor and Steven appeared. Taking the hands of General Meat they helped him into the light which closed behind them. Meat now was with the two men he loved and with whom he would share eternity.
With all the "pomp and circumstance" due his rank and accomplishments over the years, Meat was buried besides Connor and Steven at Arlington National Cemetery. The men of Alpha Zulu were not ashamed to show tears for the man they loved. The man they considered a father to them all.
A month later General Gregory called our two aides into his office and asked them if they were indeed in love. They both admitted they were but felt it was inappropriate to proceed further considering the recent death of General Meat. It shocked them both when they learned the last official act of General Meat was to promote them both to the rank of Captain. And his last official order to me was to see you two married if you were in love. Now, the Chaplain has an appointment scheduled for the two of you for premarital counseling. Don't miss it!
A few weeks later with General Gregory and General Allen standing as they "Best Men" they dedicated their lives to the memory of General Doug Meat and his goal of protecting the children of the world. Both PFC's (Now Captains) stayed on with the Alpha Zulu program as Aides to General Gregory and General Allen. Even with obscene monetary offers from companies which competed with Worthington for government contracts they refused to leave the Generals who were an integral part of their lives.
The next surprise in the lives of our two new Captains was when R.A. walked down the ramp of his plan on Thursday night holding a crying imp in his arms who was clutching his neck. R.A.'s credentials were verified and he was escorted to the office of General Gregory. Everyone was in shock at the new addition including General Gregory. R.A. instructed him to invite our new Captains, order dinner for four in your quarters and asked General Gregory to pull one of his sacred bottles of 20 year old single malt Scotch out before I get started on the explanation.
Ssgt. Rod was summoned after he ate and was asked to assign Alexander to "puppy duty" for our new young addition to Fort Connor. This eased the young man's stress and he relaxed as he was cuddled, licked and kissed by the furry animal that outweighed him 4 to 1.
R.A. proceeded to share the traumatic story of this young man's life. His mother died in childbirth and his father was killed in action on the same day. He was being raised by his only relative, his grandmother until recently when she was forced due to health to move into a residential home. R.A. was made aware of the situation and the grandmother was relieved when R.A. offered to have the child become his ward. As he turned to our new Captains he simply spoke: "This young man has had enough trauma in his young life to last a lifetime. He needs a stable and loving family and I hope you two will want to provide this for him". No adoption is necessary as his grandmother has given me full power over him. It is just a matter of our legal department filing the paperwork with the court and he will be your son forever. Only one request was made to our new fathers: Please have his name changed to: Doug Meat, Jr. This request brought tears of joy from everyone in the room.
When R.A. brought our newly minted Captains into the room to meet their new son he came running to them, wrapped his arms around them and asked: "Are you my new daddies" and amidst the tears they told him he was their son forever. The Jungle Grapevine was in overdrive with the news of the new addition and his new name. This child would be raised by 200+ big brothers and two loving fathers for the rest of his life.
The next morning R.A. and our Captains held our young additions hands as they headed off to medical and for Doc to do his thing. There were alligator tears when Doc drew blood samples but Doc does have a compassionate side when it comes to children. He was chipped with no pain incurred.
The shit hit the fan when later that day Doc demanded R.A., General Gregory and our two new fathers in an immediate command performance meeting. Doc in his most intimidating mode anyone had ever seen him announced: "Someone has been molesting your son"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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