ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 045 – A Tragic Loss to Fort Connor & Alpha Zulu

 

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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: Six Star General of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

"Jason Bob" Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)

Jason Allman: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

Matt Longdick: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor

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)

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, Six Star General of the Armies, 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 (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security Program)

Frazer Sullivan: Colonel, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69 Program)

Anthony Caruso: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Base Commander of Fort Connor)

Bob Jones: Colonel, U.S. Army (Adjutant to Base Commander Fort Connor)

Danny Henry: Lieutenant Colonel, U.S. Army (Chief of Staff to Base Commander Fort Connor)

Dillion Dwight: Colonel, U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor

 

"Angus" (Name Classified): Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody by Alpha Zulu

 

Before I could finish my conversation with Luke and Logan, I was informed that Doc was conscious and wanted to talk with me. As I held the hand of my old friend he gave me the grim news. He was being treated the last few years for a heart condition and short of a heart transplant there wasn't much medicine could do. He had no wish to live attached to a machine or in a nursing home. In my medical file you'll find my advanced directives and "DO NOT RESUSCITATE" order and I expect my wishes to be followed. Let me leave this earth with my pride and dignity intact. The tears flowed down my face as I agreed to his request. By now Doc Johnson had pulled his medical file and was knowledgeable of what was happening. He agreed, other than a heart transplant there wasn't another option. We could keep Doc comfortable and let the disease run its course.

 

I notified Luke and Logan of what was happening. Early in the predawn hours of the following day, with my hand holding that of my dear friend, Colonel Magnus Savage departed this earthly realm for his eternal peace and rest. Alpha Zulu was devastated. The Chaplain planned a beautiful memorial service and I was surprised to view a sea of red roses surrounding the coffin given by the men of Fort Connor. We were all surprised when OPS notified General Caruso of an unscheduled plane squawking "Air Force One" was requesting permission to land. The President of the United States walked down the ramp without the media spectacle which usually accompanies him everywhere. I was so pleased that Jason and the boys were wearing suits and tie for the funeral. I knew how much they loved Doc and it was their way of expressing their love. They were in shock when the President asked if he could sit with them. Andrew was a loss for words but Jeremy solved the problem as he wrapped his arms around POTUS neck and kissed him. "Of course Mr. President." (Out of the mouths of babies come honest feelings.) POTUS was truly loved and appreciated.

 

The Chaplain gave a beautiful and moving eulogy and the President asked to make a few comments.

 

"Few people know the commitment and sacrifices Colonel Magnus Savage made both to Fort Connor and to the medical profession. He continuously turned down more prestigious postings and even turned down four stars to becoming the head of the Army Medical Program. He truly loved this posting and the men he worked with and the men he served. We will all miss him greatly."

 

(That has to be the shortest speech on record for POTUS.

 

An Alpha Zulu Honor Guard accompanied Doc's coffin for burial at Arlington. As General Caruso, POTUS and I stood there watching Doc leave on his final trip for the Army, POTUS turned to General Caruso and asked if he could tour Fort Connor. He had read multiple glowing reports of our accomplishments and now that he is here he would like to see it first-hand. General Caruso said he would be honored to give him a tour of the base. POTUS shocked both General Caruso and myself when he thanked "Anthony" for his offer but would he just assign him a private, he'd like the unvarnished facts and for once not be told what people expected him to hear. I asked the First Sergeant for the name of a private that had been on base at least six months and have him report to my office immediately.

 

A terrorized private requested permission to enter as he looked upon two generals and POTUS. General Caruso informed the private POTUS had request to tour our facilities and you are being ask to escort him. He has full access to the base and you are to answer any question and provide any information without hesitation or reservation. POTUS spent the next few hours walking around meeting the soldiers who were shocked he wasn't enjoying drinks with the Generals. He truly did care about these men and the support he gave the Alpha Zulu program was becoming easier to understand.

 

He asked to visit the imps "bunker" and was warned it isn't a clean barracks. The imps can leave it super messy at times and no one has inspected it yet today. POTUS advised him with four kids he knew what messy bedrooms and smelly clothes were like. Lead me on! POTUS was shocked to learn how important Alexander was not only to base security but to helping the imps with their confinement during ALERTS. Our innocent private made an informal comment that Alexanders handler had the worse job on base. When he was asked why he was candidly informed: "There is some stupid Army policy that prevents a handler from having more rank than the War Dog. And getting a war dog above the rank of Master Sergeant is unheard of and never happens. That means Staff Sergeant Littlefeather has little to no chance for promotion and the two of them are invaluable to the imps and our base continuously.

 

When asked if he knew who General Caruso's adjutant was he acknowledged he did. Can you bring him up on your wrist com so I can have a private conversation with him. The private requested a secure channel to Colonel Jones for POTUS. As the two conspirators plotted our Private tried to close his ears so he couldn't accidentally divulge the conversation. The last thing he heard was don't let the Generals know what we are doing. Oh, SHIT! Our insecure private just hoped he wasn't involved if whatever they were plotting went south.

 

I extended an invitation to POTUS to join us for our evening meal and he accepted only if he got served the exact same food as the men. GUARANTEED! As the men finished their evening meal everyone was shocked when POTUS went to the microphone and asked if he could have a few moments of everyone's time. He had a most informative tour of Fort Connor and a very informative and candid perspective of Alpha Zulu and the United States Army. I can't correct every flaw in the military but I can correct a serious injustice here at Fort Connor.

 

Will Staff Sergeant Rod Littlefeather and Master Sergeant Alexander please present themselves front and center. As Rod and Alexander presented themselves POTUS continued:

 

"I only heard glowing words about your commitment, sacrifice and dedication to both Fort Connor and to the imps it serves. It appears the military bureaucracy prevents you from receiving the recognition you both deserve. As President of the United States and Commander and Chief of the Military, by Executive Order you are hereby both promoted to the rank of FIRST SERGEANT."

 

Colonel Jones came forward and attached the proper rank insignia to both Rod and Alexander's uniform. Alexander "woofed" his approval, put his paws on POTUS's shoulders and gave him the official Fort Connor kiss (Lick) of approval. Colonel Jones quietly slipped Alexander a doggie treat and then slipped back into the shadows.

 

The entire base was elated for Rod and Alexander. General Caruso and I thanked POTUS profusely and truly it was long overdue for Rod. We both were happy for Rod to advance and still stay at Fort Connor. Every man on base stood at attention and saluted POTUS as we drove him to his plane. "Please don't let this be your last visit to Fort Connor." POTUS smiled and said: "If I return too often I might just steal your Master Sergeant Chef for the White House and that would cause a base mutiny".

 

After an overworked and exhausted Colonel Johnson finally got to sit behind his desk after morning sick call, I knocked at his door and asked if we could chat. We need a replacement for Doc and unfortunately it isn't something we can procrastinate and give a proper period of mourning. I have no idea when POTUS will send us out on our next junket and we can't leave Fort Connor without a doctor. No doctor would be almost as bad as a homophobic doctor. I know we have to discuss this with General Caruso (It is his base) I'm just here picking your mind and getting your thoughts.

 

I asked General Caruso if I could sit in on his morning staff meeting. "Of course, you never have to ask." I assured them I was showing no disrespect to my old friend but I never know when POTUS is going to be sending me anywhere on earth. I can't and won't leave Fort Connor without a physician and none of us want a homophobic physician even if it is only temporary. I'm certain General Caruso will appreciate any input you have and I certainly will.

 

Lt. Colonel Henry asked how much information can we share about Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor with a perspective physician. I have an old friend who might meet our needs and would be a good fit with our "family". We've all seen how the Army has used the Alpha Zulu program as the mainframe of its new recruitment program so other than divulging base security we are no longer a secret.

 

Lt. Colonel Henry asked to have the service record of a Captain Dillion Dwight brought up on the big screen. As we reviewed his credentials, previous postings, his performance reviews, comments from his patients, he seemed almost too good to be true. Colonel Johnson commented his medical credentials were excellent. Colonel Johnson turned to his lover and said: "He's gay, are you sure"? Blushing, Col. Henry assured everyone present he knew personally that Captain Dwight was as gay as any man at Fort Connor. If you would like, I can video chat with him and see if he has any interest. General Caruso summed up the feelings of everyone present: "Get your ass out of here and make it happen!"

 

When he returned later he smiled and confirmed Captain Dwight was indeed interested in the posting. I just have to assure my partner I'm not trying to rekindle an old romance. When can you two Generals meet with him. "As fast as HR can get him to Worthington Executive Offices." Captain Dwight was shocked to have orders to report to Worthington Executives Office hand delivered yet that day. (Damn, they were serious about wanting and needing him.) When Danny had a chance to talk with Dillion later than evening he assured him his only motive was for the men of Alpha Zulu. He was a happily married man and would do nothing to jeopardize the relationship with the man in his life he loved. The offer is strictly business but you won't find a more gay friendly posting in the United States Military.

 

We were all impressed what a striking man Captain Dillion Dwight was when he entered the conference room at Worthington Executive Offices. Danny took the lead and introduced him to Logan, Alex, General Caruso and then me. Our poor Captain started to flounder like a fish out of water. He may have great medical knowledge but his political skills definitely were lacking. (How he reminded me of a young Magnus Savage.)

 

We were honest with him and very blunt we needed a physician for our base YESTERDAY! Taking any physician and ending up with one with homophobic tendencies would ruin the program it has taken years to build. For that reason, we are here to answer any questions you have and to ask you to take a six month "test drive" and see if we are a good fit for each other. If at any time you feel this isn't a good fit for you then let General Caruso know and I will do everything these stars can do to get you whatever posting you desire. If you think medical paperwork is terrible you haven't seen the mountain of forms you'll be filling out for your security clearance. If you elect to leave at any time both General Caruso and I will promote you to the rank of Lt. Colonel. If you elect to stay at Fort Connor the permanent posting comes with the rank of a full (Bird) Colonel.

 

I might also add every man on base is gay and they have very active sex lives. If the thought of treating raw asses from exuberant sex disgusts you then this is not a good match. We still have our quota of fractures, appendicitis, trauma, gunshots, shrapnel and everything else you could expect with a front line unit. We would like to get you onboard YESTERDAY as my personal physician Dr. Johnson and I never knows when POTUS will be sending us on another international junket. I'd like to give you as much time as possible to work with Dr. Johnson and not throw you into the deep end of the pool and watch you flounder. If you are interested you need to understand there will be some reluctance to accept any new doctor. Magnus Savage had been the base physician since the day the program opened. He had 20+ years of trust and credibility with the men and they are still grieving his loss. I hope you are willing to take a "test drive".

 

We have never had a case of anyone forcing themselves upon another sexually in the history of the base which is something I doubt many bases can claim. Anyone on base will answer any question you have truthfully and honestly. I know you and Danny have history and I do ask you respect the commitment he has made to his life partner.

 

We adjourned to the Executive Cafeteria for a great lunch and then spent the balance of the afternoon answering questions. I whispered to Logan if he would call his dad and see if he had a couple of beds free for the night. Logan returned and said you better hope this doc is good at treating sore asses because dad plans on kicking yours big time. Of course, you and your guest are welcome.

 

We were so relieved to hear Captain Dwight say: "I'd be a fool not to accept such a wonderful offer". I hope I'll meet your expectations and you and your men will want me to stay on after six months. As for any exuberant gay sex... I'm a doctor, a professional, and I'd treat it with the same attitude I treat female soldiers who have a vaginal bleed after a night of exuberant sex.

 

General Caruso needs to return to Fort Connor with Bob and I'd like you to accompany me to the Marriott for the night as the guest of Luke and John Worthington. They were the original two imps the program was developed for and I'm certain they can give you a different perspective of Fort Connor. Logan (here) is Luke's son and Alex is the son of Generals Meat and Goodman. I'm know they will be willing to video conference with you at any time and address any concerns you have or if you need a different perspective.

 

Also, for full disclosure, my two sons are in residence at Fort Connor. When it comes to my family you'll have the acid test of a father over that of a general. Fail that test and I guarantee you a long cold posting to the Artic Survival Program in Alaska. "UNDERSTOOD SIR!"

 

The Limo dropped General Caruso and Lt. Colonel Henry at Andrews and then proceeded to the Marriott to deposit Captain Dwight and myself. He was surprised when the manager met us and escorted us to the penthouse. The door opened to four men welcoming their old friend and a guest to their home. We enjoyed some casual bantering and continued through dinner. As the brandy flowed freely the conversation became candid with the revelations of some of the pranks Luke, John and Connor had enjoyed perpetrating on staff and the retaliation with occasional painful repercussions. I added the only time I was concerned about any punishment was when Luke pounded on Logan's ass after he accidentally shot then Corporal Rod. That poor kid (Logan) couldn't walk for over a week and got no sympathy from any man on the base. It had to be the worse screw up in the history of Alpha Zulu.

 

We finished off the evening with a nightcap of Pa Vance's moonshine and I had a feeling I was going to regret my indulgence when I attempted to get out of bed in the morning. Oh, how right I was. I think the first sergeant had assigned a squad to pound on my brain with mallets. I hoped our new doctor was in better shape.

 

As he emerged for breakfast it was obvious he was in worse shape than any of us. Even after ordered three urns of strong black coffee we were only starting to function at a level that barely reached normal. Luke spoke quietly: "Why do we do this, we know what the morning after will be like"... I only quietly commented: "Because Pa Vance makes fantastic moonshine".

 

After a quiet limo drive to Andrews and an even quieter trip on the Jet we finally deplaned at Fort Connor. After security verified our credentials, General Caruso took one look at us and said: "Moonshine"? I slowly nodded and mouthed: "Moonshine"! (No more needed to be said.)

 

I dropped Captain Dwight off at medical and introduced him to Colonel Johnson who welcomed him warmly. I'll bring you up to speed after you get settled in. His living quarters in medical was almost as spacious as mine and General Caruso's. After living in temporary housing being deployed this was LUXURY to him. Both men discussed medical protocols, patients, soldiers, history, and just bonded both as two physicians and two friends. (The first of many friends our new doctor would bond with.)

 

When I joined our two doctors for breakfast in the mess I looked at Captain Dwight and asked how his head was doing today. He chided me he was down to only three men with mallets pounding on his head this morning. I smiled at him and told him: "Mine gave up and quit about 2300 hours last night". Jason and the boys had no pity on me. Around here if you want anyone to feel sorry for you get a box of doggie treats and find Alexander.

 

At the morning staff meeting everyone welcomed Captain Dwight and we informed senior staff that he was on a six month trial to see if he wanted to stay with us and if we wanted him to stay. For the moment he is ours and I hope you'll show him not only the respect he deserves but the honest hospitality of Alpha Zulu. Let's rotate him among the squads during meals and get him out of medical and meet the men individual as his responsibilities will allow. I know he isn't a Magnus Savage but we all hope he'll be as loved as much as our loyal friend who we lost.

 

Unknown to everyone Doc. Savage had recorded a long message over the last few weeks of his life giving his views of Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor. His role in the medical care of the men and how he worked closely with the Chaplain. He urged the new doctor to violate medical protocol and become proficient with a handgun. I know taking a life is against our Oath of Medicine we took but when it comes to our patients we are responsible for them. Doc. Savage hated being forced to take a life but if he had to do it over again he would make the same decision. Let your conscious be your guide.

 

I knew we had won Captain Dwight over to the point he wanted to stay at Fort Connor when about four months into his six month trial he asked Dr. Johnson to "chip" him. General Caruso recognized this as a commitment of Captain Dwight's desire to stay at Fort Connor and approved the request. When the six month evaluation arrived Captain Dwight was adamant he wanted to stay at Fort Connor and the Alpha Zulu program. The men were elated when General Caruso announced at our evening meal that Colonel Dwight would be staying as part of the Alpha Zulu team at Fort Connor. The mess hall erupted with applause and praise. Colonel Dwight knew he was now officially part of this family when Alexander came forward and gave him the official welcome of a sloppy lick to his face. He was now part of this Band of Brothers.

 

I was finishing a multi-country South American junket for POTUS and my ass was burning from all the spicy foods I had been served and my stomach was revolting even at the thought of eating anything. Dr. Johnson had me taking a constant assortment of antacids and injectable anti-nausea meds. They were controlling the problem but nothing seemed to help relieving it. My first stop after having my security verification at Fort Connor was to medical and into the arms of Colonel Dwight. (Now I get to see first hand what this guy is made of.) The two doctors conspired as to my history and treatment during our junket. I knew the routine when he pulled out the stirrups and oh, the heavenly relief when he sprayed up my ass with whatever he was using. For the first time in over a week my ass wasn't on fire.

 

He was frank when he told me: "I know how much you missed Jason but I would advise you to refrain from sex till your gut is back to normal". I thanked him and returned to my quarters. The first thing Jason said was: "You look like shit, what's wrong"? After a brief explanation Jason helped me into the shower and then to bed. Doc had ordered a "bland diet" for me and the mess staff made certain his order was followed. Dinner was a tasteless mix of "whatever". (How I wanted a good Delmonico steak with all the trimmings or Prime Rib from the Marriott neither of which would get past the guards posted at the door to my quarters.) Doc. Savage strikes from the grave... he had warned his replacement about the cunning nature of his Commanding General.

 

It was so good to be in my own bed and to be cuddled by my two sons and the man I love. Finally, exhaustion overtook my body and I collapsed into a dead sleep. Suddenly, during the night, I awoke to an immense pain in my gut which had me doubling up and screaming. Jason came out of a dead sleep and immediately hit the panic button. The guards came racing into our quarters followed by both of our doctors on base. I immediately vomited a huge quantity of bright red blood and ruined the uniforms of everyone present. I was transported to medical in record time and both doctors were in agreement of what needed to be done. After hanging a bag of plasma in one arm and a bag of packed red cells in the other I was starting to realize the seriousness of my situation.

 

The doctors gave me some sedation through my IV and I went into slumber land and thankful considering what they intended to do. They inserted a fiber optic scope through my mouth and into my stomach and confirmed their suspicion. I had a stomach ulcer that exploded and I was bleeding internally. Removing the fiber optic scope they then inserted a lavage tube the size of a garden house and started forcing ice water into my stomach and then sucking out everything they could get back. They did this until the returning fluid was as clear as possible. The removed the tube and let me rest till I return to a conscious level.

 

Jason and the boys were terrified and nothing the Chaplain could do was helping. Finally, when I was conscious I held the three of them and assured them I was in good hands. The best thing they could do is get some rest and for the boys to go to school and get good grades. Jason went into "father" mode and assured me they would get some sleep and he'd see they were in school. My throat was raw and my gut felt like they had drove a tank over it but I hugged my lover and kissed him passionately. The kids knew we were in love but this was the first time they saw us intimate. They were happy I had someone in my life to share my love.

 

After a lot of rest and a few bags of blood my mind was at a level when I could comprehend and understand what my doctors were saying. The choice was mine. I needed to have my ulcer patched and they could do it here or they could medivac me to a trauma center and have the specialists there perform the surgery. I looked at our new Colonel Dwight and asked him if he felt competent to do it here and assured me on the first sign of any complication I'd be on a medivac to a trauma center.

 

This was the first major challenge our new doctor had to face and he realized if he lost this patient he'd also lose any chance of earning the trust and respect of the men of Alpha Zulu. Jason was holding my hand when I woke from surgery saying the boys wanted to see me as soon as Doc. Dwight would let them. You scared the hell out of me and I thought I was going to lose you. Don't ever do that to me again. From the terrified look on Jason's face I knew his words were from his heart. We were still in love as much this day as the day we met. I can't wait till I get the medical release and I can let Jason fuck my brains out. I'm certain everyone on base will conspire to keep the kids occupied.

 

I have to admit, Doc. Dwight has balls. He told POTUS he could only talk with me for five minutes and if he started talking business he would terminate the connection. It was his terms or nothing. As much as it irritated POTUS he understood and started to respect this new Doc. that had been chosen to replace Magnus Savage (The doctor that had once saved his life in combat).

 

It was a couple of weeks before Doc. Dwight would release me to return to my quarters and the guards stationed at my door had implicit medical directives about what I could do and what were my restrictions. I might as well been under house arrest.

 

Doc. Dwight surprised the entire base when he asked General Caruso for permission to be certified with a Glock sidearm. It was approved and it took our new doctor about three weeks to be certified an expert. He, like his predecessor, would not wear it outside of medical but he would defend his patients with his life. Only a few attentive patients noticed the bulge under his lab coat and realized this doctor as armed.

 

I had a "home" visit from our doctor in residence three times a day and every other day he demanded a stool specimen he had the lab process for blood. (If you ever tried to take a crap on command you'll appreciate the fun of having to do it every other day at the bequest of your doctor.) Finally, all the tests were normal for 14 days and my renegade doctor started to easy up and turn into a caring friend. As we were sharing my first meal of good Army food he looked at me and seriously ask if I was going to allow him to stay at Fort Connor or should he pack his bags and prepare to be reassigned to the Artic Survival Program. I smiled at him and said:

 

"It took balls to stand up to POTUS and keep me in line like you did and the entire base knows what you did was correct and approves of it. If I transferred you for doing your job the base would lynch me. No, you are stuck here and I'm glad of it. You are a permanent part of this Band of Brothers!"

 

Now tell Jason he can take me to bed and fuck my brains out or I might just consider that transfer to Alaska.

 

I don't know how it was accomplished but the kids were whisked away and kept busy and out of sight all night. Our quarters were transferred into the fanciest brothel of any in the world and the mess staff made certain all the food I had been deprived of enjoying was served for the pleasure and enjoyment of Jason and myself. This was a total base conspiracy and I only wish I knew a way of thanking each and every one of them personally.

 

Jason fulfilled his mission with honor and the men knew from the way I walked through the mess getting breakfast it was a night both Jason and I had cherished. There was no doubt I'd be in Medical and up in stirrups as soon as Doc Dwight returned from the morning staff meeting. I needed some relief from my raw ass even if it meant no sex for 7-10 days. Jason had no one to blame but himself and he still was smiling from ear to ear. Doc. Dwight asked how much I had to drink last night and I admitted I enjoy some good 20 year old aged single malt Scotch and a "drop" of moonshine as a chaser. He smiled and said you are limited to TWO OUNCES of alcohol per day till further notice AND NO MOONSHINE! (Oh, he is so close to that transfer to Alaska!)

 

The restrictive days of "NO SEX" were enjoyable and put Jason in a maxed out cuddle mode. He can be such a romantic partner and I never tell him enough how much I am still in love with him. He is a fantastic father to the boys and even not having a high school education he is a better man than most fathers my friends had when I was growing up. Even with Doc. Dwight restricting the amount of hours I can work in my office it is wonderful to be able to have the kids jump in bed and cuddle with their "old man" especially when Jason makes it a foursum. We are a loving family and aren't shy about showing our feelings, touching, loving and being loved. I wouldn't care if Jeremy kept his arms around my neck and smothered me with kisses all day.

 

Doc. Dwight came to me one afternoon and said he needed a favor. "I'm certain I owe you a few after the past few months we have had together." One of the doctors he had been with while being deployed was telling him about a young soldier than had come out to the men in his squad and then proceeded to frag him because he was gay. The offending soldiers are facing court martial with long confinement time but the poor kid is being either harassed or shunned by everyone in his unit. I've reviewed his medical records and I can handle his recovery here at Fort Connor if you and General Caruso authorize his transfer to Alpha Zulu. In the message Doc. Savage left me he commented on the number of "hurt puppies" you were constantly bring home for him to fix. This is a "puppy" that needs a loving home and friends to help him back to a full recovery. I asked General Caruso to join us and after explaining the situation he saw no problem if I used my stars to force a transfer of this soldier to Alpha Zulu. The order was given for an immediate transfer and he was on a medivac within hours. Doc and I met the Medivac at the runway and it was a combined look of both relief and terror when he saw the six stars on my uniform. You are among friend and I'm only going to give you one order. "GET WELL!"

 

Our young soldier was in a tremendous amount of pain from the wounds he received and was on a continuous morphine drip. He complained bitterly about the hose in his penis draining fluid from his bladder even after our doctors explained to him the necessities for monitoring his kidney functions. They would remove it as soon as they could but for right now he was going to have to live with it.

 

I always had a soft spot in my heart for any soldier that got injured and especially a soldier that was injured by his own comrades simply because he came out and told them he was gay. I made certain the Chaplain got involved and we helped to heal both his body and his mind. Every man on base was gay and couldn't imagine how his mind would be effected if he had been fragged by the men in his unit who he would give up his life to protect. Yes, the mind would be a more difficult injury to heal than the multiple shrapnel wounds.

 

As soon as Doc could wean him off of his morphine drip there was a long list of volunteers to take him around base in a wheelchair and introduce him to the soldiers of Alpha Zulu. When he finally was able to make it through the mess hall line the men erupted in applause and Alexander officially approved with a wet sloppy kiss. He was now officially a part of Alpha Zulu and we hoped he wanted to remain with us. Doc finally informed us at a staff meeting his patient was ready to be discharged and return to full duty status. The patient was requesting to speak with the two Generals. It was no surprise to either of us that he was asking what it would take to be assigned to Alpha Zulu permanently. I had already started his security check so I saw little difficulty in telling him to consider it done. We'd have the first sergeant meet with him and work out the logistic and find him a task on base he'd enjoy.

 

Our young victim was a proud infantry soldier and had no problem with a hard work assignment. He shot expert with his Glock, Uzi, Saw and Mini Gun on his first attempt. (Definitely impressed everyone on base.) He was a trained soldier and one who had the respect of his peers.

 

When our soldier was introduced to his "roomie" he went to get settled into his new living quarters. After everything was put away and organized he undressed and headed to the shower to clean up. When he returned with a towel wrapped around his waist his "roomie" after seeking the multiple scars on his body rushed to the bathroom barely making it as he got onto his knees and vomited everything in his stomach. He apologized profusely to his new friend and said he would go ask to be assigned to another room. He was grasp tightly and kissed passionately. Please don't move out, I was just sickened at the thought of doing something this cruel to a man, a buddy, a squad member that would give his life to save mine. Let me show you how much I want you to stay.

 

Suddenly, his towel was ripped away and his new friend was on his knees with his lips wrapped around his now hardening cock. He hadn't enjoyed sex in months and his balls were going to have a hair trigger. He warned his new friend to stop or his mouth would be flooded which only motivated him to drive his new roommate wild with passion and an explosive orgasm. Months of desires, being horny and not even being able to jack off culminated to an orgasm that would be of epic proportion. As his room stood tall, smiled and licked his lips he simply said: "I hope you'll allow me to pleasure you on a regular basis"? "Only if you allow me to do the same" as he dropped to his knees and within minutes his roomies BDUs were around his knees and his cock was in a willing throat which also had a talented mouth. It was no surprise that an orgasm would be fast cumming and massive. His body spasmed to the point he collapsed shooting his massive load till it overflowed his new friend's mouth. With a mouthful of cum he held his buddies head gently and they kissed passionately. They were both covered in cum and needed a quick shower so they would be on time for retreat and their evening meal. Showing together only resulted in both men having a major erection and no time to take care of their "hard problems". We have free time after dinner, don't touch your cock, it is all mine to enjoy and I want to so pleasure you. The serious replay was: Just so it is mutual and all night. (One has to feel sorry for the guys on either side of their bedroom walls. There wasn't much sleep on the agenda for the evening.)

 

The next morning our young soldier went on sick call and was embarrassed when he told Doc he got his ass royally fucked last night and it still hurts like hell. He was even more embarrassed when Doc put him in stirrups, inserted a large speculum and cranked it open checking for damage. He was relieved when Doc told him his ass was still in one piece and if he would give him a minute he'd make him feel a lot better. The numbing spray was wonderful and his ass clamped shut as the speculum was removed. NO ANAL SEX FOR A WEEK! From what I hear on the camp grapevine you are pretty spectacular with your mouth anyway.

 

Everyone on base knew we had another loyal convert to Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor and a man who wouldn't think twice when it was time to renew his five year contract. When his roomie came to collect him from medical he quietly asked how long am I going to have to use my hand, he was certain Doc put his ass off limits for a while. His smiling partner responded Doc had put his ass off limits for 7 days but told me there was nothing restricted about my mouth. Don't plan anything for our free time this week, your body is reserved and I demand it be occupied by me and only me.

 

Yes, young love was still alive at Fort Connor and I was happy to be even a small part of bringing these two lovers together. They were married within a year and stayed with the Alpha Zulu program till one had his 30 years of service and then retired taking his lover with him into retirement.

 

I hope I never lose that feeling and desire to help every lost and injured puppy that I find or is brought to my attention. I didn't accept these stars for personal gain, I accepted them to help others and I pledge my life and sacred honor to that commitment.

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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