ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 063 – With Extreme Pleasure!

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

 

*Adam Mann: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Adrian Jones-Henry: Son of Bob Jones and Danny Henry

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

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

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

Andrew & Jeremy Allen: Adopted sons of Mason Allen and Jason Vance

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

Ariel "Ari" Rebel: Captain, Israel Defense Force (Mossad Kidon)

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

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

Bob Jones: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Deputy Base Commander Fort Connor)

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

*Connor Williams: Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 (Deceased lover of Doug Meat)

Danny Henry: Four Star General, U.S. Army (Deputy Base Commander Fort Connor)

Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman: Adopted son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman

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

*Doug Meat: Six Star General of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

Frazer Sullivan: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Fort Connor Alpha Zulu 69)

*Gloria Worthington: aka "Mama Bear" Board Chair of Worthington Industries (a major multi-national defense contractor)

Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry

Hayao Kinugasa, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)

Jacob, David & Uri Leib: Wards of Luke & John Worthington (Israeli Nationals)

Jamie Bob Vance: Love of Aiden McIntyre

Jamison Miller: One Star Brigadier General, U.S. Army (Human Resources for Worthington Executive Security)

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

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

John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries

Joseph "Joe" Jones-Henry: Son of Bob Jones and Danny Henry

Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez

*Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington

Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington

Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries

*Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgon

Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries

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

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

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

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

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

*Randy Best: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

*Robert Allen Gregory, Four Star General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69

*Robert Manning, Captain: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)

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

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

Shawn Longdick-Allman: Adopted son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman

Steven Douglas Worthington: (aka S.D.) (Adopted sons of Robert Allen Gregory and R.A. Worthington)

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

Taylor and Tyler Worthington: (aka T&T) (Adopted sons of Logan Worthington and Alex Meat-Goodman)

Yuuto Meat-Goodman Kinugasa: Adopted Son of Noah Meat-Goodman and Hayao Kinugasa

 

"Angus" (Name Classified): (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)

"Biff" Jones (Name Classified): (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)

 

*=Gone but not forgotten

 

 

Matt and I wrote a fantastic letter of support for the young midshipman. Her action saved our life and she was truly worthy to be the first person in the history of the United States Coast Guard to be honored with the "Coast Guard Cross". We would present it to her when we returned to be the guest speaker(s) at their graduation ceremonies. POTUS had no problem approving the award and made the Commandant of the Coast Guard and the Secretary of Homeland Security to support awarding the decoration or to meet with him privately to explain their rationale. (Damn, he is starting to learn Dale's bad habits.)

 

Our remainder of time at the Coast Guard Academy went without incident and we received a warm welcome at the Air Force Academy. I thanked the head of the Academy for his judicious display of security and we didn't want security to be so intimidating we couldn't spend individual time with the cadets. We explained within security constraints how the Air Force, Navy, Marines and even the Coast Guard have all supported the Alpha Zulu program and provided protection for the children we protect. There will always be competition between the branches of the military and so long as it remains on the field of athletics and not combat I'll be leading the cheering section for ARMY! (I won't share the candid comments expressed by the cadets at my remark. Needless to say Matt and I lost by the sheer volume of being outnumbered by cadets.) When we boarded our behemoth and headed back to Andrews I commented to the pilots your young cadets held their own against us Generals. You have every reason to be proud of them.

 

After a two week assignment to the "enemy" at Annapolis we were welcomed with open arms at West Point. Finally, back among "friends". Matt and I never attended West Point but we were happy to share our insight of the Army of the 21st Century with the future officers of our Army. After a wonderful two week assignment at West Point we were so looking forward to being with our family at Fort Connor only to have POTUS remind us "I HAVE A BIG MOUTH!" The Coast Guard graduation is at the end of the week and you have dual duty. You are the graduation speaker and you have a hell of a lot of medals to award. Matt and I knew it was an obligation we would do out of love and not out of commitment. As we present the "Coast Guard Cross" to our life saving hero the Commandant of the Coast Guard presented her with her diploma. Much to our surprise every member of the class received the Coast Guard Commendation Medal for the participation in risking their lives to subdue the assassin and preventing further injury to their fellow students. Matt and I did a hell of a lot of saluting but it is a small price to pay for people who put their lives on the line for us. The one perk of being a six star general is having the ear of the President. By Executive Order our Coast Guard Heroine was awarded and authorized to wear the Alpha Zulu service ribbon. Matt and I presented it to her, her partner and her parents privately after the graduation ceremony. She smiled as she said it meant more to her than receiving the Coast Guard Cross. "Permission to hug and kiss the Generals?" "GRANTED!" (Dale and Shawn will just have to be jealous.)

 

Finally, we boarded our behemoth to head back to Andrews and then onto Fort Connor and to be with our family. Boarding our plane we were shocked to see Dale and Shawn strapped in their seats smiling from ear to ear. "What are you two doing here?" The exuberant answer was "POTUS asked us where we wanted to go on vacation so buckle up, we are headed to California and Disneyland. Your `go bags' are packed and we are officially on vacation for two weeks."

 

Of course Luke and Logan had been co-conspirators with POTUS and everything was arranged down to the smallest detail. Matt and I enjoyed ourselves and especially quality time with Dale and Shawn. Time with our sons would become more special as they grew older and we assumed more political assignments from POTUS. Right now I'm going to enjoy cuddling with my son even if I have to grab my cock and balls when I hear our sons screaming INCOMMING!

 

After two weeks of vacation and way too much "junk food" consumed Dale and Shawn learned the same as 1st Sergeant Alexander that one pays the price in hours of PE to work it off afterwards. My smart kids simply haven't learned how to use the word "MODERATION" yet in real life.

 

I finally have Alexander paid in full for all his cuddle therapy and he also has to face the tread mill working it off. Rod has no pity on our faithful "mooch" and Alexander is still a force feared by the squad with the lowest inspection scores. Perhaps Matt and I should encourage Bob and Danny to have the Sergeant of the Squad with the lowest weekly inspection score be the first one in pads for Alexander to practice bringing down. Might be a better motivation to increase the squad score. I'll need to bounce that off the head of our administrative team tomorrow. Time to take a nap before Matt and I have to face the "tyrannical" medical dictator when we are forced to check in at Fort Connor. Damn, we love that man!

 

Finally, it was time for the Chaplain to face the reality of paying the price for turning down his "stars". The official presentation by the President of the United States with all the pomp and circumstance the military and POTUS can provide. If receiving the award wasn't intimidating enough, the Q&A with the White House Correspondents really started a controversy. (POTUS privately told our Chaplain afterwards he put his Executive Order in his permanent file to become effective if and when you ever left Fort Connor.) POTUS let it be known our Chaplain turned down "two stars" to stay with the men of Fort Connor and provide for their spiritual needs. After the rumors of being gay were made to the head of the Chaplains faith a movement started wanting to "defrock" him for his work with homosexuals. POTUS asked the four star Army Chief of Chaplains to have a heart to heart talk with his fellow ministers and let them know they really didn't want to take on a fight with POTUS that they would lose even if they succeeded in this absurd action. Luke and Logan made it quietly known if they proceeded in what was obviously a homophobic attack there would be no Worthington money for any program by any church of their denomination. The powers to be made it clear the Chaplain had the support and protection of POTUS, the Army and the Worthingtons. Whoever was planning whatever was never heard from again.

 

The men of Alpha Zulu no longer saw a Chaplain wearing the insignia of a Bird Colonel but a man who was there for them and wanted to help them in any and every way possible. Matt and I commented to our good friend after his White House ceremony we would never demote him to the rank of Captain but I do think you now have the best of both worlds. We both saluted our good friend out of love and respect.

 

Finally, Biff and Hank, Ralph and Leon returned to school and Dale wasn't walking around our quarters emptying a can of air freshener with each hand. At least if Matt or I forgot to use air freshener Dale was discrete as he neutralized the locker room smell in our quarters. Dale was starting to learn politics and diplomacy at his young age. (One of these days he is going to shock Matt and me and start acting like a kid!)

 

A few months later Matt and I were in shock when none of Dale's clothes fit him. Dale had an early growth spurt and Doc warned us this would happen a few more times so don't go overboard buying new clothes. Luke invited us to be his guests at the Penthouse as our family did some shopping including off to our friendly Tailor for some new clothes.

 

The evening was enjoyable being with Luke, John, Billy Bob and Connor. We made a late morning appointment with the tailor, lunch while we were out and about and then returned to the Penthouse for a late dinner with Luke and clan. We were all exiting our "Beast" when I felt a burning in my side and dropped to the ground. I had been hit by a sniper and the bullet went through our ballistic armor and through the ballistic armor of one of our Alpha Zulu security team only to hit Dale. The bullet passed through the chest of his protective ceramic armor and lodged in his small body. To say all hell broke loose is an understatement.

 

Fortunately, the local trauma center was equipped for multiple gunshot victims and we adults would survive. Dale was critical and I would do anything to change places with him. Luke was immediately at the hospital and assured the doctors they had the full resources of the United States Army, the complete military, every branch of the United States Government and full resources of the Worthingtons. Just let him know what needed to be done and how quickly he needed it. Logan was more proprietary. He wanted the bullet and to determine how it could pass through five layers of body armor and still penetrate a human body.

 

Before I could issue the order to LOCK DOWN Fort Connor a number of men were granted vacation time and I knew there was a black ops team out for revenge. I only prayed the police arrested the shooter before any Alpha Zulu soldier got within killing range of him. As much as interrogating the individual would benefit prosecution of any conspiracy I knew our men had only one objective... REVENGE!

 

The doctors gave Dale a 50/50 chance for survival. The only reason he was alive was due to the bullet going through two bodies and multiple layers of body armor before hitting him. They would do their best but please be prepared for anything. Dale wasn't the only one without resources. The Chaplain played the "P" card and was granted emergency leave. We were shocked when he quietly joined us at Dale's bedside. Shawn was in good care with Luke and John. The men of Fort Connor wanted the Chaplain to be with us and it was something he did with mixed emotions. He couldn't be in two places at the same time and the men literally forced me on the plane. I'm here for all of you.

 

We prayed and stayed together as three loving and caring adults. Just before dawn Dale rallied and the doctors changed his status to "guarded" and his survival chances to 75%. I couldn't believe such a small body could consume so much blood. Dale was taken back into surgery to control the bleeding and the doctor was shocked and optimistic when he met us afterwards. Our son was a fighter and he would survive. Matt, the Chaplain and I asked to be taken to the Chapel so we could be in prayer and give thanks for everyone involved in saving the life of our son.

 

The ICU team didn't like the restrictions placed upon them by our Alpha Zulu team or even being in THEIR ICU. Wearing exposed side arms and automatic weapons, Alpha Zulu wasn't about to change any security protocols. If someone didn't have proper hospital ID and a written medical order they wouldn't be allowed near the patient. LIVE WITH IT because they wouldn't change for anyone other than the President of the United States.

 

Finally, Matt and the Chaplain got me back in bed after Dale became conscious and he told me to "Get the hell out of his room"! Yeah, that's my Dale and I wouldn't change him for anything. Finally, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was sleeping for 18 hours. Matt was holding my hand when I regained consciousness and told me the Chaplain was with Dale.

 

POTUS addressed the nation that evening and asked for a national prayer vigil for the recovery of Dale. I had to put some merit in the power of prayer as Dale grew stronger every day. Finally, Dale was strong enough to be released to our "medical tyrant" at Fort Connor and now he could experience the fun of our caring Doc. I knew what to expect and as Mama Bear would say RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

 

The one unexpected result of the assignation attempt was motivating the independent investigation into the homophobic death of our Army Sergeant. The list of individuals and charges was extensive and no one escaped culpability. Recommendations were made both to the Pentagon and to Congress as to needed changes to the Uniform Code of Military Justice (UCMJ). Even with the few member of congress who depended upon their homophobic supporters to be reelected they knew fighting these recommendations would only result in their future demise. The parents of our dead soldier joined POTUS when he signed the Congressional actions amending the UCMJ. The final tribute was when the Chaplain dedicated the third plaque in our Meditation Garden containing the name of their son. (The third member of Alpha Zulu to make the ultimate sacrifice for their country.) We videotaped the service and sent it to them with the invitation they would always be welcomed at Fort Connor.

 

I was surprised to have OPS advise I had a video call from the Parents... I authorized the connections and they politely asked how Dale was doing and if he was strong enough for them to talk with him. I asked Doc and he would only authorize a five minute chat if he monitored it and he would disconnect it if Dale got stressed. The parents were gracious and told them how much help his words had been in helping them in their time of need. Dale was in their prayers and listen to your doctors and get well fast. Doc had to smile when Dale told them he had a "HARD ASS TASKMASTER" for a doctor and he didn't have any chance to do anything other than get better. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm exhausted and need to get some rest. Thank you for your prayers and your kind words.

 

As I listened to my son I swelled with pride. I accepted he would have a political career in his future and I actually felt sorry for anyone who decided to oppose him. They might as well accept loosing before they ever started. Dale was a powerhouse to be reckoned with and he was barely a teenager.

 

Doc kept Dale busy with schoolwork both to keep his mind active and so he wouldn't get behind. Shawn was either in school, at the Dale's bedside or cuddling with one or both of his fathers. Matt and I were in shock the day Doc finally removed Dale's chest tubes he paroled him to us for the evening for a "family night" popcorn and movie so long as he didn't exert and was returned to medical before curfew. The entire base lined the walkway from Medical to our Quarters. Dale was truly loved by every member of Alpha Zulu.

 

I was "out of commission" for weeks and felt so guilty depriving Matt of everything sexual. Doc and I discussed it to ends and I knew he was right. Any form of sex would be very painfully aggravating my gunshot and definitely wouldn't be romantic for either of us. I told Matt I wouldn't be jealous if he asked any man to help him through his sexual purgatory. I only wanted what was best for him. He just turned to me and told me he'd take cold shower and jack off for the next ten years before he'd consider every "cheating" on me. I love you more than the day we became partners and no "chicken shit sniper" is going to change my feelings.

 

When I told Dale I was considering resigning my commission and retiring from the Army he went ballistic. All the alarms on the machines he was attached to started sounding off and staff started streaming into the room. After Dale settled down and all the alarms got reset Dale calmly told me THE FACTS OF LIFE: "If I decided to resign from the Army he would petition the court for new parents because you wouldn't be the father who asked me to be his son for the rest of my life. I don't know how long I'll be allowed to walk upon this earth but I know I want it to be every day where I can love and respect the men that gave me a family." (Next stop the commissary to buy a big container of doggie treats and invite 1st Sergeant Alexander over for an afternoon of cuddling. Damn, Dale plays hard ball!)

 

Matt walked in our quarters and had to smile when he found Alexander on his side of the bed. Alex gave him the "poor me" act and reluctantly moved over enough for Matt to join us in bed. Alexander wasn't leaving till I was out of doggie treats. This mooch definitely had a "sweet fang". Shawn came in from school and complained there was no room in bed for him. Alexander sprawled enough so Shawn could join us in bed with me hanging off one side and Matt the other. I turned to Matt and said the 1st Sergeant isn't leaving till I'm out of doggie treats so be prepared for a long family cuddle.

 

In the midst of this wonderful moment OPS announces POTUS on a video call for you. OK, connect him he might as well know how we are doing as a family. POTUS was all smiles which is never a good sign. He had just talked with Doc and I was cleared for "light duty". I also talked with Dale and tried to cheer him up. He told me to put you back to work or start looking for new parents for him. You really have one pissed off son. So, what say we have you do a few military hospitals which I know you love to visit. We'll keep Doc happy and get your son off both of our backs. POTUS closing commenting was he would have to try my form of therapy. The Secret Service must have a dog around here I can borrow. I told him the secret is D-O-G-G-I-E T-R-E-A-T-S which had the 1st Sergeants ears standing at attention. "Yes, he can spell and understand doggie treats." POTUS disconnected holding his sides in laughter.

 

Finally, news came about the sniper that attempted to assassinate me and ended up nearly killing Dale. He had been located in a neutral country with no extradition. Somehow he was found alone in a small boat adrift outside of the territorial waters of the country. (Guess Matt and I now owe a case of scotch to a Navy Seal Team. That bill will be paid with extreme pleasure!)

 

No great media coverage other than a comment by POTUS at a daily press briefing stating the individual had been apprehended and would stand charges in a military court. No further information is currently available. Whoever hired him definitely scared the hell out of him. He refused to divulge any information even in return for taking the death penalty off of the charges. He was found guilty and is now awaiting execution at the federal prison in Indiana. He knows his chances of getting a pardon from POTUS is nonexistent. He is just waiting for the inevitable. I have to agree with him, Lethal Injection is preferable to the "sentence" that would have been levied by our Alpha Zulu team if they had caught him first.

 

Matt and I were peacefully enjoying a quiet afternoon waiting for our sons to get out of school when: INTRUDER ALERT... sounded off on our coms. As Matt started to rush out of our quarters he was met by Bob and Danny telling him to sit and find out what was happening. The Chaplain had been counseling a young private who had been on leave. His 17 year old lover had been "kicked to the curb" by his parents when they found he and the private were having consensual sex. The private had offered his friend to live in his family home while he was stationed at Fort Connor. They had professed their love for each other and his friend was the one he gave up his cherry ass and the only man he had ever had sex. He came home unannounced and pulled his lover into the bedroom. When he got to his knees to give him some great "Welcome Back Sex" all he could see before him was a hard piece of cock stained with lipstick.

 

The Chaplain had been counseling him for some time and was having little result. When he finally became concerned as to the private becoming self destructive he ordered him to hand over his weapons. At that point the private went running from the Chaplains Office. We hoped the Alert would kick in his commitment to Fort Connor and the Imps long enough for security to find him and remove his weapons. At that point he would be put under a suicide watch till both Doc and the Chaplain approve him for duty.

 

Security located the private at his duty station and with a number of security aiming Tasers at him he relinquished his weapons without incident. He was now in medical being evaluated. It is terrible to lose ones "first love". This is when our Band of Brothers pulls together to help one of our own. The private apologized to Bob and Danny for all the trouble he had caused and would agree to whatever counseling demands made by the Chaplain. He loved his work here at Fort Connor and with Alpha Zulu. He deeply regretted jeopardizing and possibly losing the work he loved.

 

The private was actively participating in his counseling sessions until one day he broke down in tears. The management company he had hired to rent his home had informed him upon inspection they found the home to be trashed and in need of $20,000.000 USD in repairs to make it rentable. His Ex had not only broken his heart but trashed his home. He was devastated. The Chaplain urged him to pray and God would provide.

 

Unbeknown to the private God had a pretty great human assistant on earth. With the help of the 1st Sergeant and the Sergeants of all four squads 25 men took personal leave the next few weekends and repaired his home to "better than new". When SD heard why the Chaplain was taking the money from his investment account established by Aiden he sent a Worthington Gold Card preloaded with $20,000.00 USD which would give them a substantial discount over retail at almost every major home improvement store in the country. It took four weekends and nearly every man on base volunteered his time to help their "brother". The final weekend the private joined the team when he was asked if he would help out a "brother in need". He was shocked to find out HE was the "BROTHER" and they just needed to know what finishing touches he wanted done. Once the deluge of tears stopped flowing he knew the Chaplain had to be responsible for this. What a fool he had been.

 

When the repair team flew back to Fort Connor on Sunday afternoon the Private and his "roomie" stayed so they could get an inspection and sign the contracts with the management company. Over a quiet dinner his roomie told him: "You are a real jerk." "I've had the hots for you since the first day I saw you. The only reason I didn't try to get into your pants is because of you constantly talking about your lover." The Private smiled ear to ear and commented: "I'm here and I'm horny as hell, These BDUs have Velcro and you won't find any objection to you getting into my pants!"

 

A cold dinner was to be enjoyed hours afterwards. At the moment two horny Alpha Zulu soldiers had a more urgent objective, deciding who would have the first orgasm. After a short deliberation and spontaneous session of 69 they relaxed in bed and commented on how great each other was and how much they enjoyed what they had just shared. "I'm only a bunk away and we just have to be considerate and not keep our squad awake all night." "Most guys tend to do plenty of screaming when I fuck them." The private turned to his old roomie, who is now his new friend and lover making the simply comment... MAKE ME SCREAM!

 

The Private got his desires met and Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu had two men committed to each other and to our program. The first thing our Private did when he returned to Fort Connor was to wait patiently for the Chaplain's door to open and then request permission to speak with the Chaplain. His only words were: "Permission to hug the Chaplain?" "GRANTED"

 

The administrative team both smiled and laughed when the Squad Sergeant reported we had created two monsters who were also screaming lovers. All he is getting are complaints from the members of his squad they can't sleep due to all the screams coming from their room. Bob and Danny authorized sound deadening foam sprayed into their bedroom walls and a mutiny was adverted. The Chaplain sent off a sincere "Thank You" to Aiden telling him of the good his gift was doing and the love it had fostered. Aiden knew it was the best possible use of his money he will ever make.

 

Logan finally sent us the final report on our assassination attempt: The bullet that went through all of our ballistic armor and ended up in Dale was not only a hot custom load of powder but the bullet itself was depleted uranium much like the ammo used in a tank's cannon. Whoever was paying for this really must want you dead. Our COST to create ammunition to test this theory was over $1,000.00 USD per bullet. Logan would put R&D to work seeing if our body armor could be modified to protect against such a bullet in the future but frankly he had little hope of success.

 

Dale finally got paroled from medical and Doc got the ultimate reward of young arms around his neck and being smothered with kisses. I never knew Doc could display so many colors of red at the same time. Dale still had a long ways to go the rehab and everyone on base kept Doc well apprised of his advancement and requested permission before allowing Dale to go further. Yeah, the men even conspired with my rehab only Doc wasn't so considerate of my feelings. I'd get my ass chewed on regularly for trying to ruin all the repairs that had been done to my body. (I was still in agony rehabbing long after my assassin had been given his lethal injection.) (Military justice move much faster and with far fewer appeals!)

 

Everyone in the military threatens each other with being sent to the Artic Warfare Program in Alaska at one time or another. It definitely is one of the most brutal training programs in the military and any man who completes the program is deserving of a month leave in Hawaii. I was shocked to get a video call from the Program Commander, an old friend. He needed a favor, if possible.

 

A few weeks ago a young enlisted man became lost from his squad and it took a few hours in sub-zero temperatures to locate him. He didn't use his training and simple common sense ending up not only with hyperthermia but a lot of major frostbite. Of major concern to the men who located him was the amount of time it would take to get him to medical assistance due to the weather and all aircraft being grounded. The soldier was traumatized beyond belief because his cock was nearly frozen solid.

 

One of the rescuers was a very masculine self-admitted gay member of the Army. He knew the high probability of the poor guy's penis being amputated if left in its current state. He used his mouth to slowly thaw and return blood flow to the organ. It was nothing sexual or any attempt at anything sexual. It was done to prevent a devastating future to a young soldier. Even the doctors in their reports stated it was most likely without the Sergeants fast action and willingness to go above and beyond what was asked of any soldier the patient would have faced a penile amputation. The Sergeant is being awarded the Bronze Star for his fast action and I wonder if he would do it again considering the repercussions.

 

The Sergeant is habitually inundated with comments of homophobic slang, being asked how he enjoyed his "cocksickle" desert. Well, you get the idea. Any chance of an opening for this brave man with Alpha Zulu. I wanted to touch base with you before I broached the subject with him.

 

Matt and I looked at each other and said if he is interested, forward his transfer request to my deputy ASAP. POTUS has us leaving today to hit some military hospitals around the country. I'll make certain Danny knows to approve it and return it to you immediately so you can make transportation arrangements. Just warn him, he won't be allowed to carry a weapon until his security clearance is completed.

 

Matt and I walked over to Bob and Danny's office and we all questioned if we had the balls to "go down" on a straight soldier being watched by a squad of straight soldiers regardless of the medical rationale. We have to admit the guy has guts. Pulling up his personnel files he wasn't bad on the "eyes" either. We agreed to put him on administrative duties until his security clearance came through. Have our HR "Dream Team" make it a high priority.

 

The transfer request came through as we were chatting and Danny immediately approve the request and we knew our new Alpha Zulu brother would join us within days. When the 1st Sergeant heard the story at our administrative meeting the next day he made his feeling perfectly clear. He couldn't prevent this from eventually hitting the Fort Connor Grapevine so add this to the information. Any "cocksickle" comments or comments of any kinds regarding this man's brave actions will not only result with one month on garbage can detail they will also polish them till I can see my face reflection. Matt and I got a quick Email from Danny that evening simply stating: "He arrives tomorrow, wish us luck!" Knowing our men at Fort Connor the minute they see the hunk he is they'll be more concerned if he is single and available than the fact he gave "mouth to cock resuscitation"... OOPS... I better watch it or I'll be on garbage can detail. (Plus it still hurts like hell to have a hearty laugh!)

 

It was becoming a routine as we visited hospital. POTUS and the Pentagon had a six F-15 flying escort (Armed to the teeth with orders to eliminate any one or thing potentially hostile). Bases went on "LOCK DOWN" 24 hours before we arrived. At least our Alpha Zulu security stayed back enough so we can speak candidly with the injured and ill servicemen. I was tired and happy when we finished the last hospital and were on our way back to Fort Connor. I was almost starting to tolerate the high angle takeoffs and high speed landings our pilots were forced to use considering the threats on our lives.

 

Suddenly, without warning our plane made a fast sharp dive and we heard and felt explosions around us. The ground based rocked launched at us impacted the chaff we released and six F-15 attacked the source of the missile with utter devastation. Only a crater existed after the smoke cleared. It would take DNA to even start to determine who had been killed. (Another case of Scotch to the jet jockey. Perhaps Pa Vance would give us a "friends and family" discount on his moonshine?)

 

When the DNA evaluation of the remains was finalized we were all in shock to be told by SecDef it was one of the relatives of Angus (Chapter 40). I immediately requested that the FBI INVITE Angus and his now partner be our guests at Fort Connor and emphasize the word GUEST to them. I don't want a repeat he had with the "Marshall Service" deplaning him in handcuffs. If our "guests" are at all reluctant have them immediately video conference with me. I was asking this both for their protection and hopefully they could help to prevent further threats on our lives and prevent additional needless deaths.

 

They were both happy to accept my invitation when I assured them Luke or Logan would contact their employers and tell them they had been "reactivated" to work on a "TOP SECRET" military program.

 

At least this time Angus was wearing a big smile as he deplaned at Fort Connor even facing our armed security. I vouched for the two of them and then off to medical for Doc to live up to his "Vampirish" reputation.

 

Matt and I dropped the two of them off at a VIP suite and told them the "Guards" were posted for their protection. If we have an ALERT just listen to your escorts and they will get you to secure quarters immediately. Otherwise, I hope you'll accept our invitation for dinner with our family in our quarters tonight. BUSINESS TOMORROW!!!

 

We were amazed when we heard of all the advancements Angus had made in life. He had completed high school, two years of junior college, received a full ride academic scholarship to State University and was majoring in Social Work with a minor in business. His goal was to help disadvantaged kids after he graduated. I assured him when he graduated Matt and I would be happy to recommend him to SD Worthington, the head of the Worthington Foundation. (As Mama Bear taught me, what good are power and friends if you can't use them at times!)

 

After flag raising and breakfast the next day Angus waited patiently for us to finish our staff meeting. Once it adjourned I asked our "pair" to join the Command Team and we locked the conference room down to a secure room. The first words were from Angus: "WHAT HAS MY STUPID ASS FAMILY DONE THIS TIME?

 

Matt and I explained to him the missile attack on our jet, the air to ground response of the F15 jets escorting us and that the DNA evaluation shows with a 98% certainty it was your near relative. Any pictures of the vehicle or description? Yes, I had the insight to print off a video capture of the F15 camera showing the target of the missile he had launched. Angus freely stated it was his Uncle's pickup and his uncles were more radicle than his redneck father had been. Angus knew they had money hidden in accounts all over the world so it would take forever to locate and drain their funds. Whatever he can do to help, you only need ask. (Was this the same boy who arrived in handcuffs last time?)

 

At the moment all we ask is you stay safely with us at Fort Connor. If not for your safety then think of the safety of your friends and neighbors. You know how dangerous and reckless your relatives are. Angus couldn't dispute my logic and agreed. Logan had a "heart to heart" with the Chancellor of State University and the Chancellor agreed to notify Angus's professors he would be on an extended family emergency leave and the Chancellor expected every professor to offer extreme latitude and cooperation in allowing Angus to get up-to-date when he returned. If there were any objections please contact the Chancellor personally!

 

Without warning Fort Connor was inundated with mortar rounds. Angus and the imps were sent with us and locked down in the bunker. As we heard the Navy Jets screaming over the base their guns firing as they cut another speedboat into pieces. Followed by our Apache gunships blowing any remaining wreckage and attackers out of the water. (I'm certain if marine biologists were ever allowed to study the shark infested waters around Fort Connor they would find some of the fattest well fed sharks this side of Australia.)

 

Finally, the Pentagon got the demand to stop all the attacks on Fort Connor and on Alpha Zulu simply return Angus to his family. My immediate response was.

 

  1. We don't negotiate with terrorists or give terrorists the lives of American citizens.
  2. Hell will freeze over before anyone takes Angus away from the protection of Alpha Zulu!

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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