ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES
Chapter 099 – A Labor of Love
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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:
*Adam Mann: Four Star
General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
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: 1st
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 (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Caleb Afolabi: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Fort Connor Adjutant
Carlos Martinez: Adolescent son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto
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)
Dale Gordon Longdick Allman: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Danny Henry: Four Star Brigadier U.S. Army (Base Commander Fort Connor)
Date Masamune: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of David Longdick-Allman
David Longdick-Allman: Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Dillion Dwight: General (4 star), U.S. Army – Medical Director of Fort Connor
*Doug Meat: Six Star General
of the Armies U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Duke Stone III: General (4 Star), U.S. Army – Protector of Dale Gordon Longdick-Allman
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)
Gerald Isaac: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Tommy Longdick-Allman
Hank Henry-Jones: Adopted Son of Bob Jones & Danny Henry
Hayao Kinugasa, Major: U.S. Army (Aide to General Meat and General Goodman)
*Harold Manfred, Captain: U.S. Army
– Protector of David Longdick-Allman
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: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Jason Bob Vance: (Brother of Billy Bob Vance and partner of Mason Allen)
*Jax Arthur King: Colonel, U.S.
Army - Security for Shawn Longdick-Allman
John Worthington: COO R&D of Worthington Industries
Juaquin "Jay" de Vázquez: Son of Manual de Vázquez
Juan Martinez: Major (2 star) General, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
Lars Alison: Major General (2 Star), U.S. Army – Deputy Base Command, Fort Connor
*Liam McIntyre: CFO Worthington
Industries & Partner of Luke Worthington
Logan Worthington: Biological Son of Luke Worthington
Lucas Daniel Fairbairn: Captain, U.S. Army – Protector of Michael "Allen" Roberts
Luke Worthington: CEO of Worthington Industries
*Magnus Savage: Colonel, U.S. Army
– Alpha Zulu 69 Medical Trauma Surgon
Mark Roberts: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Bobby Longdick-Allman
Manuel de Vázquez: Physicist/Engineer - Worthington Industries
Mario "Mani" Garcia: Son of the President of Mexico (Adopted son of Juan Martinez and Roger DeSoto)
*Mason Allen: Six Star General
of the Armies, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Matt Longdick: Four Star General, U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Maximillian (Max) Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Michael "Allen" Roberts: Adopted Son of Matt Longdick and Jason Allman
Napoleon Malinois: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog
Noah Meat-Goodman: Adopted Son of Doug Meat and Steven Goodman
Oliver Winter: Colonel, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
*Randy Adam "RA"
Worthington:
Adopted son of Connor Best-Mann & John Worthington
*Randy Best: Four Star
General, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69
Randy Johnson: Captain, U.S. Army – Security for Shawn LongDick-Allman
*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 Jackson: Lieutentant General (3 Star), U.S. Army – Base Commander of Fort Connor
Rod LittleFeather: 1st Sergeant, U.S. Army – Alpha Zulu 69 War Dog Handler
Roger DeSoto: Major (2 star) General, U.S. Army – Security for Mario Garcia
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)
Viktor Jannson: Colonel, U.S. Army – Adjutant for Generals LongDick and Allman
Wilhelm "Willy" Rogers: Colonel, U.S. Army – Protector of Larry Winter-Jannson
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
POTUS was so correct... Oliver and I loved meeting with the average soldier and especially meeting and talking with those soldiers in the hospital. They often are forgotten and we were dedicated to make sure they had the opportunity to talk with us even if we did share their less than optimal hospital food. (We all make sacrifices that benefit injured soldiers.)
The itinerary POTUS and the Joint Chiefs made for us was indeed gracious. We would have two days dedicated to meet with the average soldier and the soldiers in the base hospital. The rubber chicken dinners with the base "brass" and officers was a necessary evil and we suffered in silence. Our remarks when we were asked to address the officers were short and to the point. "Treat your soldiers like you would want to be treated!" It is the average soldier that makes for a strong Army not the ego of most officers. Yes, I may step on the toes of many officers but as I was told as a youth: "If the shoe fits, WEAR IT!
Usually, Oliver and I would spend the balance of the day we arrived on a base meeting the command team and then our required meet and greet dinner with the officers. We asked for a Private or Corporal to be assigned to act as a tour guide as we visited around the base unannounced. It was fun to see the surprised look on the faces of a platoon or squad when two six star generals walked in they went into immediate panic mode and snapped to attention. We simply ordered: "As you were" and asked them to grab a knee and share with us their view on the Army of the 21st century. Here is your chance to get your feelings, gripes, concerns, etc. to the highest level of the Pentagon and White House. Oliver and I started as enlisted soldiers so we are well aware of what you face every day and you have our highest respect. When Oliver and I were offered a Master Sergeant as a "tour guide" we knew we would get a tour of what the base administration wanted us to see. We asked for a private or corporal so we could get to the most important people on base, you the enlisted soldier. We did more to cause Army contracts to be extended than any motivational presentation made to soldiers at the time of their enlistment ending.
POTUS and the Joint Chiefs were well aware of how the average soldier cared about us and trust us knowing the truths being shared with them came from our souls and hearts. We would never ask any soldier to do anything more than what we had done or were willing to do. In today's Army a high incident of injury or death in their enlisted soldiers whatever the rationale only reflects poorly on the officers of that unit. If a unit is decimated by the enemy then the unit officer should be at the head of the unit and the first to be eliminated. An officer that survives when his unit is destroyed should never be honored or allowed to lead any soldiers ever again. His unit deserves better leadership.
I never failed to enjoy the shock of the enlisted men when we would walk in their barracks unannounced. Even experienced war hardened soldiers exiting the shower only wearing a towel were shocked to be greeted by six stars and two generals wanting to hear their views on the modern Army. Never let it be said we didn't show parody to soldiers of the opposite Sex although we couldn't just walk in, we had to let them dress so that they were presentable. Even being two gay men we had to respect their modesty. (Something in small demand in any Army!)
As we progressed on our schedule of base visits Doc would "call ahead" and the base commander would meet us and inform us we were immediately required in medical for a check up meaning doc wanted his quart of blood and pound of flesh NOW! Doc was pleased that our blood pressure, heart-rate, vitals and all the tests were down and going the right way indicated our returning to good health. (Anything that makes Doc happy improves our quality of life!)
After hitting every major Army base on the East Coast POTUS snuck in a visit to West Point and a formal review of the Cadets. Plus, a candid "off the cuff" presentation to all the cadets enrolled... the future officers of the United States Army. We now had the chance to impact the future leaders and Army policy long after we were dead. This was an opportunity both Oliver and I knew we couldn't refuse. It was an investment of time and energy in the future of the Army and security of our great country.
I knew we missed smaller Army Bases and those without medical facilities but Oliver and I agreed to make a point to attempt to schedule visits when we were again in their area. Just because this was a "junket" for POTUS didn't mean we couldn't visit other bases in the future.
The weather was turning cold as we visited the northern most bases in Montana, Wyoming, Dakotas... that damn cold northern tier of states but fortunately we missed the bullet on visiting Alaska this time. I was so happy when we got to bases in California and my `ole bones could defrost and guys felt comfortable wearing speedos at the base pools. I'm just glad my grandson is married because he would be in "lust overdrive" looking at all the hunks showing off their physiques in skimpy speedos.
Just because I'm committed to Oliver doesn't mean I can't enjoy a hot hunk regardless of his sexual orientation. Looking and not being allowed to touch can make for a horny general at times and Oliver definitely got screwed over that night and he knew the reason. He only smiled at me and commented he still was in love with me and lusting over a hot young stud only meant I was a normal gay man with active hormones. Looking was allowed but 1st Sergeant Napoleon would show me the error of my ways if I every strayed. (Oliver was the only man I wanted or needed in my life!)
I complained to POTUS he forgot to include Hawaii on my schedule of base visits. After he finished laughing he informed me there was a State Visit to Japan scheduled in the near future and the Emperor had personally requested we bring Date with us to be his personal guest. Date would be in shock when he learned of the personal request of the Emperor. I smiled at Date and reminded him the Emperor had the same body equipment as the rest of us. He may be a living God to his people but to the rest of us he is just another world leader with rampant hormones. (Our Son's partner wasn't impressed with my comment!)
The medical reports we were receiving on David and his partner only gave us renewed hope these two beautiful people would make a full recovery. We knew from our experiences with our notorious "biker gang" that when you let your guard down they'll attack when and where you least expect them. The "bikers" used conventional missiles and rock launchers... something the Army was well prepared to defend Alpha Zulu and had the technology to face and neutralize. But, the "Knights" were low tech and damn good at operating drones who could sneak in barely above sea level and then skim the tree tops until they could attack the main portion of our base. Hayao and the Worthington "Brain Trust" was working overtime to find a solution to neutralizing this threat but so far to no avail.
Logan and Hayao had been planning a pilot program which immediately became a top priority. When David was given control of his trust there was no long a need to have the Worthington Foundation auditors securely guarded and "locked down" at Fort Connor. This left a pretty big hunk of real estate unused and Logan agreed with Hayao on a great use and immediately started to implement their plan.
Within our three months of Summer Maintenance, the building was tripled in size and turned into an oversized 3D Holodeck for the men to both train with electronic firearms and could also be used for social combat between teams of men competing for top honors in recreational competition. Even being a pilot program the simulations were so realistic and any scenario could be easily programed to challenge our men. The kill rate on drones increased by over 100% so it was a worthwhile project.
For a nondescript building it always had a waiting list of soldiers wanting to schedule time to challenge their brothers for top bragging rights. (Not to mention having excellent training to save their ass and the ass of their buddies.) Logan and Hayao even programed games with levels for young imps through experienced gamers. If this wasn't a top secret classified program Hayao would definitely be a candidate for a Nobel Prize in science.
The only prize our overworked little hero wanted was his partners ass and enough energy to send him to Nirvana more than once a month. David made certain Hayao and Alex had a two week vacation at his Virgin Island Penthouse and Logan concurred: "RESISTANCE IS FUTILE"! Logan was taking lessons on diplomacy from me and he advised our pair of lovers they could get on the jet voluntarily or in handcuffs. If necessary, he'd borrow 1st Sergeant Napoleon to motivate you to board your jet. Resistance isn't just futile it is just damn impossible. Accept your fate and enjoy your vacation compliments of the people who love you.
Army bases we visited went on a total lock down 24 hours prior to our arrival and continue being locked down until we left and were airborne at our cruising altitude and had a military jet escort. We weren't shocked or surprised when our security team rushed into a barracks where we were meeting with soldiers, grabbed us, threw us in our transport and headed to a secure bunker to "lock us down". Fort Connor was under drone attack and they were ordered not to take any chances with our lives. (At least they didn't throw us in naked with cum running down Oliver's leg.) Oh, the memories of RA and T&T. Only Oliver knew why I was smiling and I got a hard punch in my arm from the man I loved. He knew exactly what I was thinking and he would get even!
I was elated with the advancements the Army had made in combat shotguns. With the new emphasis on urban warfare, shotguns were a formidable tool loaded with magnum 12 gauge ammunition. Even if it wasn't a direct hit on a drone just taking out one of its props would send it into a spiraling crash. The "Knights" managed to mount some heavy firepower on commercial drones which I had to give credit for some fancy high end engineering. If they could only put all that brain power to productive use defending our country it would be safer for all of us.
I'll never understand the use of money and resources to attack Fort Connor and us Generals after David's trust had been fully released to his control. The "Knights" no longer had legal rights of inheritance and if anything were to happen to David then his will would direct how his assets were to be disposed. Logan and Hayao were determined to create a defensive shield around our young financial magnate so he could have an enjoyable life and enjoy it with the wonderful man he loved. Five Star General of the Army Date Masamune one of the most decorated soldiers since Audi Murphy and the Generals of World War II. When Date spoke, people listened out of respect. As a holder of the Medal of Honor members of all branches of service gave him as much or even more respect than we received as Six Star Generals of the Armies.
Date never had to work another day of his life and he continued in the Army to serve his country and to protect the imps and soldiers of Fort Connor. David's money would bring so much good to orphaned children and when he finally decided to retire David and Date would adopt as many children as possible and give them the best life and future beyond their wildest dreams and desires.
My grandson and his partner was making a faster recovery than even Doc anticipated and within a few short weeks he released them to their own quarters and into the tender arms of their parents. Talk about being told what to do and what they couldn't do, their parents were more demanding than Doc which they never dreamed possible. All four parents wanted their sons to have a long and healthy life and not to rush their recovery. Just because Doc released you doesn't mean you are 100% healthy. (Evan as an adult don't ever plan on winning an argument with your parents once they "draw the line in the sand"!) "RESISTANCE IS FUTILE"!
David finally convinced Date to allow him to return to South Bend and Notre Dame to take his final exams and hopefully receive his degree in Business Management. It was decided to protect him and other students from possible collateral damage exams would be administered on a weekend when minimal students were in attendance. Security would be tight with a large Alpha Zulu ARMED presence. Our grandson scored high on all his final exams and was awarded his degree. His father celebrated by sending him and his partner on a two week trip to the U.S. Virgin Island provided he leave his skimpy Speedo swim suit at home. (Dads were just being old wet blankets!)
Considering Oliver and I were using Alpha Zulu One and Alpha Zulu Two hopping from base to base the 777-200 behemoth was available for my grandson to really live the good life and be transported in luxury to enjoy his graduation present. Fathers and grandparents, all of us demanded daily photos of their activities and we weren't talking about what transpired in their bedroom. We expected them to get out and about so they could enjoy the sights and ambiance of this beautiful part of the world. We grandfathers highly recommend you DON'T keep a photo record of your bedroom activities. If they ever get on the web they have a life of their own and nearly impossible to totally remove. I could only shudder at the potential problems such photos could cause these two beautiful people in their future.
In talking with our grandsons I casually reminded them: "Your fathers and all four grandparents know you have a great and rewarding sex life as do all the men of Alpha Zulu after your honeymoon weekend in our VIP suite. Everyone on base was surprised you could walk to medical when you exited the VIP suite considering all the erotic sounds that had emanated all weekend. Even the Chaplain blushed as he walked by making his normal rounds of the base. You aren't even close to challenging RA or T&T for their base title but you definitely have a reputation that won't be long forgotten at Fort Connor. (Let's just keep it among friends.)"
I had to chuckle at Oliver after that conversation with our two new love birds. Yes, we could remember well our first weekend together and that we could barely stand to wear clothes and had so much difficulty walking many people offered to call medical assistance for us. Oh, these are memories our grandsons will remember as they grow old together as much as Oliver and I cherish these memories in our lives.
We finally finished our "meet and greets" around the 48 states and fulfilled the request of POTUS and actually made Doc happy in the process. We had a week of R&R at Fort Connor before Oliver and I, our adjutant, Date and David headed off to Japan for a formal State visit. Date was quaking in his boots at a command presentation to the Emperor. I couldn't believe he spent almost the total flight across the pacific polishing his shoes. A "mirror shine" would be an understatement and he was one five star general that preferred to do it himself rather than have a subordinate do the menial task for him. Just one of the minor traits that made him a loved base commander of Fort Connor.
We noticed when Date returned from his meeting with the Emperor he was totally relaxed and refreshed. Noticing he now had a short sword in addition to his Samurai sword. Questioning him incessantly he finally relented and told us it was a gift from the Emperor. They had researched the Emperor's private collection and this is the short sword my namesake gave the Emperor as a sign of feudality over 500 years ago. The Emperor again told me how proud he was of me and showing pride in my Japanese Samurai heritage. For the first time in over 500 years the Daito (Long Sword) and the Wakizashi (Short Sword) are together with one Samurai. I only hope I can do honor to that bestowed upon me by the Emperor.
None of us could totally appreciate the honor bestowed upon Date by the Emperor but we were happy for him. Only he could appreciate the great honor bestowed but David took his partners hand, led him off to the bedroom saying he didn't have a Samurai Short Sword to bestow honor on his partner but he felt certain he could find some way of honoring the man he loved with his "long sword". From the sounds vibrating through their bedroom walls Oliver and I felt certain he had accomplished his mission objectives.
Emerging from their bedroom the next morning Date looked like he lost the battle but was a very happy and smiling Samurai. David was walking on air even if he commented wearing underwear was going to hurt like hell today. Date only slapped him on the ass and told him to "suck it up"... going commando is even more painful... "I speak from personal experience"!
Oliver and I tried not to lose it in laughter but we well remembered those moments in our past and wouldn't change the memories for anything. I knew our son and his partner felt the same. The had an unbreakable bond as friends which only made for an indestructible bond of love between the two young men.
Considering we had a 14+ hour flight back to Fort Connor from Japan I knew both David and Date wouldn't be sitting for long during the flight back. Oliver and I offered them the beds in our suite and they both glared at us commenting: "Dads, you must jest!" "Just help us to medical and don't laugh too much when Doc lectures us on MODERATION!
Our adjutants couldn't control their laughter and that made Oliver and I lose it. Yes, the words of Mama Bear continually remind us: "ACTIONS HAVE REPRUCUSSIONS"!
It was so much fun to listen to their college age son and his partner lecturing them on controlling their animal desires and to learn moderation. Oliver and I had to excuse ourselves to keep from rolling on the floor in laughter. All of us had been guilty or losing control and giving into our basal animal instinct over the years and yes we all paid the price when we were forced to admit our lack of self-control to Doc. If Doc wasn't a true medical professional and believe in patient confidentiality he could write a best seller about the "Life and Love of Alpha Zulu". (The names would have to be changed to protect the guilty!)
It was time for our grandson to face reality and his final exams at Notre Dame. David and Date insisted on a full security detail and Oliver and I decided to accompany them and then stop at a few small Army bases on our way back to Fort Connor. The Indiana State Troopers were all over campus and our Alpha Zulu armed security was not trying to keep a low profile. We wanted any hostiles to know if they attempted to harm our children be prepared to sacrifice your life. Many times a show of force is the best deterrent. David spent a Saturday and Sunday facing a continued rotation of professors administering his final exams. Finally, by Sunday late afternoon, he had completed all his exams and was ready for some stress management compliments of his life partner. His in-laws smiled as our lovers walked hand in hand to their bedrooms and we had to smile as they removed their hearing aids. (Their bedroom walls definitely weren't soundproofed and the head of the bed banging against the wall should have kept the entire neighborhood awake. At least two smiling youngsters came down for breakfast and commented they wanted to spend a few days with their family before they flew back to Fort Connor.
Oliver and I left them with a security detail and took our detail announcing we were going to do a little "base hopping" and surprise some soldiers and ruin the day for some base commanders. (Even our security detail laughed at that last comment.) We flew out and enjoyed a beautiful summer day with minimal air turbulence for which my stomach is forever grateful. We knew we'd be forced to enjoy dinner with the base commander and officers tonight but tomorrow we'd be able to meet with the soldiers and get to know the men and women who are the backbone of today's Army. (We all bleed Army "green".)
I wasn't surprised when Date contacted us saying the "love birds" made it back to Fort Connor before the two of us. How long are you going to be ruining the day for base commanders. We were having just too much fun and meeting some fantastic men and women who were the soldiers of the 21 century. I told Date probably another 7-10 days unless SecDef or POTUS ruin our personal junket. One of the perks of these six stars is dropping in and ruining the day of a base commander and the officers. (Just as much as an unannounced visit to Fort Connor by SecDef or POTUS does for you.)
Hug and kiss the kids for us and remember to tell them how much we love them and expect to hear INCOMMING the first morning we are back. Oliver threw something at me commenting his nuts crawled up to his navel when he heard me make that comment. I told him I'd order a Kevlar jock cup so he could feel protected as he slept. (I quickly ducked because I knew whatever was in his hand would be an airborne missile aimed at my head.)
Yes, Oliver and I were still in love and would be for all eternity. I never failed to smile when the sun rays broke through the window every morning and I could gaze upon the beautiful body of the man who shares my bed. I do believe Moonlight is even more erotic and definitely gives me a raging erection which usually ends up with an injection of prime Army Baby Batter into the man I love. He never objects about a sore ass and all the cramps that he endures as he expels all my liquid love. I always make certain he never goes to sleep with an erection or heavy laden balls. I can never tire of enjoying the flavor of his cummy orgasms. Just thinking about it at the moment makes me want to drag Oliver off to bed and have a few hours of passionate love with this wonderful man.
Time to put on our dress uniforms and head off to our required "meet and greet" with the base commander and the officers... got to keep everyone happy so we can have access to the soldiers. Evening knowing that we Six Star Generals are on base the average soldier is always astonished when we walk in, sit down and discuss life in general with them. Of course, always encouraging them to consider the Army as their life career. (Got to keep POTUS and SecDef happy not to mention the Secretary of the Army!)
Finally, we made it back to Fort Connor and Doc was waiting at the foot of the plane ramp reminding us not only did we need our "back to base" lab workup but we were well overdue for our quarterly exam. Procrastination is not an option or I'll turn you into your son and the Base General. You know if I do that 1st Sergeant Napoleon will be escorting you to medical to assure your cooperation. (I think the older Doc gets the more intolerant he becomes.)
We actually saw Doc smile when he finished our quarterly physical and other than those damn long fingers I guess we can't complain. Either we were healthier than he expected or he would going to tell us to have our wills updated. Either way, he was just too happy and out of character. "These base hopping adventures of your really show on your physical evaluation. I wish I could patent it and have other bases able to use it with their high stress officers."
After a week of being at Fort Connor I wanted to go base hopping again. Even having to endure the "rubber chicken dinners" with the officers it was worth it to visit the soldiers. Oliver and I made certain to walk around Fort Connor and talk with every soldier on a regular basis. Not because it was ordered or expected but because we want to interact with our men. It shows with our retention and the dedication of our men. POTUS and SecDef continually inform us Fort Connor has the highest retention of any Army base in the country. Oliver and I tell them it is because our men know we love them and would lead from the front if and when they went into combat. We would never ask them to do anything we wouldn't be committed to do also.
Just when we thought our life couldn't get any better and that the "Knights" had forgotten about us... POTUS strikes and ruins our day. Ops breaks into our morning staff meeting saying we have an urgent video conference call for you, General Winter, General Masamune and your adjutants. "Send it through and lets face the music!"
Viktor, nice to see you all together. Looking at a smiling POTUS and SecDef we knew they were both up to no good. We have a potential problem and we need your talents to see if the problem exists and how deep it is engrained. We have an Army hospital in Texas that is getting numerous reports through our military hotline commenting the level of medical care provided depends upon the sexual orientation of the soldier. We are being told gay men and women are being provided substandard medical care. I know you will work cooperative with your medical staff at Fort Connor to either prove or disapprove these allegation. If they are proven to exist then I'll have a CID and JAG team in the air within an hour of your report. Your stars can made a quick and more thorough evaluation than sending in a CID and JAG team and have everyone freeze up and we'll never know the truth of the situation. I can't order you but I know you won't turn away from a possible situation where our soldiers are being denied adequate medical care.
Your reputations precede you and every base commander in the country knows about you dropping in unannounced to meet with their soldiers and individuals in their hospital. So, your arrival shouldn't send up any "Red Flags" like a formal CID & JAG team landing unannounced. Just let me know your opinion and if you think soldiers are being denied adequate medical care I'll have CID & JAG in the air within an hour. God Speed!
The Base was only a short flight by air and right on schedule like being preprogramed we were invited for dinner with the Base General and his officers. OK, a necessary evil to complete our assigned mission. Asking for a private or corporal to take us around base the next day we assured the General we didn't want a Master Sergeant we wanted to know the actual feelings of the men and not have them intimidated by anyone of rank.
The input we got from the soldiers was most alarming and even soldiers who were heterosexual were concerned about the quality of care given to their gay brother-in-arms. There problem that was reported on the Pentagon hotline seems to exist and it is now time to make an unannounced visit to the base hospital and have a man-to-man chat with the soldiers involved.
We started at 0700 hours the next day missed lunch, retreat and dinner as we continued to hear horror story after horror story about the lack of medical care. I patched Doc in on our com and he confirmed even if it was proven a problem didn't exist there should have been tests done to either confirm or rule out any problem. With the number of consistent stories we heard I asked Doc to contact SecDef and ask for an immediate CID & JAG team dispatched. "CONSIDER IT DONE!"
I wasn't surprised when the Base General showed up asking what kind of stories were these malingering soldiers telling us. They weren't fit to be in THIS MAN'S Army. I turned to the General and told him if anyone wasn't fit to be in this man's Army it is you. You don't deserve to wear those four stars on your shoulders and I'll do everything in my power to see you stripped of your rank and court martialed.
The physicians, nurses and medical staff present rose and applauded our actions. This homophobic atmosphere was an insult to medicine and no one should be deprived of adequate medical care simply due to their sexual preference.
Turning to the hospital staff I issued the following order: "By order and authority of the President of the United States provide these soldiers with the medical care they deserve". There will be a CID & JAG team on base within hours and I guarantee you there will be a complete investigation and report directly to the President. I won't second guess the result of their investigation but no one will escape due to rank.
The word quickly spread throughout the hospital that a Presidential Directive now existed demanding we provide the same level of medical care to all patients starting immediately. Call in whatever additional staff you need but this is to be implemented without hesitation.
Oliver and I had a long and exhaustive day and asked where there was a lounge where we could rest until the CID & JAG team arrived. Walking to the staff lounge, the way was blocked with two large armed MPs blocking our way. I ordered them to stand down and let us through. The last word I heard was GUN as the sound of gunfire resounded through the hallway. I felt the burn of our ceramic body armor being struck with 9mm rounds and both Oliver and I went down. One of our security team went down between us and both Oliver and I crawled to cover and protect him with our bodies.
As the bullets continued to resound around us I grasp Oliver's hand as my mind blacked out and I lost consciousness. The next sound I heard was the voice of Roger calling my name and Oliver's. As he took our hands I could see our spirit leave our bodies and Roger led us through a bright aura to our eternal life. I prayed for our children and family to have the strength to cope with our death. I truly hoped they believe as do Oliver and I death is not the end of life but the beginning of life eternal.
Now my mission in life is to spoil Roger and bounce him on my knee. I hope I can spoil him to enjoy vanilla ice cream with double hot fudge as much as my current family does. I know between Mama Bear, Mason Allen, Oliver and myself Roger will never be lacking for love and attention.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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