01 Ghost Recon by David Michaels

Author:David Michaels [Michaels, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

TOWN OF BIG VALLEY

MODOC COUNTY, CALIFORNIA

APRIL 2012

Sergeant First Class Paul Smith, Ghost Team rifleman, was home in rural Northern California for a few weeks, and it was not two days into his R & R that his boyhood friend Hernando Alameda called to say that he could use a hand loading about two hundred bales of alfalfa hay onto some flatbed trucks. Hernando had taken over the farm from his recently deceased father, and Smith knew that he was shorthanded, so he couldn’t say no to his old buddy.

Hernando was twenty-seven, a few years older than Smith, and he’d been complaining all morning about the difficulties of finding good help. He worked out his frustration on the bales of hay, loading twice as fast as Smith did, both of them sweating profusely. Soon the conversation turned to women, as it always did, and Smith asked about Hernando’s longtime girlfriend, Vicki, who had sweet-talked him into financing a brand-new pair of boobs.

“She just dumped me last week,” Hernando said between breaths.

“How many times is that?”

“Three.”

“You don’t need her.”

“Nope.”

“But you’ll be calling later.”

“Yup. I’m calling in the loan.”

Smith grinned. “Damn that woman.”

“Hey, your dad told me he’s retiring next year.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it. He’s been sheriff of this Podunk county for thirty years.”

“You ought to take over.”

Smith laughed. “I joined the army to get away from all this horse dung.”

“You hate us that much?”

“No, but come on, bro, you know my parents. Dad wanted me to be a rocket scientist. And they’re both still mad about the whole college thing. But I have my own life now.”

“And the army’s that much better? You never thought about quitting?”

Smith shrugged. There had been a time, near the end of his fourth year as an infantryman. The service hadn’t been as glamorous or challenging as he’d thought. He’d spent the better part of his life outdoors, hunting and fishing. He was a bushman at heart, and a lot of guys from the city used to say he had a sixth sense. They always put him on point, like a bloodhound. And that was great, but he’d grown bored.

“There was a time when I wasn’t going to re-up,” he told Hernando. “But then I met this Special Forces officer, and things changed.”

“He gave you the sales pitch.”

“No, he just came in to do some combatives and martial arts training. The guy was amazing. He told it like it was, and to this day I still remember his training philosophy.”

“Which was?”

“Well, he thought the mental advantage was just as important as firepower. He told us our training should always be mission-specific. It had to be short, and it shouldn’t require us to be flexible like gymnasts. And even though he was shorter and lighter, he dropped me like a bad transmission every time. He was the most professional soldier I’d ever met.”

“No kidding. You never told me this story. I thought you just did it. But I was right. He convinced you to re-up.”

Smith nodded. “After working with me, he said I was Special Forces material.

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