Men in Green Faces: A Novel of U.S. Navy SEALs by Gene Wentz & B. Abell Jurus

Author:Gene Wentz & B. Abell Jurus [Wentz, Gene & Jurus, B. Abell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, War & Military, Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9781250036223
Google: hZKa_7TRmpkC
Amazon: 1250036224
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 1993-06-15T10:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“COME ON OVER,” TOMMY said when they reached Hotel’s hootch. “I want you to meet our lieutenant. He wants to get out in the bush soon. I’ve already told him about you.”

Heads turned when they walked in. They’re so young, Gene thought, forgetting he was only months older himself.

“John,” Tommy said, “this is Seaman Gene Michaels.”

“Lieutenant Hagar,” Gene said, taking the outstretched hand, “nice to meet you, sir.” The man was a ringer for Steve McQueen. Same cool measuring look in the blue eyes, same curly, sandy hair. Even built like him.

“It’s John, here,” the lieutenant replied. “Tommy told me you’re the only one that could fill his shoes while he’s gone. Says you’re one helluva operater.”

Gene shook his head. “I can’t fill his shoes. No one could. But I do know the area, and I can take you out. I’ve got a B-40 rocket team location.”

Lieutenant Hagar, hands on hips, tilted his head just a bit in silent question.

“Let’s go out tomorrow and set an ambush.” Gene paused, giving the lieutenant time to say something. He didn’t. So Gene outlined the plan he had in mind.

“We’ll get in before the rocket team comes down to set their night ambush. The men can get used to the weather and the night sounds. It will be a light contact.”

“Your information good?”

“Yes, sir. I was planning to run it with my squad.”

“Okay,” Lieutenant Hagar said, “we’ll talk tomorrow morning.”

Tommy walked him to the door. “Good job.”

Gene waved as he left. He had to get an M-16 ready for midnight and the old man.

Within the next half hour, he’d gone to supply and found a gunner’s mate to take four M-16 rounds apart and plug up the necks of the shell casings. Putting the four rounds of homemade blanks in his pocket, he went back to his hootch.

It took about two seconds to locate Marc Kenau. He had a fistful of Freddy Fanther’s blue-and-gold. Fanther dangled about a foot and a half above the floor, both hands protecting his face. He was looking out between his fingers and yelling for Marc to set him down.

Gene sighed. He walked over and stood behind Fanther where Marc could see him. When he did, Gene motioned toward the door and raised his eyebrows in question. At Marc’s quick nod, he went back outside. Moments later, the Eagle joined him, leaving Freddy Fanther inside and yelling, amid the roar of the SEALs’ laughter.

“Piss you off?”

“Always,” Marc answered. “Biggest mouth I’ve ever seen.”

“Parakeet ass, though.”

“Got that right. What’s up?”

Gene pulled the blank rounds out of his pocket. “Got ‘em. Wanted to check them and the M-16 out with you. I thought we should inspect them together and get ready.”

At the cleaning table, they checked the empty chamber of the M-16 to be used, then counted the rounds which were placed in the magazine. Two live rounds first, then two blanks, two live, then the last two blanks. When they were both satisfied, Gene handed the M-16 and the magazine to Marc.

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