Standing the Final Watch by William Alan Webb

Author:William Alan Webb [Webb, William Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, War, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Military, Dystopian
Amazon: B01HSCAJM6
Publisher: Dingbat Publishing
Published: 2016-08-17T07:00:00+00:00

A few steps away, Joe Randall dropped his eyes and took a step back. Nick Angriff stood less than ten feet away. Nick the A, in the flesh.

Shit!

Somebody pointed at Carlos, someone else at Plotz, standing beside him. Before Randall could sink back into the crowd, somebody shouted he was the mission commander. Angriff turned and waved him over.

Shit!

The crowd parted for him. After exchanging salutes, Angriff sized him up and nodded. “You were mission commander, Captain Randall? I spoke with you on the comm.”

Randall forced a smile and nodded. “Yes, General. The team responded beautifully. They’re true professionals.”

“Bravo zulu, Captain. I’m damned proud of you.” Angriff shook hands all around and said something to each in turn. He watched a medic bandage Arnold’s hand, injured by small arms fire. “That was good work, Sergeant. You need anything?’

Arnold grinned. “My grandmother had a recipe for ambrosia, General. She made it at our family reunions every Christmas. Her name was Ather Lee Dowdy Berry, Dowdy being her maiden name. I can't say why, exactly, but tasting her ambrosia again would be special. I've got the recipe.” Arnold tended to be quiet and reserved. Randall was surprised by the long answer.

“I see,” Angriff said, amused. “Ambrosia? Well, Sergeant, I don’t know what our food situation is yet, but I’ll see what I can do. Hell, I like ambrosia as much as any Southern boy.”

He moved on, staring at the massive helicopter, and smiled when he came to the image of the semi-naked blonde on the aircraft’s side and the name Tank Girl.

“Should I pat her ass for good luck?” he asked, and did. Randall smiled back, but it was a sickly smile. After a few more minutes inspecting the massive gunships, the general walked off and vanished in the crowd, heading toward the hangar’s exit.

As the crowd dispersed, Carlos turned to Randall. “So?”

“So what?”

“Really, Joe? You’re gonna bullshit me? When you saw Angriff, you damned near fainted. What’s up with that?”

Randall looked around to make sure nobody could overhear and lowered his voice. “You remember Morgan, don’t you?”

Carlos grinned. “Tank Girl! I remember her tits; I see them every day.” He nodded at the image painted on their Comanche.

“Well, I wouldn’t say anything about her tits around the CO.”

“Yeah, why not? He got something against hot blondes?”

“Not unless they’re his daughter.”

“Are you shitting me? Tank Girl was Nick the A’s daughter? Is that why you never used her last name?” Carlos did a double take. “And he just stroked her ass?”

Randall nodded. “It gets worse.”

“Worse? Does he know about you two? If he doesn’t, you’re golden. It’s not like she’s gonna tell… whoa, I’m sorry, Joe. That was thoughtless of me. I know you really cared for her.”

He clapped Carlos on the shoulder. “It’s okay. There’s a little more to the story than I’ve told you.”

“So give.”

“Not now. Maybe later. But trust me, this is really not something you want to know.”

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