The Corps Omnibus by W. E. B. Griffin

Author:W. E. B. Griffin
Language: eng
Format: epub

"Fuck him," Pick said. "If you're suggesting he'll write our CO, even our MAG commander, telling him we were a little tight, let him."

"The letter would go to your new MAG commander, Mr. Pickering, not your old one."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't know, do you?" Carstairs said. "You two are not going back to your squadrons. None of the Guadalcanal aces are. You're going to train new fighter pilots. Here. I mean in the States. Probably at Memphis, I would guess."

"How do you know that?"

"Take my word for it. My orders to Memphis were canceled. I'm going to the Pacific. The Corps seems to feel the new generation of fighter pilots should be trained by people with combat experience, and not by those of us they've kept around the States until now."

"Oh, shit," Dunn said.

"It could be worse than teaching fighter pilots in Memphis or Florida, Mr. Dunn. It could mean teaching basic flight here-sitting in the backseat of Yellow Perils, and whitewashing rocks when you're through with the day's flying."

"He'd do that to us?" Pick asked.

"In a word, Mr. Pickering, you can bet your ass he would."

"How do we make amends? Kiss his ass at high noon in front of the O Club?"

"Colonel Porter feels that it would be educational-perhaps even inspirational-if you were to speak to the Marine Aviators and the Marine students here. And he sent me to ask if you would, for the good of The Corps, be willing to give up one day of your well-earned leave for that noble purpose."

"Or else he writes the reply-by-endorsement letters, right?" Pick asked.

"That sums it up neatly, Mr. Pickering."

"Or has us assigned here flying students in goddamn Yellow Perils," Dunn said.

"Precisely, Mr. Dunn. Or both. I don't suppose you really give a damn, but one of those letters would probably derail the promotion I'm sure The Corps has in mind for someone who's been a squadron exec and has the Navy Cross."

"Fuck a promotion!"

"You don't mean that, Billy," Pick said, and looked at Carstairs. "When?"

"Colonel Porter suggests the day after tomorrow, if that would be convenient. It will take me that long to set it up."

"What are we supposed to talk about?" Pick said.

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