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Germany and tried to stowaway in that
C-130 on its way back to Afghanistan dressed like a Navy
nurse?
     
    CAL : You
know why I did that, Andy. I had to get back to my
Marines.
     
    ANDY : I
know, I know. I just want to make sure you take care of yourself.
According to the papers, you got into some real shit.
     
    CAL :
Thanks, Sir. I just want to get as far away from this place as I
can.
     
    ANDY : You
talk to the police yet?
     
    CAL : Yeah,
they sent in some former Army guy. He was alright. Asked me some
basic questions and didn’t press too much. If anything it looks
like the cops here in Nashville take care of the
military.
     
    ANDY : Yeah,
that’s what I’d heard too. Anybody giving you a hard
time?
     
    CAL : Had
some random calls from reporters but I’ve got a pretty good former
corpsman that screens the calls for me.
     
    ANDY : He
the guy I just talked to?
     
    CAL : Yeah.
Pretty good guy. Speaking of which, could you do me a favor and do
a little digging on him?
     
    ANDY : I
thought you said he was a good guy?
     
    CAL : It’s
not that. You know me, never hurts to have a little extra
intel.
     
    ANDY : No
problem. One of the perks of being close to the puzzle palace is
that I can get the scoop on almost anyone. What’s the doc’s
name?
     
    Cal told him what he knew about Brian, which
wasn’t much.
     
    ANDY : Give
me a few minutes and I’ll call you back.
     
    The line went dead and Cal hung up as well.
Cal mulled over the conversation.
    So Capt. Andrews was at Headquarters Marine
Corps. Large probability that they got him to make that move
kicking and screaming. The good Captain might not look like much,
around five foot nine inches, but he was a helluva shot and knew
how to take care of his Marines. Most people thought he was a
candyass when they first met him because he looked barely twenty
one, but the man was a natural leader. Under the surface lurked a
coldly calculating mind not unlike Cal’s. Maybe that’s why they’d
gotten along.
    + + +
    He could still remember the first day when
as a Corporal, Stokes had met then Second Lieutenant Andrews. At
the time Cal was serving his time on the much-loved twenty four
hour duty on a prime Friday night in July. He’d been sitting at the
duty desk counting down the minutes to midnight. Cal had a list of
junior officers that were supposed to report in to the battalion
from the Infantry Officers Course by 23:59. All of the four
reported in at various times during the day except one: a 2ndLt.
Bartholomew Andrews. That was an interesting first name. Probably
some Naval Academy weenie.
    The Gunny (Gunnery Sergeant) assigned as the
duty officer was a real prick and wanted to be woken up as soon as
each officer reported in. It didn’t have to be that way, but this
particular Gunny got a kick out of giving young officers grief when
they reported in.
    Cal knew why too. The prick Gunny had been
dumped by two Company Commanders for doing a shitty job as Company
Gunny. Now he was assigned to the S-3 shop as some assistant to the
assistant’s assistant. Basically the Battalion staff was biding its
time until they could dump the Gunny on another Battalion or get
him kicked out of the Corps. The Gunny loved to abuse any power
granted to him by the Marine Corps, even the limited power of the
OOD (officer of the day).
    Cpl. Stokes had already seen the Gunny give
the other three Second Lieutenants grief over stupid admin stuff.
He’d even watched a poor officer get humiliated because he’d left
one of the copies of his written orders in his car. The Gunny had
the poor guy sprinting back to his car believing that if the orders
weren’t back in under two minutes the Battalion Commander would be
called in to deal with him. That had given the Gunny a real good
laugh. Prick.
    Cal wasn’t looking forward to the last guy
getting there. This 2ndLt Andrews had ten more minutes. It was also
obvious that the Gunny was saving the best for last. He’d already
mentioned how