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The Fleet: Part 2

4/23/2014

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NOTE: Thanks to the reader who threw in the wildcard today. I didn't see that coming, but I like it. Check it out...

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The Fleet Part 2

No one moved in response to the gunny's request. He said it again, "I need two volunteers...now."

There wasn't a speck of volume increase, but something in his eyes told us we better respond, and do it soon. The problem was that we'd learned very early on, like the first day of boot camp, that you never, ever, I mean never, volunteer for anything in the Marine Corps. Even our senior drill instructor had told us that right before graduation.

Still silence. Sweat dripping down my back. Tick tock.

I was standing in the front left corner of the formation watching out of the corner of my eye, never moving my focus from a distant point straight ahead, just as I'd done for countless hours at Parris Island. I wondered if any of my fellow Marines would be dumb enough to raise their hands.

Without warning, I felt a push from behind. My legs already weakened, I stumbled forward, already knowing who'd pushed me. I snarled inwardly, straightening myself back into the position of attention.

"It looks like we've got one volunteer," Gunny Salvador grumbled, chuckles from the other SNCOs. "And how about we get his butt buddy behind him to come along."

Luckily I somehow suppressed my smile, knowing the asshole who'd pushed me thought he'd gotten away with it. It was our first lesson in the fact that Marine Gunnery Sergeants had eyes everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.

"Get over here, you two," Gunny Salvador ordered, pointing to a spot next to him without taking his eyes off the others. "The rest of you will follow Staff Sergeant Evermeade to the barracks." He turned to look me right in the eyes, his gaze steady, penetrating. "You two, follow me."

I chanced a glance at the piece of shit who'd gotten us in the mess, Private Gallagher, a thorn in my side since the first day of SOI. The fucker had a chip on his shoulder always assuming he was the big dick in the show. He was a bully and a shitty drunk. I'd had to put him in his place more than once, besting him in every event we had, eventually picking up the coveted meritorious promotion.

He hated me and I hated him. It's just how it was.

We glowered at each other for a split second, then hurried to follow our new company gunny.

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Terry Sullivan
4/23/2014 11:57:54 pm

How about doing a story of an elite marine team sent into the west to evaluate the true situation of the BLM land issues, and what's going on under the radar. Although necessarily fiction, it could delve into politicians involved, either openly or hidden. The team would pose as cowboys, etc, and be able to obtain information from both sides. it would be very useful if they could obtain information of gold, silver, uranium deposits located on the land in question, unknown to those occuoying it, but known to the politicians.

Add a politician who's deeply invested in politics, and slowly lost what ever scruples he had. Now he considers himself empowered and entitled to take whatever he requires.

He has , through dense self interest or creeping senility, made numerous serious mistakes both small and large) and many poorly planned statements, that have helped turn most of his constituents against him.

While he doesn't openly admit that he will lose the coming re-election, and adamanently denies it; He is clearly taking steps to enable (even force) the BLM to retake the land and have it leased or sold to certain ultra-wealthy commercial clients, who will pay him a very nice percentage, under the table, for his efforts, and keep him on a very lucrative 'lifetime retainer', for the rest of his life.

He is backed by his very greedy family, and a multitude of dishonest peers and connection, along with a few obcessive supporters who's loyalty borders on maniacal. They are becomining wild cards, as he losed his control over them.

originally just an investigative team, the marine group becomes somewhat involved to trying to help maintain order, and prevent a massive battle and bloodshed, which does not seem to bother the politician at all. He states openly to the oress and so-called supporters, that if there is massive bloodshed; the ranchers and their supportes brought it on themselves.

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CGC link
4/24/2014 12:49:56 am

Terry,
I like it. Very now. Let me see how I can integrate it.

CGC

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Glen
4/24/2014 01:33:46 am

As I said, I like Terry's idea. Terry just became one of my heroes!

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