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This 9 part series contains sexual situations and is not suitable for minors. --------------------- from Kristen's collection -------------------------- ***************************************************************************** With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution *** PROLONG *** This is a military story. No, it is not a war story. It is the story of the men and women who fought past battles. It is also the story of the men and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them. Most of the characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and children. All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share. Violent death does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. ****************************************************************************** ***** C H A P T E R F O U R ***** It was a little after seven-thirty when Willy Tamarack, aka "Malibu," arrived at Gary's. Gary was sitting out on the patio watching the sunset when the door bell rang. Gary got Willy a beer and they both wandered out to the patio. "Jesus, you've got quite a view here, Wildman. The view alone ought to get you enough pussy to last a life time." Gary thought for a moment and then said, "Is there such a thing as 'enough pussy'?" Both he and Malibu laughed until it hurt. Willy wasted no time pulling out a baggie of marijuana and soon had a joint rolled and going. Gary and Willy passed it back and forth. Malibu told Gary that he grew his own in one of those growing contraptions that you find in men's magazines. He's been doing it for three years now and never runs out. Gary offers to pay but Willy refuses, saying that he has enough to last a life time stored in his freezer. He laughs about camouflaging them as packages of broccoli. Soon they are both stoned, lost in their own thoughts. Gary is back in California - mid-sixties - remembering the first time he got stoned - with his brother. His brother never left the sixties, opening a head shop in the early seventies when Gary was in Nam. Gary used to send him porcelain elephants and other trinkets from the "War Zone" as his brother liked to call it. He laughs thinking how well they used to sell. His brother was always trying to get Gary to send more. Willy leaves soon after they finish smoking and Gary wandered back out on the patio, just goofing. Malibu left him a four finger lid of his potent weed. He hadn't been stoned in a long time and was some what scared of the random drug testing that the service conducted. Well, he'd worry about that when the time came. Maybe the young girls he spied a couple of days ago would get a whiff of it and come begging him for some ? Fat chance. Jesus he had to stop day dreaming about them. He better hook up with some pussy soon - that's about all he could think of lately. He turned in early as this staff work really tired you out, yea, right ? The squadrons participating in the next Red Flag arrived this weekend and the base would be a hubbub of activity. Gary was kind of looking forward to the exercise as this paperwork shit was just that - shit. All Friday was spent gearing up for the exercise. In the morning, Major Cahill attended meeting after meeting. Each of them appeared endless and it was lunch time before Gary was able to talk to Lieutenant Colonel Jackson about leaving a little early to watch his son's football game. LTC Jackson wasn't too hot on the idea but let Gary make the decision, you know, if he had his "shit" together for the exercise that started Monday. Gary assured him he did and told him that he would be leaving about two-thirty. The early afternoon dragged by. Gary had some difficulty finding the high school where the game was to be played and didn't arrive until the first quarter was already over. Wanda was not hard to find. She was by far the best looking woman in the stands. Still, after all these years, Wanda took Gary's breath away. Tall, with her dark hair and well built body; he could see several of the fathers casting glances her way. Gary made his way up the bleachers and called her name when he was several rows away. Wanda got up and met Gary at the isle and they embraced. She smelled wonderful. "What's up with the uniform, major ?" She asked. "I've got an asshole for a boss and I'm fighting back." Gary returned, "He's about three years my junior, a zoomie and a lieutenant colonel. He didn't quite make the war and I imagine all he wears are peace time ribbons, so, I guess you could say I'm making a statement." "Dad heard that you made quite a statement while you were up at Hill, too. Have a hard time adjusting to the peace time air force or just the state side air force ?" She laughed and continued. "Is that why you got passed over ?" Gary took the good natured ribbing as it was intended. "You could say that. After all those years in the Pacific it was hard to keep a straight face when some of these state side warriors told you to get psyched up for an exercise. But no, the pass over came before my little problem at Hill. What did your father hear about it ?" "Oh ! Just that you were fucking the pants off some lieutenant's wife and probably should have been court martialled but had about a zillion friends come to your defense. He said that you were very lucky." Gary laughed and told her that his goose would have been cooked if the lieutenant, in question, hadn't been fucking the pants off just about every airman in the squadron. They sat and Wanda pointed out their son. He was the starting defensive back on the Bishop Gorman Gaels Freshman Football Team. Gary hadn't been much of a joiner in high school; preferring to surf instead. He had also attended the "boy's school" in Colorado, as he called it. Unfortunately he had finished almost last in his class, a "back bencher" on graduation day. Pilot training, though, was a different story. Gary finished well up in his class and was totally stoked that he got his first choice in assignments - a Dragonfly - direct to South East Asia. They sat in silence watching the rest of the second quarter. During half time they chatted politely about this and that. Wanda told him that Al had made plans for the evening and wondered if Gary could make it for lunch the following day. Gary asked if the two of them could go out this evening but Wanda didn't think that she could keep up with Gary. Gary didn't push it and told her that he would be over for lunch the following day. The second half started and Gary watched as the Gaels got their asses kicked by one of the public high schools. Al played well and was very typically a teenage boy after the game when Gary and Wanda went to talk with him. He asked his dad if it was ok if he attended the dance this evening instead of going out with the two of them. He even mentioned that maybe they could go out together. Gary laughed and told him that Wanda had invited him to lunch on Saturday and that he would see him then. Gary arrived home about six, popped a top and fixed himself some dinner. His household goods had arrived during the noon hour and Gary had rushed home to let the movers in. The boxes were littered about the front room. The furniture, mostly rattan stuff that he'd had in the Philippines, was strewn about the house in no particular order. His first order of business would be to set up the stereo and get some tunes going. He was into his third or forth beer by the time the stereo was set up. He put some Neil Young on the CD player and started unpacking boxes. It was a little after midnight before he had the house in a semblance of order. He rolled a joint, got pleasantly stoned and then retired for the evening. Saturday morning was spent moving furniture from here to there and running a couple of loads of wash. He was really looking forward to seeing Al and his mother again. He felt guilty about not being able to see his son for all these years and now that he was stationed in the same town, was planning on making it up to him. It was just after noon when he parked in front of Wanda's house. She had just moved to a new home in the fashionable Green Valley area. The house was tastefully furnished; whether that had to do with the money Gary religiously sent her every month or to her own success was anyone's guess. Gary suspected that she did very well. She was now a full professor in English literature at UNLV. Al couldn't keep quiet this afternoon; asking Gary all kinds of questions about his life in the air force. He especially wanted to know how Gary had got all those medals he was wearing yesterday. As Gary told the story of Loc Nihn, Wanda broke in several times to add things that Gary forgot or left out as she had heard the story hundreds of times. As Wanda added this or that, Gary got very quiet and reminisced about that night - the night he often dreamed about - the night that "Peaches " bought the farm. His thoughts were interrupted..... "Hey ! Dad, how'd you get the name "Wildman ?" Al asked. Gary hesitated. He very rarely talked about that time in his life. He was one of the few pilots in the air force who had kept the same nickname throughout an entire career. "Well, son.......... ### Spring 1972 ### He had just landed. In the confusion of the Spring offensive, no one noticed that Gary helped his crew chief turn the aircraft, load the nape and rearm the gun. He was taxiing in under twenty minutes. Once again, in the confusion, no one noticed a lone Dragonfly take off in the stream of aircraft that were departing the base to support the defense of South Vietnam, Loc Ninh, in particular. Lieutenant Cahill arrived over Loc Ninh without a wingman but flew like twenty aircraft. The same FAC was on station and Gary used the same call sign that he had earlier. He flew over the crash site a thousand times. The wreckage was clearly visible, still smoldering in the night. After ascertaining that "Peaches" was indeed gone for good he flew with a vengeance dropping his napalm as accurately as could be, from very low level. He made multiple passes over the targets that the FAC designated. Several times he was called on the radio by his squadron mates. He refused to answer their queries and only headed home when he was out of napalm, bullets and gas. Upon landing he was met by the squadron commander. After a thorough tongue lashing, Gary begged to be allowed to fly again that night. Another wingman was hustled out to the alert pad and Gary took off again to do battle in the skies over Loc Ninh. Once again, due to the fog of war, no one realized that Lieutenant Cahill flew all night long. The sun was rising when Gary touched down for the last time. Once again he was met by the squadron commander. As it turned out Gary had flown five sorties, totaling almost ten hours of flying time during the night, well over the maximum number of sorties and hours allowed during a twenty-four hour period. The last two sorties had been flown with a battle damaged aircraft. Gary had taken some small arms through the belly of the aircraft on one of his earlier sorties. No one had noticed and Gary hadn't bothered to report it. The holes in belly were hardly the size of his little finger. One of the rounds had nicked his thigh on it's way through the cockpit. That's the only reason he knew he'd been hit. He had a hole in his flight suit and a scratch on his thigh. This time the squadron commander was not so kind. When the battle damage was brought to his attention he decided that Gary should spend a few days cooling his heels as the duty officer. Gary didn't care as all the anger involved with "Peaches'" death had been worked out of his system. As they were leaving the revetment, a procession of official vehicles drove up the tarmac. The lead vehicle was flying the flag of the Republic of Vietnam and had a three star license plate. The squadron commander and Gary came to attention and saluted the car. The procession stopped right in front of the revetment. A full colonel of the Vietnamese Air Force rushed around the vehicle and opened the door. From the rear vehicles, several soldiers armed with M-16's rushed forward toward the lead car. Lieutenant General Nuyan Trahn stepped from the rear of the lead vehicle. He returned the salute and turned to his aide. The colonel started speaking immediately, "Our forces have reported that one of your airplanes was shot down over Loc Ninh earlier this evening. General Trahn wishes to pay his respects." His English was excellent with just trace of a French accent. "We have also heard that there is another of your airplanes, call sign...Hawk 7...who has flown most courageously in the defense of our country. The General would like to meet the pilot and thank him personally for his brave combat this evening. Our ground troops in the vicinity of Loc Ninh report that this man is fearless. Is this pilot available to meet General Trahn ?" The squadron commander looked at Lieutenant Cahill and asked, "Isn't that the call sign you were using tonight, Lieutenant ?" Gary just nodded his head. The Vietnamese colonel spoke to General Trahn. The General turned toward Gary and continued to talk to his aide. The colonel turned and barked an order to the driver, who hustled up to the General with a small box. The colonel turned toward the squadron commander and continued. "General Trahn wishes to present the Lieutenant with a token of appreciation from the Republic of Vietnam." General Trahn had stepped forward toward Gary while taking a medal from the box. He leaned forward and pinned the medal to Gary's flight suit. The General stepped back and saluted. Gary returned the salute as the General was talking to his aide. They both laughed. By now there was quite a crowd of enlisted men and a few other pilots standing behind the squadron commander and Gary. "The General says that this Lieutenant flies his airplane like a "Wildman" and that if we had more like him we would drive the NVA back to their side of the DMZ." With that they all got back into their vehicles and sped off down the ramp. Gary did spend the next several days behind the duty desk but the nickname stuck. He'd been "Wildman" ever since.......... As Gary drove home he reflected on the great time he had with Wanda and Al. He was honestly looking forward to seeing them again. He had invited Al over to spend some time with him but Al was hesitant because of his school and football schedule. Gary said that maybe they could make a weekend of it sometime. Al thought that would be pretty cool and they promised to keep in touch. He was also hoping to see Wanda again. Actually he was trying to figure his chances of getting in her pants. She had looked really great again today. Arriving home, he noticed that he had received his first message on the answering machine. "Hey ! "Wildman !" It's Knob, you horny bastard. What the fuck are you doing away from home on a Saturday afternoon ? Probably fucking the shit out of some bimbo - I hope....Ha ! Ha ! Just arrived for the Flag exercise. Staying on base at the Q. If you're home before six give me a call and we'll go out, tell each other lies and try to scare up some women. You been here long enough to know where the hot chicks hang out, right ?! If you can't make it, I'll see you next week sometime. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do !! Ha ! Ha !" Gary glanced at his watch. It was a little after seven. He called the base anyway and listened to Knob's phone ring and ring and ring. Shit, why the fuck did he stay at Wanda's so long. If he hadn't hung around her place; imagining he was getting some where, he'd be down town with Knob "runnin' the ville." Again he rolled a joint and headed out to the patio to smoke it. The strip was just coming to life - the lights starting to twinkle. In a short while Gary was stoned as hell and wandered back to his bedroom - another early night. He'd never get any pussy this way. It had only been a couple of months since he'd seen "Knob." Captain "Knob" was stationed at Hill with Gary. He was also fucking around with a married woman, a squadron commander's wife. "Wildman" and his "married woman" had partied with them a couple of times. Boy, were those nights to remember. Knob wasn't involved at the time "Wildman" was caught; but he was instrumental in getting "public" opinion behind Gary. It seems like he notified everyone in the world that the lieutenant, whose wife Gary was boffing, was fucking just about every airman in the wing at the time. "So what was the big deal ??" Knob kept asking. Gary remembered the first time he met Knob. It was in the Philippines. Captain Knob was a lieutenant in one of the squadrons down from the "Kun" for Cope Thunder. Knob had been in the right place at the right time during one of the Cope Thunder missions and had shot down three F-15s and got them all on video tape. At the debrief, the tape was played and a lot of F-15 drivers were a little upset. Knob never partied without his guitar and that night in Angeles City, he sang songs about the "twin-tailed sissies" and how they were so big that anyone could knock them from the sky. Some of the "Eagle" drivers took offense and a fight broke out. Gary just happened to be in the same bar, checking out the TDY crowd. When the air police were called, Gary grabbed Knob and spirited him out the back of the bar and through the alley ways of Angeles city to a small bar he frequented. Gary and Knob spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other and rolling around in the hay with two lovely Filipina ladies. The friendship continued to grow when they had been stationed at Hill together in the late '80's. He was looking forward to seeing Knob again, Knob reminded him of better times. He laughed at the time they were TDY in Europe together. Gary was on the wing staff at Hill and was sent to supervise, yea, right.......... continued in part 5...