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His dream was fractured, jumping from one time and place to another.  In his dream, he was dressed in civilian dress, a charcoal gray, double breasted, three piece suit.  He and Christine, who was seated to his left, were in a Town Car. She was wearing a dark blue or black dress that was very short and very clingy. Donovan looked into her eyes; he could see through her eyes, the love she had for him, pouring out from deep within her. Donovan slowly reached over to take her small and delicate hand in his large callused hand. She held his hand on top of her lap placing her other hand on top of their clasped hands. Donovan noticed that there were no rings on her left hand.

The car came to a slow and gentle stop and his door suddenly opened. Donovan stepped out of the glossy black car.  He looked around, they were in a deserted parking lot of a Chinese restaurant, it looked familiar, but he could not place it. Donovan bent down and reached into the car to help Christine out. Her strong and shapely legs swung out of the car. Her legs were toned and tanned; she was wearing three inch black heels with very thin ankle straps that made her legs seem to go on forever.  When her head appeared from within the car he could see that her hair was swept back in a French braid.  Christine’s eyes flashed bright and dazzling in the fading sunlight. As soon as Christine stepped out of the car, the car disappeared. Donovan looked down at his watch; it was 7:25 pm. The couple made their way to the bright red painted entrance doors, which were decorated with golden lions, of the restaurant. Christine stopped just shy of the doors and turned to face Donovan as she reached up with both of her hands and encircled his neck. She gently pulled his head down to hers. Christine mouthed the words, “I love you.”

“I know.”

Donovan held the door for Christine and was watching as she made her way through the doorway.  But she did not walk, it seemed as though, she effortlessly glided across the floor. The restaurant was also deserted. At the rear of the building there were windows and glass doors that opened onto a small path that lead to a lighted pagoda. The lighted pagoda was situated on an island in the middle of a large lighted coyfish pond. The strains of soft music played in the background and the two started to waltz as they made their way from the restaurant’s rear doors to the pagoda. The sunset was spectacular; deep hues of crimson and peach with the sun as a fiery orange mass.  Behind them the stars were just starting to spring forth. When they finally arrived at the pagoda the dance was over and the stars were out in earnest. They parted and Donovan pulled a chair out for Christine so that she could sit at the only table in the pagoda.

The pagoda was alight with what seemed to be about a hundred candles. The candles gave the sweet scent of wisteria and hyacinths. In this part of Donovan’s dream they alternated eating and dancing, the food magically appearing.  And each time they danced they grew closer until there was hardly a breath of space between them.  It was at the end of the last song; that Donovan took Christine’s left hand in his, as he brought her hand to his lips to kiss, he noticed that there were now two rings on her hand, one a diamond ring and the other obviously a wedding band.

The scene with the pagoda dissolved and was replaced with a large front yard with a well kept lawn dotted with trees and flowering bushes. The houses he could not see, but it was he knew it was his.  He could hear various birds hidden in the branches of the trees and see butterflies landing on the azalea bushes. Christine was now dressed in a pair of hip hugging jeans and a denim button down shirt, knotted at her waist. Standing to her left were twin girls who appeared to be about five years old. The girls were dressed identically, in white eyelet dresses with white and red ribbons tied at the ends of their braided hair. The girls looked like younger versions of Christine. To Christine’s right were two boys, one looked to be about seven or eight years old, the other boy was a toddler of about two years of age. The boys were dressed in jeans and t-shirts. The older boy had motorcycles decorating his jersey while the younger one on had dinosaurs on his. The boys had the appearance of younger versions of Donovan.  Rolling on the grass at the feet of the family were a kitten and a puppy.  It was his family, one that he would never have with Christine.

The scene shifted once again to where Donovan stood looking at himself in a mirror that was to his right. He was dressed for combat. He was wearing his full combat kit. The sounds of battle seemed to be drawing near. He reached for Christine with both of hands, which were cover in camouflage fingerless gloves, mud, and somebody’s blood. Christine stood wordlessly shaking her head no.  Then she spoke, “Not till you are done with the war.” Then he heard the Gunny’s voice, it came from a clear blue sky. “Diesel, wake up, come on wake up.” Donovan was sure it was the Gunny’s voice he was hearing in his dream. Suddenly the clear blue sky of his dream, where replaced with dark near black storm clouds that had rolled in. Gigantic thunderheads the color of a vile and evil black and heavily laden with rain and the promise a huge storm dominated the sky of his dream.

Diesel awoke from his dream. His eyes were all pupil. Diesel’s heart was racing; it was as if there was a jackhammer lodged in his chest. It was pounding so hard it hurt. Diesel’s breath was rapid and shallow and coming through his clenched teeth. He bolted up from his lying position to a seated one in an eye blink. One hand going for the Gunny’s throat as the other produced his pistol. His mind still reeling from the dream he recognized his Gunny and stopped both hands.

Gunny took one look at his Captain and knew what had happened. It was that blasted dream again. He spoke so softly so that eyes could not overhear him. “Dreaming of  her again.” It was a statement not a question.

“Yes Gunny,” Was all that Diesel croaked out.

“The same one or a different one this time?” asked the Gunny.

“Different one this time,” was the reply from Diesel.

The Gunny knew that Diesel was a tough man, as hard as a diamond and in some cases even harder than a diamond, but three years of combat had to be taking an effect on him. He knew Diesel needed to take a break, he was on the razors edge. His instincts to kill were on a hair trigger. That was a bad thing, he would talk to the Big Rig when this one was over about the Diesel taking some time off for some r and r.

“We got the pictures and set up some more defenses,” stated Gunny.

“Good, Eyes go wake up Tex and bring him here,” said Diesel while trying to stifle a yawn.

“Will do,” said Eyes as he got up to wake up the radio man, he turned to leave and stopped short. “Is he going to try and kill me when I wake him up?” eyes asked.

“No he shouldn’t do that, but if he tries to pour bbq sauce on you, you will want to run away very far, and very fast,” replied Gunny, sounding as matter of factly as possible.

Eyes just raised one eye brow and had a confused look on his face.

“You’ll learn sooner or later about the platoons quarks,” said Gunny as Eyes left to get Tex. Within a few moments Tex came ambling over. His cammy bush hat was in the shape of a cowboy hat. He had the radio slung over his back. He placed it at Diesel’s feet so he could have access to the computer connections for the pda that the captain was fishing out of his gear.

Diesel took Eyes’ scope and connected it to his pda. He then downloaded the stored pictures. Next Diesel connected pda to the platoons computer and then connected the computer to the platoon radio as Tex got the ship on the radio.

“Here you go sir,” said Tex handing the radio’s hand set over.

“Sherwood forest this is Robin Hood, over,” spoke Diesel softly into the hand set. He realized that at this hour there would most likely be shift change in the communication center, and he was right.

“Robin Hood this is Sherwood Forest, go, over,” came the voice.

Diesel recognized the voice as that of Smitty. “I need to speak with the Big Rig if he is available, over.”

“Is there a problem, over?

“I just don’t have the warm fuzzies. I have a few questions concerning a few of the cards in my current hand and I need a call on them.”

Smitty had worked with this unit many times before and had worked out a code system with them. Cards referred to the men in the unit. A call on them meant he needed information on them. Warning bells were going off in his head. He turned to the young man next to him and said “I need for you to locate Col. Rogers. Check his stateroom first, then the ward room, if you find him and he is alone tell him that Diesel needs to talk to him, But if he is not alone tell him that my mother sent a care package and that I have his cigars.”

The young man repeated the order and was out the hatch in a blink of an eye.

“Robin Hood this is Sherwood Forest, over,” Smitty said into the boom mic.

“Go Sherwood Forest, over.”

“We are locating the Big Rig now, is there anything I can do, over?”

“Just make sure that only family can hear this, over.”

“Will do, over”

Not seven minutes had passed before the Col Rodgers, the Big Rig, walked though the hatch with the young man in tow.

Smitty told everyone to go have a smoke brake as he passed the Big Rig a headset and mic. When the hatch was closed he called out “Robin Hood this is Sherwood Forest, over”

Diesel replied “Go Sherwood Forest, over.”

“The Big Rig is on the line, over,” said Smitty.

Col. Rodgers cleared his throat and said “This is the Big Rig what is your sitrep, over?”

Diesel gave a quick report as to the actions and odd behavior exhibited by the two men and informed Big Rig that he was sending two photos with each man’s name attached on a separate side band.

Big Rig was listening and making notes on a piece of paper. Big Rig waited for Diesel to finish his report. “I’ll call a friend at the asylum to see what can be found out about these two. Warn your men but take no further action towards them, until you hear back from me, over.” The asylum was the code word for the pentagon.

“How long, over?” asked Diesel.

“5 hours tops, out.” was Big Rig’s reply.



“Diesel wake up,” said Gunny.

Diesel woke with a start. His pistol in one hand and his combat knife in the other hand. Gunny did not move, he knew better. He had spent 3 years working with the Diesel. Diesel was lethal and dangerous machine in the field. Always at the ready to go into action at a moment’s notice.

“Easy Diesel. We three need to talk,” continued Gunny.

That’s when Diesel could see Lieutenant Jefferys kneeling behind the Gunny with his eyes as large as saucers, large and unblinking.

“What’s happened?” asked Diesel while resheathing the combat knife and putting the pistol back in his thigh rig.

“I think we may have a problem, and it’s a whopper,” said Gunny.

“How so Gunny?” Asked Diesel.

“I will let Eyes tell his part first. Then I will tell you my part,” said the Gunny.

Donovan looked at Lieutenant Jefferys. “Well?” said Diesel giving the Lieutenant deer in head lights look.

“About 3 months ago I was working at the CIA. I worked mainly at the Pentagon. But I had an office at Langley also. I did some work for the same department the army guys came from. I got to know some of the staff there pretty well. A little while ago I got up to make a head call and ran into the army guys, So I asked them what it was like working with Captain Fahey. To which they both replied that they enjoyed working with him,” explained Eyes.

“So what’s the problem, Eyes?” asked Diesel sitting up.

“The problem is that Captain Fahey is a woman and a complete bitch that nobody likes to work with, Captain Mclean.”

“First in the field you can call me Diesel. Second, what are the chances that there are two Captain Faheys working there?” asked Diesel.

“Virtually none. I had to place a call there 3 days ago, I asked to speak with Captain Fahey. No one asked me which one,” Eyes replied.

Diesel’s eye brows were almost in his hairline with that comment. “Gunny, what’s your part in this?” Diesel asked.

“Well, when the Army boys started to breakdown their weapons for cleaning they didn’t. They just wiped down the outsides. When they eat their mre’s they tried to toss the trash in the brush. I told them that they have to bury it and that they really should clean their weapons. I watched them struggle to disassemble and then assemble their rifles. I had Tag and Greywolf give them a quick class on how to move in the field as I went over the weapons. Lucky for them the weapons are pretty much idiot proof. Just two problems though,” said Gunny

“Just two.” retorted Diesel.

“First the weapons are brand spanking new probable less than a hundred rounds thru each.”

“The other problem, Gunny?”

“They forgot to use CLP.”

“None!”  said a startled Diesel.

“As dry as a bone.”

To a marine, one’s weapon was one’s life. No matter what a marine’s military occupational specialty might be a marine was a rifleman first. In the field marines always cleaned and cared for their weapons before they did anything else.

“Gunny, I need you to warn the rest of the platoon that may have a pair of wild cards in the deck. Ok, Eyes that is our, the platoons, private code for we may have been compromised. Where are the pukes now?” Diesel asked both Eyes and Gunny.

Eyes piped up with the answer out of excitement before the Gunny. “They are on watch now over with first squad’s third fire team, over in that direction,” he said pointing.

“He’s right,” stated Gunny flatly.

“Here is what we are going to do, Gunny I want you to take Eyes here to check the line. Eyes you’re gonna need your rifle and umbilical, and scope. So go get them,” said Diesel.

The lieutenant left and returned a few seconds later with his M31-A3, the umbilical, and the scope.

“Do you remember how this thing works, Eyes?”  asked Diesel.

“I believe I do, Diesel.” Eyes said tentatively.

“Go ahead and make the connections while the Gunny and I watch. Don’t worry we won’t bite your head off if you mess it up,” joked Diesel.

Eyes made the connections; first by connecting the scope to the rifle and then by connecting the umbilical cord from the scope to his helmets data port connection for the flip down HUD.

This rifle had followed the young lieutenant through his entire career since it and other combat gear were issued to him on his first day of officer candidate school.  The rifle’s microprocessor stored the necessary data that kept the weapon shooting straight and on target, either with or without a scope. This data included the weapons history with its user, storing how the user aimed the rifle and the corrections the rifle took to enable its user a clean shot.  When the proper scope was attached to the rifle, the microprocessor was enabled to adjust the scope’s crosshairs in accordance to the data stored about the issued users shooting habits.

Another function of the microprocessor was the acceptance of a new user. Should for any reason somebody other than the person the weapon was issued to, needed to use the weapon, all that was needed was to simply place one of their dog tags into a covered slot in the butt plate of the weapon. The three green LEDs will blink twice and remain unlit when the new user has been accepted.

Eyes stood up after he had made the connections. Diesel handed Eyes the 30mm grenade launcher add on for the M31-A3, plus a magazine of 10 rounds for the launcher.

“Add this to your weapon, Eyes. You have done well so far,” said Diesel.

“Yeah he’s not half bad for a cave dweller,” quipped Gunny with a grin.

When he had finished Gunny motioned that he wanted to look over the rifle. Eyes handed over his rifle and Gunny Riddle gave the weapon a quick yet thorough inspection. While the Gunny was inspecting the weapon, Eyes was putting the magazine with the 10 rounds for the grenade launcher in a pocket of his tactical vest.

“Gunny, I’d like it if you’d please work with the lieutenant, and get him to assemble and disassemble this weapon in 45 seconds. But first you two have some platoon business to address first.”

“Will do, Diesel.” said the Gunny.

“Thanks for giving me a chance to prove myself,” said Eyes.

“I’m happy to have you here Eyes.  Now here is what I want you two to do; first Gunny, take the young man here and show him how to check the line and how to setup some defenses.  While you do that, I want you to warn the squad leaders as to the possible problem that we may have with our two guests.  Second I want Eyes to get a picture of our two guests, one of each please, so I can transmit them to Big Rig,” said Diesel.

“Do you remember how to do that, Eyes?” asked Gunny.

“Yes, Gunny, it’s easy and if you pardon the pun, it’s just point and shoot. Just press the thumb switch and click,” replied Eyes.

As the lieutenant and the gunny left, Diesel laid back down. Gunny and Eyes slowly and methodically made their way around the perimeter of the platoon’s resting place. As the pair crossed paths with each squad Gunny informed the squad leader of the situation with the two army officers. Gunny and Eyes were just approaching first squad’s section of the perimeter when they met up with Sgt. Norse, a.k.a. Loki. The three men were checking that section’s defenses as Gunny informed Loki about the guests in his squad.

“Ok Eyes, do you see that knoll there about 30 meters from this edge of the bamboo?” asked the Gunny pointing to the knoll in question.

“Yes Gunny,” replied the lieutenant, nodding.

“Loki, do you happen to have two more claymores with your squad?” asked Gunny turning to Sgt. Norse.

“Sure do Gunny.  In fact I’ve got three if you need a spare,” replied the sergeant.

“Good, have Boots and the Saint run two of them out here, I need you to get Tweedel Dee and Tweedel Dum engaged in some sort of conversation so Eyes here can get a good clean picture of the two of them,” stated the Gunny.

“Uh, Gunny, which one is Tweedle Dee?” asked Eyes and Loki in unison.

“Very funny wise asses,” Gunny said smiling. “Loki, get me those claymores.” .

As Loki went back to his men Gunny pointed to some trees.“Eyes, set up to take the pictures,” said Gunny.

Eyes and Gunny moved to a better spot where they had an unobstructed view of both Army officers while remaining hidden. The place they moved to was a small stand of pine trees.

“Okay here is a good spot. I can see both lieutenants from here. I want you to zoom in on each one and get a good clean facial picture of each,” said Gunny in a hoarse whisper.

Eyes knelt down on the fallen pine needles and pine cones that littered the ground beneath the large pine tree. He used one of the pine tree’s numerous lower branches and the tree’s trunk to brace his weapon. Eyes was so focused on the task that he did not feel the rough bark dig in to his forearm or the ant that meandered across his left hand as he steadied the rifle and prepared to take the pictures. Eyes gently pressed the thumb switch once and shifted his aim and pressed the thumb switch again. Inside the scope and on the lieutenant’s small flip down HUD, a small icon was now flashing. The flashing icon was telling him that he now had two captured images ready for downloading and transmitting.

“Got ‘em,” Eyes said looking up at Gunny. Eyes grinning like a little boy that just got away with something in church.

“Good, here come Saint and Boots,” said Gunny

Saint and Boots made their way to the location where Gunny and Eyes had been. They where in grossed in a debate as Gunny and Eyes made their way back.

“Cut the chatter. Boots you’re going to show Eyes,” Gunny jerked his thumb toward the lieutenant. “and Saint, how to place and rig a set of two claymores to sweep the backside of that knoll over there,” said Gunny tersely as he pointed out the knoll in question.

“Yes Gunny,” replied Boots before taking a sip from his camelback.

The Gunny continued, “That spot on the backside of the knoll would make a nice spot for someone to sit and call in some support if the wrong people got there. So what we want to do is to make sure that that position is well within our kill zone for these bad boys. Boots where would you place these claymores?” asked the Gunny.

“Let’s see. The first one I would place in those bushes to the right of the mound and the next one I would place in the tree next to the bushes and angle it down and away from our positions,” observed Boots.

“Good call Boots. I want them on separate lines and controllers so they can be blown one at a time. Now make it happen and hide the wires,” said Gunny.

When that task was finished the foursome made their way back to the perimeter toward Loki’s position to finish the connections and hand off the controllers. Gunny and Eyes continued their trek around the site checking and modifying defenses as needed.

While the Gunny was giving the lieutenant a lesson in combat patrol survival, Diesel had fallen asleep and was dreaming about Christine. He had met Christine quite by accident while attending O.C.S. His attention to details and his innate leadership made him a natural officer.  Diesel showed the men and women who served with him the tricks of the trade that he had learned as an enlisted marine. The people in his platoon never failed an inspection or a test. Diesel would split up the work details and various assignments so that the people that needed more time for studying or training got it. Because of this, his platoon had more free time.

It was one of these days when he had free time, Diesel was running the platoons dress uniforms out to a dry cleaners off base when he met Christine. After paying for his dry cleaning, Diesel turned to hastily dart out of the store and literally ran into a very beautiful young lady about the same age as Diesel. She stood about 5 foot 1 inch and weighed about 95 pounds. She was falling backwards due to the force at which he collided with her, but Diesel quick as lighting, grabbed her and kept her from hitting the linoleum tiled floor. He paused momentarily to stare into her eyes. Her eyes were sparkling with life. Diesel could sense the mischievousness and the exuberance that were hidden just below the surface of those blue-grey and green eyes.

Diesel took a deep breath; he was captivated by her eyes, face and hair. He took a deep breath and said, “My mother said that one day a beautiful lady would take my breath away, she was right. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Christine replied blushing deeply.

Diesel inhaled and caught the scent of her perfume, it was Channel number five. The entrance door of the cleaners opened as a new customer walked in and the slight breeze caught her hair, it smelled of jasmine. He was cradling her head and back in his hands and arms,  and felt her light brown, shoulder length hair was soft a silk and the skin of her shoulder was soft and smooth and tantalizingly tanned.

“Are you going to let me up?” Christine asked, still slightly pink.

“Uh, yes I’m so sorry. I did not mean to run you over. Please allow me to make it up to you,” Donovan pleaded as he helped the young lady to her feet. “Please let me pay for your dry cleaning,” Donovan glanced over to where the young woman’s cleaning was lying in a jumbled pile on the floor.  He felt awful about having knocked this tiny woman from her feet and caused her cleaning to get rumpled and dirty.

“I have a better idea, how about you buy me lunch someday,” Christine replied with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

Donovan countered, “How about I do both?” He too was smiling.

“Deal,” she replied.

They exchanged names and numbers.