Secret Warriors (Men at War 2)

"I'm on a fourteen-day leave, Sir."

"Well, you take the full fourteen days, and however

much longer you feel you need. I don't want you returning to duty before you feel up to it."

"Fourteen days will be enough, Sir."

"Welcome aboard, Commander," Admiral Hawley said, and hung up. Ed Bitter was pleased at this development. It would be some time before he could get back on flight status, if ever. Thus, he had been a little afraid that when he reported for duty, he would find himself officer in charge of enlisted recreation, or in some other "essential" occupation that could be handled by a grounded aviator. This was different. Not only would he be on the staff of a BUAIR flag officer, but that flag officer wanted him because he was Annapolis, and had been in harm's way, not just because he was an available body. Duty as an aide-de-camp was considered an essential part to the advancement of an officer's career, and he was now getting that chance. He was no longer the shallow junior officer who had gone to China, He was an ace, nearly a double ace, and he was quite sure that Admiral Hawley would not object to his wearing his AVG wings. Admiral Hawley obviously knew what they represented. By the end of the week, however, the euphoria had palled, and his mother and the procession of friends she marched to hover over her son the wounded hero now made him more than a little uncomfortable. By the weekend, he knew he had to get away. "I'm sorry, Mother," he said when she told him she'd planned a cocktail party in his honor on Sunday, "I should have said something sooner.

But I won't be here over the weekend."

"But the invitations have already gone out-" "I'm going to Memphis tomorrow," he said firmly.

"For a couple of "U.S. Navy Bureau of Personnel. days. Navy business. I called the airfield. They have planes running to the Memphis NAS, and I can catch a ride on one."

"Whatever do you want to go to Memphis for?" his mother asked. The reason he wanted to go to Memphis was to see if the little girl who had been so passionate in bed at the Chambers vacation home in Alabama would give him the same kind of welcome she had given him before he went away, but he could hardly say that to his mother. "Navy business," he said again.

"The Navy has a large air station at Memphis. I thought you knew."

"No," she said unhappily.

"And I don't see why the Navy's making you go all the way to Memphis," his mother said.

"With your knee in the shape it is." Having me as a naval hero, he thought, a little unkindly, works both ways. "Mother," Bitter said.

"I'm a naval officer. The country is at war." She swallowed that whole.

"Yes, of course," she said.

"Your duty comes first. I was only thinking of your well-being."

At Glen view Naval Air Station, he was given space aboard a Navy R4-D bound for the Memphis NAS. At Memphis, when he asked in base operations where he could find a cab, the aerodrome officer took a quick look at the cane and the AVG wings and announced: "We have cars for people like you, Commander. Welcome home, Sir! It probably is unfitting and childish of me, Ed Bitter thought, but under circumstances like these, there is much to be said for being a hero returned from the wars. He had the driver take him to the Peabody Hotel rather than to the newspaper. He didn't really want to see Ann Chambers. He wanted to see Sarah Child and get her off somewhere before Ann could guess his intentions and throw up obstacles. With a little bit of luck, Sarah Child would be alone at the Peabody. He drew a blank with the hotel operator when he asked for Miss Child, but when he asked for Miss Chambers, she said, "Oh, you meant Mrs. Schild.

I'll ring." Who the hell is Mrs. Schild?

"Hello?" He recognized Sarah's voice, and his heart jumped. "Hello yourself, pen pal," he said. There was silence on the line for a long moment.

"Sarah? That is you, isn't it?"

"Where are you, Ed?" Sarah asked, calmly, distantly. "In the lobby."

My return, he thought, has not sent the lady into paroxysms of ecstasy.

"Give me fifteen minutes, Ed," Sarah said.

"Make it twenty."

"And then what?"

"And then come up."

"Caught you in the shower, did I?" Maybe I am getting lucky! "Twenty minutes," she replied, and hung up. He went into the bar and had a Scotch, and then another. There were a number of possibilities. She could have been in the shower, or had her face covered with mud, or any of the other things that females did to achieve beauty. Or she could have some guy up there. If she had a guy up there, a likely prospect considering her hot pants, she would either have to get rid of him or explain me to him. It was a dumb idea coming here in the first place.

I should have left things as they were. Pen pals, nothing more. He waited precisely twenty minutes from the time he had spoken with her on the house phone and then walked across the lobby to the levators. He had just given the floor to the operator when he heard a familiar female voice shout, "Hold that car! It was Ann Chambers. That's why Sarah had needed twenty minutes. To summon Ann. Sarah was afraid that I would open the door, carry her to the bedroom, tear off her clothes, and rape her "If you say' Hello, Ann," Ann said, "I will say, "Hi, there, Cousin Edwin. How's tricks?"

"She called you, right?" Ed Bitter snapped. "Right.)) "What the hell for?"

"I don't really know," Ann said.