“Your deal, Mish’. You’ve got the most stars in this room as a general. Either we broker a deal at this table or capitulate to Iran at a round of negotiations,” Admiral Danford said.
Generals and admirals from the other branches of the United States Armed Forces convened. The space remained ornate with a vaulted roof and sculptures of past war heroes of American history. A One-way bullet and bomb-proof window about the size of a car's rear window completed the space. Marine General Misha Wainwright sat among the other heads of the military. One person who was not in the room was the president of the United States.
“I was in the thick of the thick,” Major Gallaudet Hoops said. “As a platoon commander with the choo choo tracks on my collar points then, I lead those Marines to victory and I’m proud of that. What I did there, no, what we did there is nothing short of just getting the job done.”
A motorcade ambled down the road. Marine General Misha Wainwright, Lieutenant General Tasha Spraic, and Major General Paul Brandt looked pensive. Misha flicked some Irish pennants from her sleeve. Tasha tapped away at her mobile device. Brandt studied the notes from the recent bombing of Iran.
The beauty of the marriage between rifleman and rifle still intrigued Sergeant Lionel Hanes. He cleaned his rifle regularly with as much care and precision as washing an infant. As an infantry Marine, he became adjusted to the devastation in Iran. He and his fellow Grunt Devil Dogs observed the massive destruction of the bombings.