Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [432]
"Holy shit," Manuel Oreza observed. "That's why."
"Looks like a pretty good reason to me," Pete Burroughs observed. Then the screen went blank.
"We're sorry, but a technical problem has temporarily interrupted the CNN satellite feed," a voice told them.
"My ass!" Portagee snarled back.
"They'll come here next, won't they?"
"About fuckin' time, too," Oreza thought.
"Manny, what about that missile thing on the next hill?" his wife wanted to know.
"We're preparing copies of all these photos for you. They should be ready in about an hour or so. Sorry for the delay," Jack told them. "It's been rather a busy time for us.
"Now, the mission was carried out by B-2 bombers based at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri—"
"Staging out of where?" a reporter asked.
"You know we're not going to discuss that," Jack said in reply.
"That's a nuclear-weapons platform," another voice said. "Did we—"
"No. The strike was carried out with precision-guided conventional munitions. Next card, please," Ryan said to the man at the easel. "As you can see here, the valley is largely intact…" It was easier than he'd expected, and perhaps better that he'd not had much time to worry about it, and Ryan remembered his first time delivering a briefing in the White House. It had been harder than this one, despite the blaze of TV lights now in his face.
"You destroyed a dam?"
"Yes, we did. It was necessary to be completely certain that these weapons were destroyed and—"
"What about casualties?"
"All of our aircraft are on their way back—might already be there, but I haven't—"
"What about Japanese deaths?" the reporter insisted.
"I don't know about that," Jack replied evenly.
"Do you care?" she demanded, wondering what sort of answer she'd get.
"The mission, ma'am, was to eliminate nuclear arms targeted on the United States by a country that has already attacked U.S. forces. Did we kill Japanese citizens in this attack? Yes, we did. How many? I do not know. Our concern in this case was American lives at risk. I wish you would keep in mind that we didn't start this war. Japan did. When you start a war you take risks. This is one risk they undertook—and in this case they lost. I am the President's National Security Advisor, and my job description is to help President Durling safeguard this country first of all. Is that clear?" Ryan asked. He'd allowed just a little anger to enter his reply, and the indignant look on the reporter's face didn't prevent a few nods from her colleagues.
"What about asking the press to lie in order to—"
"Stop!" Ryan commanded, his face reddening. "Do you wish to place the lives of American servicemen at risk? Why do that? Why the hell would you want to do that?"
"You bullied the networks into—"
"This feed is going worldwide. You do know that, don't you?" Ryan paused to take a breath. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would remind you that most of the people in this room are American citizens. Speaking for myself now"—he was afraid to look to where the President was standing—"you do realize that the President is responsible to the mothers and fathers and wives and children of the people who wear our country's uniform for their safety. Real people are at risk today, and I wish you folks in the press would bear that in mind from time to time."
"Jesus," Tish Brown whispered behind Durling. "Mr. President, it might be a good idea to—"
"No." He shook his head. "Let him go on."
The Press Room became silent. Someone whispered something sharp to the standing journalist, who managed to take her seat, flushing as she did so.
"Dr. Ryan, Bob Holtzman of the Washington Post," he said unnecessarily. "What are the chances of ending this conflict without further violence?"
"Sir. that is entirely up to the Japanese government. The citizens of the Marianas are, as the President said, American citizens, and this country does not allow other nations to change such things. If Japan is willing to withdraw her forces, they may do so in peace. If not, then other operations