Executive orders - Tom Clancy [529]
Give me an hour, Ed.
Yes, sir. We're getting it organized now.
Jack hit the END switch on the phone and handed it back. Let's move.
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53 - SNIE
BEFORE FLYING HOME, everyone had to be decontaminated. Hopkins had set up a large room with separation of the sexes this time. The water was hot, and stank of chemicals, but the smell gave Ryan a needed sense of safety. Then he donned a new set of greens. He'd worn them before, when he'd attended the births of his children. Happy connotations. No longer, he thought, as he headed for the Suburban for the drive back to Fort McHenry and the helicopter hop back to the White House. At least the shower had enlivened him. It might even last a few hours, POTUS thought, as the VH-3 lifted off and turned southwest. If he were lucky.
IT WAS THE most lackluster performance in the history of the National Training Center. The troopers of the 11th Cav and the tankers of the Carolina Guard had blundered about for five hours, barely executing the plans that both had set up. The replay in the Star Wars Room showed cases where tanks had been less than a thousand meters apart and in plain sight, yet hadn't exchanged fire. Nothing had worked on either side, and the simulated engagement had not so much ended as stopped by apathetic consent. Just before midnight, the units formed up for the drive back to their respective laagers, and the senior commanders went to General Diggs's home on the hill.
Hi, Nick, Colonel Hamm said.
Hi, Al, Colonel Eddington replied, in about the same tone of voice.
And what the hell was that all about? Diggs demanded.
The men are coming a little unglued, sir, the Guardsman replied first. We're all worried about our people back home. We're safe here. They're in danger there. I can't blame them for being distracted, General. They're human.
Best thing I can say is that our immediate families seem to be safe here, General, Hamm agreed with his older comrade in arms. But we all got family back in the world.
Okay, gentlemen, we've all had a chance to cry in our beer. I don't like this shit, either, y'hear? But your job is to lead your people, and that means lead, God damn it! In case you two warrior chiefs haven't noticed yet, the whole fuckin' United States Army is tied up in this epidemic-except us! You two colonels want to think about that? Maybe get your people thinking about it? Nobody ever told me soldiering was an easy job, and damned sure command isn't, but it is the job we do, and if you gentlemen can't get it done, well, there are others who can.
Sir, that isn't going to work. Ain't nobody to relieve us with, Hamm pointed out wryly.
Colonel-
The man's right, Diggs, Eddington said. Some things are too much. There's an enemy out there we can't fight. Our people'll come around once they have a chance to get used to it, maybe get some good news for a change. Come on, General, you know better. You know history. Those are people out there-yes, soldiers, but people first. They're shook. So am I, Diggs.
I also know that there are no bad regiments, only bad colonels, Diggs retorted, with one of Napoleon's best aphorisms, but he saw that neither man rose to the bait. Jesus, this really was bad.
HOW WAS IT? van Damm asked.
Horrible, Ryan replied. I saw six or seven people who're going to die. One of 'em's a kid. Cathy says there'll be more of them showing up.
How's she doing?
Pretty stressed, but okay. She really let a reporter have it.
I know, it was on TV, the chief of staff informed him.
Already?
You were on live. Arnie managed a smile. You looked great. Concerned. Sincere as hell. You said nice things about your wife. You even apologized for what she said-really good, boss, especially since she looked wonderful. Dedicated. Intense. Just like a doctor is supposed to be.
Arnie, this isn't theater. Ryan was too tired to be angry. The reviving effects of the shower, disappointingly, had already worn off.
No, it's leadership. Someday you're going to learn