A Charlie Foxtrot for Delta Sierra

Military Fiction

A Nonymous

“Yeah…” the voice, groggy from sleep, whispered hoarsely into the phone.

“LTC Morrison?”

“Yeah.” Came the reply, a little stronger now.

“Sir, this is Master Sergeant Thomas at the Division TOC… – ‘Necromancer’…”

“Roger, out here.”  Lieutenant Colonel Sean Morrison hung the phone up and glanced at the bedside clock:  0237 hours.  Morrison hopped out of bed and headed straight for the pisser.  After relieving himself, he quietly got dressed into his starched BDU’s and pulled on his spit-shined jungle boots.

“Sean, it’s ten minutes to three,” came the small voice in the darkness.

“Honey, kiss the kids for me, I won’t be home for a while.”  Sean Morrison bent over his wife and kissed her long and hard.  Tammie Morrison fought the urge to sob, but couldn’t stop the tear from running down her cheek and wetting their mouths.

Morrison stared at her longingly in the darkness, “It’ll be OK.  I’ll get in touch with you as soon as I can.  I’ve got to go.”  Sean stood erect, grabbed his beret and walked quickly out of the house and out of the “real world”.  He quickly stepped into his jet black 1963 Chevy Corvette Stingray and proceeded to tear up the sleeping streets of Fayetteville, North Carolina enroute to Fort Bragg, Home of the Airborne & Special Forces.  It was 025502AUG90 local time and another contingency operation had just commenced.

The “gates” of Fort Bragg were actually open highway surrounded by gently rolling hills covered with lush forest.  The XVIII Airborne Corps sign read “WELCOME TO FORT BRAGG, HOME OF THE AIRBORNE” and was obscured by all manner of Military Police HUMMV’s as well as civilian police vehicles.  Morrison was roaring down the highway, cruising at a mean 96 mph as he approached the makeshift checkpoint.  The MP’s and Police were just beginning to setup an entry point as Morrison pulled up.

“ID, sir.” The well-polished E6 MP spoke in something less than a command and more than an order. 

LTC Morrison handed the MP his Division HQ badge and military ID. 

“Starlight.” Came the challenge from the MP.

“Hitman.” Came the reply.

“Sir, you are to proceed to area Bravo 1 Alpha.”  The E6 handed Morrison his credentials back and saluted smartly.

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