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ALPHA ZULU 69 MEMOIRES

 

Chapter 227 � Traitor in our Midst

 

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PRIMARY CHARACTERS:

 

Aaron Munro � Ward of Shawn Walsh and Roberrt Berrill

Aiden Walsh-Johnston � Adopted son of Shawn Walsh and Stephen Johnston

Akihiko Ito � Lover and future partner of Tokugawa Kinugasa

Bhanubhakta Gurung � AKA “BG” Gurkha on assignment to Fort Connor by the British Ministry of Defense

Caleb King � Partner and lover of Thomas Worthington

Daiki � Crown Prince and Heir to the Chrysanthemum Throne

Gloria Angelus Worthington � Biological daughter of John Worthington III

Hikaru Jansson-Winter Masamune Yasumori – Son of Hito Janson-Winter Masamune and Jimmy Yasumori

Johann Emmanuel – Adopted son of Cardinal Dominic

John Michael Worthington � Biological Son of Gloria Angelus Worthington

Kichōna Mono Hashimoto � Grandson of the head of the Japanese Yakuza

Luke Michael Worthington � Biological Son of Gloria Angelus Worthington

Melech Leib � Adopted son of Uri Leib and younger brother of Michael Leib

Omoikane Kinugasa Ito � Adopted son of Tokugawa Kinugasa and Akihiko Ito

Omoikane Ryujin Hashimoto � Partner and lover of Tony Worthington

Ricardo Mendez � Six Star General, U.S. Army � Alpha Zulu Administration

Ricardo Mendez, Jr. (Junior) � Son of Colonel Ricardo Mendez

Rod Landry � Six Star General, U.S. Army � Alpha Zulu Tatical

Richard Rod Landry-Mendez � Adopted son of Ricardo Mendez and Rod Landry

Robert Berrill � Six Star General � (Commanding General of Alpha Zulu � Administration)

Shawn Walsh � Six Star General � (Commanding General of Alpha Zulu � Tactical)

Stephen Johnston � 5 Star General � Medical Director of Alpha Zulu

Tokugawa Yoshimune Meat-Goodman Kinugasa – Colonel � U.S. Army � Head of Worthington R&D

 

“Angus” (Name Classified) – (Son of a domestic terrorist in protective custody at Fort Connor)

“Biff” Jones (Name Classified) – (Son of POTUS and guest in residence at Fort Connor)

“George” (Name Classified) – (Senior head of the Worthington Brain Trust and Top Scientist in residence)

“Tod” (Name Classified) – (Teenage son of George and protectee of Alpha Zulu)

“PJ” (Name Classified) – (Teenage son of POTUS and protectee of Alpha Zulu)

 

 

 

 

“GIVE US THE BOY OR YOU ALL WILL DIE”!

 

The next words we heard were from Cardinal Emmanuel: “Go in peace, this Mass has ended”!

 

Omoikane bolted for the exit of the Basilica with Junior fast after him. I sent four armed men after the two of them giving them the order to lock them both in the imp”s bunker.

 

Junior couldn”t believe how fast those short little legs of Omoikane could run. He was over 100 yards ahead of his partner as he entered the OPS center. Finding the door to OPS closed in a security lockout position… in theory it would take any insurgent hours to cut through the door.

 

Omoikane started entering a mass of numbers in the security pad and as the door burst open Omoikane went running in finding one armed man and two soldiers wounded and unconscious. As the soldier took aim at Omoikane with his Glock, our little hero did one of his patented run/slide between the hostiles legs and the scream that was heard terrified Junior as he entered through the open OPS door.

 

Omoikane immediately began resetting the automated defense systems as Junior requested medical support for the three injured men. As the four Alpha Zulu men assigned by the General to force Omoikane and Junior into the imp”s bunker finally arrived at OPS they were astonished how one small imp could incapacitate a hostile. The hostile was laying on the floor in a fetal position, his hands grasping his “family jewels” as his screams indicated the immense pain he was in. The hostile made the mistake of reaching for a gun and a volley of shots from the men assigned to protect Omoikane and Junior resulted in a totally quiet room.

 

As the men assigned by the General attempted to remove Omoikane and Junior from OPS, Omoikane made it clear if anyone touched either of them, if they currently didn”t have children the never would be able to in the future. “I have to reset all the automated defense systems then you can take me anywhere.”

 

Finally, General Mendez entered the OPS center and ordered his men to stand down and secure the entrance to the OPS center. “How much longer?” Omoikane only commented the hostile really screwed up the system… I should have auto defenses back online in five minutes.

 

General Mendez then told Omoikane when he was finished he would be going to the imp”s bunker with him… voluntarily or in handcuffs. Junior assured his father Omoikane would comply.

 

Finally, as systems started coming back online, General Mendez used his wrist com and ordered the backup OPS staff to report immediately to OPS. The medical team arrived to transport the two injured brothers-in-arms and finally transport the decease hostile to medical for his autopsy.

 

Almost immediately, OPS received a priority request from POTUS on an Emergency channel. General, I have two fighter jets arriving at Fort Connor within minutes. I need Omoikane and Junior in the air immediately if not sooner. Over 100 lives depend upon that little imp. DISCONNECT!

 

As security arrived to provide Omoikane and Junior fast transport to our airfield, everyone on base could hear the fighter jets descending not knowing if they were friend or foe. Only the few men in OPS who heard the conversation with POTUS knew the jets were friendly. General Mendez turned to Omoikane and informed him he had a lot of explaining to do when he got back. “This isn”t over young man!”

 

Once Omoikane and Junior were strapped into the rear seats of the fighter jets, they blasted off the runway at Fort Connor to wherever POTUS needed Omoikane to put out a fire. Little did we know the peril our little imp would face.

 

Omoikane and Junior were speeding toward Pearl Harbor in Hawaii at Mach 2.5 with mid-air refueling. The pilot advised Omoikane he had no idea of what was happening other than his orders to get you to Hawaii and not to worry about how much “jet juice” he used.

 

After an all too long trip, landing in Hawaii Omoikane and Junior were greeted by the Commanding Admiral of the Pacific Fleet. “We have a disaster in the making and POTUS feels you are the only one to prevent it from happening.”

 

Explaining the Navy has a “boomer” dead in the water at the bottom of the Pacific. We have a DSRV (Deep-submergence rescue vehicle) on station which has been removing non-essential personnel for the past 24 hours. We need you to prevent the nuclear reactor from going critical. Everything in the operational manual has failed to drop the rods and shut down the reactor. If the reactor blows, the explosion and fallout will kill a lot of brave sailors and do ecological damage on an epic level. We can”t force you to help but I will ask you on behalf of the families of the men still left on the submarine.

 

Omoikane just turned to the Admiral and told him to get us to the sub. Three armed helicopters transported Omoikane and Junior to the DSRV on station and then it took over an hour dive time for them to be transported to the submarine. Greeted by the captain of the submarine, he offered any assistance available. Omoikane only commented he needed the HEAD, a FLASHLIGHT and someone who knows the construction of this submarine. The captain turned to the COB (Chief of the Boat) and ordered him to give Omoikane any and all assistance. This man has full access to everything on this boat.

 

Omoikane spent a few minutes in the reactor control room, ran a couple beşevler escort of tests and knew what had to be done. Asking the COB to put Junior in handcuffs because he is going to go ballistic when he hears what I am about to do.

 

As security removed Junior to confinement, Omoikane knew his ass would pay the price if they survived this ordeal. There was only one way to prevent the reactor from meltdown… a hard boot of a system which was designed not to be rebooted unless in a drydock undergoing a major refit. Only the small size of Omoikane would allow him to crawl through the tight under floor passages to reach a reset that usually would require tearing out a major portion of the sub to access.

 

Twenty minutes later the officer in charge of the nuclear reactor reported to the captain he had control of the reactor FINALLY! Asking about the status of our guest… the only word was he was still somewhere within the bowels of the submarine. Finally, 45 minutes later, the small head of Omoikane emerged from the opening in the floor of the submarine. “I need a shower, a stiff drink and my partner in that order, please.” The captain assured Omoikane anything he wanted… he had a blank check on this sub.

 

Junior wasn”t so gracious… “Locking me in the brig! When I get done with your ass you won”t be walking for a week! Omoikane only wiggled his fingers at Junior and told him he had Carte Blanche with the captain so don”t make me lock you back in the brig. “Come here you little imp, you scared me to death.”

 

Omoikane assured Junior he was fine although he might glow in a dark room for a few weeks. WHAT?!! I jest, I jest!!! Just hold me and love me… and think about all the children who will be able to be held by their parents once we get back to Pearl Harbor. Children that will be able to enjoy growing up with their parents and not having to throw a wreath into the ocean on Memorial Day.

 

A knock at the door of their stateroom brought a smiling captain in to join them. Colonel Omoikane Kinugasa Ito, you are hereby ordered by the President of the United States to immediately report to the White House in full dress uniform. Transportation is provided when we reach Pearl Harbor.

 

All Omoikane and Junior could think about as the sub traveled at flank speed to Pearl… Back to Washington in a Fighter Jet… not the way either stomach wanted to travel. To their surprise, as they were on the bottom of the Pacific repairing the sub, Mama Bear had sent Worthington Actual to Hawaii to return our two heroes.

 

Mama Bear was proactive and Omoikane”s uniform and Junior”s suit accompanied the plane. As our little hero and his partner walked down the ramp of Worthington Actual when it arrived at Andrews… all they could see is a sea of Gold Braided Uniforms and a myriad of stars of officers greeting them. Everyone present praised our little hero and even General Mendez and General Landry were present and whispered in our little heroes ear the only thing that keeps me from kicking your little ass for your stunt at Fort Connor is saving the lives of all the sailors on that sub.

 

As the Generals, Mama Bear, Omoikane and Junior headed toward the White House few words were spoken. Entering the Oval Office Omoikane fathers wrapped their arms around their son and told him how proud they were of him.

 

POTUS said it best… There are a lot of families who want to elect you “God” for saving the lives of their loved one. There was no doubt in the mind of anyone in any branch of the military of how to honor you and Congress in closed session unanimously approved. It is my privilege on behalf of the people of the United States, the Congress of the United States and the Military of the United States to present you with the Medal of Honor. JUNIOR FAINTED!

 

It will be years before your actions are declassified but to say you are a hero is an understatement. You will be officially presented your award at the July 4th celebration here at the White House with all the pomp and ceremony the presentation of this high award deserves. Now take your partner home and have a night of rampant love. You two deserve it.

 

Gloria interjected: We are celebrating at the Penthouse and then the two lovers can go home and celebrate however they desire. Everyone would be shocked to know when Omoikane and Junior reached their home with their fathers… all they did for the next 12 hours was to SLEEP!

 

As the celebration at the Penthouse was going rampant lauding our young hero, the Worthington were as proud of Omoikane as were his fathers. Finally, the Generals sat on either side of him and Omoikane knew it was time to face his good friend and accept whatever penalty for his actions at Fort Connor.

 

“You put yourself in harm”s way twice in the past few days and if it were up to me I”d lock you up on bread and water for a month. Fortunately, POTUS has granted you amnesty. But, please tell me how you knew we had a traitor in OPS and how did you break through a blast proof door?

 

Omoikane was all smiles as he commented there was only one way the voice threat could be broadcast to all the coms on base at Fort Connor and that was by OPS. I built in redundant security protocols on our coms. They are as hackproof as any military code in the world. As to how I got into OPS you need to remember who rebuilt Fort Connor and programed all its security. “If I told you how I did it I”d have to kill you.” Seeing how Doc informed me after doing the autopsy on the dead hostile, that patented fist to his nuts caused them to explode like a hand grenade… we generals won”t press for any more information. Just thanks for being on our side.

 

A week later, the General entered Worthington R&D and asked to speak with Omoikane. As Gloria joined them Omoikane was told to tell his staff he was taking a long lunch and for him to get into his Colonel”s uniform. Grab Junior as we were all heading to the Pentagon.

 

A quick stop at home for Omoikane and Junior to change and then a police escort to the Pentagon. As we entered the office of the Secretary of Defense, the Chief of Staff for the Army and the Chief of Staff for the Navy was joined by the Defense secretary for each the two branches. As SecDef started to explain this was done spontaneously by the men you saved and we military officials definitely approve of the actions. As the COB and senior enlisted men assigned to the sub entered the office of SecDef… they spoke from their hearts expressing their gratitude for allowing them to continue to be a loving spouse and father. Colonel Omoikane Kinugasa Ito, it is our privilege as the enlisted crew members whose life you saved to present you with our submariner dolphins in recognition for saving our lives. And, YES, POTUS has authorized you wearing it on your Army uniform.

 

We Generals saw a tear run down the cheek of our young imp. This was a gift from the hearts of the sailors who served on that crippled sub. In his later years, Omoikane would look at this award and know it meant more to him than his Medal of Honor.

 

Every military officer and enlisted soldier snapped to attention and saluted as we escorted Omoikane out of the Pentagon and the civilian employees applauded this little imp for saving so many lives. Mama Bear knew when she selected this little imp for his two fathers, he would bring great honor to their family name… she just never realized how many lives he would save in the process.

 

Tonight was a night for a family celebration in the Worthington Penthouse and Luke and John decided to make every effort to show Omoikane how much he was appreciated and loved by the Worthingtons as much as he was by the Military.

 

Omoikane was on the road to greatness and the first such honor bestowed upon him was to be asked to be the commencement speaker for the current year”s graduating class at West Point. West Point had to create a special podium so our little imp could be seen as he addressed the cadets. No one helped him with his speech. It may not be as fluent and refined as many of the past speakers but Omoikane spoke from his heart sharing what a privilege it was to be associated with the defense of this country and to help in protecting the service men and service women of the United States Military. Before Omoikane would retire he would be the commencement speaker at not only West Point but also Annapolis, the Air Force Academy and the Coast Guard Academy… an accomplishment that before had only been done by the Presidents of the United States and Six-Star Generals of the Armies of the United States.

 

The men of Alpha Zulu loved their “little brother” when he had time beylikdüzü escort to visit Fort Connor and be with them. Omoikane could feel their love as much as he felt the love of his partner for eternity. Junior was never jealous… he was so proud of what his little imp accomplishes and contributes to our great country and the protection of our military. Even those cold lonely nights in bed when Omoikane was on some classified mission for someone… Junior knew Omoikane would be returning to his arms and that their love would be for all eternity.

 

After the traitorous actions of one of our OPS staff the Generals made some security changes. Individuals on duty in OPS would wear sidearms at all times and anyone who demonstrated actions that were hostile to members of Alpha Zulu or Fort Connor were to be delt with extreme prejudice without hesitation. With now over 1,000 soldiers at Fort Connor we insisted everyone work in pairs. A lone soldier was considered to be hostile till proven different.

 

With the number of soldiers on base, it was impossible for everyone to know everyone so we instituted a holographic ID to be worn on a neck lanyard and visible at all times, except when in the shower. Omoikane assured us generals it couldn”t be copied and was tolerant of daily use and abuse. What Omoikane didn”t tell even us generals was that each ID contained a new experimental microchip which could be activated remotely and would provide both audio and visual surroundings of the individual wearing the ID. Mama Bear didn”t even know what Omoikane had done, and time would provide what an invaluable security tool it was.

 

Gradually, life began to return to our normal hectic rat race around Fort Connor. We were having the time to appreciate all the little nuisances Omoikane had included in the rebuild. Some things the men just took for granted like private suites, super high speed internet so they could easily video conference with their families. But many of the improvements were just taken for granted and no one appreciated until it malfunctioned. Yes, we had a punch list and when it got too long we commandeered our little imp brainiac and didn”t release him to leave Fort Connor till everything was functional again. I could hear Omoikane muttering: “Why don”t you just put a ball and chain around my ankle and keep me here permanently?” NOT A BAD IDEA, WHY DIDN”T I THINK OF THAT! Omoikane only smiled and informed me his back door access also had a destruct code built into it. Keep kidnapping him and you”ll find out how much damage one pissed off imp can cause!

 

Usually, Junior dragging Omoikane off to their bedroom and after a few hours of getting his ass destroyed and his brains fucked out an exhaustive Omoikane had lost all of his bluster and was physically exhausted and sexually sated.

 

Finally, I accepted I may have crossed the line… YA THINK? Omoikane always accepted our invitation and would always help us solve any problem. I only wished I had one tenth the brain that little brainiac had. He never fails to amaze me.

 

POTUS ON AN EMERGENCY CHANNEL FOR YOU GENERALS! Words that instill terror in every cell of my body. “How may we be of assistance Mr. President?” Homeland Security and the CIA have a confirmed report of a Capture or Kill contract issued on Omoikane. I have Worthington Security in the air with Omoikane and Junior heading to Fort Connor. Put that little imp on a short leash and protect him even from himself. DISCONNECT!

 

A simmering little imp walked down the plane ramp at Fort Connor. “Who does he think he is?” Sorry, Omoikane… he IS the President of the United States and we both work for him. Don”t make this any harder than it needs to be. Enjoy being my guest in our Mini Mansion and just consider this a second honeymoon with Junior. (My son was smiling far too much!)

 

I knew the men of Alpha Zulu loved the little imp and would protect him with their lives. What I didn”t foresee is a lone sniper drone coming out of cover as we were in formation for retreat and firing a single shot at our precious imp. The minute someone yelled SNIPER, Junior pushed Omoikane to the ground and the bullet meant for Omoikane struck Junior.

 

Doc was beside me in formation and rushed to provide medical care. Security sequestered Omoikane as the Medical Team rushed Junior to surgery. Patrols with combat shotguns went drone hunting and within hours the lone drone was a pile of mangled pieces.

 

Finally, Doc exited surgery only to find a devastated imp pacing the halls of our medical suites. The damage was extensive and the next 24 hours will tell whether he will survive. He has lost a lot of blood and is very weak. You can see him for a few minutes but as sedated as he is I doubt if he will know you are even in the room.

 

As I watched Omoikane gently hold the hand of my son I knew how much these two were still in love. Asking Doc how much of Juniors blood type he needed, we can tape a few units from soldiers on base and I”ll have POTUS fly in whatever more you require.

 

POTUS wasn”t taking any chances… within the hour four F35 Fighter Jets were requesting permission to land. Doc had enough blood to operate again if necessary. Junior wasn”t out of the woods, and Doc wasn”t taking any chances.

 

We fathers quietly slipped out of Medical and walked to our Basilica. We knelt at the side altar to Saint Roger and prayed for the life of our son. Suddenly, a bright light surrounded us and a beautiful Angel with the whitest of wings appeared telling us it wasn”t our sons time to die. The Angel and the light disappeared as quickly as it had materialized. Was it a hallucination or was it the word of God? As Christians we believed our prayer had been answered.

 

Returning to Medical, Doc told us it was a miracle. Junior was conscious and although “drunk as a skunk” on the pain meds his prognosis had greatly improved. He had a long road of rehab ahead of him but hopefully he should make a full recovery.

 

As Rod and I returned to our billet that night we again stopped at our Basilica and lite a candle to Saint Roger giving thanks for returning our son to us. We would always appreciate and cherish every minute we had in his future that he would share with his fathers.

 

Doc couldn”t get Omoikane to leave Medical and get some rest so finally he carried through on his threat and had two LARGE orderly hold Omoikane down as Doc sedated him. Omoikane awoke from his drug induced sleep to find himself naked in a private room. “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?” The entire medical staff could hear Omoikane ripping Doc a new ass. Finally, Doc entered his room and told his little patient in HIS Medical HE ruled and either you do as I say or you”ll be naked and sedated till you leave Fort Connor. Omoikane had no choice but to admit defeat and acquiesce to the will of a man who feared no one.

 

The next day at our morning staff meeting I announced to the staff assembled that POTUS was giving Doc a new assistant. Flashing the credential of the new physician on the screen, they were impeccable. When the picture of the Doctor appeared and she was a beautiful tall blond… I threw “gasoline on the fire” when I told Doc she looked like “Wife Material”. Doc exited our staff meeting in a rage screaming he was going imp hunting and this time we were going to have an imp fatality. The entire staff lost it in laughter. We all agreed, even as upset as Doc was… he got off easy and Omoikane could have done far worse. When the news of the event reached the Pentagon and then the White House, everyone, SecDef, Aaron and POTUS couldn”t stop laughing. Few people could prank Doc and survive. Doc knew as upset as he was if he touched Omoikane the Navy would launch him out of a torpedo tube. Time to suck it up and accept defeat in good humor.

 

When Junior heard what Omoikane had done and why he couldn”t stop laughing. Doc finally had to give him some mild sedation, so he didn”t tear out his stitches. Doc turned to Omoikane and informed him he was banned from Medical for the next six hours. Your partner needs to sleep, and he sure isn”t getting any with you around.

 

Time for us Generals to put on our “Father hat” and take Omoikane to the Mess and treat him to a big bowl of Vanilla Ice Cream with Hot Fudge topping and three spoons. I should have known Richard and Billy were right behind us and ordered a double helping and two spoons. (Guess who is running extra miles as of tomorrow morning?)

 

Rod and I had to laugh when we saw Adela right on the heels of Richard and Billy, her tail wagging to the max knowing our young sons were a soft touch for her bilecik escort “Poor Me” act. Yes, our furry family member definitely has a sweet fang even knowing she will be running extra miles with our sons tomorrow.

 

That evening as Omoikane returned to our billet from Medical after spending the day harassing Doc… we Generals had to get serious and ask him if he had a plan or some way we could detect and defend Alpha Zulu against these damn sniper drones. Our current warning systems just doesn”t detect them.

 

In the middle of the night our intruder alarm was triggered, and security came rushing into our billet en masse. To our surprise, it was Omoikane wandering around that triggered our security alarm. He had a dream and now had a plan to protect us from these damn sniper drones.

 

Recalling one of his favorite TV shows, the old original Star Trek… he could produce the equivalent of the Tholian Web over the main area of the camp. Any sniper drone attempting to penetrate it would sound an alarm. I”ll order the additional equipment I need in the morning and should have it operational within 48 hours of receiving the equipment.

 

Asking Omoikane to give me the material list as soon as possible after morning assembly and I”ll have SecDef rush the order through on an emergency requisition. You should have the equipment you need within 24-36 hours.

 

Rod and I knew returning to sleep was impossible so we went through our morning routine of “SSS” and headed off to the mess to refill our caffeine level. Omoikane had the list of material he needed on my desk when I got to the office the next morning and SecDef promised it on base within 24 hours. Our dedicated little imp worked 48 hours straight to build his equivalent of the Tholian Web. We tested it with one of our small miniature drones and we couldn”t penetrate the “net” without sounding an alarm. CHALK ONE UP FOR THE GOOD GUYS!

 

Junior spent six months with Doc combining his recovery and rehab from his injury. Omoikane would fly off base one day a week as Junior started down his road to recovery so he could deal with any problems his R&D team had at Worthington”s. He worked hard on projects as Junior dealt with his rehab… Omoikane never left his side unless it was absolutely necessary.

 

Yes, these two were in love and Rod and I had no doubt it would be for all eternity. The happy day finally arrived when Doc told Junior to “Get the hell out of my medical” which was Doc”s way of showing how much he truly loved his patients.

 

It was kind of sad to watch the plane leave Fort Connor with Junior and Omoikane on board. We knew they had their own lives and future to live and build and they knew they would always be welcomed back at Fort Connor.

 

The Pentagon was really going all out with the White House to Honor Omoikane receiving the Medal of Honor. An Army Colonel who saved a Navy Submarine and the lives of the sailors aboard it. POTUS was the proud Master of Ceremonies as the award ceremony began. The Marine Band started off with a series of flourishes and then the music that told us all the show had started… HAIL TO THE CHIEF. POTUS entered followed by Aaron and BG on the arms of Mama Bear whose dress and diamonds were befitting American Royalty. POTUS disclosed all he could without compromising security and even shared the enlisted men of the submarine awarding Omoikane their prestigious submariner dolphins. Omoikane Kinugasa Ito is responsible for American Military Technology that results in saving American Military lives each and every day. Today, we honor him for saving the lives of over 100 of his fellow brothers-in-arms in the United States Navy. He never stopped to consider the risk to himself as he assisted the disabled American submarine. His only concern was to reunite the families of the doomed sailors so their partners would have a spouse and their children would have a parent. For this unselfish reason and for saving so many lives of our brave undersea warriors, The Secretary of Defense with the total concurrence of the Joint Chiefs, the Secretary of the Navy and the Secretary of the Army along with my recommendation to Congress as President of the United State… Omoikane Kinugasa Ito is awarded the Medal of Honor.

 

When the ceremony ended, we walked with Omoikane and Junior as he faced the White House Sharks. He quickly learned to use the phrases “classified” and “no comment”. Omoikane”s last comment had us all in tears as he told the press his only motivation was that the children of these brave submariners would be able to grow up knowing the love of their parent(s).

 

Omoikane always kept his “dolphins” polished and was proud to tell anyone who asked what it was and how he received it. He wore his Medal of Honor to formal occasion and when he was forced to dress up in full military regalia… but the love and support of Junior is what gave Omoikane the strength to face each new day and each new challenge.

 

Mama Bear would often borrow Omoikane for the evening to be her +1 to many Washington social events. Omoikane would meet the power brokers of Washington which would open many opportunities for him and Junior. Omoikane was always loyal to Worthington Industries and to Mama Bear. He served as the technical advisor to many Presidents in his life, but he always looked forward to being Mama Bears +1 and cherished every time she asked him out for the evening.

 

On his 25 Anniversary of service to the Military… Congress in closed session awarded Omoikane five stars which means he was on active service for as long as he desired. We Generals were putting miles on our Rocking Chairs but lauded the achievements Omoikane had accomplished with his life and his contributions to the military of the United States of America.

 

Omoikane never failed to kneel at the Altar to Saint Roger every time he visited Fort Connor so he could light a candle and give thanks to the impish angel who did so much good for so many people and never asked anything in return. Omoikane knew when it was his and Junior”s time to leave this earth, Roger would be there to lead them to their eternal rest.

 

By the time of his 25th Anniversary in the United States Military, Doctor Omoikane Kinugasa Ito had received over 100 honorary doctorates from colleges and universities throughout the world in addition to his two earned doctorates. Omoikane always remained the humble servant of his God and always found time to donate his talents to help organizations that assisted troubled and orphaned imps. He never forgot what his fathers had done for him and the values which they instilled in him as he matured into a young man, a loving partner and a father.

 

We Generals had many imps pass through the gates of Fort Connor over the years, but none contributed more than what Omoikane and Junior did to benefit our military and our great country.

 

Omoikane was so proud when Aaron was elected President of the United States that he asked the little imp to be his science advisor. Mama Bear knew Omoikane was a gift to the entire world, and it would be a sin not to share him with all of humanity.

 

We Generals still faced the daily challenge of protecting all the imps in residence at Fort Connor. We had no idea of what “boy” our traitorous member of OPS was demanding we relinquish when they attempted to attack Fort Connor. POTUS demanded all of the security agencies work together as he wanted to know who was in danger so a protection plan can be implemented. No parent should be required to choose between the life of their son and their loyalty to their country.

 

This year was truly a Thanksgiving celebration even having a military bomb squad in attendance at Camp Phoenix along with our ever-faithful bomb sniffing dog wearing his diamond 1 tag. Everyone gave thanks for all the blessings that had received this year and the food prepared may not have been the quality of the Marriott or Fort Connor, but it was made with loving hands of our family. (Just so we keep Rod out of the kitchen. He is the only man I know who can burn WATER!)

 

Omoikane, Junior, Richard, Billy, Rod and I left the morning after our Thanksgiving feast and returned home to enjoy a truly homecooked meal with my parents. Food prepared from scratch and only by the memory of my mother always tasted the best and both grandma and grandpa wanted to meet the new grandkids. My parents were so proud of Omoikane for what he had accomplished and lauded him with praise as they welcomed him into our family. Our family tradition was for all of us to attend Church Thanksgiving Sunday as a family and today was the first time in many years we could all do it together. As the pastor gave thanks for all the contributions our family had made and makes for world peace… we all should be so talented as he thanked God for… and mid-sentence the church exploded.

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

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