face.
âDismissed,â he told Turk.
âI donât work for you,â said Turk, rising. âEven when Iâm on the ground.â
âGet the hell out of my sight.â
Turk walked from the room at a deliberate pace. He knew he was right, and he knew that Greenstreet knew it, too. The knowledge filled him with an odd if grim satisfaction, as if he were the hero in an old-fashioned western like Shane âthe misunderstood good guy never given credit for saving the day.
It was a dangerous notion, though. Different service or not, Greenstreet outranked him, and while the colonel would never in a million years sustain a charge of insubordination against him for saving the base, he surely could find a way to make things uncomfortable for him. This wasnât the military of the Cold War, where an unreasonable officer could literally break a man just on a whim. But it was still the military, and Turk knew that by standing up to Greenstreet he was skating very close to the edge.
Still, he was right.
Getting brow-beaten had left him with an appetite. He went over to the tent that was serving as a mess area. Cowboy and Haydem, the Marineâs fourth pilot, were sitting at one of the tables when Turk walked in. Both men rose solemnly and applaudedâalbeit very lightlyâwhen Turk went over with his coffee.
âHey, Air Force,â said Cowboy. âThanks for saving our plane.â
âScrew that. Thanks for saving the base,â said Haydem. âI hear our beer supply would have been blown up if the attack went on much longer.â
âIt was nothing,â he told them. âPush button stuff.â
âWeâre also applauding your entry into the brotherhood of abuse,â said Cowboy. âNow youâre one of us.â
âYouâve been christened,â said Haydem. âBy Greenstreetâs spit.â
Turk laughed.
âHe didnât mean any of what he said,â Cowboy told him. âHe knows you did the right thing.â
âI donât know about that,â said Turk.
âHe gets his underwear twisted up,â added Haydem. âBut heâs a good pilot and a decent commander.â
âHeâs a decent pilot,â said Turk, aware that he might be judging him on a harsh scale. âBut as a commander . . .â
âHe is definitely a hardass,â conceded Haydem.
âPrickâs more like it,â said Cowboy. âBut it takes all kinds.â
âOur squadronâs the highest rated in the wing,â said Haydem.
âYou can get good results without being an asshole,â said Turk.
âIâm not going to defend him,â said Haydem. âIâm just stating the facts.â
âAnd the facts are, these eggs suck,â said Cowboy.
âI heard that,â growled a Marine over by the food trays. âYou think you can do better, you come up here and try it.â
Haydem and Turk laughed. Cowboy jumped up. âHey, Slugs, I thought youâd never ask.â
Slugsâthe cookâshook his head. Cowboy was well known in the unit as a wise guy with a good heart, and treated as such.
âI better apologize,â he told Turk. âOr Iâll end up like Rogers. Heâs still flat on his back.â
âJolly got that way because he ate some of the Malaysian shit,â said Haydem. âHe was bragging about it.â
âOh.â Turk realized heâd eaten with them, too, several times a day. He wondered if he was also going to get sick.
âYou flew pretty well,â said Haydem. âYou fly F-35s a lot?â
Turk shook his head. âNot too much.â He wasnât sure how much to explain. âI fly a lot of different things, so, you know, variety.â
They talked about the F-35 for a bit more. Turk avoided mentioning the planes he flew, since the details were all pretty much classified. Theywere just discussing how much faster the aircraft
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