Delta’s Mysterious Disappearances
I deduced that the notion of Sam’s roust was false, for the sheer fact that the shirt was still there. Good Deal Sam, Bad Deal Scram would NEVER pass up a deal as good as the stealth shirt before he scrammed. Alas, I learned that Sam, indeed, would be inexplicably absent for the next few weeks.
Such was the Unit: a man could disappear for an undetermined amount of time, and nobody knows where he is or when he is coming back… but that was acceptable. It was just… Delta.
Advance Force Operations: The Next Step
The next time I saw ‘Good Deal’ was on my way to breakfast one morning down the spine.
“Look what the cat drug in! OK, I got plenty of time, Sam, so…?”
“They are taking me into the Advance Force operations squadron, George.”
“Congratulations Sam, you’re all grown up now, brother!”
“They are taking you next, George. I can’t tell you when you will get the call, but… this Sunday is Mother’s Day, and I am pretty sure you will have a nice Mother’s Day, but after that…”
“Ok, thanks for that. But why didn’t you take the shirt?
“No good reason, just when it came right down to it, I stared at it for a few and just decided not to take it. Ok, I’ve got to go now; have of good one George”
We went opposite ways to different things. “Oh, and one more thing, George…”
“Yeah, what’s that, GD?”
“When you do get the call, don’t bother bringing the shirt.” and he burst out in his derisive laugh.
“Damn him,” I thought, “he is just not really a completely happy person unless he’s screwing me over every chance he gets. “Hey, I’m here for you, Sam.” And so it went.
The Greatest Adventure on Earth: A Two-Part Journey
I did get called, as Sam had said, and completed some weeks of whirlwind training that took place solely in the United States. By the completion of the stateside iteration, which I thought was the greatest adventure on Earth, it came to pass unaware that there was a second half of this selection process that took place all overseas. I would learn that I was wrong about the stateside evolution being great, for it was a matter of fact that the overseas journey was truly and unequivocally The Greatest Adventure on Earth!
Resilience in the Face of Personal Challenges
So it happened that we had a very welcomed four-day weekend before us. As Sam drove home that Thursday evening, he began to experience pain in his side, a cramp-like pain that you get in your side when you run too hard. By the time he was home in the evening, the pain became acute, such that he beaconed his wife to take him to a hospital emergency ward. There, he was diagnosed an appendicitis, and his appendix was removed. He was then sent home to recover.
Tuesday morning, finishing a PT run, I ran past Sam, who was just setting out on a slow jog, gimp-slower than his usual Winged Mercury pace.
“Morning, George.”
“Hey, get some, Sam!”
I turned when I heard another voice behind me holler at Sam: “Hey fuzz-nuts, why are you running like a three-legged dog?” It was none other than the Unit commander, then Colonel Jerry Boykin.
“I had my appendix taken out this weekend, Sir.”
“What the… come here, fuzz-nuts.”
Sam trotted over the Jerry and had a brief exchange. He then turned and started to walk back toward me, holding his side. “I’m to take it easy… and that’s an order!” Sam briefed.
“Sam, WTF? You had your appendix removed THIS weekend??”
It made for a great story over breakfast. Sam was the right man for Delta; the Unit got a really good deal in good-deal-Sam.
Geo sends
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