rest takes care of itself.”
“How many men does he have up there, General?”
“It’s somewhere in the neighborhood of two thousand.”
“Two thousand!” I exclaimed as I swerved the vehicle. I was thinking somewhere perhaps in the fifties or maybe a hundred. Definitely not two thousand.”
“Yeah, I thought it was pretty impressive myself.”
I boarded the plane still half in a daze. Paul had never struck me as the type to lead that many men and, I guess, women. He had always been a charmer and very charismatic. Thinking about it, I guess those were traits that you want to have to pull off this kind of thing. I was just always so used to seeing it done on a much smaller scale. Normally, he pulled out his best stuff to get Suzy Rotten Crotch back to his apartment so that he could, again, rub my nose in how many women he had scored with. He sometimes had a hard time tracking exactly how many girls he’d seduced. I could count all my conquests on one hand and still have some fingers left over.
I had known Paul almost seven years, and have even lived with him for a while and still, could not figure out how he did it. He was so good with the women. They were drawn to him like puppies to milk; it was pretty impressive to watch.
I drifted in and out of sleep on the flight. It was by no means crowded, but lacking the protective shell that commercial planes had, it was a very loud ride. Of the fifteen or twenty odd military personnel on board, most looked like they were going to Colorado for a little R and R on the slopes. There were some upper brass but, for the most part, they were lance corporals and corporals, probably all headed to Aspen for some skiing. Good for them, I thought, they might as well enjoy it while they could.
The plane landed right outside of Colorado Springs at the Air Force Academy. I decided that the pilot of the plane could use a few more classes while he was there. He bounced the plane off the runway four times before he got it right. If there had been ice, we would still be trying to stop. I was allowed to unload my Hummer first which more than pissed off one colonel.
“That general and his lackeys, always trying to show his superiority with special privileges and all,” the colonel said, a trifle too loud. My guess was he wanted to be heard. Fine I’d call his bluff.
“Did you say something, sir?” I asked as I turned towards him.
“No, nothing, Captain. I was just commenting on the weather.”
“Beautiful day, isn’t it sir?” I answered with a smile. I would have to remember this colonel’s name, he had no balls.
“Yes, quite,” he replied as he turned away to shun any further conversation. We both knew he had backed down, and now he wanted to save as much face as possible to his friends.
My Hummer had been off-loaded and I was about to make the three-hour trek when I noticed the corporal and a couple of his friends heading towards the bus depot.
“Corporal! Hey Corporal!” I shouted.
“Yes sir!” he said as he came running towards me. I imagined that he assumed I had some unenviable task for him to perform and, more than likely, was trying to come up with all sorts of explanations why he couldn’t.
“Corporal, where are you headed?”
“Winter Park, sir. My friends and I are going to meet our girlfriends and do some skiing at Corporal Biddington’s fiancée’s cabin.”
“Very nice, grab your gear.”
“Sir, I’m on leave, sir.”
“Corporal, get your friends and your gear and let’s go.”
“Sir?”
“Corporal, I’m headed that way too. You can either wait two hours for the bus and then take a six-hour trip on said bus or you can all pile in here and be there in three hours.”
“Alright, sir!” The corporal was obviously pleased not to have to waste the majority of the day on a crowded bus. “Guys! Grab my stuff! Let’s go!” The other corporals were just as surprised, but they knew a good thing when they saw it.
The trip went by a lot
“How many men does he have up there, General?”
“It’s somewhere in the neighborhood of two thousand.”
“Two thousand!” I exclaimed as I swerved the vehicle. I was thinking somewhere perhaps in the fifties or maybe a hundred. Definitely not two thousand.”
“Yeah, I thought it was pretty impressive myself.”
I boarded the plane still half in a daze. Paul had never struck me as the type to lead that many men and, I guess, women. He had always been a charmer and very charismatic. Thinking about it, I guess those were traits that you want to have to pull off this kind of thing. I was just always so used to seeing it done on a much smaller scale. Normally, he pulled out his best stuff to get Suzy Rotten Crotch back to his apartment so that he could, again, rub my nose in how many women he had scored with. He sometimes had a hard time tracking exactly how many girls he’d seduced. I could count all my conquests on one hand and still have some fingers left over.
I had known Paul almost seven years, and have even lived with him for a while and still, could not figure out how he did it. He was so good with the women. They were drawn to him like puppies to milk; it was pretty impressive to watch.
I drifted in and out of sleep on the flight. It was by no means crowded, but lacking the protective shell that commercial planes had, it was a very loud ride. Of the fifteen or twenty odd military personnel on board, most looked like they were going to Colorado for a little R and R on the slopes. There were some upper brass but, for the most part, they were lance corporals and corporals, probably all headed to Aspen for some skiing. Good for them, I thought, they might as well enjoy it while they could.
The plane landed right outside of Colorado Springs at the Air Force Academy. I decided that the pilot of the plane could use a few more classes while he was there. He bounced the plane off the runway four times before he got it right. If there had been ice, we would still be trying to stop. I was allowed to unload my Hummer first which more than pissed off one colonel.
“That general and his lackeys, always trying to show his superiority with special privileges and all,” the colonel said, a trifle too loud. My guess was he wanted to be heard. Fine I’d call his bluff.
“Did you say something, sir?” I asked as I turned towards him.
“No, nothing, Captain. I was just commenting on the weather.”
“Beautiful day, isn’t it sir?” I answered with a smile. I would have to remember this colonel’s name, he had no balls.
“Yes, quite,” he replied as he turned away to shun any further conversation. We both knew he had backed down, and now he wanted to save as much face as possible to his friends.
My Hummer had been off-loaded and I was about to make the three-hour trek when I noticed the corporal and a couple of his friends heading towards the bus depot.
“Corporal! Hey Corporal!” I shouted.
“Yes sir!” he said as he came running towards me. I imagined that he assumed I had some unenviable task for him to perform and, more than likely, was trying to come up with all sorts of explanations why he couldn’t.
“Corporal, where are you headed?”
“Winter Park, sir. My friends and I are going to meet our girlfriends and do some skiing at Corporal Biddington’s fiancée’s cabin.”
“Very nice, grab your gear.”
“Sir, I’m on leave, sir.”
“Corporal, get your friends and your gear and let’s go.”
“Sir?”
“Corporal, I’m headed that way too. You can either wait two hours for the bus and then take a six-hour trip on said bus or you can all pile in here and be there in three hours.”
“Alright, sir!” The corporal was obviously pleased not to have to waste the majority of the day on a crowded bus. “Guys! Grab my stuff! Let’s go!” The other corporals were just as surprised, but they knew a good thing when they saw it.
The trip went by a lot
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