Bowve arrived in Virginia later that month. He popped the collar of his pea-coat up to keep the cold wind from his ears and neck. He looked around the parking lot for his sponsor, ISC Therkildsen, and didn't see him anywhere.
'Might as well light up a smoke while I wait.' Bowve thought. As he lit his cigarette a ragged looking man came up to him.
"Excuse me sir, might I be able to get a smoke from you?" the man asked. Bowve looked him up and down, grunted and held out the pack and lighter.
"Thank you so much sir, God bless." said the man as he handed back the pack and lighter and hobbled off. Bowve grunted again and watched the man stumble down the walk way, occasionally stopping to ask people for change.
Bowve took another drag of his cigarette as he scanned the walk way, street side parking, and parking lot one more time for Chief Therkildsen. No luck. He flicked his cigarette butt into the street and walked back into the airport to warm up.
Story Time with Papa Goat
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Pay Day
Jack Bowve was a good American. He loved his country. Ever since he'd been five he'd wanted to follow in his father's, and his grandfather's, footsteps and join the Navy. He signed up immediately out of high school, got an excellent ASVAB score and signed up into the intelligence program. His first enlistment went amazing. Boot camp was a breeze, and so was A-school. C-school started challenging him, but he enjoyed every minute of it.
By the time he graduated C-school, he was a second class Petty Officer, and off to his first command in Virginia. Both his detailer and sponsor at the command had questioned if he really wanted to go there, especially because of the track record the command held with intelligence specialists. Two suicides in the past year and five mysterious deaths in the past seven years. He was determined though. Both his father and grandfather had been stationed in Virginia, and he was going to be too.
By the time he graduated C-school, he was a second class Petty Officer, and off to his first command in Virginia. Both his detailer and sponsor at the command had questioned if he really wanted to go there, especially because of the track record the command held with intelligence specialists. Two suicides in the past year and five mysterious deaths in the past seven years. He was determined though. Both his father and grandfather had been stationed in Virginia, and he was going to be too.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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