If you are military, especially the old-style USAF Security Police, and were in “Desert Storm”, then I have a book that I would like for you to read. I think you will enjoy it.
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My Name is Lonnie M. Fulbright, Retired USAF Combat Security Police, and a veteran of Desert Shield/Storm. Even though this is fiction, it depicts the ups and downs and the everyday struggles of the Security Police in peacetime as well as war. I do hope you are enjoying this story, and as always, LIKE–SUBSCRIBE–COMMENT
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Chapter Four
At “B” town, the Security Police Club House
“Have you met the new Captain?” Howard said as his squad prepared for their deployment.
“I seen im,” Walters said in that deep southern drawl, “but aven’t met im. D-you know where he’s a comin from?”
“I heard from a base in Georgia, someplace called Robins Air Force Base,” Griffin said as he got up, went over to the bar, and got another soda.
“Well I hope he’s a worth som-n,” Walters said, remembering the last Captain.
“What about the Ell Tee, ain’t he going?” Pierce said as he joined the conversation.
“I think so,” Howard came back.
“Well, all I know is that the Reapers have been called up, and we go where the action is,” Hammer said as he came from behind the bar with a soda and a sandwich in his hand.
“So, when do we depart?” Peirce asks.
“We convoy out in five days, according to my sources.”
“And we are taking deuces, eight of them,” Parker said with excitement. He loved the idea of getting out there. He was for sure ready.
“And what is our mission?” Hathaway asked as he sat down with the rest.
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“I’m not sure, but from what I have heard, we are going somewhere far up north, something about a communications site. I think Combat Com is supposed to set up and do whatever they do.”
“So is it just one 44-man team or…”
“Another team from Osan will be joining us.”
“Okay, gents, enough chatter. Let’s get on over to supply and see what we can get our hands on,” Howard said.
They all got up and followed Howard out the door. Once outside, they loaded up in the CUC-V, which he borrowed, and drove to the supply building. -
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Chapter One
Peace is our profession; war is just a hobby. Can you believe that motto? Yep, we say peace and then ask why we can’t have it. But in reality, there will never be peace. And when it comes to the US, we have been involved in conflicts and police actions, and of course, war throughout our history. There was World War I. Then, a few years later, there was World War II. After that, we were in Korea, and after that, Vietnam. So, it’s fair to say that when this next war came along, the US had to be in the middle of it, especially since we were already in the country and dealing with Mr. big mouth in North Korea. Everyone in South Korea was already on edge and had been for a long time. They could see the signs. They heard the rumblings. North Korea was preparing; they were gearing up for what they were calling reunification.
This is the story of a group of men who never expected to be where they are going to be. Yes, they were trained, as Air Force combat training goes, but not ready. You see, since Vietnam, the United States Air Force Security Police has not been in a major conflict, and so it’s fair to say that complacency was the order of the day. But, on Rebel Station, where this story is located, there will be one man who will try and turn that around. So, let’s get into the story. We will start in Washington just after the elections.
Winter in Washington, D.C. is cold. Snow is on the ground, it’s windy, and in December, temperatures are in the low 20s with highs in the 30s to 40s. This is how the end of the year was in 1984.
Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, and on everyone’s mind, was the hopes of a good holiday. But even with all the holiday cheer, it’s not always a happy time. The presidential election has just been decided, or should we say, stolen by a Democrat. He will be taking over as commander in chief in January, one who has never been in the Military and thus unqualified to make military decisions. He’s going to be what we refer to as a lame duck. However, until he is sworn in, the current President is still in the seat and will deal with all threatening situations.Everything was quiet in the White House until the shocking news of the assassinations of the North Korean Leader and his brother came across the networks, followed up immediately by the successor, Kem Kyung Long, quickly taking his place as the new Leader. This report caused considerable concern in Washington.
The President, Alan T. Rogers, was seated at the oval table in the situation room with his Joint Chiefs. They briefed him on the new developments in North Korea. The new “Great Leader” has not made any announcements yet, but he was expected to very soon.
“Sir, with junior taking over, I believe he will most assuredly make threats as his father did. You’d think he’d go ahead and do what he says he’s going to do, especially with this new hypersonic missile they have just tested. So, before the democrats pull the plug on smart, I recommend we have a strike package just in case he gets froggy.”
“Very well, keep me informed.” The President got up and left.
“Well, looks like it’s the same old news again,” said a White House staffer. “North Korea is rattling its sabers.”The Central Broadcasting Station, CBS, told the American people there was a new North Korean Great Leader that said the U.S. military holding its yearly exercises was a threat to his country. He responded with threating military strikes and, war. But even though the previous leader threatened so many times before, he never did anything. Nonetheless, the U.S. still has concerns.
“He’s not going to do anything. Besides, China and Russia won’t back him up; they will just let him hang himself, and that will be the end of that,” said another White House staffer. But in South Korea, it was a whole different story. Every soldier in the T.O., Theater of Operations, knew that something was stirring and that something was probably war. And they believed, from all the indicators, it was definite, and it was going to be very soon.
People all over the world were watching, including a Technical Sergeant at Grand Forks Air Force Base, Grand Forks, North Dakota. He held a particular interest because of a new set of orders he had just received. He was being reassigned to the 8th SPS, Kunsan Air Base, Republic of South Korea.
“Sergeant Anderson, didn’t you say you were going to Korea?”
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