“There were two,” Malone answered. “We got ’em.” He touched the teenager. “Thanks to him.” He carried the dying boy to an open spot on the porch.
Allston sat beside Bouchard as the artillery rounds tapered off and stopped. A constant flow of wounded were streaming into the hospital. Bouchard’s eyes blinked. He was conscious. “What happened?” Allston asked.
Bouchard’s voice was barely audible. “It started with two BTRs probing for a weak spot. We let them go by to lure the others into range.” That explained the two BTRs on the road that Malone destroyed. “There were twelve more BTRs. They were no match for our Shipons. It was a turkey shoot. Then a squadron of tanks waded across supported by infantry. Their officers are idiots and they are not very good but their men are very brave. I was wounded and not sure what happened after that. When Beck found me, I knew Colonel Vermullen was there.”
“We stopped them,” Allston said.
“C’est bon,” Bouchard answered. He looked at Allston, a half smile on his lips. “My wife’s name is Clarice. Please tell her that I love her more than life itself but I had to follow… “
“You can tell her yourself,” Allston said softly. But he was speaking to a lifeless body. Shaken, he walked to the edge of the veranda. He made no attempt to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks.
A giant of a man walked out of the smoke drifting through the compound. Behind him, the first light of dawn cast long shadows, partially hiding and then revealing his gaunt face. Dust and smoke swirled around his feet as he walked towards the hospital, his long strides measured and steady. Two legionnaires followed him at a respectful distance, and even the irrepressible children moved aside and did not walk beside him, imitating his bold stride. Allston watched as the man climbed the steps and did not recognize Pierre Vermullen, the man he called “friend.” The American shook his head to clear the cobwebs and saw the man he knew. Yet he didn’t know him at all. Vermullen’s only allegiance was to the Legion and his men, not to a belief or his country, and for them he would willingly sacrifice his life. Then Allston understood. He was looking at an incarnation of the ancient warrior, the mythical figure who emerges from the mists of time and only lives for combat. And, for a split second, he was looking in a mirror.
“Is this all I am?” he wondered aloud.
TWENTY-FIVE
The Capitol, Washington D.C.
Richards took a deep breath as the door closed behind her. She was standing in a small anteroom off the main committee hearing room, the private preserve of the congressional elite, an inner sanctum where political deals had been cut for generations, careers made and broken, and love affairs consummated. It was a political holy of holies. The door opened and the Speaker of the House marched in followed by his ever-present personal aide. The Speaker was tall, lean, and erect with a mane of salt and pepper hair. His blue eyes sparkled with a rare intelligence, and at sixty-four, he was considered one of the most handsome men in Washington. “Yvonne,” he called, his voice rich and commanding. “Thank you for coming.”
She laughed. “Did I have a choice?” They embraced.
“You always have a choice, m’dear.” His voice changed as he turned to business. “I’ve scheduled you for last on the agenda, after Fitzgerald and Misner testify. Your job is to drive a spike into the bastards’ hearts.”
“I can do that,” she promised.
He nodded slowly, his eyes closed. Her words were music to his ears. “Thank you, m’dear. We must get together for dinner.” He squeezed her hand, the promise of things to come. He spoke quietly to his aide and bolted out the door, surprisingly quick and light on his feet.
The aide opened her planner and called up the Speaker’s schedule. “Would tomorrow night be acceptable?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “You will be traveling with the Speaker on his private jet, so pack an overnight bag. May I suggest a simple black dress with high-heeled pumps? The Speaker likes stiletto heels. A short black negligee with a low back is preferred.”
“Yes, of course,” she stammered.
“Excellent,” the aide replied. “I’ll send a car at six-thirty. Please be ready.” She snapped her planner closed and followed the Speaker.
Richards was stunned, not believing what had just happened. She had been rendered like meat on the hoof. She had been in the Air Force twenty-two years and hit on many times, but not once subject to sexual harassment or treated like a commodity plucked off a shelf. She forced her breathing to slow and forced it out of her mind. The Speaker’s voice came over a small speaker on a small and exquisite antique Chippendale writing desk in the corner. She sat in the elegant chair and listened. His voice filled the anteroom as he called the hearing to order and announced they were in closed session. She fully expected the intercom to go dead but she could still hear every word. In Washington, information was the currency of power and not to be denied to the inner circle of players who had access to the anteroom. But she was not a member of that group, which meant the Speaker was paying her, in advance, for services rendered. A raging anger swept over her.
She listened as Fitzgerald was sworn in and answered the committee’s questions. She gave him high marks for his direct and complete answers. Never once did he spin his relationship with Allston and readily admitted he was in daily contact with the 4440th. When asked why, his answer impressed her. “While the command and control of the detachment was given to the United Nations peacekeeping mission, the welfare of our people remained with the Air Force. However, there is no command protocol in place to deal with this situation, which is why I became personally involved. I was, and remain, committed to the safety of our men and women. This committee has seen the spread of violence in southern Sudan, which is why I ordered the 4440th to pull back.”
General Harold Misner, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, testified next. After the standard formalities, he unloaded on the committee. “I cannot express my concern over this new policy of placing our men and women under the United Nations without an American general officer heading the chain of command. I believe it is a sure formula for disaster.” The committee erupted in bitter accusations and the Speaker was barely able to control the committee until Misner was excused.
The vice chairman of the committee, one of the Speaker’s implacable political enemies, called for a surprise witness, Tara Scott. Again, the committee room raged with debate. Finally, the Speaker gave in and allowed the actress to be called. The room fell silent as Tara entered and was sworn in. She concluded her opening statement with, “I would remind you that our Peacekeepers have saved over 26,000 men, women, and children from certain genocide in the Sudan. I was there when they were attacked by Janjaweed militia and had to fight for their lives. I know the price the men and women of the 4440th have paid.”
Civility prevailed as the committee questioned her. Upset at the turn of events, the Speaker tried a diversionary tactic. “But the commander of the peacekeepers, Lieutenant Colonel Allston, has been accused of war crimes. Specifically, torturing prisoners.”
“That accusation is based on a video my cameraman shot at night,” Tara replied. “It was recorded at a great distance, during the attack. I know all of you have seen it, but what you did not see was Lieutenant Colonel Allston’s reaction. Nor did you see the savagery of the attack by the Janjaweed. If I may, I would like to show the committee the unedited video.” The intercom was silent as the video played and Richards flinched when she heard gasps come from the committee. Then it was over. “This video will be part of a special program that I am hosting tonight on CNC-TV. For the first time, the American public will see exactly what it means to be a peacekeeper in that ravaged part of the world.” Every man and women in the room ran for political cover. The actress had a cause and the attention of the media. Before she could do further damage, the Speaker excused her.