"Doctor, what about my Marines?"
"You are?" the doctor asked.
"Major McCoy, sir."
Jesus, I said that without thinking. I really must have wanted that gold leaf back. And goddamn it, "Major" sounds good.
"I'll take care of your Marines, Major," the ship's doctor said. "Rest assured of that."
The hysteria-which Pickering had decided was just that, a condition induced by their sudden change from a life-threatening situation to one where they were relatively safe-had almost passed when, five minutes later, Jeanette Priestly knocked on the door of Stateroom B-65.
"I'd hate to tell you what it smells like in here," she said.
"What can we do for you, Jeanette?" Pickering asked.
"I need your influence," she said. "I want to go on the press Higgins boat when it goes to Inchon in two hours."
"And they won't let you go? They say why?"
"Because they don't have the personnel to properly pro-tect me," she said. "I think maybe you owe me, General. I lived up to my end of the bargain."
"Go tell them you've got two Marines," McCoy said. "One of them a field-grade officer."
"Hey!" Pickering said. "How many of those little bottles have you had? You just came back from the war."
"General," McCoy said. "You know she's going whether or not they say she can. And we've done this before. And there're some people I really want to see in Seoul."
"See about what?" Pickering challenged.
McCoy hesitated.
"See about what, Ken?"
"Pick," McCoy said. "They might know where he is."
"That was below the belt, Ken," Pickering said. "How can I say no after that?"
"With respect, sir, I don't think you can."
Pickering exhaled audibly.
"George, grab a quick shower and shave and get into a decent uniform," he ordered, "and then go find whoever's in charge of this Higgins boat for the press, and tell them the CIA will require three spaces on it, and I don't care who gets bumped to provide them."
"Aye, aye, sir," Hart said, and pushed himself off the bed.
[SEVEN]
PRESS
URGENT
FOR CHICAGO TRIBUNE
SLUG MACARTHUR RETURNS SEOUL TO SOUTH KOREAN PRESIDENT SYNGMAN RHEE
BY JEANETTE PRIESTLY
CHICAGO TRIBUNE WAR CORRESPONDENT
SEOUL KOREA SEPTEMBER 29-
AT NOON TODAY, WITH A MESSAGE THAT MESMERIZED HIS AUDIENCE OF SENIOR AMERICAN AND SOUTH KOREAN OFFICIALS, GENERAL OF THE ARMY DOUGLAS MACARTHUR, IN THE NAME OF THE UNITED NATIONS, RE-TURNED THE BATTERED CAPITAL OF THIS WAR-RAVAGED NATION "IN GOD'S NAME* TO ITS PRESIDENT, SYNGMAN RHEE. AS HE SPOKE, THE REVERBERATION OF HEAVY CAN-NON FIRING ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY CAUSED PLASTER AND GLASS TO FALL FROM THE WALLS, CEILING, AND WINDOWS OF THE BULLET-POCKED CAPITOL BUILDING.
MACARTHUR AND RHEE FLEW INTO SEOUL'S KIMPO AIRPORT ABOARD "THE BATAAN" SHORTLY AFTER 10 THIS MORNING, TRAV-ELED ACROSS THE HAN RIVER ON A PON-TOON BRIDGE, AND THEN THROUGH THE DEVASTATED CITY TO ITS BATTERED CAPI-TOL BUILDING. THERE THEY WERE MET BY U.S. AMBASSADOR JOHN J. MUCIO, MAJOR GENERAL EDWARD M. ALMOND, COMMANDER OF THE INVASION, GENERAL "JOHNNIE" WALKER, DEFENDER OF THE PUSAN PERIME-TER AND OTHER SENIOR OFFICERS.
MACARTHUR CONCLUDED HIS BRIEF REMARKS BY INVITING THOSE PRESENT TO JOIN HIM IN OFFERING THE LORD'S PRAYER, AND IM-MEDIATELY FOLLOWING THE CEREMONY, DEC-ORATED BOTH ALMOND AND WALKER WITH THE DISTINGUISHED SERVICE CROSS, THE NA-TION'S SECOND-HIGHEST AWARD "FOR PER-SONAL VALOR IN THE FACE OF THE ENEMY.'
IMMEDIATELY AFTER THAT, HE RETURNED TO KIMPO FIELD, BOARDED THE BATAAN, AND FLEW TO TOKYO. EN ROUTE HE SPOKE TO THIS REPORTER MODESTLY OF HIS OWN ROLE IN THE WAR, SAYING THE CREDIT BELONGED ENTIRELY TO THE YOUNG MEN WITH RIFLES IN THEIR HANDS AND THE OFFICERS WHO ACTUALLY LED THEM ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
END NOTHING FOLLOWS
[EIGHT]
THE RESIDENCE OF THE SUPREME COMMANDER UN
COMMAND/ALLIED FORCES IN JAPAN
THE EMBASSY OF THE UNITED STATES
TOKYO, JAPAN
2030 29 SEPTEMBER 1950
"Thank you for coming with me today, Fleming," General of the Army Douglas MacArthur said to Brigadier General Fleming Pickering.
"My God, I was honored to be there," Pickering said. "Thank you for taking me."
"You made your contribution to this campaign," MacArthur said. "You had every right to be there."
"That's unjustified, but thank you," Pickering said.
"I didn't see General Howe there," MacArthur said.
"He was there, sir."
And he said, "Liberated city, my ass. They're still shoot-ing in the city limits," but somehow mentioning that doesn't seem appropriate.
The steward handed Pickering a glass of whiskey.
And it's now incumbent upon me to offer some kind of a toast. But I really can't think of one. This war's not over, and if the Chinese come in, which seems more likely every day, we`ll be up to our ears in a worse mess than we were before Inchon.
He raised his glass nevertheless, and said,
"I propose-"
The door opened and Colonel Huff came in.
"Sir, there's a Lieutenant Colonel Porter to see you."
"Ask him to be good enough to call upon me in the morn-ing," MacArthur said. "Sid, I told you I didn't wish-"
"He's carrying a personal from General Ridgway, Gen-eral."
"And I'll look at it in the morning. Thank you, Sid."
"Sir, the colonel is under orders to put General Ridgway's personal into your hands as soon as possible," Huff persisted.
"Ask him to come in, please," MacArthur said impa-tiently.
A tall, good-looking young officer marched in, saluted, said, "General Ridgway's compliments, General," and handed him a squarish envelope.
"Thank you, Colonel," MacArthur said. "Please be good enough to attend me tomorrow after ten at my headquar-ters."
"Yes, sir," Colonel Porter said, saluted again, did an about-face, and marched out of the room.
MacArthur tore the envelope open, glanced at it, then read it carefully again. Then he held it out at arm's length and sort of waved it until his wife had taken it from him.
Then he turned his back on Pickering and his wife, took a handkerchief from the hip pocket of his soft-washed khakis, and rather loudly blew his nose.
If I didn't know better, if anyone but Douglas MacArthur did that, I'd say he was crying. I wonder what the hell was in that note?
As if reading his mind, Jean MacArthur handed Picker-ing the note, went to her husband, and put her arms around him.
"Douglas," she said. "Darling, that's simply beautiful!"
Pickering looked at the note.
WASHINGTON, 26 SEPTEMBER 1950
BY OFFICER COURIER
MY DEAR GENERAL MACARTHUR:
UNDER GOD'S GUIDANCE, THE FULL FRUITS OF THE INDOMITABLE COURAGE AND UNSHAK-ABLE PERSEVERANCE OF OUR FORCES SEEM ABOUT TO REACH HARVEST.
THEY WILL ATTEST AGAIN TO THE INCOMPA-RABLE BRILLIANCE OF YOUR UNSURPASSED LEADERSHIP AND JUDGMENT.
THEY WILL DEMONSTRATE AGAIN THE UN-FAILING RESPONSE OF AMERICAN FORCES TO TRUE LEADERSHIP, REGARDLESS OF ODDS.
WHAT A TRIBUTE, TO BE RECORDED IN OUR MILITARY HISTORY TO OUR DEAD AND MAIMED.
SINCERELY,
M. B. RIDGWAY
MATTHEW RIDGWAY