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Dear Reader,

This ends Part I of Oscar Meyers. I shall return to
posting the next part of Ed Biggers. I hope that you
enjoy them both.

Lazlo

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Oscar Meyers 
Part 1: Foo Fighter
By 
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Chapter 9

Oscar noticed a plume of dust on the horizon well outside of the 
training area. He watched it move and then stop. The medallion 
flared hot against his skin. His stomach clenched as the hairs on 
the back of his neck rose. As the dust started settling, he shouted, 
"Georgia, break radio silence. Get everyone back to camp right 
now."

Without asking any questions, Georgia got on the radio and started 
broadcasting the message. Once she had told everyone his orders, 
she called back asking, "Why?"

"Tell them it's an order from me." He reached into his pocket and 
pulled out a flare gun. He shot it into the sky to get everyone's 
attention. He went back to the Hummer where Georgia was 
repeating the message to another group. He got into the drivers seat 
to check that it was fully operational and said, "We'll wait here for 
an hour before heading back to camp. Anyone that gets here in 
time will have a ride."

He opened the back of the Hummer. Under the normal bed of the 
Hummer was a hidden storage well. From that, he removed a 
number of rifles and clips of ammunition. After putting a clip into 
a rifle, he handed it to Georgia and said, "Get rid of the toys. We're 
going live now."

She stared at him in shock as she asked, "What do you mean?"

He answered, "We have the real thing six miles away from us. I 
want you to take a couple of these guns with you and hide up the 
side of the hill a little ways. When any of our guys show up, I want 
you to call them up to you and give them a gun. I'm going in the 
direction the terrorists are coming from. I'll hold them off until it is 
time for us to leave."

She looked at him and frowned, "What about you?"

"I'll be fine. Don't worry. You're talking to Private Foo."

She laughed softly as she turned to follow his directions. She knew 
that when it came time to do battle there were very few groups that 
could stand against him. That knowledge made it easy not to argue. 
Oscar went off in the direction of the dust plumes. He hadn't even 
gone twenty meters away when he disappeared into the 
surrounding landscape. Even though she understood how he did it, 
she watched amazed at how quickly he could hide himself.

With her extraordinary skill in hiding, she found a small 
depression and sat in it with her cloak around her. She blended into 
the rocks and sat still watching the horizon for signs of movement. 
One of their people slowly worked their way to the Hummer. She 
whistled softly and he turned in her direction. He climbed up the 
hill, correcting his course by ear until he was beside her. 

She spoke softly, "There are terrorists in the area. Use this gun, it 
shoots real ammo. Hide yourself and watch for the enemy. Don't 
shoot our guys by mistake. Oscar is out there searching for the 
terrorists and will be coming from that direction."

The man answered in a whisper, "Will do."

He moved thirty meters away to a rocky area and settled himself 
for the wait. Georgia studied his position and decided that he was 
hidden enough not to attract immediate attention. She moved her 
eyes to study the area around the Hummer, noticing the dust plume 
on the horizon. Concerned, she watched to see if it was coming 
closer. It wasn't moving closer and it wasn't moving further away.  
It looked like it was circling their position. 

Another member of their party crept into the area. She smiled 
when she saw that it was Colonel Lettieri. She whistled softly and 
watched as the Colonel came straight to her position. She stopped 
about ten yards away and sat down hiding herself. Georgia called 
over to her in a soft voice, "We have real terrorists in the area. I've 
got a gun here with real ammo for you. Get it and then hide 
somewhere to cover a good area. Did you notice the Captain?"

The other woman called back just as softly, "Yes, I did. I didn't see 
him until I was about on top of him."

"Good. Oscar is on the other side of the Hummer looking for the 
terrorists."

The Colonel climbed up the hill, pausing slightly to get a gun and 
continued up. An observer would have thought she just stopped to 
catch her breath. Her pass by Georgia was intended to keep her 
position carefully hidden. Georgia smiled at the knowledge that her 
friend had learned some lessons better than any of the others. 

She noticed two dust plumes of trucks heading towards the camp 
from where the Hummers of the other groups had been parked. She 
nodded as she realized what that meant. As she processed the 
information around her, she realized how much she had learned 
from Oscar over the past five months. She sat there watching the 
environment, knowing well before anyone even showed 
themselves that they were coming. More of their people arrived at 
the Hummer. She did a count and confirmed that all six trainees 
had gathered there. 

Oscar came around the hill and blew his whistle. Everyone stood 
and went to the Hummer. Oscar joined them there and opened the 
door. They all climbed into the Hummer. As soon as the doors 
were closed and a headcount performed, Oscar floored it and 
headed straight to the camp. 

When he got to camp all of the other trainees were waiting for him 
outside the command center. Oscar stopped the Hummer outside 
the center and got out of it followed by the others. One of the men 
waiting called out, "What's going on?"

Oscar stopped and turned to face everyone. He answered, "We 
have real terrorists coming into the training area. I'm going to hand 
out real guns with live ammo. We have five teams in training. 
Three regular army and two special forces teams. The least 
experienced team is regular army. You guys are going to guard the 
camp today and tomorrow. The second least experienced regular 
army team will also stay here to guard through the nights. Each of 
you will change guard positions every hour."

Oscar turned to the others and said, "You will join me in the field. 
We'll leave tonight. The moon is new, so we can use a Hummer to 
get to the hills. Once there, you will each take a region of the 
training area and watch it. I'll move across the whole area. When 
you encounter the terrorists, take your time. If you don't get a 
chance for a good clean kill of all of them, then don't attack."

Georgia sat there listening to the instructions. She finally asked, 
"What about me?"

Oscar answered, "You are in charge here. Make sure that everyone 
is alert. Provide coffee and enforce the rules."

One of the new men objected, "She's a civilian sir."

The Colonel turned to the man and said, "She's also the best fighter 
here, with the exception of Oscar. Obey her and you'll be safe."

Oscar smiled and opened the door to the command center. He 
commanded, "Folks, get in line to get your guns and ammo."

Georgia went in with him and helped hand out the rifles and 
ammo. It was a slow process but everyone was appropriately 
armed by the time they were done. Once the newest team had been 
armed, Georgia took them out to the perimeter. She put five people 
to watch, keeping the sixth in reserve. He was to replace the person 
in the first position in an hour. The person in the first position was 
to relieve the person in the second position. The person in the fifth 
position would get an hour break and return to replace the person 
in the first position.

Oscar was busy at the map with the other teams laying out a grid 
identifying the area that each person would be responsible for 
scouting. Oscar pointed out weapons caches that he had established 
throughout the area in case terrorists entered the training area. 
There were three weapons caches in each area.

A general plan for dispersing the people along their entry points 
was developed. Oscar would drive each team along the hills 
slowing down long enough to let individuals out of the Hummer at 
different points. Each individual was to move inward until they 
reached their area to watch. 

He told the assembled group, "Everyone get some rest, because for 
the next few days you wouldn't get any."

One of them asked, "How will we know that it is all over?"

Oscar answered, "I will fire three flares separated by ten minutes at 
sunset. Use the darkness to return to the points where you were 
dropped off. Be careful in how you move, because there may still 
be lots of bad guys in the area."

The meeting broke up. Oscar went outside and joined Georgia as 
she watched the horizon. Several more dust plumes were appearing 
far to the east. She turned to him and said, "There's a large amount 
of movement out there. What do you think it is?"

Oscar turned to her and answered, "I think that our first few 
graduates have really upset the terrorist organizations. They have 
come here to shut us down."

She looked at him with a question in her eyes. He clarified, 
"They've been very busy taking out camps all along the border. 
They've accomplished more in the past few weeks, then the army 
has done the entire time that its been here in a peace keeping role."

She said, "So they are doing well. That is good to know."

Oscar laughed and pointed to the horizon where another dust 
plume had appeared. He said, "There's another group. They must 
be doing very well. Of course, that makes us a logical target."

He turned to Georgia and said, "After this is over, I might need to 
let loose some emotions."

She smiled at him and replied, "You mean my warrior is liable to 
come home ready to ravage me?"

"Exactly."

She cooed, "I'll be waiting all ready to be ravaged."

He laughed and said, "For now, we have to rest. It is going to be a 
long time before we can rest properly."

The two of them returned to the command center and took a nap. 
For a change, it was a rather tame time spent in bed and the hours 
passed all too quickly. The sun set and the soldiers met in front of 
the command center. Oscar came out of the center and went to the 
Hummer. He commanded, "First group, get in."

The men climbed into the Hummer. When they had all entered, he 
pulled out of the camp. He drove without headlights and took a 
twisting path to the foothills. He occasionally stopped and then 
continued. When he reached  the foothills, he paused about every 
half mile, not quite coming to a complete stop. At a few of those 
times, a man would exit the Hummer while it was still moving. 
Once the Hummer had been unloaded, Oscar turned around and 
headed back to camp. 

He arrived at camp and stopped outside the command center. With 
an hour to kill, he went to the mess hall and got a cup of coffee. 
Georgia was there with the guard that was on relief. He sat down 
as he said, "The first group are off. I need to give them another 
hour to move into the next position."

The soldier said, "I watched you out there using the night vision 
binoculars. I could see you slow down, but I couldn't see anyone 
get out."

"Did you see anything else?"

"There are very minor glows on four of the hills. They went out a 
little while ago."

Oscar nodded and then said, "Four separate camps. There are 
probably more of them out there with better discipline."

They sat there for a while enjoying the coffee. The soldier looked 
at his watch and stood up as he said, "My turn back on watch."

Georgia replied, "Keep your eyes open."

Oscar watched him go. He turned to Georgia and said, "I think you 
should consider joining the Druids. You are good at this."

She laughed and answered, "I'll become as randy as my sister. You 
wouldn't like that, I'm sure."

He smiled and remembered her sister with fondness. Every time 
that Georgia mentioned her sisters sexuality, Oscar thought back to 
his first time with Jennifer. He said, "There are worse things that 
can happen to you."

"That's true. Of course, you might like me to be a little more 
randy." She smiled and hugged him. She knew that he was nervous 
about the students performing alright. The two captains had not 
made much progress in their training and still complained each 
time they were shot in the back. 

He looked at his watch and said, "I have to go now. I've got 
another run to make."

She kissed him before he left the kitchen. The latest relieved 
soldier came into the mess hall to get some coffee and stretch his 
legs. They passed at the mess hall door. The man coming in asked, 
"Is the situation that bad?"

Oscar was about to make light of it and then realized that wouldn't 
be a good idea. He stopped and told the man, "We have a lot of bad 
guys out there that will kill us the first chance they get. Just 
remember, you have to pull the trigger first."

Oscar went out into the night to ferry more people to the hills. He 
made four trips total before parking the Hummer and entering the 
hills himself. While the students were covering the training area, 
he was to explore the region surrounding the training area. It was 
only an hour before sunrise and it was necessary for him to get 
some distance away from the Hummer and find a spot to spend the 
day.

The sun rose as Oscar watched his surroundings. He was in a good 
location to see any traffic moving into the training area. He started 
when he heard explosions behind him. The explosions were 
followed by gunfire and then quiet returned. After fifteen minutes, 
one more shot rang out. From the pace of firing, he knew that one 
of his people had already found a camp and taken it out. 

He looked in the direction of the camp. After half an hour, there 
was no flare. The instructions were that if a person was wounded, 
they would call into the camp and a flare would be fired. That 
would let him know that he was to move in and rescue the person. 
He relaxed and watched his environment.

A few birds that he recognized as rock doves flew away from an 
area not too far from him. He took note of the location and 
watched it. The lack of further movement suggested that it was a 
natural event. There was an off chance that a guard had moved into 
position and was now waiting and watching. He would know if 
there was a guard change by further disturbances in the area.

Hours passed and he took a short nap. He was startled awake by a 
series of explosions. They were followed by short bursts of 
gunfire. The exchange seemed to last a long time and he frowned. 
It suggested that the initial attack had not been very successful. He 
listened and waited. Movement caught his eyes as a person came 
over the hill in front of him to look around. There was a final huge 
explosion and Oscar smiled. They had hit the ammo.

He watched the person on the hill turn and leave. He knew that he 
wasn't far from a camp. He heard the sound of an engine starting 
up and smiled to himself. They still hadn't gotten fusion powered 
trucks. The engine sound traveled for miles in the quiet desert. The 
truck came into view and headed in the direction of the last 
explosion. He watched it go, not wanting to attack it and give away 
his own position so close to the camp. Thirty minutes later, he 
heard a single explosion.

He smiled to himself. His people were halting all movement of 
trucks through the area. Throughout the day, there were random 
explosions throughout the training area. He listened to each one, 
pleased at the lack of return fire. He knew that meant that most of 
his trainees had learned their lessons, but he still worried about the 
two captains. 

Sunset seemed to take a long time to arrive. After sunset, he took a 
half an hour to eat. He was eating two meals a day now and 
conserving his water. He watched and listened before moving from 
his location. He took his time and moved slowly. It took him four 
hours to cover eight hundred meters. As he moved closer to the 
terrorist camp, the wider his eyes became. It was huge with over 
two hundred men there and very disciplined. There were no lights 
of any kind, but men watched the surroundings carefully. He 
definitely wasn't going to be able to sneak into this camp and scout 
around. 

He moved away to go to one of his weapons caches, realizing that 
he was going to need a lot more firepower than he was carrying 
with him. He went to the weapons cache and retrieved a number of 
explosives and grenade launchers. He made several trips setting 
out explosives with trip wires along routes that the terrorists would 
take to get out of the camp. He set out stores of grenades and 
launchers at four different sites. 

He made one last trip to the weapons cache and retrieved four 
mortars and eight shells. He worked until well after sunrise setting 
up the mortars, taking great care to set up the mortars outside of 
the sight of the lookouts. 

After his preparations were completed, he stopped and assessed his 
situation. It was not good. He was definitely outnumbered by the 
terrorists and he wondered if he should get a couple of more people 
to help him. He swallowed as butterflies took flight in his stomach, 
but the medallion around his neck gave forth a reassuring sense of 
warmth. He dropped the mortars into the launchers, one at a time. 
It took two minutes for him to fire all eight rounds. The sound of 
explosions hurt his ears.

He stood up and ran around the hill to the first site where he had 
set out the grenade launchers. Men set off the tripwires as they left 
camp to search him out. He fired the grenade launchers into the 
camp as best he could. Once that was finished, he moved further 
around the camp to the next site where he had set up a store of 
grenades. He fired all of the ones at that site, listening as gunfire 
went off in every direction. 

He left that area and moved to the far side of the camp. There were 
continued explosions around the camp as more men tripped the 
booby traps. He settled down behind the camp and watched the 
activities within it. There was a lot of activity around one of the 
tents. Several men came out of the tent and got into a truck. They 
looked like they were very important judging by the number of 
people that surrounded them. Several other trucks were loaded up 
and the whole group pulled out of the camp in his direction. He 
picked up the grenade launcher and took out the first truck and the 
one containing the important people. 

Shots were returned in his direction and he scrambled over the hill 
to blend into the background. He moved as fast as was reasonable 
to about a kilometer away and stopped. He watched the 
environment around him for movement. Satisfied that he was out 
of sight, he took a very short nap. He woke after an hour to the 
sounds of explosions far away. He smiled and considered the 
amount of damage that had been done today to the terrorists. 

He waited another two hours and then started making his way back 
to the camp. Well before reaching the camp, he stopped and 
watched the activity. There was significant excitement as men 
scoured the area looking for him like ants swarming around a 
hotdog dropped on the ground. There were at least seventy-five 
terrorists combing the area. He was still a good distance away from 
where they were looking. 

He waited until sunset before returning to the weapons cache. He 
pulled out two canteens of water and attached them to his belt. He 
loaded up on eight more mortar rounds. With care he carried them 
to a location far from where he had fired the mortars that morning. 
He set up two mortar launchers and then waited. He had one more 
hidden pile of grenades and one more location from which to fire 
upon the base. 

He paused thinking about Georgia back at the camp waiting for 
him, wanting to be there with her than here. His thoughts were 
disturbed by the sounds of distant gunfire. There were no 
explosions. He immediately thought of the captains and their 
continued insistence on trying to take prisoners. He took a couple 
of sips from his canteen trying to assess how much water he had 
left.

He started firing the mortars. Two launchers and eight rounds 
meant that it took him close to four minutes to fire all of the 
rounds. The bases were extremely hot to the touch. He slipped 
away and moved to the grenades. He fired them into the camp 
aiming at every location where there were three or more men in a 
group. He fired into a tent that seemed alone. That was followed by 
a huge explosion as he hit a munitions store. A second tent 
exploded as well, apparently set off by the first explosion. Running 
out of grenades he dropped the launcher and moved to his final 
firing site. It took him five minutes to get there. 

The camp had organized itself to respond to his attack. He 
estimated that they had about fifty men that were capable of 
responding. He took aim and started firing. Three shots at each 
moving target. When there were only two shots and a click, he 
would put in a new magazine. He went through several magazines 
shooting at everything that moved. 

He was down to his last magazine and pulled back. The darkness 
covered his retreat back to the weapons cache. He loaded up with 
magazines and took stock of what remained. He had used all of his 
mortar launchers, perhaps foolishly. He was out of grenades and 
had several hundred rounds of ammunition left. He covered the 
hole with the rock and left the area. 

He returned to one of the sites that he had used the night before. 
He moved carefully checking to make sure that it was not booby 
trapped. He reached the spot and looked into the camp. It was a 
disaster with only two tents remaining intact. There were pits 
where the mortars had exploded. The mortars hadn't hit any critical 
spot, but if men were running through the only open areas in the 
camp, then they would have been hit by exploding shell fragments. 
Several of the trucks had been hit and the good trucks were locked 
behind damaged ones.

Ten men moved around, pulling the bodies into neat rows along 
one edge of the camp. Another twenty wounded men lay off to the 
side moaning constantly. One of the terrorists stood in the middle 
of the camp, frustrated and angry. He shouted to the sky in a 
furious tone of voice, "Come out you Dog! Allah's curse upon you! 
Face us like a man!"

Oscar watched, interested at how angry they were when their own 
tactics were used upon them. He had clearly taken out the key 
leadership of this group. The men looked lost and unsure of 
themselves. They slowly gathered around the one that had been 
screaming to the sky. Another five men emerged from the darkness 
around the camp and walked past the bodies of their fallen 
comrades. 

 He counted eighteen of the walking terrorists. Even the wounded 
still held their guns, but most were praying to Allah for relief from 
their pain. He waited and watched the actions in the camp. They 
slowly organized themselves and started pushing the damaged 
trucks out of the way. He ate an MRE while they worked. Even as 
he chewed, he realized that they were going to be very hungry 
soon. He took a sip out of his canteen. 

As dawn approached, more sounds of explosions arose from the far 
end of the training area. He listened carefully and decided that the 
sounds came from outside the training area. He wondered which of 
the trainees had expanded their area of coverage. He tried to 
untangle the sound of the distant battle. It was hard to say what 
was the outcome. Still, there had been no flare from the base camp 
to let him know that anyone was injured.

The camp below him increased in activity as the men took up 
defensive positions. He watched as they reacted nervously to every 
noise around them. They were going to be very jumpy for a long 
time. He considered his options as he settled in to watch the camp 
until light.

Morning arrived after a long night and more men entered the camp 
from the surrounding area. He now counted at least twenty eight 
men moving around. More injured were brought in from around 
the camp. More bodies were added to the rows of dead. The 
terrorists were exhausted. While he had taken several naps, they 
had been working nonstop. They were making stupid mistakes and 
arguing among themselves. About half of the men entered the two 
remaining tents to get some rest.

He waited twenty minutes and then opened fire on the men that 
were moving around the camp. He only fired for about two 
minutes. He didn't bother to count bodies or wounded. He fired 
with the intent to kill and changed targets to someone else that was 
moving. The camp was again stirred up. He changed his location, 
taking an hour to move to the place he had fired from last night. 

Again he had a good view into the camp. The men had spread out 
to search for him. One man had even walked within twenty yards 
of him. After searching for an hour, the men began returning to the 
camp. The number of terrorists had been significantly reduced. The 
ones remaining stormed around the camp furious. 

He hid himself within his cloak and took another twenty-minute 
nap. He woke and took another sip of his water. The men below 
looked in pretty sad shape. They still hadn't gotten the trucks freed 
and were without food and water. The number of casualties had 
shrunk as several of them had died while he napped. 

He opened fire on the ones that were moving around the camp. The 
men in the tents came out fighting off their need for sleep. He 
continued to fire, only now firing once at each target rather than 
three times. He was running low on ammunition and needed to 
conserve it. It didn't take him long, but he ran out of targets. 

After that round of fighting, he moved closer to the camp. His 
movements were careful, as he did not want to expose himself to 
view. He waited for movement in the camp below, but nothing 
moved. Counting bodies, he came up short two men and settled in 
for a long wait for them to show up. Hours passed as the 
temperature rose. Sweat trickled down his face, collecting around 
his collar and soaking the back of his shirt. He took sips of water. 
He opened another MRE and ate slowly savoring the flavor. He 
smiled to himself as he remembered the Russian Rations and how 
foul they had tasted. 

By this point in time, he had spent almost two days without 
moving much. The few treks that he had taken were short and 
required him to move slow. His muscles ached as they wanted a 
chance to freely move. He decided that he would call in the troops 
at dusk. It was an hour after he had made that decision before he 
spotted movement by the trucks. He took careful aim and took out 
the two men by the trucks. 

He moved to the where he had parked the Hummer being careful 
that he wasn't spotted. He got on his radio and called into the 
camp. Georgia answered immediately. He said, "Send up the flares 
tonight to call back the troops. They need to rest and eat well for a 
day or two."

At dawn, he hauled the last group of trainees back to camp. All of 
them were tired and hungry. Only one person was missing, one of 
the two Captains repeating the course. He knew the two Captains 
had been working together and was going to get a full debriefing 
after everyone had a chance to eat.

He pulled the Hummer up to the command center and parked it. He 
wasn't going to leave for at least another day. He entered the mess 
hall and got at the back of the line. He stared at the bacon and eggs 
with a desire out of proportion with the simplicity of the meal. 
Finally, it was his turn and he loaded up his plate. He sat down at 
the table across from Georgia and smiled at her. She looked at his 
tired face and her heart went out to him. 

He said, "Rather busy couple of days. I bet everyone is ready for 
some sleep."

She smiled, "The ones that stayed here are in much better shape 
than you guys. I'll keep up the guards until you tell me otherwise."

He nodded and answered, "Good idea. I think we got about half of 
them."

She blanched at the assessment and looked at him with wide eyes. 
She said, "We heard all of the fighting thinking that you had gotten 
them all."

He shook his head and replied, "I took on a camp of about two 
hundred men. If there are any more camps of that size, then we are 
going to need some assistance. This is not a small operation."

He ate his bacon and eggs savoring the flavor of each bite. The 
coffee, hot and strong, tasted like heaven after the past couple of 
days of tepid water. Georgia sat across from him, watching him 
eat. He looked more tired than she had ever seen him. He noticed 
her study his face and joked, "If you think I look bad, then you 
should see the other guys."

She laughed and said, "Do you want me to set up the command 
center for the debriefing?"

He nodded as he looked around at the others in the mess hall. 
Some of the people that he had dropped off earlier were probably 
taking naps. He stood up and faced everyone. Once he was sure 
that he had their attention, he said, "Those of you that have 
engaged the enemy should join me in the debriefing room. The rest 
of you can take a nap and I'll talk to you later."

He left as the others filed out of the mess hall. He went to the row 
of tents and shouted, "Will those who engaged the enemy please 
meet me in the briefing room? The rest of you can continue to 
rest."

He repeated the message a second time before hearing people stir 
within the tents. He went over to the command center and got out a 
marker. He carefully marked the location of the camp he had 
attacked. He put estimated casualties and manpower next to the 
site. As others came in the room, he handed them markers to do the 
same. 

He sat back and watched as a picture of a major enemy offensive 
was presented. He went over to the communications building and 
got on the radio to call the main base. He requested troops 
sufficient for covering a hundred square miles of terrain. They 
would arrive in about two hours, although helicopters would by 
flying overhead in twenty minutes. He smiled as he wondered what 
would be the results of the flybys.

One of the two slow captains was sitting in his chair in a state of 
shock. Oscar looked around the room and then said, "I want to hear 
your reports one at a time. I'm going to start with those that look 
the worse for wear. When you are done giving your report, you 
may leave or stay."

The people gathered there nodded their heads. He called on the 
Captain. The Captain looked up and said, "Ernie and I found a 
camp of about ten men. Ernie stood up and told them to give up 
before I was in position to back him up. Next thing I know, he's 
carried into camp and they started to torture him. It took me some 
time to get into a position where I could see what they doing. They 
were actually skinning him alive."

The Captain looked up with tears in his eyes. He said, "Those 
bastards were actually skinning him alive. Have you ever heard of 
anything so barbaric? I started shooting and they started shooting 
back. Ernie was screaming for me to kill him. I couldn't take his 
screams anymore. You don't know what he looked like with half of 
his body missing its skin. I couldn't take it anymore. I shot Ernie 
and then ran like hell. They've been chasing me ever since."

"You guys tried to take them prisoner?"

The Captain numbly shook his head. He answered, "Yes, that was 
the plan."

Oscar glanced at Georgia who had been staring at the Captain. He 
finally said, "Thank you for your report. I suggest you go to your 
tent and try to rest."

The Captain left the room amidst total quiet. The looks of pity 
were tinged with disgust at the man's continued exhibition of 
stupidity. Every time they had tried to get a group to surrender in 
training they had been shot with paintballs. It was inconceivable 
that they would try to do it for real. 

When the door had shut, Oscar turned to Georgia and said, "Get a 
helicopter here to take him to the main base and back to the states. 
He's going to need significant help to get over this. See if we can't 
get him a position in Kansas or someplace quiet where he won't 
have many responsibilities."

Georgia nodded and left for the communications building. Oscar 
turned back and listened to the others give their reports. The 
terrorist camps had ranged from ten to thirty people. He had 
tackled the biggest camp. The debriefing had barely ended when 
two helicopters landed beside the camp. One of them carried away 
the Captain. The other had brought an intelligence officer to get the 
information about the enemy. His eyes had grown to the size of 
saucers when he had spotted the map with the terrorist sites 
marked on it. 

Later another helicopter showed up with orders for Oscar to return 
to the main military base in this region of Afghanistan.  Oscar flew 
on it watching out the open door as the terrain passed below him. 
They were flying low and fast and the flight only took twenty 
minutes. When it landed, the base commander met him at the 
landing pad. He looked over at Oscar taking note of the dirt and 
grime encrusted on his clothes. 

The two men went to the office where Oscar gave a report on what 
happened. As they talked, the regular army had arrived at the 
camps that he and his trainees had attacked.  Reports started 
filtering back about what they had found. The base commander 
stared at Oscar when it was learned that a large camp had been 
taken out. Among the dead were three very high ranking terrorists. 
The base commander said, "This is the largest single engagement 
with the terrorists and it was accomplished by nineteen people. 
You should be proud of yourself."

Oscar couldn't think of anything to say. Exhausted, he didn't even 
know how many days had passed since he had been in a bed and 
slept. 

Hungry and tired, Oscar left the base commanders office once the 
briefing had been completed. He went to the mess hall to get a bite 
to eat and some coffee. He sighed in desire at the thought of 
returning to Georgia and getting some sleep. 

Leaning over a bowl, he slowly spooned the soup into his mouth as 
his mind reviewed the events of the past few days. His thoughts 
were interrupted when a huge fat man sat down across from him. 
Oscar looked up and stared at the grotesque figure of a man. 
Finally, Oscar asked, "Hello, can I help you?"

The fat man, in a very feminine sounding voice, replied, "You can 
if you are Oscar Meyers."

Oscar slowly moved a hand down to the pistol in his cloak. The fat 
man laughed and said, "One of these days, I'll jump out at you and 
let you shoot me. I've always wondered what it would be like. 
Until then, we will talk."

Oscar looked at the fat man with interest. His grotesque lips 
flapped as the man talked. Three chins wobbled and rolled with 
each movement of his body. Oscar asked, "What do you want?"

"You did a good job the past few days. You shall finish training 
the current crop and then Colonel Lettieri will be ready to take 
over for you."

Oscar replied, "I can't really comment on that."

"Of course you can't. We are quite pleased with your service to 
us."

Oscar looked at the fat man and asserted, "I serve the Gods and 
Goddesses."

"And quite well, if I am any judge."

"So what can I do for you?"

The fat man reached across the table and pulled the medallion out 
from under Oscar's shirt. The chain broke as he brought it to where 
he could examine it. Looking over at Oscar, he said, "It is time for 
you to get educated. Go to the Druid College. When you have 
finished your education, come to the Carter Glade and we shall talk 
some more."

Oscar stared at the broken chain dangling from the fat hand. The 
grotesque man dropped the medallion in Oscar's hand as though it 
was a dime store trinket. Oscar looked up from the medallion to 
find that the fat man was gone. He sipped his coffee and wondered 
what day it was.
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