“I hope it’s not a stripper,” you mutter. “I hope it is!” Captain Jones enthusiastically responds. As the bartender approaches the microphone, you lean over to MSG Rush. “What happened?” you ask. “NCO business, sir,” he answers. You’re getting tired of that answer. “What KIND of NCO business?” you ask, a bit more firmly.
“That Air Force NCO that was in here a little bit ago told me Douchet was drunk and acting stupid out on that little gondola we saw him in on the way over here. He said something to one of the females walking by and she called the MPs. The NCO was giving me a heads up that I might want to do something with him before he got picked up and put in the slammer.”
“So what happened?”
“I went over to him and told him to quit acting like an ass clown and come with me. He said “make me.” So I did,” he continues. Dammit, you never should have left a clown like Douchet unsupervised. “Well what the hell did you do with him?” you ask, getting up from the table. Rush puts a hand on your arm. “It’s all good sir, the customs office at the terminal has a little holding area, I put him in there to cool off. The cops said they’d keep an eye on him until we came back.” You figure you better get over there any way, but with a clash of symbols and a cloud of “smoke,” the floor show begins.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” says the bartender, microphone in hand, “I present to you, the jewel of the Spanish crown, the lovely Esmerelda!” Esmerelda takes the stage in a billowing red dress, with a halter top cut to reveal a sleek and well-toned midriff, bare arms, and a generous helping of bosom. Clutching a black and red scarf in both hands, she launches into belly-dancing routine that draws strongly from both Arabic and Spanish cultures. Her routine is quite impressive, and between her gyrations and the beer, you completely forget about Douchet for a minute.
Esmerelda’s dance ends to thunderous applause. Remembering Douchet, you pat MSG Rush on the arm and point towards the door. He glances at his watch at jumps up- it’s almost time for manifest! Rush whistles loudly and circles his hand over his head. The members of your flight tumble out of the club, in a hurry to make it back to the terminal in time for the manifest call. Fortunately the terminal was directly across the street from the club. As roll is called, everyone is present- except Douchet, and MSG Rush doesn’t seem to concerned about it. After the last name is called, you notice Rush clutching his stomach. “What’s the matter, Douchet didn’t kick your ass, did he?” you joke. Rush doesn’t look like he’s in a joking mood. “I think it’s the food. I feel really sick,” he says. “Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten four plates worth of the local food and drunk half a pitcher of beer,” you tease back. While the Air Force brings the buses around, you and Rush go to get Douchet. He’s in the terminal security’s office, sleeping on a bench under the watchful eye of one of the Security Forces. “No problem,” the guard says when you thank him and leave with a drowsy but otherwise pretty cooperative Douchet.
Waiting for the bus outside in the sun, you notice how hot it is. A lot of other people are looking a but uncomfortable too. Fortunately, you don’t have to wait for long. The Air Force buses pull up and your flight begins to load, for what will hopefully be the last leg of a very long trip. As your Soldiers board, you give each of them two of the Ambien from the bottle Doc Cho gave you before you left Iraq. Most Soldiers pop the pills as they get on the bus. You see MSG Rush putting his into a pocket. “Not going to take your pills?” you ask him. “I want to make sure we’re good before I pop these. They put me out like a light,” he responds. “Look, it’s a five-minute flight to the aircraft and the medicine won’t kick in until at least a half-hour after we’re in the air,” you counter. MSG Rush looks pale and sweaty. “You’re not looking so good brother,” you continue, “ a little sleep might be just what the doctor ordered.” Convinced, MSG Rush downs his Ambien as the buses approach the plane that will FINALLY take you home.