Glen Tate - 299 Days - The 17th Irregulars

The room burst into applause. People started standing and clapping. Hammond stood at the podium with extreme pride and confidence. He smiled. He was proud to be leading these people and it showed.

Hammond screamed, “Take it back! Take this country back!”

Chants of “Take it back!” started. Pretty soon, the whole room was screaming “Take it back! Take it back!”

It was intoxicating. Grant, and everyone in that room, felt invincible, which was good, because they’d need that for what was coming.

After the chanting died down, Hammond said, “It’s time to go back to your AOs,” referring to areas of operation. Hammond couldn’t resist. “Go and… take it back!” This started a new round of chanting. The place was bursting with enthusiasm. Grant had never seen anything like it.

The chanting died down for a second time. Hammond motioned to the captain that it was time for people to leave, and the captain said, “Each unit will form up and be dismissed.” Grant wasn’t sure what that meant, but, being number seventeen, he’d see at least sixteen examples of what he was supposed to do before it was his turn.

The captain yelled out, “1st Irregulars!” and the new lieutenant, his Quadra, and two Special Forces-looking guys from the audience stood up. The captain and Hammond started clapping. So did the audience. The 1st Irregulars went up to the podium. The captain said something to the new lieutenant and led his unit out of the meeting hall to thunderous applause. Hammond was at the exit and talked to each man as they left. He knew the names and backgrounds of each lieutenant, most of the Quadras, and all of the SF guys. Hammond literally stayed up at night memorizing details about his people. He made every single person feel important and that he was personally counting on them. Because he was.

This happened fifteen more times and then it was the 17th’s turn. “17th Irregulars!” the captain yelled. Grant gave the thumbs up, motioned for Jim Q. to stand with him, and then motioned for Ted and Sap to come up front and get some applause. They did.

There they were: the four of them, as a unit. It was a brand new feeling. But, it was a completely comfortable feeling, too. Grant, having seen sixteen previous examples of what to do, crisply led his men through the hall to cheers. As he approached the exit, there was Hammond extending his hand for a handshake.

“Really glad you’re with us, Grant,” Hammond said sincerely, using a rare reference to a first name.

“Me too, sir,” Grant said, without standing at attention. Grant wanted to communicate that he, too, was temporarily breaking with military protocol to show his sincerity.

“We have some big plans for the 17th,” Hammond said. He looked at Ted and Sap, both of whom nodded. “Let’s just say you guys are pre-positioned in the right place.”

Grant had suspected all along that the 17th’s target was nearby Olympia. Now he knew it.

“We’re supposed to be here,” Grant said. Hammond smiled. He had been thinking the same thing. “Supposed to be, sir,” Grant repeated. He had never met anyone like Hammond who was on the same outside-thought wavelength.

“You take good care of Ted and Sap, Lieutenant,” Hammond said. “They were in my old unit and I think the world of both of them. They’re good men; Oath Keepers and superb warriors. Plus, Ted knew you from peacetime. Perfect, just perfect. And I understand you have some hardware in your basement that might help equip quite a few of your unit.” He was smiling.

Wow. Hammond knew details about every unit. “Yes, sir,” Grant said. “Well, they actually belong to…”

“Chip,” Hammond said. Man, this guy knew everything. Impressive. “I understand they split up the inventory of Capitol City Guns,” Hammond said, “and that Chip’s already donated them. Thank him for me. Ted will be bringing out a similar number, and then some.” Hammond was getting a little hoarse from all the yelling and talking. His hoarseness just emphasized that he was giving this his all.

“Yes, sir,” was all Grant could manage to say. He was still stunned at all the detail Hammond had mastered. Hammond was this up-to-speed on each of the twenty-three irregular units. It was one thing to say that was his job, but it was more than just a job for Hammond—he was making sure his guys came out of everything OK and that the Patriots won.

When Grant and Hammond were done talking, Grant stepped aside so Hammond could talk to Jim Q. Hammond said Jim Q.’s real name, “Khnanya,” pronouncing it exactly like Jim Q. had, and then said something in some foreign language. Hammond spoke the code talker language? At least a little. Wow.

Then Grant realized that Special Forces soldiers had to learn lots of languages to operate in the foreign areas where they worked. Hammond was fluent in Spanish, Russian, Pashto, and French. He spoke a little of six other languages, some of which had no written alphabet. Hammond majored in linguistics at West Point.

After Hammond said something in the code talker’s language, Jim Q. smiled, puffed out his chest and said, “Yes, sir. Very much, sir. Thank you, sir.” Jim Q. had never heard someone outside his family ever speak his language. It was surreal to see someone else saying these words.

Next in line for greetings from Hammond were Ted and Sap. “You guys take care of my young lieutenant and Khnanya here,” Hammond said.

“Yes, sir,” Ted said.

“Will do, sir,” Sap said.

“Sap, how is your mom doing back in Wisconsin?” Hammond asked.

Sap looked down at the floor. “Dunno, sir. Can’t get in touch with her, but she needed some pretty serious medications and…well, you know.”

Hammond looked like his own mom had died. “Sorry to hear that, son. Anything I can do?”

“For my mom? No, sir,” Sap said. “We can win this war and not have things like my mom’s situation come up again.”

“Indeed,” Hammond said with a nod to Sap. “You’re a good man, Brandon. Go out and make me proud with the 17th.”

“Yes, sir,” Sap said. He tried to smile, but couldn’t now that he had been reminded about his mom, though it was his dad he worried about. His mom and dad had been inseparable since high school.

“I sense great things from the 17th,” Hammond said with yet another smile. “Go out there and take back our country, gentlemen.” He shook each man’s hand, looked them straight in the eye, and said, with absolute sincerity, “Take it back.”

Grant had become ultra-confident about winning the war on the boat ride in when, looking at the stars, the outside thought told him they would win. He assumed the details of how they’d win would be chaotic. They were taking on the largest and, supposedly strongest, military on earth. But now he knew how they’d win: They would be led by people like Jim Hammond.

Hammond had been placed in Washington State with some amazing skills, Grant realized, and following Hammond would lead to victory. In that moment, Grant was even more confident than when he was looking up at the stars. Not only did he know with absolute certainty that they would win, he now felt like he knew how and why.

Except it hadn’t happened yet. They still had lots of hurdles. Probably awful, awful hurdles. This wouldn’t be a cakewalk, but they would win.

The 18th was right behind them and Hammond was greeting them and similarly showing a mastery of every detail of them and their mission.

Grant, Jim Q., Ted, and Sap walked out of the hall.

Ted and Sap had heard some pep talks before, but this was the best they’d ever heard by far. Here they were, experienced combat Special Forces veterans, and they were pumped up like little kids.