Dale Brown - Sky Masters

“But… but I thought you were dead!”

“You mean, you thought I had been executed, ” Mikaso corrected him. “I have learned that the Chinese dislike the stain of honor that goes with executing a head of state. They shot me all right-but it was only a superficial wound. Then they put me in protective custody-a prison in any sense of the word, but I think a far better fate than one that you had in store for me.” He nodded to the Commonwealth Defense Force guards. “Take the First Vice President into custody. I have already advised the Speaker of the Parliament of this action; he will meet you at Government House with a copy of my warrant sworn out against Teguina.” After Teguina was led away, Mikaso and Samar stood and faced each other. Samar wore an expressionless visage; Mikaso a slight smile. “So, General Samar. Are you happy to see me as well?” “Why did you stay in custody so long?” Samar asked bitterly. “The country has suffered much because of your silence.”

“I had little choice in the matter, Jose, ” Mikaso explained. “While I was recuperating, the Chinese were trying to decide which way the wind was blowing before really killing me. If they had not seen what kind of fool Teguina was, I would be six feet under a dungheap in Manchuria by now.” He sighed, looking across to the surrounding skyscrapers and tropical trees of Manila, then added, “The country needed to experience a little suffering, Jose, ” Mikaso said. “There will always be those who think that armed struggle and revolution will accomplish more than democracy. I think the people had a taste of what happens when democracy is not allowed to work. If democracy fails, the will of whoever has the biggest or the best guns prevails. That means death and destruction on a massive scale.” Mikaso’s smile did not dim one bit as he continued. “You were once a proponent of such a struggle not too long ago, General-in fact, I believe the Chinese would have gladly followed you if you decided to lead the nation in revolt. Could it be that the fearsome jungle fighter Jose Trujillo Samar believes in democracy after all?” Samar shrugged, his features still hard-looking and dark despite his hairless face. “Times change, politics change, politics change… but I do not.”

“We shall see, ” Mikaso said. “We… shall… see.” He turned to face the two American and the Chinese military officers. “So. Should we now expel all foreign military forces from our country, Jose?” “Part of the problem in this country was that we excluded some but invited others, ” Samar said. “Our country is still too poor to hope we can survive by isolating ourselves from all contact with the outside world-perhaps we should try opening our ports to all foreign military vessels. If the Americans have use of port facilities for their military fleets, why not the Chinese, or the Vietnamese, or the Russians? Is one society more or less corrupting than another?” “Interesting idea, ” Mikaso said. “Interesting . “I know, I know-you did not expect it of me, ” Samar said. “I am just a poor dumb soldier, forced to dress like a politician.”

“Is that how you see yourself?” “If I could control what others thought of me, it would be different, ” Samar said. There was a rather long and comfortable pause between the two men; then: “What will you do with Teguina? Will you push for the gallows?”

“Good question, Jose. What would you do?” Samar adopted a faraway glance. “I’ve seen enough death in this country, ‘ he said. “Frankly, I do not think that fool Teguina had a chance in hell of succeeding-he is too greedy and self-serving to lead a country in revolution. . “Are you?” Samar gave Mikaso an irritated glance. “You speak like some kind of amateur psychiatrist, Mr. President, answering questions with qliestions.” He ignored Mikaso’s question and concluded, “I don’t think such blind idiocy deserves the gallows. The prison at Puerto Princesa would be an appropriate home for him for the rest of his life.”

“Good answer, ” Mikaso said. He took a deep breath, expelled it, and said, “I have decided to advise the Parliament tomorrow morning that I will step down as President and that you serve out the remainder of my term. What do you think of that, Jose?” Without eyebrows, it was hard to tell if Samar reacted at all to the announcement with anything that might be considered surprise. With characteristic calm, he nodded at Mikaso and said with just a hint of a smile, “I approve of your decision, Mr. President.” THE WHITE HOUSE ROSE GARDEN WEDNESDAY, 2 NOVEMBER 1994, 1007 HOURS ET “Attention to orders, ” Colonel Michael Krieg, General Richard “Rat Killer” Stone’s aide, began. “Citation to accompany the award of the Air Force Distinguished Flying Cross to Patrick S. McLanahan.” General Stone stood in front of Patrick McLanahan in the Rose Garden of the White House. Just a few steps away was the President of the United States, the Vice President, and just about every other Cabinet member, important Congressmen, and a host of other dignitaries. Aligned along the front steps of the White House were twelve crew members-one B-52 crew from Fairchild AFB in Washington state, one B- I crew from Dyess AFB in Texas, and Cobb and McLanahan-selected to receive the prestigious DFC in a White House ceremony. All members of the Air Battle Force had received Joint Service Commendation Medals, and many had received Bronze Stars for their roles in the Philippine conflict. “Lieutenant Colonel Patrick Sz McLanahan distinguished himself by meritorious service as Mission Commander, B-2A, from 1 October 1994 to 2 November 1994. During this period, the outstanding professional skill, exceptional leadership, and selfless efforts of Lieutenant Colonel McLanahan aided significantly in the successful battle against invading People’s Republic of China forces in the Republic of the Philippines.” Anyone who knew about individual citations, as Patrick did, would know that the unit designation had been purposely omitted from his award citation-even though this award was unclassified (he had received the Air Force Cross, the highest Air Force award except for the Medal of Honor, after the Old Dog mission, but was prohibited from wearing the ribbon), the citation still had to be doctored to keep secret the fact that Patrick worked at a secret flight-test facility. “Lieutenant Colonel McLanahan flew in two combat sorties during the Philippine campaign: the first, while unarmed and carrying only reconnaissance equipment, Lieutenant Colonel McLanahan flew his B-2 bomber over heavily defended airspace close to enemy warships to gather intelligence data vital to the successful execution of the campaign. The second mission, flown only twenty-four hours later, Lieutenant Colonel McLanahan destroyed several enemy warships and a key airdefense radar site in enemy-held territory, was hit by enemy fire several times, yet helped his aircraft commander to bring their crippled aircraft back and landed safely. The distinctive accomplishments of Lieutenant Colonel McLanahan reflect great credit upon himself and the United States Air Force.” General Stone pinned the medal onto Patrick’s uniform, stepped back, and saluted; Patrick returned the salute, then shook hands. “Thank you, sir, ” Patrick said. “I think it’s time for you to get out of Dreamland, Patrick, ” Stone said. “There’s ajob at SAC headquarters waiting for you. Just say the word.”

“I appreciate that, ” Patrick replied, “but as long as General Elliott is at HAWC, that’s where I want to be.” Stone smiled knowingly and gave a short laugh. “Yep, he does have that effect on people. Good luck, Patrick.” A short reception was held in the West Wing afterward, and it was then that Patrick noticed that Jon Masters had disappeared. After inquiring with one of Paul Cesare’s secretaries, he was escorted by a Secret Service agent downstairs to the White House Situation Room, where he found Jon Masters and Brad Elliott watching a newly installed PACER SKY satellite terminal from the Situation Room conference table. Patrick was not surprised to see that the screen was focused on the south Philippines near Zamboanga. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Something happening out there…?”