Griffin W.E.B. - The Corps 08 - In Dangers Path

«This what you're looking for, Chief?» he inquired with infinite disgust, then dropped it onto the tarmac.

«Hey, buddy, I'm really sorry,» McGuire said, sounding as if he meant it. «It wasn't as if I was at the sauce or something. Every time I get in an airplane, I get sick.»

«A word of wisdom, Chief,» the chief aviation pilot said. «Don't get into airplanes.»

McGuire picked up the well-stuffed canvas suitcase and, holding it at arm's length, walked to Dillon and the Navy officer.

«Welcome to beautiful Hawaii, Pete,» Dillon said. «What's with the suitcase?»

Chief McGuire finally realized he was supposed to salute, dropped the bag to the tarmac, and saluted.

«I threw up on the airplane,» McGuire said. «I threw up a lot on the airplane. A couple of times it didn't make the bucket they gave me.» He paused a moment, then added: «Goddamn you, Jake, you know I can't fly!»

«Mr. Lewis, may I introduce Chief Petty Officer McGuire?» Jake said. «Peter, this is Lieutenant Chambers Lewis.»

McGuire saluted again and put out his hand. «I used to say, 'any friend of Jake's,' but now I'm not so sure,» he said. «I used to think the bastard was a friend of mine.»

«The pleasure is all mine, Chief,» Lewis said.

«Christ, I can smell the bag from here,» Dillon said. «What are we going to do with it?»

«Paul,» Lewis said to the driver, «is there a piece of line in the trunk? Or can you get one? Let's tie the chief's luggage to the bumper. Air it out on the way to Muku-Muku.»

«I think the Admiral would like that, sir,» the driver said, smiling, and went into the trunk.

Jake Dillon leaned forward toward Chief McGuire and sniffed.

«Him, too?» Lieutenant Lewis said. «I'm not sure he'd fit on the bumper.»

«You're kidding, right?» Chief McGuire asked.

«Why don't you help him tie your bag to the bumper and then get in the front seat?» Jake ordered.

«Where the hell are we going, anyhow?» Chief McGuire asked.

«Muku-Muku,» Jake replied.

«What is that, Hawaiian?» McGuire asked, fascinated.

«Yes it is,» Dillon replied, straight-faced. «It means 'Place of Hot Waters.'You need a shower, Pete.»

«Goddamn right I do,» Chief McGuire agreed.

They drove up to Muku-Muku as Master Gunner Stefan Oblensky, USMC, was walking up the wide stairs to the verandah. He turned and went back down the stairs.

Although Jake was personally glad to see Big Steve, he was sorry he was there right now. Operation Gobi was classified, and Big Steve did not have the Need To Know.

Big Steve saluted, and Jake and Lewis returned the salute.

«What's with the suitcase?» Big Steve asked.

«We had a little airsickness,» Jake said.

Chief McGuire stepped out of the front seat. «I threw up all the way from Espiritu Santo,» he announced.

«I'm Steve Oblensky,» Big Steve announced. «My wife's inside. She probably has something that'll help.»

«Help what?» McGuire asked.

«She's a nurse,» Big Steve said. «You're sick, right?»

«Not since I got off that fucking airplane I'm not.»

As if on cue, Commander Florence Kocharski, NC, USN, attired in a billowing Muumuu, descended the steps from the veranda. «Watch your goddamn mouth around here, Chief!» she said firmly.

Chief McGuire looked at Commander Kocharski in confusion.

«Good afternoon, Commander,» Dillon said. «I was just explaining to Mr. Oblensky that Chief McGuire has a little airsickness problem.»

«Every time I get in one and they tilt it,» McGuire confirmed, and demonstrated with his hand what he meant by tilt, «I get sick.»

«They gave him a bucket on the Catalina, Commander,» Lieutenant Lewis said. «But he apparently didn't always make the bucket, so to speak.»

«I'm really embarrassed about that,» McGuire said. «What I really should have done with my clothes was deep them.»

«What?» Big Steve asked, confused.

«Deep them,» McGuire repeated. «You know, just throw them in the water.»

«I think the Chief means 'deep-six them,' « Chambers Lewis said, not unkindly, but smiling. «As in 'over the side.' «

«I guess,» McGuire said agreeably.

«Chief, why don't you tell Commander Kocharski and Mr. Oblensky how long you have been in the Navy?» Dillon suggested.

McGuire thought carefully before replying: «It will be nine months the first of April.»

«Nine

months

? How the hell did you get to be a chief in nine months?» Commander Kocharski asked in disbelief.

«I signed up as a chief,» McGuire said. «Why do they call you 'Commander'?»

«Because I happen to be a commander,» Flo said.

«I'll be damned!» McGuire said wonderingly.

«How many times in the last eight hours have you been nauseous?» Flo asked.

«Jesus, I don't know,» McGuire said. «Eight, ten times. Maybe more. I didn't count.»

«You're probably dehydrated,» Flo said. «We'll get some liquid into you.» She turned to the other men. «You may think this is funny, but it's not. Get those goddamned smirks off your faces.»

Chief McGuire looked at Commander Kocharski through eyes filled with gratitude.

Forty-five minutes later, Captain Charles M. Galloway, USMCR, arrived at Muku-Muku. By then Chief Petty Officer Peter McGuire, USNR, was well along on the road to rehydration: At Commander Kocharski's order, he had consumed over a quart of freshly prepared pineapple juice, mixed three-to-one with soda water to prevent further upsetting his stomach, and he was now working on his second bottle of beer. He had also had a shower and was wearing a clean khaki uniform, which Commander Kocharski had provided for him from her husband's closet.

«Charley,» Commander Kocharski made the introductions, «Chief Peter McGuire, a friend of Jake's. Pete, Captain Charles Galloway, skipper of VMF-229, and Big Steve's boss man.»

Galloway was in his late twenties, slim, deeply tanned, and lanky. His light brown hair was just long enough to part. The two men shook hands, then Charley collapsed into one of the upholstered rattan chairs on the patio and helped himself to a bottle of beer from an ice-filled bucket. «What kind of a chief, Chief?» he inquired politely.

«Carpenter's mate.»

«That make you a Seabee?» Galloway asked.

«With nine months in the Navy,» Big Steve volunteered, which earned him a dirty look not only from Commander Kocharski but from Galloway himself.

«Yes, sir,» Pete replied.

«Well, that's two brownie points,» Galloway said. «A Seabee and a friend of Jake's. Welcome to Muku-Muku.»

«Thank you.»

«Just passing through Pearl?» Galloway asked.

«I don't know what the hell I'm doing here, Captain,» McGuire said.

«Really?» Charley replied, chuckling.

«I was minding my own business on Espiritu Santo—«

«You're with the Third Seabees?» Charley interrupted.

«Yes, sir.»

«You know anything about Auxiliary Field Two? How long is it going to be out of operation?»

«That's what I was doing, Captain. That's what I still would be doing if this so-called friend of mine hadn't sent for me.» McGuire pointed at Jake Dillon.

«Really?» Galloway asked.

«I'd just finished pulling the pierced steel planking,» McGuire explained, «when some admiral shows up and asks if I know Jake Dillon. I should have said no.»

«But you said yes, right?» Galloway asked, smiling.

«And the next thing I know, I'm on a goddamned airplane here—sick every goddamned mile of the way.»

«Pete is unusually sensitive to change of attitude.» Commander Kocharski said. «Possibly it has to do with his inner ear, but there are other—«

«Which means what, Flo?» Charley interrupted.