Time to Hunt Part 8

"Ah, it's okay. How was the Coliseum?"

"Okay. Not so bad. They finally reduced charges, parading without a permit. They let us all go today."

"Well," he said. "If you want me to drive you to the Marine Barracks or something, I will. Whatever you want. I have a VW from a guy. It's no problem."

"I'm supposed to get married this week."

"That's fine. That's cool. Good luck and G.o.d bless. Let me see if I can help you in any way."

"I think I ought to hang here until I hear from Donny. I don't know what happened to him."

"Sure," said Peter. "That's a good idea."

The alert was finally cancelled at 1600 that afternoon, to the cheers and relief of the companies. It took an hour or so to actually stand down-that is, to return the rifles to the armory, to shed and repack the combat gear in its appropriate place in the lockers, to shed the utilities, bag them for the laundry, shower and shave. But by 1700, when the work was done, the captain at last released his men-the married to go home, the rest to relax in town or on base as they preferred, with only a few left on skeleton duty, such as duty NCO or armory watch.

That is, except for Donny.

He was done, and still in his cone of isolation, finally changing into civvies-jeans and a white Izod s.h.i.+rt-when a runner came from headquarters and said he was wanted ASAP. No, he didn't have to dress in the uniform of the day.

Donny returned to Captain Dogwood's office, where Bonson and Weber waited.

"Captain, we could take him to our offices. Or would you allow us to use yours?"

"Yes, sir, go ahead," said Dogwood, who wanted to get home to see his own wife and kids too. "Stay here. Duty NCO will lock up when you're finished."

"Thank you, Captain," said Bonson.

So Donny was alone with them at last. They were in civilian clothes this time, Weber looking like the Sigma Nu he'd undoubtedly been at Nebraska, and the dour Bonson in slacks and a black sport s.h.i.+rt, b.u.t.toned to the top. He looked almost like a priest of some sort.

"Coffee?"

"No, sir."

"Oh, sit down, Fenn. You don't have to stand."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Donny sat.

"We want to go over your testimony with you. Tomorrow there'll be an arraignment, at the Judge Advocate General's Offices at the Navy Yard, nothing elaborate. It's simply a preliminary to an indictment and trial. Ten hundred. We'll send a car. Your undress blues will be fine; I've arranged with Captain Dogwood for you to be off the duty roster. Then I think we'll give you a nice bit of leave. Two weeks? By that time, we should be able to cut orders for your new stripes. Sergeant Fenn. How does that sound?"

"Well, I-"

"Tomorrow won't be hard, Fenn, I a.s.sure you. You'll be sworn in and then you'll recount how at my instruction you befriended Crowe and traveled with him into a number of peace movement functions. You'll tell how you saw him in the presence of peace movement strategists such as Trig Carter. You saw them in serious conversation, intense conversation. You needn't testify that you overheard overheard him giving away deployment intelligence. Just tell what you saw, and let the JAG prosecutor do the rest. It's enough for an indictment. He'll have a lawyer, a JAG JG, who'll ask you some rote questions. Then it's over and done and off you go." him giving away deployment intelligence. Just tell what you saw, and let the JAG prosecutor do the rest. It's enough for an indictment. He'll have a lawyer, a JAG JG, who'll ask you some rote questions. Then it's over and done and off you go."

Bonson smiled.

"Clean and simple," said Weber.

"Sir, I just ... I don't know what I can tell them. There were hundreds of people at those parties. I saw no evidence of conspiracy conspiracy or deployment intelligence or-" or deployment intelligence or-"

"Now, Donny," said Bonson, leaning forward and trying a smile. "I know this is confusing for you. But trust me. You're doing your country a great service. You're doing the Marines a great service."

"But I-"

"Donny," said Weber, "they knew. They knew." knew."

"Knew?"

"They knew we had Third Infantry committed in Virginia, that the DC National Guard was a complete f.u.c.kup, the 101st Airborne was stuck at Justice and the 82nd down at the Key Bridge and that the cops were frazzled beyond endurance after eighty straight duty hours. It was an elaborate game of chess-they move here, we countermove; they move there, we countermove-all set up to get them to that bridge where they'd be faced by United States Marines where the chances of a big-time screwup on television were huge. And that's just what they got: another martyr. Another catastrophe. The Justice Department humiliated. A propaganda victory of immense proportions. They're parading with Amy's name in London and Paris already. Give them credit, it was as skillful a campaign as there was."

"Yes, sir, but we tried to save her. The girl panicked. It had nothing to do with us."

"Oh, it had everything everything to do with you," said Bonson. "They wanted her going off the bridge and the Marines to take the fall. See how much better that is than the Was.h.i.+ngton Metro Police or some third-rate National Guard unit, most of whom'd be demonstrating themselves if they had the chance? No, they to do with you," said Bonson. "They wanted her going off the bridge and the Marines to take the fall. See how much better that is than the Was.h.i.+ngton Metro Police or some third-rate National Guard unit, most of whom'd be demonstrating themselves if they had the chance? No, they wanted wanted a big scandal to be laid right at the Marines' feet and that's what they got! And Crowe gave it to them. Now, it is mandatory to get this fact before the public, to show that we were betrayed from within and to move swiftly to restore confidence in the system by eliminating the treason. And I can't think of a more edifying contrast for the American public than between Crowe, an Ivy League dropout with his fancy connections, and you, a decorated combat veteran from a small Western town doing his duty. It'll be very educational!" a big scandal to be laid right at the Marines' feet and that's what they got! And Crowe gave it to them. Now, it is mandatory to get this fact before the public, to show that we were betrayed from within and to move swiftly to restore confidence in the system by eliminating the treason. And I can't think of a more edifying contrast for the American public than between Crowe, an Ivy League dropout with his fancy connections, and you, a decorated combat veteran from a small Western town doing his duty. It'll be very educational!"

"Yes, sir," said Donny.

"Good, good. Ten hundred. Look sharp, Corporal. You will impress the JAG officers, I know you will. You will inherit your own future, the future you and I have been working on, I know it."

"Yes, sir," said Donny.

They rose.

"All right, Weber, we're finished here. You relax, Fenn. Tomorrow is your big day, the beginning of the rest of your life."

"I'll get the car, sir," said Weber.

"No, I'll get it. You-you know; tell him what's cooking."

"Yes, sir."

Bonson left the two younger men alone.

"Look, Fenn, I'm the bad cop. I'm here to give you the bad news. I've got photos of you smoking gra.s.s with Crowe, okay? Man, they can really nail you with them. I mean big time. I told you this guy Bonson was cold. He is beaucoup cold, you know? So give him what he wants, which is another bad boy's scalp to hang up on his lodge pole. He's sent a bunch to the 'Nam, and he wants to send more. I don't know why, what he is driving at, but I know this: he will rotate your a.s.s back to the Land of Bad Things and not ever even think think about it again. He's got you cold. It's you or it's Crowe. Man, don't throw your life away for nothing, dig?" about it again. He's got you cold. It's you or it's Crowe. Man, don't throw your life away for nothing, dig?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good man, Fenn. Knew you'd see it our way."

At 2300, Donny just walked out the front door of the barracks. Who was there to stop him? Some corporal in first platoon had duty NCO that night and he was scribbling in the duty logs in the first sergeant's office as Donny pa.s.sed.

Donny walked to the main gate and waved at the sentry there, who waved him past. Technically, the boy was to look for liberty papers, but in the aftermath of an alert, such niceties of the Marine way had fallen aside. Donny just walked, crossed I Street, headed down the way, took a left, and there found, unbothered, his 1963 Impala. He climbed in, turned the key and drove away.

It didn't take him long to reach Potomac Park, site of the recently abandoned May Tribe. A few tents still stood, a few fires still burned. He left his car along the side of the road and walked into the encampment, asked a few questions and soon found the tent.

"Julie?" he called.

But it was Peter who came out.

"She's sleeping," he said.

"Well, I need to see her."

"It would be better if she slept. I'm watching out for her."

The two faced each other; both wore jeans and tennis shoes, Jack Purcells. But Donny's were white, as he washed them every week. Peter's didn't look as though he had washed them since the fifties. Donny wore a madras short-sleeved b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt; Peter had some kind of tie-dyed T-s.h.i.+rt on, baggy as a parachute, going almost to his knees. Donny's hair was short to the point of neuroticism, with a little pie up top; Peter's was long to the point of neuroticism, a ma.s.s of curly sprigs and tendrils. Donny's face was lean and pure; Peter's wore a bristle of scraggly red beard and a headband.

"That's very cool," said Donny. "But I have to see her. I need her."

"I need her too."

"Well, she hasn't given you anything. She's given me her love."

"I want her to give me her love."

"Well, you'll have to wait awhile."

"I'm tired of waiting."

"Look, this is ridiculous. Go away or something."

"I won't leave her unguarded."

"Who do you think I am, some kind of rapist or killer? I'm her fiance. I'm going to marry her."

"Peter," said Julie, coming out of the tent, "it's all right. Really, it's all right."

"Are you sure?"

Julie looked tired; still, she was a beautiful young woman, with hair the color of straw and a body as lean and straight as an arrow, and brilliance showing behind her bright blue eyes. Both boys looked at her and recommitted to her love again.

"Are you okay?" Donny asked.

"I was in the lockup at the Coliseum."

"Oh, Christ."

"It was fine; it wasn't anything bad."

"You killed a girl," said Peter.

"We didn't kill anyone. You You killed her, by telling her being on that bridge mattered and that we were rapists and murderers. You made her panic; you made her jump. We tried to save her." killed her, by telling her being on that bridge mattered and that we were rapists and murderers. You made her panic; you made her jump. We tried to save her."

"You f.u.c.king a.s.shole, you killed her. Now, you're a big tough guy and you can kick the s.h.i.+t out of me, but you killed her!"

"Stop screaming. I never killed anyone who didn't have a rifle and wasn't trying to kill me or a buddy."

"Peter, it's okay. You have to leave us alone."

"Christ, Julie."

"You have to leave us."

"Ahhh ... all right. But don't say-anyhow, you're a lucky guy, Fenn. You really are."

He stormed away in the darkness.

"I never saw him so brave," said Julie.

"He loves you. So much."

"He's just a friend."

"I'm sorry I didn't get here earlier. We were on alert. There was a lot of s.h.i.+t because of Amy. I'm very sorry about Amy, but we didn't have a thing to do with it."

"Oh, Donny."

"I want to marry you. I love you. I miss you."

"Then let's get married."

"There's this thing," Donny said.

"This thing?"

"Yeah. By the way, I've technically deserted. I'm UA. Unauthorized absence. I'll be reported tomorrow at morning muster. They'll do something to me probably. But I had to see you."

"Donny?"

"Let me tell you about this thing."

And so he told it: from his recruitment to his attempts to enter into a duplicitous friends.h.i.+p with Crowe to his arrival at the party to his strange behavior that night until, finally, the action on the bridge, Crowe's arrest and tomorrow's responsibilities.

"Oh, G.o.d, Donny, I'm so sorry. It's so awful." She went to him and in her warmth for just a second he lost all his problems and was Donny Fenn of Pima County all over again, the football hero, the big guy that everybody thought so highly of, who could do a 40 in four-seven, and bench press 250, yet take pride in his high SATs and the fact that he was decent to his high school's lowliest creeps and toads and never was mean to anybody, because that wasn't his way. But then he blinked, and he was back in the dark in the park, and it was only Julie, her warmth, her smell, her sweetness, and when he left her embrace, it was all back again.

"Donny, haven't you done enough for them? I mean, you got shot, you lay in that horrible hospital for six months, you came back and did exactly what they said. When does it end?"

"It ends when you get out. I don't hate the Corps. It's not a Corps thing. It's these Navy guys, these super-patriots, who have it all figured out."

"Oh, Donny. It's so awful."

"I don't work that way. I don't like that stuff at all. That's not me. Not any of it."

"Can't you talk to somebody? Can't you talk to a chaplain or a lawyer or something? Do they even have the right to put you through that?"

"Well, as I understand it, it's not an illegal order. It's a legitimate order. It's not like being asked to do something that's technically wrong, like shoot kids in a ditch. I don't know who I could talk to who wouldn't say, Just do your duty."

"And they'll send you back to Vietnam if you don't testify."