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seafood platters, Colonel Harry remembered his lady
lieutenant's remembering that Commander Brickhart,
formerly with NIC, was now president of ALAS-ORE
Oil Company. They called Portland, who said to call
Anchorage. One hour later the commander spoke to
them from a CB radio in his skimobile:
"You dumb turkeys make me want to puke. You
and your pansy pussyfooting around like a gaggle of
gossipy old geese at a Weight Watchers meeting.
Flushing this and faking that and dickering in embassy
johns with Sony tape cassettes wired to your pricks. I'll
tell you straight to your faces, you and all those Socialist
fairies up on the Hill have cost us the goddamn ball
game. Cuba down the drain.
Chile down the drain. Spain, Portugal, Greece,
Cambodia, Laos, Nam, the whole shithouse. Lost! The
Reds are laughing their butts off at us. It, makes me
want to puke right here in God's pure snow!"
Yes, very well, they agreed, but hadn't he sometime
ago inspected the site of a project coded Archangel
somewhere in Connecticut?
Damn straight he had inspected it. And that's just