[TWO]
Main Dining Room
The Officers’ Club
Main Side, U.S. Naval Air Station
Pensacola, Florida
1625 Hours 2 November 1942
The gun camera footage proved interesting; but Pick had private doubts about how accurately it represented the flow of bullets.
The cameras were apparently bore-sighted: They showed the view as you’d see it if you were looking down the machine gun’s barrel. But that made shooting and killing instantaneous. And.50 caliber bullets didn’t really fly that way. In combat, you didn’t aim where the enemy aircraft was, you aimed where it was going to be. Like shooting skeet, you lead
the target.
Somewhat immodestly, he wondered if the reason he never had any trouble with aerial gunnery, in training or in combat, was that he’d shot a hell of a lot of skeet. That was probably true, he concluded. And true of Billy, too. There was a wall full of shotguns in his house.
Knocking little clay disks out of the air with a shotgun probably had a lot to do with me being here and in one piece, instead of dead. Or wrapped in two miles of white gauze, tied up like a goddamned mummy, like Dick.
The lights came on.
Colonel Porter stepped to the lectern and tapped the microphone with his fingernail.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I have to confess-and I am sure that Captain O’Fallon shares my feeling-that it is somewhat embarrassing to have to stand here after everybody has seen proof of how Lieutenants Dunn and Pickering cleaned our clocks.”
There came the expected laughter.
“One final observation, gentlemen, and then we can begin our cocktail hour. I’m sure you all noticed how brief those film segments were.
None of them lasted more than a couple of seconds. I hope you understand how that works. The cameras were activated only when the gun trigger was depressed. And Lieutenants Dunn and Pickering only fired when they were sure of their target, when they knew they were within range and were going to hit what they aimed at.”
The students and some of the IPs looked at Dunn and Pickering. One of them started to applaud, and others joined in.
I wonder if I look as uncomfortable as Grandpa Bill.
“To the victor goes the spoils,” Colonel Porter said. “Tradition requires that the senior officer present is served first. But I think we can waive that tonight. Waiter, would you please serve Lieutenant Dunn and Lieutenant Pickering?”
A white-jacketed waiter appeared. He was carrying a silver tray on which were two glasses filled with a dark liquid and ice cubes.
Thank God! I can really use a drink!
“A toast, Mr. Dunn, if you please,” Colonel Porter said.
Bill Dunn raised his glass.
“To The Corps,” he said.
Pick took a sip.
Jesus, what the hell is this?
It’s tea, that’s what it is! I’ll be a sonofabitch!
He looked at the lectern. Lieutenant Colonel J. Danner Porter, USMC, was smiling benignly at him.
“I think,” Lieutenant Dunn said softly, “that that’s what is known as ‘inspired chickenshit.’ ”
“I just hope it means we are forgiven,” Pick said.
“You mean for getting drunk?”
“We paid for that by being here. What I mean is for cleaning his clock.”
Dunn laughed, and then his face changed.
“I have just fallen in love again,” he said. “Will you look at that in the doorway?”
Pick turned.
“That one’s off-limits, Billy,” Pick said as Mrs. Martha Sayre Culhane started walking across the floor to him. She looked every bit as incredibly beautiful as he remembered her.
“Lieutenant Pickering, how nice to see you,” she said. “It’s been some time, hasn’t it?”
“Hello, Martha.”
“I’m Bill Dunn, Ma’am.”
“I know,” she said.
“Bill, Martha,” Pick said.
“Do you suppose you could get me one of those?” Martha said, nodding at Pick’s tea with ice cubes.
“It’s tea,” Pick said.
Colonel Porter walked up.
“Good afternoon, Miss Sayre,” he said.
“It’s Mrs. Culhane,” Martha said.
“Oh, God! Excuse me!”
“My father sent me to ask when you’re going to be through with Lieutenant Pickering, Colonel. Anytime soon?”
“Why, I think the Admiral could have him right now, Mrs. Culhane.”
“Thank you,” Martha said. She turned to Bill Dunn. “You don’t have to worry about his getting home, Mr. Dunn. I’ll see that he gets there, either tonight or perhaps in the morning.”