W E B Griffin – Corp 06 – Close Combat

And he actually went into the pits to personally score McCoy’s bull’s-eyes as Maggie’s drawers. Then I got in the act, and refired McCoy for record. The second time, with me calling his shots through a spotter scope, he scored High Expert. And that night all those disqualifying reports mysteriously vanished from his file.

Candidate McCoy graduated with his class and was commissioned. And then he dropped out of sight. Stecker heard that he was working for G-2 in Washington; but later he heard that McCoy had been with the 2nd Raider Battalion on the Makin Island raid.

I wonder whatever happened to that sonofabitch Macklin?

“Congratulations on your promotion,” Colonel,” McCoy said, without responding to the apology for being called “Killer.”

“I’m still in shock,” Stecker confessed. “It just happened. How did you find out?”

“General Vandegrift told me,” McCoy said. “He also told me what happened to your son. I was sorry to hear that.”

“What were you doing with the General?” Stecker wondered aloud. Lieutenants seldom hold conversations with general officers, much less obtain personal data from them about field-grade officers.

“I’m on my way to the States,” McCoy said. “I was told to see if my boss can do anything for him in the States.”

“Your boss is?”

“General Pickering.”

“What have you been doing here?”

“We replaced the Coastwatcher detachment on Buka,” McCoy said matter-of-factly.

Stecker had heard about that operation; and he was not surprised to hear that McCoy was involved, or that he was working for Fleming Pickering. “It went off all right, I guess?” Colonel Stecker asked.

“It went so smoothly, it scared me. Colonel-”

“I’m going to have trouble getting used to that title,” Stecker interrupted.

“It took a while, but I’m now used to being called ‘lieutenant,’ ” McCoy said. “I never thought that would happen. They wouldn’t have promoted you if they didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Or unless they’ve reached the bottom of the barrel so far as officers are concerned. One or the other.”

“What I started to say was that I’m going home via Pearl. Pick Pickering asked me to go by the Naval Hospital to see your son. I thought maybe you’d want me to tell him something, or…”

“I expect they’re doing all they can for him,” Stecker said. “You could tell him… Tell him you saw me, and that I’m proud of him.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Colonel Stecker was aware that he had just done something he rarely did, let his emotions show.

“What can I do for you, McCoy?” he asked.

“That’s my question, Sir. General Pickering told me to look you up and see what he could do for you. Or what I could.”

“That’s very kind of the General…” Stecker said, and then paused. “We were in France together, in the last war, did you know that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I was a buck sergeant, and he was a corporal. We were as close as Pick and my son Dick are.”

“Yes, Sir. He told me.”

“So please tell him, McCoy, that I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t think of a damned thing I need.”

“Aye, aye, Sir.”

“When are you going to Pearl?”

“We were supposed to go today, but when the R4D pilots came in from Espiritu Santo, they found something wrong with the airplane. They’re fixing it now, so I guess in the morning.”

Stecker put out his hand.

“It was good to see you, McCoy. And thank you. But now I have to get back to my battalion.”

“Could I tag along with you, Sir?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“I feel like a feather merchant just hanging around waiting to be flown out of here,” McCoy said simply. “Maybe I could be useful.”

“I don’t think anyone thinks of you as a feather merchant, McCoy,” Stecker said. “But come along, if you like.”

[FIVE]

VMF-229

Henderson Field

0930 Hours 13 October 1942

“Well, look who’s come home,” First Lieutenant William C. Dunn, USMCR, said to First Lieutenant Malcolm S. Pickering, USMCR. When he walked into the tent, Dunn found Pickering sitting on his bunk.

Pickering reached around and picked up from the bunk a small cloth bundle tied with string. With both hands, he shot it like a basketball at Dunn.

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