Still, Macklin was of several minds about Dillon himself. For one thing, Lieutenant Macklin was an Annapolis graduate, a career Marine officer, and Major Dillon was not. Consequently, he wasn’t entirely sure of the wisdom of directly commissioning a former China Marine sergeant as a major simply because the sergeant had become a press agent for a Hollywood studio after leaving The Corps. At the same time, it could be argued that The Corps needed the expertise of such a man. Such, anyhow, had been the opinion of the Assistant Commandant, who had arranged for Dillon’s commissioning. Brigadier General J. J. Stewart, head of Marine Corps Public Relations, had been good enough to pass this information on to Macklin, and Macklin was grateful to have learned it.
Lieutenant Macklin was also not at all sure how Major Dillon felt about him. Both at Lakewood and at the 4th General Hospital, he sensed that Dillon did not wholly approve of him. It was of course likely that ex-Sergeant Dillon was a little uncomfortable with major’s leaves on his shoulders, especially in the presence of a regular officer of a lesser rank.
And then, too, Lieutenant Macklin was more than a little disappointed when General Stewart telephoned to tell him that, in addition to his other duties, Major Dillon would be “taking responsibility” for the Second War Bond Tour, and that for the time being at least Dillon would be operating out of Los Angeles. Macklin had thought-indeed, he’d been told-that he would be running the Second War Bond Tour. He wondered if this-it was in effect a kind of demotion-would affect his chances for promotion. God knows, that was overdue.
On the other hand, problems had already arisen in taking what Macklin had come to think of as “Tour Two” out of the starting gate. These problems were certainly not his fault; but if they got out of hand, they would almost certainly reflect adversely on him. Dillon’s presence would at least take him out of the line of fire. If anything went bad, Dillon, as the senior officer, would obviously be responsible.
Macklin rose from behind his desk and walked somewhat stiffly to the door. His leg was still giving him a little trouble. When he had to be on his feet for any length of time, he supported himself with a cane.
“Good morning, Sir,” Macklin called. “It’s good to see you, again, Sir.”
Dillon crossed the room to him.
“How are you, Macklin? How’s your leg?” Dillon asked, offering his hand.
“Coming along just fine, Sir. A little stiff. Thank you for asking. Sir, General Stewart has been trying to get in touch with you. He asks that you call him immediately.”
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“He said it was good news, Sir. About Easterbrook.”
Well, that is good news, Dillon thought. Stewart is telling me he finally got Personnel off their ass and they’ve come up with a set of records for the Easterbunny. That means I can get him paid and get leave orders cut for him, and let him go home.
“I’ll call him later in the morning. And I’ve got some good news, too. Veronica Wood has graciously agreed to lend her presence to this war bond tour.”
“That’s wonderful!”
“You better get a press release out on it right away… check with Mort Cooperman at Metro-Magnum, he’s got their still-photo lab running off a hundred eight-by-ten glossies to send out with them. I told him to use the shot of her in the negligee where you can see her nipples.”
“Aye, aye, Sir,” Lieutenant Macklin said. He was familiar with the photograph Dillon referred to. On the one hand, in his opinion, it bordered upon the lewd and lascivious; but on the other, he felt sure that newspapers across the country would print it.
“So bring me up to speed,” Dillon said. “What have you got laid on so far?”
“I have the tentative schedule in my desk, Sir,” Macklin said. “There are, I’m afraid, two problems.”
“Which are?”
“There are six Guadalcanal aces assigned to the tour, Sir, as you know. Three of them are here. I’ve put them up in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. They gave us a very attractive rate, Major.”