Even though he had left the Marine's years before, Harriet could not
seem to find the General's retired life. Having a bag already packed, the
General, his wife, and Harriet had left for the military base immediately.
It was only when they touched down that Harriet had called the Admiral and
her husband to tell them that all was going to plan. On the way to the
hotel she briefed her fellow travelers on the situation once more, and
trued to prepare them for what was ahead.
"Get me a marine, Lieutenant." The general said.
"Sir?" Harriet asked.
"A marine. Pass me the phone." He ordered and then dialed. "Charlie," he said when he was connected, "It's George Danaca. I need you to send me your best drill sergeant. I'm at the Regency hotel in town. I'll brief him when he arrives. I'll be in the room under Mackenzie."
Harriet watched as he listened for a bit, watching him smile slightly. "Yes. I'll tell them."
"General Winslow wants you to tell Admiral Chegwidden that he's sending Matt's body over tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir. I will relay the message." Harriet said and then sat back quietly for the rest of the drive. She thought about the Colonel, her son's godmother. She'd done as much as she could to prepare the Danaca's. Now she worried if she had prepared herself. What would her best friend look like? Would she even act normally around her? Harriet thought back to another time Mac had fallen off of the wagon, and remembered her attitude back then. However, now she was grieving as well.
She wished Bud were with her. She always felt so much stronger when he was around. She knew that she could always lean on her husband. With him so far away, she felt so small and helpless.
"Get me a marine, Lieutenant." The general said.
"Sir?" Harriet asked.
"A marine. Pass me the phone." He ordered and then dialed. "Charlie," he said when he was connected, "It's George Danaca. I need you to send me your best drill sergeant. I'm at the Regency hotel in town. I'll brief him when he arrives. I'll be in the room under Mackenzie."
Harriet watched as he listened for a bit, watching him smile slightly. "Yes. I'll tell them."
"General Winslow wants you to tell Admiral Chegwidden that he's sending Matt's body over tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir. I will relay the message." Harriet said and then sat back quietly for the rest of the drive. She thought about the Colonel, her son's godmother. She'd done as much as she could to prepare the Danaca's. Now she worried if she had prepared herself. What would her best friend look like? Would she even act normally around her? Harriet thought back to another time Mac had fallen off of the wagon, and remembered her attitude back then. However, now she was grieving as well.
She wished Bud were with her. She always felt so much stronger when he was around. She knew that she could always lean on her husband. With him so far away, she felt so small and helpless.