Private First Class Jacob Gregory "Jake" Meyer - Fireteam Bravo, Third Squad, Second Platoon, Delta Company, Second Military Police Battalion, II Marine Expeditionary Force Command Element, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
07:04:15 ATC/July 4th, 1968 - 20:00/ 8:00 PM
'Ah. The American dream.'
It have been sixteen months since the Devil Dog returned from the rice paddies and jungles of Vietnam. The United States Marine was in the South East Asian country fighting off the North Vietnamese and Viet Cong after they foolishly decided to sink the USS Maddox after Kennedy pleaded for peace.
Now, Meyer was safe back home, not worrying about snakes, punji sticks, the frequent rain, and multiple other reasons why the Hoosier will never go back to Vietnam for even a vacation.
"It's such a beautiful night, Jake. Thank you for bringing me here." A high pitch voice said next to him on the blanket.
It was the voice of a human female and her name is Sara Kelrein and surprisingly she came from a different galaxy and a planet called Corellia.
It all started just over a year ago when Jake was called up to assist in security as the extraterrestrial ship landed to conduct a diplomatic mission with Earth.
Private First Class Jacob Gregory "Jake" Meyer - Fireteam Bravo, Third Squad, Second Platoon, Delta Company, Second Military Police Battalion, II Marine Expeditionary Force Command Element, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Andrews Air Force Base - Washington, District of Columbia, United States of America, North America, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
06:16:14 ATC/June 16th, 1967 - 15:42/ 3:42 PM
"You think we'll even stand a chance, Jake?" David asked as he manned the M60 machine gun on the M151.
"I honestly don't know." The Hoosier simpered as knelt behind the Jeep and placed his left elbow on top of the hood before aiming his M14 service rifle, peering through the aperture. "But if possible, I'm sure that I can strike some of them down. Remember the terrorists from the Pink Liberation Army I was forced to shoot a while back?"
"The ones who decided to take three hostages, including a cousin of yours, and demand Uncle Sam to free the traitorous whore as a 'peaceful protest' only for them to not realize that your female relative is a communications specialist?" Hendricks recalled. "Say, didn't you nab Jane Fonda in the first place?"
"I'll tell you all about it, including Nikki's antics, later. Right now, we should be concerned with a possible incident with extraterrestrials and this could make the Cuban Missile Crisis five years ago a minor affair."
"You don't say." His fellow Gyrene gulped, realizing the need for focus.
"Listen up Marines!" The barking of their immediate supervisor, Staff Sergeant William Carson, even heightened the pair's attention further . "We are going to assist the Secret Service , Army, and the Chair Force in securing the area! We do not know who exactly our astronauts met, but we're going to be on alert, especially with the President greeting them!"
"AYE STAFF SERGEANT!" The subordinates in the Military Police detachment enthusiastically responded as four additional Jeeps stopped two hundred feet away from the extraterrestrial spacecraft and twelve Marines hopped off the vehicles while four others remained on the turret, keeping vigilance with the M-60s.
"Clear left!" Lance Corporal Andrew Petersen shouted as he aimed the M1897 shotgun to the left.
"Clear right!" Another with an M1928A1 Thompson called out.
"All clear!"
Carson nodded at his Marines and spoke into the radio of the closest Jeep. "Baseplate? This is Bravo Two-Four. All clear in our area, over?"
"Roger that Bravo Two-Four. The Eagle will be out shortly."
It wasn't even five minutes before the convoy carrying the President of the United States began their approach to greet the visitors of another world.
The Secret Service had learned a valuable lesson five years earlier when a communist nutjob by the name of Lee Harvey Oswald attempted to assassinate the President, but luckily an off-duty Dallas Policeman by the name of Jack Ruby spotted the barrel of a rifle sticking outside the School Book Depository and he alerted security.
The gunman was killed by the Police as he attempted to shoot his way out.
Shaking his head at the absolute foolishness of the bastard, Jake prepared himself as the hatch to the ship opened up with John Fitzgerald Kennedy extending his hands to a cat-like being.
"Welcome to Earth ambassador. As a representative of the free world, I personally wish us luck in the exchange of our cultures."
"The pleasure is mine Mister President." The talkative tiger smiled. "Come. Let us discuss our civilizations."
The President of the United States and the ambassador started to walk away from the vessel, but the Marines and the other Earthlings eyes widened at who was behind the feline.
The guard took off the helmet and IT WAS HUMAN!
And it wasn't a male human either. The dark copper-haired, pale green-eyed woman was wearing some sort of white-colored armor with yellowish-orange markings.
"Hey, Jake?" Donald questioned. "Who's the doll?"
Meyer stared at the highly attractive redhead for a few moments before facing Don.
"I don't know, but I believe we'll find out."
Present day...
"Yeah, well this night is nothing compared to you, Sara." The American declared, causing the Corellian to blush.
"Aww...You're so sweet."
Jake was going to respond when another voice interrupted the couple. "If you lovebirds are finished, I just want to inform you that I brought the beer."
It was Sam, a childhood friend of Jake's whose currently on leave. Sergeant Samuel Westbrook is a paratrooper in the famed 82nd Airborne Division and he managed to participate in the Independence Day celebrations amongst family and friends.
"Asshole." Meyer muttered before he reached into the cooler and grabbed a Budweiser for himself and one for Sara.
It still amazes the Devil Dog that the Corellian could drink him under the table, but that's not the point. The point is that the leatherneck truly enjoyed the time they had together so far.
He learned that the redhead was an orphan and she enlisted in the Republic Army at the age of sixteen and she's currently a corporal in its SpecForce Division.
Snorting at the thoughts of forming a relationship with an extragalactic human female that somehow managed to pass Special Forces training, the Military Policeman handed his sweetheart her drink.
"Here you are, babe. An all American beer."
"Thank you, larel." She smiled sweetly before placing a peck on his cheek.
She looks absolutely stunning in the dress his mother gave her. Originally, Sara was going to wear her galaxy's equivalent to a service uniform with pants but Misses Meyer somehow convinced the Corellian to wear the teal colored dress for the celebrations in order to draw attention away from herself.
And shortly after the redhead kissed his cheek, the fireworks started to ring out as the show began.
"Here's to a great Fourth of July." Sam toasted. "May America last to two thousand years and more."
The glasses were clinked and the trio watched as the display continued.
