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by The Aquitaine Progression [lit]


  within the darkness. The maniacal face of General

  George Marcus Delavane. He was about to begin an

  indeterminate stay in hell, courtesy of a madman. And

  as he later learned, the losses were ink nitely greater on

  the ground.

  Delavane! The Butcher of Danang and Pleiku.

  Waster of thousands, throwing battalion after

  battalion into the jungles and the hills with neither

  adequate training nor sufficient firepower. Wounded,

  frightened children had been marched into the

  camps, bewildered, trying not to weep and, finally

  understanding, weeping out of control. The stories

  they told were a thousand variations on the same

  sickening theme. Inexperi

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  enced,untried troops had been sent into battle

  within days after disembarkation; the weight of

  sheer numbers was expected to vanquish the often

  unseen enemy. And when the numbers did not

  work, more numbers were sent. For three years

  command headquarters listened to a maniac.

  Delavane! The warlord of Saigon, fabricator of body

  counts, with no acknowledgment of blown-apart

  faces and severed limbs, liar and extoller of death

  without a cause! A man who had proved, finally, to

  be too lethal even for the Pentagon zealots a

  zealot who had outdistanced his own, in the end

  revolting his own. He had been recalled and

  retired only to write diatribes read by fanatics who

  fed their own personal furies.

  Men like that can't be allowed anymore, don 't you

  understand? He was the enemy, Otis enemy! Those

  had been Converse's own words, shouted in a fever

  of outrage before a panel of uniformed questioners

  who had looked at each other avoiding him, not

  wanting to respond to those words. They had

  thanked him perfunctorily, told him that the nation

  awed him and thousands like him a great debt, and

  with regard to his final comments he should try to

  understand that there were often many sides to an

  issue, and that the complex execution of command

  frequently was not what it appeared to be. In any

  event, the President had called upon the nation to

  bind its wounds; what good was served by fueling

  old controversies? And then the final kicker, the

  threat.

  "You yourself briefly assumed the terrible

  responsibility of leadership, Lieutenant," said a

  pale-faced Navy lawyer, barely glancing at Joel, his

  eyes scanning the pages of a file folder. "Before you

  made your final and successful escape by yourself,

  from a pit in the ground away from the main

  camp you led two previous attempts involving a

  total of seventeen prisoners of war. Fortunately you

  survived, but eight men did not. I'm sure that you,

  as their leader, their tactician, never anticipated a

  casualty risk of nearly fifty percent. It's been said

  often, but perhaps not often enough: command is

  awesome, Lieutenant."

  Translation: Don't join the freaks, soldier. You

  survived, but eight were killed. Were there

  circumstances the military is not aware of, tactics that

  protected some more than others, one more than

  others: One man who managed to break out by

  himself eluding guards that shot on sight prisoners on

  the loose at night? Merely to raise the question by

  mOpening a specific file will produce a stigma that

  willfollow you

  THE AQUITAINE PROGRESSION 23

  for the rest of your life. Back oft; soldier. We've got you

  by simply raising a question we all know should not be

  raised, but we'll do it because we've taken enough }yak.

  We'll cut it off wherever we can. Be ha ppy you

  survived and got out. Now, get out.

  At that moment, Converse had been as close to

  consciously throwing away his life as he would ever

  have thought possible. Physically assaulting that

  panel of sanctimonious hypocrites had not been out

  of the question, until he studied the face of each

  man, his peripheral gaze taking in rows of tunic

  ribbons, battle stars on most. Then a strange thing

  had happened: disgust, revulsion and

  compassion swept over him. These were panicked

  men, a number having committed their lives to their

  country's practice of war . . . only to have been

  conned, as he had been conned. If to protect what

  was decent meant protecting the worst, who was to

  say they were wrong? Where were the saints? Or the

  sinners? Could there be any of either when all were

  victims?

  Disgust, however, won out. Lieutenant Joel

  Converse, USNR, could not bring himself to give a

  final salute to that council of his superiors. In

  silence, he had turned, with no military bearing

  whatsoever, and walked out of the room as if he had

  pointedly spat on the Hoor.

  A flash of light again from the boulevard, a

  blinding echo of the sun from the Quai du Mont

  Blanc. He was in Geneva, not in a North Vietnamese

  camp holding children who vomited while telling

  their stories, or in San Diego being separated from

  the United States Navy. He was in Geneva, and the

  man sitting across the table knew everything he was

  thinking and feeling.

  "Why me?" whispered Joel.

  "Because, as they say," said Halliday, "you could

  be motivated. That's the simple answer. A story was

  told. The captain of your aircraft carrier refused to

  put his planes in the air for the strike that Delavane

  demanded. Several storms had moved in; he called

  it suicidal. But Delavane forced him to, threatened

  to call the macho White House and have the captain

  stripped of his command. You led that strike. It's

  where you got it."

  "I'm alive," said Converse Hatly. "Twelve hundred

  kids never saw the next day and maybe a thousand

  more wished they never had."

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  "And you were in the captain's quarters when

  Mad Marcus Delavane made his threats and called

  the shots."

  "I was there," agreed Converse, no comment in

  his voice. Then he shook his head in bewilderment.

  'Everything I told you about myself you've heard

  it before."

  "Read it before," corrected the lawyer from

  California. "Like you and I think we're the best in

  the business under fifty I don't put a hell of a lot

  of stock in the written word. I have to hear a voice,

  or see a face."

  "I didn't answer you."

  "You didn't have to."

  "But you have to answer me now. You're not

  here for Comm Tech-Bern, are you?"

  ''Yes, that part's true," said Halliday. "Only the

  Swiss didn't come to me, I went to them. I've been

  watching you, waiting for the moment. It had to be

  the right one, perfectly natural, geographically

  logical."

  "Why? What do you mean?"

  "Because I'm being watched.... Rosen did have a />
  stroke. I heard about it, contacted Bern, and made

  a plausible case for myself."

  "Your reputation was enough."

  "It helped, but I needed more. I said we knew

  each other, that we went way back which God

  knows was true and as much as I respected you, I

  implied that you were extremely astute with finals,

  and that I was familiar with your methods. I also put

  my price high enough."

  "An irresistible combination for the Swiss," said

  Converse.

  "I'm glad you approve."

  "But I don't," contradicted Joel. "I don't approve

  of you at all, least of all your methods. You haven't

  told me anything, just made cryptic remarks about

  an unidentified group of people you say are

  dangerous, and brought up the name of a man you

  knew would provoke a response. Maybe you're just

  a freak, after all, still pushing that safe Yippee

  label."

  "Calling someone a 'freak' is subjectively

  prejudicial in the extreme, counselor, and would be

  stricken from the record."

  "Still, the point's been made with the jury,

  lawyer-man," said Converse quietly but with anger.

  "And I'm making it now."

  "Don't prejudge the safety," continued Halliday in a

  THE AQUITAINE PROGRESSION 25

  voice that was equally quiet. "I'm not safe, and

  outside of a proclivity for cowardice, there's a wife

  and five children back in San Francisco I care deeply

  about."

  "So you come to me because I have no

  such what was it? priority entanglements?"

  "I came to you because you're invisible, you're

  not involved, and because you're the best, and I can't

  do ill legally can't do it, and it's got to be done

  legally."

  ' Why don't you say what you mean?" demanded

  Converse. "Because if you don't I'm getting up and

  we'll see each other later across a table."

  "I represented Delavane," said Halliday quickly.

  "God help me I didn't know what I was doing, and

  very few people approved, but I made a point we

  used to make all the time. Unpopular causes and

  people also deserve representation."

  "I can't argue with that."

  "You don't know the cause. I do. I found out."

  'What cause?"

  Halliday leaned forward. "The generals," he said,

  his voice barely audible. "They're coming back."

  Joel looked closely at the Californian. "From

  where? I didn't know they'd been away."

  "From the past," said Halliday. "From years ago."

  Converse sat back in the chair, now amused.

  "Good Lord, I thought your kind were extinct. Are

  you talking about the Pentagon menace, Press it is

  'Press,' isn't it? The San Francisco short-form, or was

  it from Haight-Ashbury, or the Beverly Hills

  something or other? You're a little behind the times;

  you already stormed the Presidio."

  "Please, don't make jokes. I'm not joking."

  "Of course not. It's Seven Days in May, or is it

  Five Days in August? It's August now, so let's call it

  The Old-Time Guns of August. Nice ring, I think."

  "Stop ill There's nothing remotely funny, and if

  there were, I'd find it before you did."

  "That's a comment, I suppose," said.Joel.

  "You're goddamned right it is, because I didn't go

  through what you went through. I stayed out of it, I

  wasn't conned, and that means I can laugh at fanatics

  because they never hurt me, and I still think it's the

  best ammunition against them. But not now. There's

  nothing to laugh at nowl"

  "Permit me a small chuckle," said Converse

  without smiling. "Even in my most paranoid moments

  I never subscribed

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  to the conspiracy theory that has the military

  running Washington. It couldn't happen."

  "It might be less apparent than in other

  countries, but that's all I'll grant you."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It would undoubtedly be much more obvious in

  Israel, certainly in Johannesburg, quite possibly in

  France and Bonn, even the UK none of them

  takes its pretences that seriously. But I suppose

  you've got a point. Washington will drape the

  conshtubonal robes around itself until they become

  threadbare and fall away revealing a uniform,

  incidentally."

  Joel stared at the face in front of him. You're

  not joking, are you? And you're too bright to try to

  snow me."

  "Or con you," added Halliday. "Not after that

  label I wore while watching you in pajamas halfway

  across the world. I couldn't do it."

  "I think I believe you.... You menhoned several

  countries, specific countries. Some aren't speaking,

  others barely; a few have bad blood and worse

  memories. On purpose?"

  "Yes," nodded the Californian. "It doesn't make

  any difference because the group I'm talking about

  thinks it has a cause that will ultimately unite them

  all. And run them all their way."

  "The generals?"

  "And admirals, and brigadiers, and field

  marshals old soldiers who pitched their tents in the

  right camp. So far right there's been no label since

  the Reichstag."

  "Come on, Avery!" Converse shook his head in

  exasperabon. "A bunch of tired old warhorses "

  "Recruiting and indoctrinating young, hard,

  capable new commanders," interrupted Halliday.

  " coughing their last bellows." Joel stopped.

  "Have you proof of that?" he asked, each word

  spoken slowly.

  "Not enough . . . but with some digging . . .

  maybe enough."

  "Goddamn it, stop being elliptical."

  "Among the possible recruits, twenty or so

  names at the State Department and the Pentagon,"

  said Halliday. "Men who clear export licenses and

  who spend millions upon millions because they're

  allowed to spend it, all of which, naturally, widens

  any circle of friends."

  "And influence," stated Converse. "What about

  London, Paris, and Bonn Johannesburg and Tel

  Aviv?"

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  "Again names."

  "How firm?"

  They were there, l saw them myself. It was an

  accident. How many have taken an oath I don't

  know, but they were there, and their stripes fit the

  philosophical pattern."

  ' The Reichstag?"

  More encompassing. A global Third Reich. All

  they need is a Hitler."

  Where does Delavane fit in?"

  He may anoint one. He may designate the Fuhrer."

  That's ridiculous. Who'd take him seriously?"

  He was taken seriously before. You saw the results."

  That was then, not now. You're not answering

  the question."

  - Men who thought he was right before, and don't

  fool yourself, they're out there by the thousands.

  What's mind-blowing is that there are a few dozen

  with enough seed money to finance his and their

&
nbsp; delusions which, of course, they don't see as

  delusions at all, only as the proper evolution of

  current history, all other ideologies having failed

  miserably."

  Joel started to speak, then stopped, his thoughts

  suddenly altered. 'Why haven't you gone to someone

  who can stop them? Stop him."

  Who?"

  "I shouldn't have to tell you that. Any number of

  people in the government elected and

  appointed and more than a dozen departments. For

  starters, there's Justice."

  "I'd be laughed out of Washington," said Halliday.

  "Beyond the fact that we have no proof as I told you,

  just names, suppositions don't forget that Yippie

  label I once wore. They'd pin it on me again and tell

  me to get lost."

  "But you represented Delavane."

  "Which only compounds the problem by

  introducing the legal aspects. I shouldn't have to tell

  you that."

  "The lawyer-client relationship." Converse nodded.

  "You're in a morass before you can make a charge.

  Unless you've got hard evidence against your client,

  proof that he's going to commit further crimes and

  that you're aiding the commission of those crimes by

  keeping silent."

  ' Which proof I don't have," interrupted the

  Californian.

  "Then no one will touch you," added Joel.

  "Especially ambitious lawyers at Justice; they don't

  want their postgov

 

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