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Friday, June 13, 2003
It's the pulse-pounding, page-turning, sphincter-tightening crapfest of the year!
Everyone is all atwitter over Babblin' Jed Babbin's column over at NRO where he says that Osama Bin Laden will attempt to "interfere with Mr. Bush's reelection", even though George Bush is the best thing that ever happened to Osama. Rile up the Middle East against the US? George did it. Pull the troops out of Saudi Arabia? George is doing it. Decrease freedom in America? George is on it. Recruit more followers to al Qaeda? George is the poster boy.
But I'll let the others parse Mr Babbin's words when it comes to geopolitical strategy. I wanna talk about his book: Legacy of Valor.
What is it about? I'm glad you asked. Let's look at the books description:
What has the politics of the 90s done to America's armed forces? Has the culture of the fighting man - of duty, honor, and country - been sacrificed on the altar of political correctness? Jed Babbin's new novel, LEGACY OF VALOR, takes on these questions with an exciting mixture of explosive action, low politics, and high valor. LEGACY OF VALOR is the story of a Navy SEAL lieutenant, Cully O'Bannon, and his platoon or tough, smart adrenaline addicts. After carrying out a key mission on the eve of the Gulf War, Cully and his men return to a country now led by a man whose dislike for the military is only exceeded by his ineptness in foreign policy. The SEALs, now a target of budget cuts and social experimentation, face extinction when an accident in a rescue mission makes them the focus of the wrath of the President and his powerful allies in the Senate. The SEALs only hope is a beautiful staffer who works for a senator whose seniority is the best weapon in fighting ! for the SEALs' continued existence. Meanwhile, war is brewing in the Middle East. While the Senate pillories the SEALs in televised hearings, an unthinkable alliance of Russian terrorists-for-hire and Arab dictators is held in check only by the fear of American intervention. When the plan to threaten New York with nuclear blackmail unfolds, America must search for the weapon it has thrown away - Cully O'Bannon and his small band of men who have been scattered across the country in the Navy's efforts to obey the short-sighted demands of the politicians. LEGACY OF VALOR is a story of military life in the 90s, told from the standpoint of the professional soldier. It's a story laced with real military tactics, political satire torn from today's headlines, and enough action to satisfy the more hard-core adventure reader. In Cully O'Bannon, a new American hero is brought to life in this story of love, honor, and stubborn trust in the values that made America.
Are your nipples hard yet? Well they should be. I mean, Cully O'Bannon? A beautiful staffer? Real military tactics? Stereotypes? Nouns? Verbs? Lots of adjectives? Hey, who wouldn't be excited? Here's an excerpt:
16 January 1991
0800 Hours
Outside Riyadh, Saudi Arabi
"Great place, Chief. No whiskey. No good movies. No place to do anything other than sit and fry in the goddamn desert."
"Quit yer bitchin', Franco. This is Moslem country, an' we gotta respect the rules. Are you gonna bet or not?" Chief Perkins was a patient man. Especially when running his book.
The two looked at the subjects of the bet. One, a tall husky blond kid, was stretching to warm up. The other, a shorter black black man, stood with his arms crossed. He closely resembled a fire hydrant.
"You sure nobody ever beat Chief Wilson?"
"No. I ain't sure, and I also ain't sure that the record is twenty flips. An' guess who holds the record?"
"Okay, okay. I'll put five bucks on Tommy."
"Awright, ladies. The book is closed. We will now toss the coin. Tommy, as the younger guy you call it." He flipped a quarter in the air.
"Heads."
"Ah, the victim calls heads, and heads it is. Okay, master chief. On your face."
The stocky black man lay face down in the hot sand, a big shitty grin on his face. This was his game. One-armed pushups were his specialty. Other men were younger and more enthusiastic. But old age and treachery always beat youth and enthusiasm. Almost always.
The larger blond man lay face up on top of him.
"Okay, you know the rules for 'One Arm.' The bottom man can only use one arm to flop over. The top man can't do anything but balance on top, and hang on. You go until somebody quits. The guy on top when the bottom man wears out, wins. Ready? Go."
I'll stop there, because I wouldn't want to spoil the fun. Besides, Sully had to go get a tissue.
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