I can't tell him about Caroline. If I told him that I actually met a woman from a background like that, that she drove across the country with me, that we stayed at the Andrew Foster Hotel as the guests of Andrew Foster, he would think it was one hundred-percent bullshit, probably concocted because he had just told me Hot Pants O'Malley is now screwing this guy Dunn. If he believed there really was a woman named Caroline who drove out to the West Coast with me, he would be sure she was some tramp I met in a bar. Be would not believe the suite in the Andrew Foster at all. Not that he thinks I'm an imaginative liar, but because all of that belongs to a world that he can 't even imagine.
Instead, Galloway said, "You seem pissed off about it."
"Pussy's in short supply in Hawaii, as you damned well know. A girl like that, she can do great things for morale. But it seems to me that if she wants to pass it around, she could find somebody who's not afraid to fight to pass it out to."
Oh, shit! I can't let him get away with that!
After a moment, Oblensky sensed the tension.
"I say something wrong?" he asked.
"Yeah, Steve, you did," Galloway said. "Did you really think I would just sit here, as your commanding officer, and let you accuse one of your officers-one of my officers-of cowardice?"
"Everybody knows he ran away from Midway," Oblensky said.
"No, goddamnit, everybody doesn't know that. Colonel Dawkins doesn't know, I don't know, and you goddamned sure don't know. You keep your mouth shut about Lieutenant Dunn. Not only in front of me, but everywhere."
Oblensky looked at him in surprise, but said nothing.
"There is an expected reply from a non-com when an officer gives him an order," Galloway said, coldly.
Oblensky wet his lips. There was a just perceptible pause before he said, "Aye, aye, Sir."
That was pretty chickenshit of you, Charley Galloway, pulling rank on him that way, Galloway thought. And then he thought: Fuck him. He was wrong. And that's why they give officers rank, to use it And then he had a final, more than a little satisfying, even a little smug, thought: I didn't handle that badly at all Maybe I just can hack it as an officer, a squadron commander.
(Two) OFFICER'S CLUB
PEARL HARBOR NAVAL BASE
OAHU, TERRITORY OF HAWAII
1630 HOURS 27 JUNE 1942
Uniform Regulations of the United States Naval Base, Pearl Harbor, specified the white uniform for wear after 1700 hours in social situations, e.g., while dining in the Main Officer's Club. But because there were exigencies of the service which brought officers to Pearl Harbor without their whites-such as for example the fact that there was a war on-there was a caveat: The words "whenever possible" had been added.
It was a loophole through which most Marine and many Naval aviators leapt en masse. White uniforms were expensive to begin with, they soiled easily and often permanently, and as a general rule of thumb they could be worn only once before requiring a trip to the laundry/dry cleaners.
When Captain Charles M. Galloway came into the Main Officer's Club, he saw at the bar another Marine officer dressed as he was. They were both wearing a tropical worsted uniform, shirt, trousers, and the khaki necktie that the Corps called a "field scarf"-for reasons Galloway never understood. "TWs" were not only more comfortable than whites, they did not require very extra careful movement of cup or fork to the mouth, and could often be worn three times before a visit to the dry cleaners.
That has to be Lieutenant William C. Dunn, Galloway thought. He's a first John aviator, "a good looking kid," as Colonel Dawkins called him, and he is rubbing knees with Mary Agnes O'Malley.
As he walked to the bar, Charley noticed that Dunn was wearing his wings, but no ribbons. He was entitled to wear the Purple Heart after the Japs almost turned him into a soprano.
As soon as Lieutenant (j.g.) Mary Agnes O'Malley, Nurse Corps, USN, recognized Charley, she discreetly withdrew the knee she'd draped over Lieutenant Dunn's and smiled at Galloway. There was, Charley thought, more than a little hint of naughty invitation in her eyes.
"Well, look at what the tide threw up on the beach!" she cried, and got off the bar stool.
Just looking at her, you 'd never guess what she likes to do- have done to her-in the sack. I wonder if she's doing that to Dunn? Or got him to do it to her?
"Hello, Mary Agnes," Galloway said. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him her cheek to kiss, managing in the maneuver to rub her breasts against his abdomen.
"Charley, this is Lieutenant Bill Dunn," Mary Agnes said, touching Dunn's shoulder with her hand. "Bill, this is Captain Charley Galloway."
"Hello, Dunn," Charley said, offering his hand.
"Good evening, Sir."
Christ, you can cut that Rebel accent with a knife! He sounds like he thinks there's no "e" in "evening" and that "Sir" is spelled "Suh."
"I sort of hoped you would be here," Galloway said. "So I would have my chance to hold my very first officer's call."
It was an attempt at humor, and it failed.
"Yes, Sir," Dunn said, adding, with absolutely no suggestion of invitation in his voice, "Would you join us for a drink, Sir?"
"Oh, of "course, he will," Mary Agnes said. "Charley and I are old friends, aren't we, Charley?"
"Absolutely," Charley said. He caught the bartender's eye. "Another round here, please. I'll have whatever the lieutenant's drinking."
"I'll just get in the middle," Mary Agnes said. "Move over a stool, Bill."
Dunn shifted to the adjacent stool; Mary Agnes sat on the one he vacated; and Galloway slid onto the one where she had been sitting. It was still warm from her body, which served to trigger a remarkably clear image of what that bottom looked-and felt-like when not covered with the crisp white of a Navy Nurse's dress uniform.
Galloway looked past Mary Agnes at Dunn.
"I left a message for you at the BOQ," he said. "Did you get it?"
"Yes, Sir. Hangar Three at 0730. I'll be there, Sir."
"I talked Colonel Dawkins out of Technical Sergeant Oblensky," Galloway said. "You know him, I guess? Big Steve?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I told him to find us someplace for a squadron office...", Galloway said.
"Yes, Sir," Dunn said, when Galloway paused momentarily to take a breath.
"... and I'd be surprised if he didn't have us one by 0730 tomorrow," Galloway finished.
"Yes, Sir."
He doesn't like me. I wonder why? I don't think Hot Pants is likely to have told him much about us, if anything. Maybe because he heard I used to be a flying sergeant? And he's not thrilled by having an ex-sergeant for a CO?
"When I was a flying sergeant in VMF-211," Galloway said, "I got to know Oblensky pretty well. He's what they call 'The Old Breed'; he's been in the Corps since Christ was a corporal. Damned good man."
"So I've heard, Sir," Dunn said.