"Things have been better recently, it looks like one of my boys has a new girlfriend." Shanny said as he drank coffee.
"Oh really sir? I've been bored in the White House since the president isn't giving us much work lately." Xia replied.
"Not me apparently, no wonder why you're in the Pentagon more often." Shanny said.
"Have you met the Spetsnaz troopers yet sir?" Xia asked while eating a donut.
"Not yet. I really wanted to talk to them but the higher ups won't. Political clashes since the 80's are still up until today."
"And that created Russophobia throughout the country for the next two to three decades."
"The only thing I'm expecting now is for that sentiment to change. This war won't end until we unite in order to do so."
"I'll say the same sir. I hope our relationship with Russia ends the same way with the current relationship of our country with Britain."
"Yeah, anyways I'll try to have a few words with them. They'll be having the same spec training the SAS and 246 had."
Before Shanny could even finish his sentence, Ahnika entered his office and told him that Kaycee was filing for two weeks off work. Shanny had no choice but to decline the authorization as Francis had called him the night before telling him that he needed the 246 by the following week. He had another operation in mind by blocking the enemy supply routes in order to starve the garrisons stationed throughout North Vietnam.
While wanting to starve enemy troops of supplies, He also planned of occupying multiple garrison bases in order to destroy any repair facilities and ammunition storage areas as well as communication towers. He saw them as possible threats which could trigger a mass offensive on allied positions. As Ahnika left Shanny's office, the general felt guilty of not allowing Kaycee to have his leave.
"Sir, you should've allowed the Captain to take his leave, I feel a bit sad for his girl." Xia said.
"I'm sorry about that dear but we're in the middle of a war. We can't waste time even for a few moments of pleasure." Shanny replied as he grabbed a cigar and lighter from his drawer.
"As you say so sir, you should also cut on the smoking. You already have asthma and neither of us doesn't want you to get sick further." Xia convinced Shanny.
"Yeah, this is only the fifth one I've taken for my entire life. I've also lessened my alcohol intake."
"Good for you sir, anyways I've got to get back to work. I'll see you around." Xia said as she stood up, saluted to Shanny briefly, and left his office.
After Xia left the office, Shanny then went to the aide's office and wondered around the area fro a few moments before entering Johnny's office. His chief of staff was very thin, a bit underweight for an average 32-year old who cooks like a master chef. After seeing Shanny enter his office, he stood up and smiled at his boss who was looking at him a bit seriously, but then smiled back at him and sat on the corner of the table while Johnny slouched a bit on his chair. The two generals then talked with each other.
"Everything alright sir?" Johnny asked nervously.
"Yeah. About the letter from JP that you read for Zoe, were'd you have it?" Shanny asked.
"Oh, I forgot to place it on your desk. Sorry 'bout that." Johnny replied.
"Let me get for you, it's just here in my drawer." He added.
"I'll read it myself." Shanny replied.
Shanny then read the letter for the next 5 minutes while Johnny continued signing the remaining documents piled up on his desk. JP noted that there were already 4- four star Generals in the middle east and felt he wasn't doing enough on his part, a topic Zoe never mentioned to him which sparked an idea of placing JP as the commander of the US Army Pacific, a post that is vacant for almost a month. March had just started, flowers and trees blooming throughout most of the country.
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The Gang's Chronicles
General FictionAfter a whole roller coaster ride that lasted for 8 months, Shanny and his team of officers are once again faced with multiple problems: duty, honor, and love. Will they be able to keep up with the ever growing number of responsibilities or dishonor...