My father didn’t teach me much except how to lie, cheat and steal, and then lie, lie, lie some more. Mostly, it was by example. I was rebellious and stuck to the truth, maybe because I knew I could never live up to the standard he set. I have paid the price for not following his example, but I’m trying to get my head right. I won’t say I lie with the smooth skill and frequency he did, but I won’t say I don’t either. Somehow the Marines sensed my natural ability in this direction and sent me undercover while in Afghanistan. Mission completed, I went from undercover to under a cloud. And that cloud followed me all the way home.
Not home. Camp Pendleton, where two guys in a black SUV had been shadowing me for a week every time I left the base. At the depot, where I went to requisition a jeep, Staff Sergeant Comeau said, “Why do you keep going out every day if those men are following you?”
“If I don’t let them follow me, Sergeant they’ll never figure it out.”
“Figure it out, sir?”
“That I’m not going anywhere.” The Sergeant considered arguing, but returned his attention to filling out the proper form. I said, “Do me a favor, Sergeant.”
“Sure. Yes, sir. What?”
“When General Remington asks, tell him I refused to answer your questions.”
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