A Walk In The Park Long Range Surveillance.

Scotch & Ice Cream Part II

Mess Hall, Dinner.

"Ferguson, checked,  damn ice cream ain't even on the requisition sheet. The damn Navy can't get it either. Lost cause guys." Stokes made his toothy grin. "My, well just my. I got good news. On two things! Morgan sat his coffee down, Carson took his cigar from his mouth.

" first, Jones a be released tomorrow, but the Infirmary has ice cream! Carson and Morgan both smiled. Morgan leaned towards Stokes "you sure. Carson asked, this ain't bullshit, is it?" Stokes smiled shook his head. "No my no! Me and Jones had ice cream for lunch! I had a scoop of chocolate and vanilla! My just my it was good!"

"This stays on the down low, by uckingod, not a uckingsoul but us and Ferguson get this info!" We meet up 1900 hours I'll tell Ferguson to meet us. I'm done here 1900."

"Morgan, why does Carson eat so fast? I mean we are both only half done." Thinking on it. "Stokesy, I think he shovels it down, so he doesn't have to taste it. Hell most of this stuff even with hot sauce is nasty."

Stokes made his toothy grin. "Right you are, Morgan this ain't the best, but Momma always said, try and enjoy your food. It's God's gift." Morgan nodded then thought. If this stuff is a gift. I think it's a pretty shameful gift. "Stokesy I'm done. Going to get a letter home in, see you 1900 hours."

Stokes looked at Morgan. "Not far behind you Morgan."

1900 hours.

Ferguson paced in front of the rest. "As you know, we can't get ice cream. Hell I even called and asked about getting some ice cream. No go, guys, after getting word the Infirmary had ice cream. I talked to them, about getting twenty gallons of ice cream. I was told, basically to get lost."

Carson looked at his cigar. "Yep!" Carson threw his cigar! "Yep fuck sticks! So, what's our plan?"

"My! Plan, we can't just steal ice cream! Guys that gets us in the Stockade! Momma would just die over that!"

"Stokesy, it would be just me and Carson that would go in, maybe Ferguson to watch and drive the jeep."

"Well, here's the select few! Stokes! I didn't expect a Medic involved in this, this damn fiasco! Ferguson, I been on the damn phone! With some ass wipe from the Infirmary! Screaming and telling me to find my own damn ice cream!Carson, you and Morgan, just had to get this fucking snowball rolling! Well?"

"Captain Sterling, Sir, I got that ball started, Carson just followed along." Sterling pointed then shrugged his shoulders. "Why is it? My best damn team, and it's two ranking NCOs cause the most headaches! Ferguson, at least you followed out the proper procedures. Not a word, none of you!"

Sterling placed his hands on his hips, then rocked on his toes. "Stokes get me a chair!" Reaching in his pocket pulling out a glass. "Pour me a damn drink! We got a mission!"

Stokes slid the chair in front of the little table. "Have a seat Sir." Sterling sat down took a drink. "Plausible deniability. That is all I ask. That prick Captain from the Infirmary. Well, just jerked my chain! The proper channels were followed. Get at least ten gallons of ice cream. Some strawberry if they have it."

Sterling finished his drink took his chair and left.

Carson lit his cigar and grinned. "We go at 2300, Ferguson you drive, Morgan we get the ice cream. Stokes no worries, you'll have no part of this." Carson topped off the drinks.

Thinking back on this, I think Captain Sterling thought we needed a little fun. Plus I think like us he wanted a taste of home. That and calling the guy a prick, he must of touched a nerve, big mistake on his part.

2300 hours.

"Carson the freezer it ain't locked." Morgan pulled open the door. As they stepped into the freezer Morgan and Carson stopped. They were looking straight at person looking at them. Morgan pointed at him. "Good got a guy here. Um, we were told to get twenty gallons of ice cream. Ten chocolate nine vanilla and one strawberry."

"And you are?" Morgan pointed at his collar, "Staff Sergeant Morgan and Master Sergeant Carson."

The guy shook his head then grinned. "Well I know better than that. Captain Ice Cream never let any of his ice cream go. That man lives on the stuff." Carson laughed at the name Captain Ice Cream. "Captain Ice Cream, that is a choice name. Can we have the ice cream?"

"Twenty gallons you say. If that makes Captain Ice Cream's life a little less fun. Hell take ten chocolate and vanilla plus two strawberry. Of course maybe a drink if you got one on you. I won't help load now."

Yes we got our ice cream, and that guy got his drink. I can't remember that man's name. I can say, thank you for that little joy. You gave us all. The raid on the Infirmary was talked about in the team room for months.

The story got more grand with each new telling. The last story I heard was me, Carson and Ferguson, took on five Cooks to get that ice cream. We may not have, but they had fun telling those stories, that brought back the memory of that little bit of cold smooth ice cream.

Jones made it back the team was whole again. Now we just wait for our turn to come back around. So if you ever hear someone talk about the Raid on the Infirmary. It sounds more wild than can be real. You know the true story behind the raid.

Nothing was ever said about any missing ice cream. Carson moved on to Command and Control call sign Tophat. Ferguson joined the team. The world wasn't right, but near right. Word was Moses was around again. That came from Captain Sterling.

Hindsight tells me, we needed to unwind and that little raid brought that childish release. Hell that is better than any good whisky or a bit of card playing can do. Although both help to numb down the nerves.

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