The generals, Warbler, Titan and Miller, got together for a meeting with the Secretary of Defense in mid-February. When the Secretary walked into the meeting room in the Pentagon, with its long table and large picture window overlooking the Potomac, his attention was drawn to General Titan. General Titan was the embodiment of anger, with his puffy face as red as a strawberry and he was mopping the sweat off of his brow even though the air conditioning was working quite well. The Secretary decided to share some good news first to hopefully diffuse the situation.
“Hello men. Thank-you for attending today. I have some good news for you,” the secretary said cheerfully.
“Well it's about time!” General Titan fumed.
The Secretary smiled and looked around the table. “It looks like things are escalating toward a conflict with China. They are not happy with the President’s idea about tariffs, mainly and I believe things will come to a head right around the end of May. I honestly don’t think we can avoid it longer than that.”
General Warbler asked, “Why will we wait until then? Wouldn’t it be better to strike first and use the element of surprise?”
The Secretary said, “I agree about getting in the first strike, however this could be the start of WWIII, so we need to spend a good amount of time in the War Room, going over any possible outcomes, making sure that we succeed.”
At the mention of WWIII, General Titan visibly relaxed, saying, “ so we are on track for reallocating the budget so it is being used for defense spending? That’s great!“ and the Secretary could tell he was on board and eager to listen to the plans.
“The third week of the month of May, the ex-homeless will be moving into the first of the new apartments and while many cities will still be putting the finishing touches on their apartments, attention will be diverted to the rehab clinics for the drug addicts. That is the time I feel will be perfect for a conflict, to save our defense budget from being spent on drug addicts and we can also put Project Band-Aid into effect,” the Secretary said.
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General Titan went from relaxed to ready to go!
The Secretary asked, “Have we found someone to rip off the band-aid?”
General Miller said, “Yes sir, it is confirmed.!”
“Remember men, you must keep this under wraps. This is top secret and you must discuss none of this with anyone outside of this room. It is a very delicate matter and even one slip up could jeopardize the whole operation,” the Secretary of Defense warned.
Arrangements were made for their next meeting and the meeting was adjourned.
January and February were busy months at the Alaska lodge. Donald’s head was spinning with more people than he had ever seen taking advantage of the beefed up outfitting. Max was working out well, leading out his dog team. He was happier than he had ever been and was enjoying challenging himself with filling up the woodpile when he wasn’t leading out a team. Karen had a lot to do with Max’s happiness.
Karen always greeted Max with a hot cup of coffee when he got back from hunting trips. He had caught some of the other men looking at them with longing in their eyes, seeing that exchange. Max felt pretty special that Karen cared about him and he looked forward to the deep muscle massage Karen would give him later in the privacy of their room each time he came home. He had something special planned for her for Valentine’s Day to show her how much he loved her. Max woke Karen up early on Valentine’s Day and told her to dress super warm. Then he blindfolded her and walked her carefully down the stairs and outside. He had the dogsled all hitched up and gently lifted her in and tucked the blankets around her.
The dogs, being used to Max and his commands by now, responded quickly and practically flew across the snow. Karen covered her nose and mouth with her gloved hand to warm her breaths. “When can I take off the blindfold, Dahlink?” she asked him.
“It won’t be long now,” Max responded.
