Return to Honor
Authors: Doug Beason
Tags: #Science Fiction, #nuclear, #terrorist, #president, #war, #navy, #middle east
Book Description
Five thousand miles from the U.S., the president of the United States is facing death. In one hour, an American force will strike back—with the most daring rescue mission ever!
The RDF—Marine Corps Rapid Deployment Force—can strike anywhere in the world in under an hour. Their secret weapon: the Trans-Atmospheric Vehicle flown at 15,000 miles per hour by the Air Force’s most elite pilots, carrying a deadly cargo of highly trained marines. The technology is unproven. But its time has come.…
Doug Beason
Kindle Edition – 2014
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ISBN: 978-1-61475-105-2
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Originally published by First Pocket Books, 1989
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Contents
Dedication
To my wife and daughters—
Cindy, Amanda, and Tamara—
who put up with me.
Acknowledgments
To Dr. Tom Tascione, for giving me the idea for this novel, and Dr. Don Erbschloe, for reviewing and commenting on the draft manuscript. Boston’s “A Man I’ll Never Be” provided me with much inspiration during the writing. And to John F. Carr at J. E. Pournelle and Associates for first accepting the novelette on which this novel is based; to Patrick L. Price at AMAZING STORIES® who first published the novelette; to Paul McCarthy, senior editor at Pocket Books, who had patience with the slush pile and had faith in me; and to my long-time collaborator, Kevin J. Anderson, who pushed me to revise, rewrite and republish digitally.
Dramatis Personae
Edwards AFB
Major Robert Gould, USAF—Trans-Atmospheric Vehicle pilot, Edwards AFB, California
Major Delores Beckman, USAF—TAV pilot
Colonel Mathin, USAF—Commander, USAF Test Pilot School, Edwards AFB
Lt. Col. William J. Krandel, USMC—Commander, 37th Marine Battalion: Rapid Deployment Force (RDF), Camp Pendleton, California
Maureen Krandel—his wife
Brigadier General Allen W. Vandervoos, USMC—First Marine, Air Wing Commander
Captain Harvey Weston, USMC—Headquarters 1st Platoon Commander, RDF
Captain “Charley” Daniels, USMC—Headquarters 2nd Platoon Commander, RDF
Gunnery Sergeant David Balcalski, USMC—Battalion First Sergeant, RDF
Private Arrosh Havisad, USMC—Communications expert, Alpha Squad, RDF
Lance Corporal Francis Morales, USMC—Alpha Squad Leader, RDF
Lance Corporal Kenneth Henderson, USMC—Bravo Squad Leader, RDF
Washington, D.C.
President Sandoval Montoya—President of the United States
Manuel Baca—White House Chief of Staff
G. Percival Woodstone—Vice President of the United States
Amador Trujillo—White House National Security Advisor
CPO Yoli Aquinaldo, USN—Steward aboard Air Force One
CPO Ramos Sicat, USN—another steward
Colonel Joseph McGerney, USAF—Aircraft Commander, Air Force One
Major Laynam, USAF—Copilot, Air Force One
Sergeant Donald Clements, USMC—Marine guard assigned to Air Force One
General “Batman” Peters, USA—Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff
Colonel Welch, USAF—Presidential Military Aide, assigned to the National Emergency Command Center
Do’brai
Hujr ibn-Adi—terrorist
Du’Ali al-Aswad—another terrorist, Hujr’s assistant
Ghazzali abu-Hamid—Head of the Arab Liberated Hegemony (ALH)
General Fariq Kamil—Chief of Staff for President Ash’ath
Abd al-Rahman ibn-Muhammed ibn al-Ash’ath—President-for-Life and Commanding General, Do’brainese Militia Forces
Other Locations
Lieutenant Colonel George Frier, USAF—Commanding Officer, U.S.S.S.
Bifrost
Major Stephen Wordel, US AF—
Bifrost
crew member
Honorable Pieter Akulov—Russian President
Captain Jimmy McCluney, USAF—F-15 Wild Weasel Flight Commander
First Lieutenant Chiu, USAF—Missile Launch Officer, Vandenberg AFB, CA
Colonel Rathson, USAF—Commander, 2nd Aircraft Delivery Group, Langley AFB, VA
Abbreviations
AC—Aircraft Commander
ACC—Air Combat Command
AMC—Air Mobility Command
AEHF—Advanced Extremely High Frequency satellite
AFSATCOM—Air Force SATellite COMmunications
ASL—Above Sea Level
ATC—Air Training Command
AWACS—Airborne Warning And Control System
Base Ops—Base Operations
BIGEYE—U.S.S.S.
Bifrost
BMDO—Ballistic Missile Defense Office
Check—short for Checkride, a graded flight examination
CINCSTRAT—Commander IN Chief STRATegic Command
CP—Command Post
CRT—Cathode Ray Tube
CSOC—Consolidated Space Operations Center, Colorado Springs, CO
CYA—Cover Your Ass
DIA—Defense Intelligence Agency
EM—Electromagnetic
EMP—Electromagnetic Pulse
FE—Flight Examiner
FOB—Fractional Orbit Bomb
FTC—Flight Test Center
GPS—Global Positioning Satellite
ICBM—InterContinental Ballistic Missile
IFF—Identification Friend or Foe
IP—Instructor Pilot
INS—Inertial Navigation System
IR—InfraRed
JATO—Jet Assisted Take-Off
JP-4—high-grade jet fuel
JP-12—super-octane TAV fuel
MRBM—Medium-Range Ballistic Missile
NECC—National Emergency Command Center
NSA—National Security Agency
0-7—Brigadier general
Pax—Passengers
PCS—Permanent Change of Station
PLF—Parachute Landing Fall
STRATCOM—STRATegic COMmand
SCRAM—Supersonic Combustion RAM jets
SIE—Self-Initiated Elimination
SLBM—Sea-Launched Ballistic Missile
SMART—Super Maintenance And Readiness Truck
TAV—Trans-Atmospheric Vehicle
TDY—Temporary Duty
TLF—Transient Living Facilities
UPT—Undergraduate Pilot Training
U.S.S.S.—United States Space Ship
VUHF—Very Ultra High Frequency
Zulu—Greenwich Mean Time, measured from Greenwich, Great Britain
Return to Honor
Prologue
1200 ZULU: WEDNESDAY, 29 MAY
The “born leader” is a fiction by “born followers.” Leadership is not a gift at birth: it is an award for growing up to full moral stature. It is the only award a man must win every day. The prize is the respect of others, earned by the disciplines that generate self-respect.
Major General Louis Metzger, Commanding General Third Marine Division
264,000+ Feet ASL
Mach 25—over fifteen thousand miles per hour—and no sensation of movement. The ride seemed smooth enough; the buffeting that accompanied the TAV’s launch was nothing compared to the eerie silence that now permeated the craft. They were stuffed in the Trans-Atmospheric Vehicle tighter than sardines in a can: twenty-four marines, all clutching their rifles, all depending on their hotshot air force pilot to bring them safely back to ground.
Where they could all be killed the instant they scrambled from the TAV.
Gunnery sergeant Balcalski shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable. Now that his weight had returned, the webbed seating straps dug into his back. And the heat didn’t help. You’d think that once they were above the atmosphere—over fifty miles above the ground—things would cool down. But the cramped compartment held the heat in, sapping their strength.
Minutes passes. Balcalski inched forward, and he jumped when the klaxon, set in the TAV’s bulkhead, gave an earsplitting blast.
The air force pilot came over the intercom: “Two minutes to landing.…prepare your Stations, marines.”
All around Balcalski, the marines straightened in their seats. Balcalski pushed his feet firmly against the vibrating deck and prepared for landing. They were approaching the desert at an unthinkable speed, screaming through the air, ready to disembark and spill out of the TAV to take their objective.
Balcalski glanced over at Captain Weston, the new platoon commander. As young as Weston seemed, Balcalski had confidence in him. From what Balcalski knew of Weston’s background, he was a capable leader. Balcalski could count on being able to run the platoon through its motions without Weston butting in.
Balcalski knew Weston was there to observe, and he would step in only as needed. He was the type of officer Balcalski respected—one he didn’t have to train; one that respected the presence of a good noncom. It was essential to have that mutual respect when going into battle.
The TAV bounced down, jarring the marines as it landed. Before Balcalski could react, Captain Weston was out of his seat and standing in the TAV hatch, yelling, “This is it—get ready to jump!”
Balcalski followed the rest of the marines as they stood and shuffled to the door in their combat equipment, careful not to trip on the bouncing deck. Balcalski felt adrenaline rush into his system as the excitement of the moment swept him up. He was first at the door, then stepped back as Weston shouted in his ear, “I’ll take the first jump—make sure the rest of them get out as soon as they can after me.”
“Aye, aye, sir.” Balcalski shouldered his rifle.
Weston clutched the sides of the hatch; a red light flickered above the door as the hatch swung open, spilling in warm desert air. Scrub brush and cactus whizzed by. The TAV bounced on the desert floor as the craft continued to slow. The intercom crackled as the air force pilot came on, excitement evident in his voice.
“Twenty-five knots … twenty knots … and
fifteen.
Marines, disembark!”
Balcalski slapped the captain on the rear. “Jump, sir!” Weston leapt out the hatch; he disappeared as the next marine took his place. Balcalski swatted the marine. “Jump!”
Twenty-one more marines followed until Balcalski was alone in the TAV. Balcalski assumed the position at the hatch, spotted the rushing ground, and jumped, hitting the desert in a parachute-landing fall. He was instantly on his feet, running toward a small building to his right. The remainder of the Rapid Deployment Force was already converging on the objective. Behind him, Balcalski could make out the whine of the TAV’s engines winding down as the craft slowed to a halt.
Out of breath, Balcalski was the last to reach the building. Grasping his rifle, he stormed through the door—and froze at what he saw.
A burly, dark-haired man clicked off a stopwatch as Balcalski entered the building. The man took a cigar from his mouth and eyed the clock. “Fifty seconds. Gentlemen, you are all dead.”
Brigadier General Vandervoos took a long draw off his cigar and studied the marines in front of him. They stood panting from the exertion, standing at attention. Balcalski felt his face grow red, more from embarrassing Captain Weston in front of the general than anything else. Vandervoos blew smoke away and spoke quietly so the marines had to strain to hear him: “Gentlemen, let me lay it on the line for you.
