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    The MPs' Tales
    The MPs' Tales
    The MPs' Tales
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    The MPs' Tales

    By Austin P. Torney

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    As MPs, Patrick, the Captain, and Juliet, his Sergeant, at Fort Shafter, Oahu, Hawaii, pursue a seemingly routine weapons theft case, but find there is more to it, that there are much larger forces operating behind the scenes, both good and bad, their mysterious Colonel eventually initiating and guiding them into these worlds that are even deeper than those of the DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) and the CIA, and ever onwards towards the ultimate maneuverings, clashes of epic proportions, and even to the underpinnings of reality itself, all as revealed though the shadow empire that is in place to protect the world.

    There is adventure, drama, romance, police work, mystery, joy, wisdom, interleaved, all at once, and even a grand insight at the end into how and why everything exists.

    A drug case is the ultimate adventure of the movie, which draws the MPs into the mountains behind the fort, where there is also the Captain's secret mountain retreat.

    Locales include Oahu, San Francisco, Texas, Tahiti, and Niihau.

    Long ago, near the end of my Army term, I became the temporary Captain of an MP unit for three months. It was a rare MP combat unit that had returned from Vietnam/Cambodia. MP combat units guard convoys and other times forward installations. My new job mostly amounted to keeping track of them, their needs, and their pay, although there was an interesting incident which I may get to later. I deployed them around Fort Shafter and Schofield Barracks, as many thousands of troops were returning during the Paris Peace Accords. MPs were always needed. If the Army had only two troops, then one would have to be an MP. There was no Major, so I reported to the Colonel. I had an outside office, during the day and part of the evening, a four-posted open shelter with a thatched roof.

    An MP has a lot of power. An MP can arrest a General, even inside the Pentagon. Of course, they'd better be right or have probable cause. Who, then, watches the guards, as one always wonders? Well, it's the Judge Advocate General's corps. And who watches them? No one, really, for they are an end unto themselves. The Uniform Code of Military Justice rules all. The MPs police the internals of the army, mostly, wherein there are even more problems than in civilian life, while the DIA focuses on externals, yet here I was, doing both, due to a shortage of MP Majors. My old friend, the CGUSAPAC–Commanding General USA/Pacific–was gone, having just retired, and so there was a new one. I would probably have to arrest him one day, on the last day of my term, which was another reason for my new assignment made by the former General, now retired in Tahiti.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin P. Torney
    Release dateFeb 13, 2012
    ISBN9781466087538
    The MPs' Tales
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    Austin P. Torney

    Austin began writing for real around the age of forty, a respite from working as an Information Engineer in the field of Computer Science, doing programming, an art, as it turned out. He calls himself a humanist, and is one who enjoys the liberal arts, utilizing science, for it pervades every discipline. He is currently retired and lives in the mountains of Poughquag, NY, near the Appalachian Trail. He enjoys tennis, writing, fun, humor, thinking, sleeping, poetry, music, dining, travel, romance, reading, swimming, and life.

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      The MPs' Tales - Austin P. Torney

      The MPs’ Tales

      By Austin P. Torney

      Copyright 2012 Austin P. Torney

      Smashwords Edition

      Chapter 1: Now and Then

      MOUNTAIN FOREST CAVE, OAHU

      Juliet, the MP Combat Unit Sergeant, looks about the flowered cave. I, Patrick, the MP Combat Unit Captain, ride my motorcycle down the trail, through a bamboo mountain forest, towards the cave entrance. The sun is setting, my motorcycle headlight is on, and the birds seem to note these goings on. We envision ourselves standing atop the cave, on a cliff, holding our weapons, in a combat scene.

      FORT SHAFTER

      The MP waves me through the gate again, the same man, six months later, although I don't need to use the gate; however, if it’s open I use it, for it’s a shorter and smoother way to the mountain retreat. The other MP stays inside the hut, a good practice. I spend half the year in Oahu. Here is Palm Circle, a ring of palms surrounding a very large, grassy area, and then all the offices and posts, across the road. I head up the mountain path to the retreat. Juliet from Jamaica has been taking care of the place, on and off, and all is found to be in order. No one can find us here.

      Long ago, near the end of my Army term, I became the temporary Captain of an MP unit for three months. It was a rare MP combat unit that had returned from Vietnam/Cambodia. MP combat units guard convoys and other times forward installations. My new job mostly amounted to keeping track of them, their needs, and their pay, although there was an interesting incident which I may get to later. I deployed them around Fort Shafter and Schofield Barracks, as many thousands of troops were returning during the Paris Peace Accords. MPs were always needed. If the Army had only two troops, then one would have to be an MP. There was no Major, so I reported to the Colonel. I had an outside office, during the day and part of the evening, a four-posted open shelter with a thatched roof.

      An MP has a lot of power. An MP can arrest a General, even inside the Pentagon. Of course, they'd better be right or have probable cause. Who, then, watches the guards, as one always wonders? Well, it’s the Judge Advocate General’s corps. And who watches them? No one, really, for they are an end unto themselves. The Uniform Code of Military Justice rules all. The MPs police the internals of the army, mostly, wherein there are even more problems than in civilian life, while the DIA focuses on externals, yet here I was, doing both, due to a shortage of MP Majors. My old friend, the CGUSAPAC–Commanding General USA/Pacific–was gone, having just retired, and so there was a new one. I would probably have to arrest him one day, on the last day of my term, which was another reason for my new assignment made by the former General, now retired in Tahiti.

      Chapter 2: The Weapons Case

      Troops are coming home from Indochina by the thousands, passing through Honolulu, Hawaii, and Oakland, California, mostly, and so the MP Combat Unit that I had just become the Captain of has been retained to bring some order to the revelry. There are more than the usual drinking and the associated problems to which we bring some peace, but with only one eye open, for these are mostly happy and excited warriors, yet still trained to fight. It is a big Saturday night.

      My Sergeant, the shapely Juliet Bailey, knocks and quickly enters my office, wherein I am sorting the paychecks.

      We’ve got a dead soldier, sir; HPD just filled me in.

      What’s the story, Sergeant?

      Well, sir, it seems that a biker’s motorcycle was knocked over by someone outside Cathy’s Lounge, which is just outside our fort, on Kahili Street, after which a fight ensued, during which the soldier, Matt Riley, was shot in the heart and the head by someone with a 9mm–could be military, but the weapon wasn’t around. Unfortunately no one seems to have seen a thing, and the biker is nowhere to be found.

      So…, a big fight and no one was even interested in watching it!

      They might be unwilling to say anything, sir. Why get involved and all that.

      Yet, although that place is packed with soldiers eating Teriyaki with Korean girls sitting on their laps, and so the deceased is one of their own, yet no one has anything to report. Strange.

      I know Riley, sir, although not very well; he’s, well, not real friendly.

      OK, Sergeant Bailey, let’s you and I go to the scene, and then you can ID Riley at the morgue.

      I’ll be happy to, Captain, and I can drive us.

      This Sergeant was going places, for she had no hesitation over blood and guts. Even volunteered to drive, which was fine, since I didn’t have a car.

      HPD is still on the scene, I note. I’ll inquire.

      Any information?

      We got nothing from the customers, and most of them already left. Is this Riley?

      That’s him all right, she replies.

      Well, then, you MPs can go about your business here, the policeman says as he nods and leaves.

      Captain, let’s look around the ground for clues.

      Well, at least we can skip the morgue. I’m estimating where I would have parked a motorcycle… Hey, here’s a small piece of glass. Looks new, showing no weather. Perhaps it had been thrown when the bike fell and then bounced along several more feet.

      Could be something. Can't find anything else.

      Maybe, maybe not, but the bike was knocked over. Let’s go inside.

      Regular Soldiers do not like the sight of MPs

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