And now this mess, he thought, looking at the distant columns of smoke to the north and south as the large helicopter finally settled on the flight deck.
Russo jumped off and was greeted by a young petty officer with instructions to escort him to see the captain.
As his team unloaded their gear from the helicopter, Russo followed the sailor to the island. Looking around the deck, he had to admit that Pacheco was probably right on the money. At the moment, he felt more like a sitting duck than a SEAL.
— 15 —
Secretary of State Brad Austin had never pulled a punch in his life and despised those who did. In the old fighter pilot’s opinion — and he considered himself as much a fighter pilot now as he had decades ago in the skies over Vietnam — you had to commit yourself to a mission and either be all in or not at all.
Staring at the impassive faces in the United Nations General Assembly, Austin knew that at least some were directly responsible for the attacks on Truman, Stennis, and now Lincoln. He also knew that many more, although not responsible, had taken joy in the pain inflicted on his nation. Then there were those who remained neutral, unwilling to take sides, even secretly. And finally, there were the usual handful of true allies of the United States, like Britain and Israel.
Slowly he stood and approached the dais as the murmuring diplomats quieted and all eyes focused on him. He took another moment to look deliberately around the hall at the sea of sullen faces before he spoke.
“Mr. Secretary General. Mr. President. Distinguished delegates, colleagues, ladies, and gentlemen. Thank you for inviting me to speak with you today on such short notice. I sincerely appreciate this opportunity to address a serious matter for all of us.”
He paused a moment to gaze at the crowd again. “The United Nations was formed in 1945 to promote peace and international cooperation. Over the years, this organization has been instrumental in defending freedom by providing a foundation for our mutual security. Today, I come before this body asking the United Nations to work with us to help defeat a growing threat to humanity.”
Scanning the audience, Austin observed the lack of reaction. “Many of your governments have supported our war on terrorism, and we are extremely grateful for your assistance. However, we need to do more, and we are requesting your help.”
A collective unease settled over the audience, many of whom only now realized this was not going to be a pro forma speech.
An edge of anger crept into his voice as Austin continued. “Violent terrorists have brought their armed conflict back to the shores of our country.”
Austin looked directly at the delegates from Iran and Yemen. “They’ve aligned themselves against all humanity and America in particular. We are determined to defeat them, and America will assist every nation that joins in our effort.”
He then made eye contact with Ambassador Adel al-Faisal sitting in the middle of the delegates from Saudi Arabia. “These thugs and killers,” he said, the anger in his voice rising, “should have no friends in the United Nations. Not one,” he said, looking directly at the Saudi delegation. “Every member of the UN should immediately denounce terrorism as a plague on civilized society. These wicked people wreak havoc on all, including children, without a shred of mercy or shame. There isn’t a negotiated solution to be found. Nor should there be. There is no way to reason with those so irrational, with those so deranged, that they would attack a pier full of women and children, and the United States will not make any attempt to do so.”
Austin paused and grimaced. “We’re going to continue to prosecute the war on terrorism, and the governments that support terrorists, and we will wipe them from the face of the earth.”
Another audible murmur, this time a tad louder, rose from the delegates. Two from Iran and one from Yemen began protesting loudly.
Austin saw Ambassador Adel al-Faisal begin to stand up, apparently ready to storm out. Another member of the Saudi delegation urged him to sit down.
That’s right, pal. Best not to storm out when someone is preaching hellfire against terrorism, unless you want everyone to know you support it.
Steeped in his conviction, Austin waited a few moments, then said, “The United States of America is one of the original signers of the United Nations Charter. We remain committed to the UN’s stated purposes. America and the United Nations have a moral obligation to eradicate terrorism and secure a lasting peace.”
Austin saw deep frowns on the faces of many of the delegates. “On behalf of President Macklin, I call on the UN Security Council to adopt a new anti-terrorism and anti-arms-proliferation resolution that must include every member of the UN.” He paused and then repeated with emphasis, “Every member.”
Noting many scowls, Austin moved on. “As the president’s representative, I am compelled to inform you that he’s going to honor his sacred oath of office. UN resolution or no resolution, President Macklin is going to protect his country and its citizens. No matter where in the world they are, the United States will defend its interests.”
In unison, delegates from Saudi Arabia, Iran, Yemen, Pakistan, and even Sweden stood up and interrupted Austin, shouting that he was out of line and demanding that he sit down.
He paused to let them finish. The Swedes sat down first, followed by the Saudis and then the others. But still, no one walked out.
Austin then continued in an even-tempered voice. “My statement should not be regarded as a threat. It should be accepted as fact. We hope to work with the UN to end the wave of terrorism currently targeted at our naval forces. But we will not engage in years or months or weeks or even days of debate. The UN can act quickly and decisively to rid our civilized society of terrorism… or the US will act as it sees need.”
He noticed the representatives from Israel, Great Britain, Germany, and Australia nodding vigorously in agreement. Some of their delegates even clapped, drawing glares from the Iranians and the Saudis.
Keeping his poker face, Austin added, “The United States is ready and willing to help draft the new resolutions. We look forward to working hand in hand with all members of the UN.”
He paused to smile faintly. “Together we can show the world how effective the United Nations can be. Thank you for your time and attention.”
First Lady Maria-Eden Macklin turned to her husband as they enjoyed a light dinner in the residence and slowly shook her head. “I’d say that was a bit arrogant.”
President Cord Macklin could not stop the wry smile that spread across his face as he reached for the remote control and shut off the TV. “Actually, that was reasonably mild for a Marine Corps fighter pilot, and especially for Brad.”
“Uh-huh.” Maria gazed at her husband. “Because political correctness is a foreign language Secretary Austin has never mastered,” she said with an unfavorable look.
“That’s what’s so refreshing about him, darling,” the president countered. “He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, straightforward in Zone 5 burner at all times.”
“Well, for better or for worse, darling, there will be consequences because of his speech. There were quite the number of pissed-off delegates in there,” she murmured with a brief frown.