After some thought, he picked up the telephone and called Captain Boehm, who had signed the TWX and had presumably made the decision to send him overseas. He outlined to Boehm the reasons it would be to the greater benefit of the Marine Corps if the TWX was rescinded.
Captain Boehm was not at all receptive. He was, in fact, downright insulting:
"I heard you were a scumbag, Macklin. But I never thought I would personally hear a Marine officer trying to weasel out of going overseas."
(Four)
The Officers’ Club
U.S. Marine Corps Base
Quantico, Virginia
1730 Hours 17 May 1942
When he entered the club, First Lieutenant David F. Schneider, USMC, was not exactly pleased to bump into First Lieutenant James G. Ward, USMCR, and Lieutenant Ward’s aunt, Mrs. Caroline Ward McNamara. But neither was he exactly unhappy. He reacted like a man for whom fate has made a decision he would rather not have made himself.
Now that he had accidentally bumped into them, so to speak, as opposed to having gone looking for them, he could now begin to rectify an unpleasant situation that it was his duty, as a regular Marine officer, to rectify for the good of the Corps.
Schneider had learned of Mrs. McNamara’s presence on the base the day before: He was looking for Lieutenant Ward; so he walked into the squadron office and asked the sergeant on duty if he had seen him.
"He took the lady over to the Officers’ Guest House, Lieutenant."
The Guest House was a facility provided to temporarily house (there was a seventy-two-hour limit) dependents and friends of Quantico officers.
"What lady?"
"Didn’t get her name. Nice looking. First, she asked for Sergeant Galloway; and when I told her he wasn’t back yet, she asked for Lieutenant Ward, so I got him on the phone, and he came over and fetched her and told me he was taking her over to the Guest House." There was a perceptible pause before the sergeant added, "Sir."
There was little question that the lady was Mrs. Caroline Ward McNamara, but Schneider was a careful, methodical man. He called the Guest House later that day to inquire if there was a Mrs. McNamara registered. And, of course, there was.
Technical Sergeant Charles M. Galloway had gone to Washington in response to a telephone call from General McInerney’s office. But Washington was to be only his first stop. Schneider suspected that Major Jake Dillon, the Public Affairs Officer, was behind the mysterious call from General McInerney’s office. If that was the case, there was no telling where Galloway had gone after he left Washington.
"Hey, Dave," Ward called to him. "I thought you would show up here."
"Good evening," Schneider said.
"You remember my Aunt Caroline, don’t you?"
"Of course. How nice to see you again, Mrs. McNamara."
"Oh, call me Caroline!"
Dave Schneider smiled at her, but did not respond.
"Let’s go in the bar," Jim Ward suggested. Schneider smiled again, and again did not reply.
The bar was crowded with young officers. With varying degrees of discretion, they all made it clear that they considered Mrs. Caroline Ward McNamara one of the better specimens of the gentle gender.
Dave Schneider wondered if they would register so much approval of the "lady" if they were aware that Mrs. McNamara was not only shacked up with an enlisted man but apparently didn’t much care who knew about it.
They found a small table across from the bar.
"Dave, do you have any idea where Charley Galloway is?" Jim Ward asked, as soon as the waiter had taken their order.
"I believe he’s in Washington," Schneider said. "Specifically, with Major Dillon."
"No, he’s not," Caroline said. "We just called Jake. Jake said he hadn’t heard from him since Tuesday morning, when he left the Willard. He spent Monday night there with Jake."
Reserve officer or not, Mustang or not,Lieutenant Schneider thought angrily, Major Jake Dillon should know better than to offer an enlisted man the freedom of his hotel suite.
"He called Caroline from Pensacola-" Jim Ward said.
"Pensacola?" Schneider interrupted.
"Pensacola. He called on Wednesday. He told Caroline he was going to the West Coast," Jim Ward said.
"Actually, he said he had a week to get out there," Caroline McNamara said, "and suggested we could drive out there together."
Jim Ward looked a little uncomfortable when she said that, Schneider noticed.
And well he should. There is absolutely no suggestion that his aunt finds anything wrong with the idea that she has been asked to drive cross-country alone with a man to whom she’s not married. Having a shameless aunt like that should embarrass anybody.
"That sounds like he’s on orders," Jim Ward said. "But when Caroline showed up here, and no Charley Galloway, I checked. No orders have come down on him that anyone knows about."
"I can’t imagine what’s going on," Schneider said. "Did anyone in the squadron office know he was in Pensacola?"
"All the squadron knows is that he went to Washington on the verbal orders of Colonel Hershberger. That was eight, nine days ago," Jim Ward said.
"Is there a Lieutenant Jim Ward in here?" the bartender called, holding up a telephone.
Jim Ward got up and walked to the bar and took the telephone. Less than a minute later he was back at the table, smiling.
"Our wandering boy has been heard from," he said. "That was Jerry O’Malloy. He’s the duty officer. I asked him to let me know the minute he heard anything about Galloway."
"And?" Caroline McNamara asked excitedly.
"Charley just called the tower. He’s twenty minutes out," Ward said, then turned to look at Schneider and added, "In an F4F."
"In a what?" Caroline asked.
"A Wildcat," Jim Ward said. "A fighter plane. I wonder where he got that, and what he’s doing with it?"
"Well, I intend to find out," Lieutenant David Schneider said, and started to get up.
"Sit down, Dave. I told O’Malloy to have Charley call me here the minute he gets in."
"I’m going to be at Base Operations when he lands," Schneider said.
"What the hell is the matter with you?"
"You know damned well what’s the matter with me. For one thing, and you know it as well as I do, he is absolutely forbidden to fly fighters."
"And for another?" Ward asked coldly.
"I would prefer to discuss that privately with you, if you don’t mind."
"Sit down, Dave," Jim Ward said.
Schneider looked at him in surprise.
"You heard me, sit down," Jim Ward repeated firmly. "I don’t know what Charley is doing with an F4F, but I do know that it’s none of your business or mine. That’s between him and the squadron commander."
Schneider sat down.
"When he calls, I’ll ask him what’s going on," Jim Ward said. "In the meantime, we’ll pursue the legal principle that you’re innocent until proven guilty."
"I don’t like the way this sounds," Caroline said. "What’s going on? What’s wrong?"
"Never worry about things you can’t control," Jim Ward said. "So far as we know, nothing is wrong."