Wake waved the Riyadh report aloft before Kim could speak.
"Major, what else do you have on this Arabian episode?" Kim was responsible for tracking such messages, and he cordially hated the job. He yearned for his comfortable old B-52 back.at Fairchild.
"Nothing yet, Mr. Secretary. I knew you'd want more data so I've requested amplification. Apparently the combat occurred day before yesterday, so we should know more by noon."
Wake leaned back in his overstuffed chair. "What do you think, son? This is hearsay evidence, with no confirmation on U.S. personnel directly involved. Doesn't even mention the source of the report." Wake flipped the paper aside.
"Well, sir, it might be embassy gossip. Or it might be a Saudi officer bragging about their F-20s. You know fighter pilots."
Wake smiled in appreciation of the sentiment. "And I know the president. He'll want details ASAP. Keep on it, Major."
Secretary of Defense Benjamin Wake was in his office by 0700, reading message traffic from the night before. His early arrival was typical of the man, for his tireless energy and astute business sense had made him a computer millionaire early in life. "You don't get rich without getting up," he liked to say.
Scanning the summaries on his desk, Wake stopped abruptly and reread one report from the U.S. air attache in Riyadh. The originating office told him that State also must have the information. That meant he'd be hearing from Thurmon Wilson again. The Secretary of Defense pressed a buzzer on his desk console and seconds later Major Emory Kim, USAF, stepped into the luxurious office.
Wake waved the Riyadh report aloft before Kim could speak.
"Major, what else do you have on this Arabian episode?" Kim was responsible for tracking such messages, and he cordially hated the job. He yearned for his comfortable old B-S2 back.at Fairchild.
"Nothing yet, Mr. Secretary. I knew you'd want more data so I've requested amplification. Apparently the combat occurred day before yesterday, so we should know more by noon."
Wake leaned back in his overstuffed chair. "What do you think, son? This is hearsay evidence, with no confirmation on U.S. personnel directly involved. Doesn't even mention the source of the report." Wake flipped the paper aside.
"Well, sir, it might be embassy gossip. Or it might be a Saudi officer bragging about their F -20s. You know fighter pilots."
Wake smiled in appreciation of the sentiment. "And I know the president. He'll want details ASAP. Keep on it, Major."
Three days later Claudia arrived on a courier plane for the memorial service Saturday morning. Friday is the Muslim sabbath and not all the Saudis could have attended then. She would return to Riyadh on Sunday evening.
Claudia was surprised to find she seemed to take Malloy's death harder than his friends did. She had expected the pilots to be more subdued, if not actually depressed. But upon entering the IPs' club she found an almost exuberant atmosphere. She began to understand that these were men accustomed to sudden death among comrades. Bennett escorted her to a seat and ordered her a drink.
Lawrence came in just then, wearing his flight suit. Spotting Claudia, he walked over to her. He leaned down to hug her and she squeezed his neck.
"Oh, Ed, I'm so sorry."
"I know, hon. I know." He sat down.
Bennett walked up, drinks in hand. "Hi, Ed. Can you join us for a minute?"
Lawrence shook his head. "Naw, I just stopped by to let you know everything's set for the service."
"You're leading the formation, right?"
"Yes, with one student from each class."
Claudia asked, "Are there funeral arrangements in the States?" The two aviators exchanged meaningful glances; neither wanted to speak. Claudia looked from one to the other. Finally Bennett put his hand on hers. "Claudia, his plane exploded on impact."
"Oh." It was barely audible.
The memorial service was a short one. Most of the IPs plus many of the Saudi pilots and maintenance personnel attended. Flying had nearly shut down for the afternoon, and Bennett's brief remarks were uninterrupted. Standing in the shade of a hangar, the assembly bowed heads for a short prayer and sang the "Navy Hymn" from photocopied pages. Most of the IPs knew the words by heart.
Claudia recognized the haunting tune and listened carefully to the words. She shivered involuntarily at the phrase "Hear us when we lift our prayer for those in peril in the air."
Seconds later four F-20s swept overhead, deployed in the World War II "finger four" pattern. As the formation passed the runway intersection at 1,000 feet, the lead aircraft-second from the left-abruptly pulled up in afterburner. Ed Lawrence executed an immaculate series of vertical slow rolls as the three Saudis maintained level flight. There was a gap where Lawrence had been: the missing man formation.
Claudia tightened her grip on Bennett's arm.
The wake-Claudia didn't know what else to call it-was more lively than she expected. But she felt the need to talk quietly with Bennett, and they found a corner where their privacy was respected.
Bennett sensed Claudia's uneasiness. Holding her hands in his, he got her talking about what she knew best. "Honey, I'd like to know what you think will happen in the region now."
She thought for a moment. "I can't speak officially, of course. But there's no doubt the radical Muslim states are preparing for something. My personal opinion is, it's probably too late to avert war. After all, that's why the king organized your Tiger Force. But what will make it especially hard on Israel is that the Arabs seem to understand diplomatic as well as military power now. They still remember the effect of the '73 oil embargo."
Bennett squeezed her hands. ''There's no chance of negotiations?"
She shook her head decisively. "No, I don't think so, John. Not as long as Israel occupies most of Jordan. Remember, King Hussein declared himself out of the West Bank issue before the occupation, leaving the PLO as the Palestinian voice. As long as that matter remains unsolved, there's not much chance for peace."
Bennett softly pinched her arm. ''That's not a very optimistic statement from a nice Jewish girl."
"Half Jewish." Claudia smiled but her voice had an edge. "And remember, there are still some Israelis who think the way I do. However, the current government has a no-compromise frame of mind. Most Israelis honestly feel they can't give up any territory. They want a buffer zone around Israel's border."
Deciding there had been enough shop talk, Bennett led Claudia to the small dance floor. Pressed close together halfway through the song, he whispered, "Hey there, lady. Can I give you a lift to your hotel?"
She regarded him with a twinkle in her hazel eyes. "Sure thing, sailor. If you're going my way."
PART III
The beginning of all war may be discerned not only by the first act of hostility, but by the counsels and preparations foregoing.
Chapter 10
TEL AVIV, Aug. 1. (Special to Mideast News Service) — Despite a period of relative quiet in the Middle East over the past I2 months, various military authorities anticipate a continuing growth of tensions in months to come. Few serving officers or defense ministry spokesmen in the region were willing to speak for the record, but nearly all those queried believe that conflict between Israel and the Arab bloc may occur in the near future.