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Hello, my name is Charles

by Charles on January 19, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Many people talk about freedom.  The freedom to live where they want to, to say what they want to, to do what they want to do.  Very few people speak out though.  Of those, very few are willing to stand in public.  Of those, even fewer will stand and fight for freedom.  Those very, very few are the ones who built America six centuries ago.  Sometimes when their legacy is threatened we have faltered.  Sometimes we have risen.  I am proud every time I see the latter.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by Jack on January 18, 2012 at 12:01 am
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The government works for you.  Never allow it to take your freedom of speech, or your ability to defend it.  And always use your freedom of speech to let everyone know that you won’t allow it.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by Betty on January 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
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There is a holiday in America that celebrates the legacy of a Christian minister who taught everyone that there was a better way to live.  He used the media of the time to show everyone that all races should have the same freedoms of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  He led peaceful marches and protests and changed America.  I ask everyone to celebrate the legacy of Rev Martin Luther King, not just today, but every day of your lives.

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Boardwalk

by Jack on January 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: 2304 - Forge of War - First Draft

Hello, my name is Jack.  I’ve had some incredible times on beaches.  Parties that I will remember for the rest of my life.  Concerts for more kinds of music than I knew existed.  Bonfires, and singing, and dancing, and laughing.  And sometimes I’ve walked up and down a boardwalk with a girl.  It’s hard to say which times are more amazing.  They’re different, and I love them all.

 

 

Boardwalk

 

Jack watched Alpha Centauri A slip below the horizon, leaving only Cen B’s orange bulk low in the sky.  As he watched, Proxima’s red dot appeared in the sky as well for a few seconds before fading away.  It usually flared every hour or so.  It was more amazing when both suns were down of course, but even during the day it was impressive to watch.  He’d seen pictures of course, but the reality of New Earth’s sky was so much more amazing than any picture could tell.

Jack turned away from the sight, shaking his head in wonder, and scanned the beach next to him.  Ocean waves washed onto the beach with a dull roar.  Men, women, and children laughed and played in the surf and the sand.  Some lay on the beach, taking advantage of the remaining twilight to finish their sunbathing.  Jack scanned the bikini-clad bodies and smiled.  He really loved beaches.

A throat cleared itself next to him and he turned to look at Betty.  She was at home on the boardwalk, wearing her favorite yellow sundress and white sandals.  The dressed fluttered in the salty warm breeze coming off the ocean, and he aimed an innocent smile her way.

She arched an eyebrow.  “Don’t give me that look,” she said in a stern tone.  “I know you too well.”

Jack held the smile.  “What?  No jury would convict me.”

Betty’s face twisted into a sweet smile.  “But Samantha might.”

Jack’s hands reached for the scarf hanging around his neck reflexively.  “We don’t even know each other yet,” he returned.

“But you’re here to meet her,” Betty rejoined.  “Ogling other girls is not a way to make a good impression.”  Her amused smile vanished and she cleared her throat.  “Well, I suppose I should leave you now.  Good luck, Jack,” she said and faded away.

Jack swallowed, slipped a hand into his pants pocket, and pulled in a deep breath.  He held his head high and looked out over the beach, watching the sunbathers and swimmers packing up to go home.  He breathed in and out in time to the waves, and waited.

A fresh set of footsteps on the boardwalk approached his position and he felt electricity in the air.  He smiled and continued to scan the oncoming waves, waiting.  The footsteps stopped behind him.  He smiled and turned around to see flaming red hair lit by the falling sun.  Jack pulled the white cowboy hat from his head with his free hand and bowed.

“My lady.”  He stood tall again and placed the cowboy hat back on his head as he studied her.  A loose white blouse and pleated black skirt fluttered in the breeze and shrouded her lithe body.  A scarf that matched his hung around her neck, reaching down to her skirt.  Emerald eyes peered back at him with inquisitive intelligence and he knew that she was going to be a seriously wild ride.

She glanced up and down his Dress Whites with an amused smile.  “I think someone’s trying to impress me.”

Jack placed his free hand on his belt and held his smile.  “Is it working?”

Samantha clicked her tongue.  “Maybe.”  She looked out at the beach and nodded slowly.  “Enjoying the scenery?”

Jack chuckled.  “As a matter of fact, I was.”  He aimed a charming smile at her.  “But it pales in comparison to the Dulcinea who called me here.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.  “And where would this girl be?”  He thought it detected a twinkle in her eyes.

Jack smiled in pure pleasure, pulled in a deep breath, and released a long sigh.  “In a castle far away, waiting for her knight in white armor,” he said and pulled his Dress Whites tight with a wry smile.

Samantha smiled and examined the scarf hanging from his neck with an appraising air.  “And what is this then?”

“Why, a favor, a boon,” Jack said and waved his free hand in the air like a magician.  “A charm of great luck bestowed on me by my Dulcinea,” he finished with a raised finger.

She arched an eyebrow.  “Your Dulcinea?”

Jack smiled and lowered his hand to hold the scarf.  “Well, every brave knight needs a reason to ride off to battle with the dark and horrible enemy.”  He held her gaze and squeezed the scarf in his hand.  “And to return,” he added without thinking.

Samantha’s eyes opened wide and he mentally cursed himself for letting his composure slip.  Confident, confident, he must be confident.

“Or so the stories say,” he added with a wry smile.

She cocked her head to the side and examined him, a concerned look in her eyes.  “I thought you were a Cowboy,” she said and raised a hand to tap his cowboy hat’s brim.

Jack shrugged.  “I am.  But when was the last time you heard of Don Quixote, the errant cowboy?”

Samantha erupted into a laugh of pure amusement and shook her head.  She looked back at him with serious eyes.  “And what if your Dulcinea turns out to be an Aldonza?”

“Reality always trumps fantasy,” Jack answered with a serene smile.  He whipped the scarf from around his neck with a smooth motion and held it out to her.  “You ordered me to return this boon tonight, my lady, and I have…returned.”

She turned away to look at the beach, but he sensed the corner of her eyes on him and held his stance.  Something was reserved about her.  She was thinking about something that wasn’t here.  He didn’t know what it was, but warning bells clanged in his mind.  Their meeting was entering new territory, and he didn’t know what the rules were.

Of course that part was usual with girls.

She finally broke the silence with a single word.  “Why?”

Jack raised an eyebrow.  “Hmm?”

Samantha turned to face him again and he saw determination in her eyes.  “Why did you kiss me last night?”

Jack frowned, flicked the scarf back to drape over one shoulder, and tried a stalling tactic to give him time to think.  “Why did you kiss me first?”

She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a long look before shrugging.  “OK.  Fine.”

Jack shivered.  He knew girls, and he knew that those two words uttered together were never either OK or fine.

“I’ll bite,” she said in a sweet tone that sent more shivers down his spine.  “I was partying, I was enjoying the New Years celebration, I was dancing, and I was having fun.  And the ball came down and people started kissing and I decided I wanted to do that too.  So I found some random handsome guy who wasn’t kissing anyone and I glomped onto him.”  Her mouth pulled down in something near a frown.

“You think I’m handsome?” Jack said with a smile, trying to shift the conversation to his advantage.

Her eyes narrowed and she brought one finger up to touch her lips.  She let out a long breath and extended the finger to push against his chest.  “And then he kissed me back,” she said, jabbing him with each syllable.  “Why did he kiss me back?”

Jack blinked for a moment.  He really didn’t like being just a random kiss, but it hadn’t been one in the end.  He quickly dove back into a charming smile aimed at her.  “Well, you are an amazing young lady who should be kissed well and often.”

Samantha smiled.  “That may be true.”  Her expression turned more serious.  “But is that really why you kissed me?”

Jack spread his arms out wide.  “Why does anybody kiss?  Sparks.  Electricity.  You’re a good kisser.  There’s a lot of reasons we kiss each other.  To me it all comes down to whether or not we enjoyed it.  I enjoyed it.  I really enjoyed it.”  He looked at the scarf in his hand for a second before meeting her gaze.  “You did too.  Has that changed?”

Samantha shook her head.  “I don’t know.  I did…at the time.”  She shifted her hand over to brush the scarf and smiled before shaking her head.

Jack realized she was of two minds on last night.  She liked it, and was troubled by it.  The question was why.  He could try to charm her into using just the parts of her that liked it, but that wouldn’t fix the issue really, just delay it.  He needed to understand the other mind before he could figure out what to do.  Assuming he ever could understand of course.

He aimed an understanding smile at her and let out a long breath.  “What troubles you, my lady?” he asked and waved his hand in a chivalrous manner.

She shook her head but he detected the barest smile in it.  “You make it hard to be angry with you.”

Jack put his hand back on the scarf and smiled at her.  This really was dangerous territory if she was trying to be angry with him.  He had to know how dangerous.  “Why do you wanna be?”

“I don’t!” Samantha spat out, and shook her head.  “But, I’ve been thinking.”  She raised her eyes to meet his again and he saw turmoil in them.  “I wanted a short, fun, no commitment kiss.  Happy New Year and goodbye honey all in one.  Then you grab me, knock me off balance with your flashy little dance moves, and kiss me like…wow…”  Her eyes went slack in memory and she paused for a couple seconds.  She shook her head to clear it and her expression turned hard again.  “But I made it clear I didn’t want it.  I protested.  I struggled.  You kept kissing me anyways.  And no matter how much I liked the kiss, I don’t like that,” she finished with a grim look.

Jack licked his lips and looked down, a chill going down his spine as he realized why the problem started.  He could see her point of view.

She pulled his chin back up and looked him in the eyes.  He saw the determination to do whatever needed doing in them.  “Jack, part of me’s screaming at me right now but I will walk and you will never see me again if I can’t trust you.  If you keep playing around with this ridiculous little game of yours that gets you girls, I’m gone.  Talk, or I’m gone.  Your call.”

Jack smiled and sucked in a deep breath.  She had a truly amazing mind, and the stubbornness to stick to her guns no matter what.  She was amazing.  He felt something in him shift and knew, whether she walked or stayed in the next moments, he would be proud of her for doing it.  And she was worth going all the way to make her stay.

“You’re right.  As you’ve surmised, I’ve kissed a lot of girls in my time,” he said in a calm, clear voice.  “High school.  College.”  He chuckled.  “More than one father chased me off at gunpoint.”  He shook his head but held her gaze so she could know he was telling the truth.  “I knew every one of them.  I enjoyed spending time with them.”  He chuckled again and rubbed his jaw.  “I think the only time I ever did homework was with them.  More than once, a father barged into bedrooms to find books scattered over the bed, thank God.”  Jack gave a low whistle.  “Saved my bacon let me tell you.”  He chuckled for a moment, then chewed his lip for another, and brought one finger up to hold it between them.  “Last night’s the first time I ever kissed a stranger.”

Samantha stepped back and her eyes shifted from side to side as she considered his words.  He waited for her to look back at him before continuing.  She needed to know he was truthful.

“I liked the kiss but couldn’t stand being the stranger.  So I decided to make certain we weren’t strangers by the time the kiss ended,” he finished with a calm look.  He spread both arms out wide.  “Wrong or right, that was it.  That was why.  And after that I stepped back and waited for your next move.”  He took a very small step back, just enough to show his intentions, grabbed the scarf and whipped it off his shoulder to hold it between them.  “I don’t want you to walk right now.  I really don’t.”  He swallowed, but now was not the time for half measures.  “But I will never stop you from walking if that is your choice.  Not today, not tomorrow, not ten years from now.  Never.”  He gave her a calm smile and waited for her next move.  Again.

Samantha remained still, studying him, for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally she bit her lip, nodded, and sighed.  She stepped close, grabbed the scarf, and very firmly placed it back on his shoulders.  He swallowed as an electric shiver ran through his body.

“I believe you,” she whispered and patted the scarf, sending another jolt through him.  She turned away from him and gave a slight nod.

Motion caught Jack’s attention and he focused on a man by a car in the distance.  The man nodded back, opened the car door, and slipped into it.  A few moments later, it lifted off the ground and flew away.  A chill went down his spine as the fact that she’d expected to walk settled in.

She turned back to him and smiled.  “I’m afraid I didn’t plan very well.  Do you have any plans?”

Jack sucked in a deep breath, gave her his best charming smile and crooked his arm out next to him.  He looked down the boardwalk, at the vendors shutting their shops, at the sunbathers going home, and sighed.  “Would my lady like to walk down the boardwalk?”

She slipped her arm into his with a smile of her own.  “I would love to,” she answered and they began to walk.  She leaned in close and whispered.  “I’m glad I kissed a stranger last night.”

Jack let out a long breath and smiled.  “Just to be clear, we’re talking about me, right?” he asked.

Samantha slapped him with her free arm.  “And just how many strangers do you think I kissed last night?”

Jack sucked in a deep breath.  “Well, you were moving pretty quick…”

“Jack?” she said and gripped his arm tight.

“Yes, Ma’am?” he asked.

“You can shut up now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She gave him a satisfied smile.  “Good.”  She leaned against him as they walked.

Jack looked down, examining the scarf that was a match for the one she’d given him hung around her neck, draping over her breasts.  He reached his free hand over to grab the scarf and ran his thumb over it.

“What is this?”

“A scarf.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at her.  “I’ve seen a lot of these walking around town.  All different colors and patterns.  And I see that some of them are more prestigious than others.”  He waved her scarf in the general directions of a particularly snooty group of young men and women walking off the beach, all wearing a scarf of some other design.

She smiled and pulled her scarf out of his hands.  She waved it in his face.  “They’re school scarves.”

“Ahhh,” Jack whispered, projecting a tone of total understanding.  “So they come from a rival high school?”

Her body stiffened and she slapped his arm in a playful manner.  “College actually.”

“No,” Jack said, projecting shock as best he could.  “That can’t be.”  He cocked his head to the side and examined her smiling face.  “Unless you’re one of those honors students of course.  Getting ahead of the pack and all that.”

She pressed bumped her hip against his leg playfully.  “Just how young do you think I am?” she asked.

Jack pulled in a long breath, enjoying the moment and really not wanting to break it.  “Well…” he said through pursed lips, considering his words carefully.  He smiled as something came to mind.  “I think you are old enough to know your father would not approve of me, and young enough that you’re willing to risk it.”

Samantha chuckled.  “And what makes you think my Daddy has any say in who I date?”

Jack sighed and patted her arm with his free hand.  “If you call him Daddy, not Father, you will always be his little girl and he will always have something to say about who you date.  Whether you like it or not.  And it will often be through the megaphone of a shotgun aimed at the lad he has something to say to,” he finished with a wry smile.

Samantha chewed her lip for several seconds before shaking her head and patting his arm.  “Good answer.”

“I try.”

“You succeed,” she corrected.

“Yes, Ma’am.”  Jack smiled at the young lady on his arm, enjoying every second of it.  “So what school do you go to?”

“New Churchill College.  Business major.  What about you?”

Jack chuckled.  “Bemidji State.  And if I’m being honest, I majored in music, drinking, and girls, and not necessarily in that order.”

Samantha laughed.  “Do you play?”

Jack gave her a very large grin.  “I’m told I play very well.”

Samantha slapped his arm.  “Music.”

Jack chuckled.  “Oh…right.  That.”  Jack made a production of a regretful sigh.  “Yes, I play the guitar, I pluck a good fiddle, and I can do a mean harmonica too.  Do you play?”

Samantha gave him a slow smile.  “Yes,” she finally whispered.

Jack pulled in a deep breath in admiration.  She truly was a lively one.  “Are you going to tell me?” he finally asked.

She pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side.  “Do you think you can guess?”

“What do I get if I guess right?” he asked.

She smiled at him playfully.  “A walk on the beach?”

He looked over at the beach.  “We’re already doing that, aren’t we?”

Her smile grew.  “A longer walk on the beach.”

“OK.  I’m in,” he said with a satisfied smile.  Jack examined her right hand closely.  “Well, no calluses, so you don’t play a guitar.  Unless you’re left handed or use a pick.”

Samantha shook her head with an approving smile.

“Right.  So I’m guessing no harmonica?”

Samantha chuckled.  “Cold.”

“Right.”  Jack pursed his lips in thought and scanned her body.  She had better posture than most young ladies, suggesting she either had someone who taught her to walk properly, or she played something that required it, or both.  He watched her breath for several seconds, recognizing the smooth and controlled tempo of it.  “Well, you certainly have healthy lungs,” he said with a smile.

Samantha raised a warning eyebrow at him.

“I’m serious,” he answered with a chuckle.  “You control your breathing like you were trained to.”

She pursed her lips, examined him carefully, and finally nodded.

Jack pondered for a moment, and smiled again.  “You’ve got good lips too.  Flute?”

Samantha smiled and patted his arm before shaking her head.

“Ah…darn.”  Jack shrugged and scratched his chin with his free hand.  “Well, you don’t have the lips of a brass lass, so no tuba for you.”

She gave him a surprised look for a moment, then shook her head and shuddered theatrically, forcing him to chuckle.  It was actually a very good theatrical shrug.  He frowned and studied her again.  She had impressive control of her gait, very graceful, with each step landing exactly where she meant it.  He’d seen that before.

“You have nice legs too.”

She aimed another raised eyebrow at him.

He gave her an innocent smile.  “I mean you have good posture and have very good control of where you walk.  You do stage work.”

Samantha smiled.  “Getting warmer,” she whispered.

Jack smiled back and licked his lips.  The theatrical control of her body suggested training.  “Acting?”

Samantha sighed and walked on.

“Not exactly,” Jack whispered and considered more.  Back in the club on New Years she had slipped through the crowd without bumping into anybody.  “You know your way through a crowd and have an excellent sense of timing with the music.  So you perform in a crowd.  I’m going to say no to opera though.”

She looked at him for a long moment with a curious gaze.  “Why?”

Jack smiled at her.  “I’ve known opera girls.  They wouldn’t have been caught dead in that club on New Years.  They would be at their family’s Holiday Ball hobnobbing with all the other members of ‘real society’ and all that bunk.”

Samantha nodded in approval.  “You may continue.”

“I’m going to say no to ballet as well.”  At her questioning look, he smiled.  “Ballet companies prefer stick figure girls.  You, my lady, are no stick figure girl,” he said with an admiring look.

Samantha laughed and gave his arm a soft pat.  “We’re running out of boardwalk,” she said with a nod.

Jack glanced ahead to see where it ended about a block away.  They still had plenty of time.  He shrugged and pulled in a deep breath.  “I think your performing style is…singing…and some dancing or…choreographed stuff…with a bunch of other people.”

Samantha aimed an admiring smile at him and shifted back and forth on his arm.  “Getting hot,” she whispered.

“Yes, you are,” he answered.

She slapped his arm.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered and chewed his lower lip as he watched her move.  It was a very enjoyable sight.  He laughed as all the hints came together.  He could be wrong, but it matched everything he knew so far, so it was worth a guess.  “I’m willing to bet a very long walk on the beach, and a short dip in the ocean if you approve, that you are in a glee club.”

She stopped and spun to face him.  “How?”  Her gaze turned suspicious.  “Did your cyber tell you?”

Jack shook his head.  “No, Ma’am.  Using a cyber like that on you would be spying.  I don’t spy.  I’d much rather discover who you are in person.”  He aimed his best charming smile at her.  “And you are worth all the time, and all the pitfalls, and all the worry in the galaxy to discover.”

She raised an eyebrow and slapped his arm playfully.  “You, Sir, flatter too much,” she whispered.

Jack waggled his eyebrows at her.  “Only as much as you deserve.”

She smiled and gave him a slow nod.  She finally grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down the boardwalk.  “You walk.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered with a satisfied smile.

Samantha looked up at Jack with a thoughtful smile.  “Whatever do I do with you?” she finally asked.

Jack shrugged.  “I guess that depends on what you want to do with me.”  He gave her another charming smile.  “Is this a multiple choice question?”

Samantha smiled, pulled his head down, and kissed him on the lips.

Jack pulled back, sucked in a deep breath, and smiled.  “Ooh, I like that one.  But I think I’d be remiss if I answered before I’d seen any of the other options.  Don’t you agree?”

“Yes,” she answered with a flirtatious smile and pulled him further down the boardwalk.

“So what about that swim?” he asked as he let her guide him to the end of the boardwalk.

She stopped and looked up at him, her lips twisted in amusement.  “Maybe.”

Jack gave her his best charming smile.  “What, oh lady, do I have to do to make you agree?”

She shook her head and turned around to pull him back the way they’d come.  “Guess,” she finally said in an amused tone.

Jack felt a smile of confidence enter him and began to throw out option after option in his mind as he searched for just the right tactic.  He was so on for this game.

Many, many hours later, he strolled back onto the base that was his new home along with the rising Alpha Centauri A to see Charles waiting for him with a frown.

“You’re late!” he snapped.

Jack automatically went to attention, snapping his heals together.  “Sir!  I have ten minutes until I report for duty, sir!  I am not late yet, sir!”

Charles’ frown deepened, his eyes running up and down Jack’s dirty, soggy, and sand-spattered Dress Whites.  “What in Hell did you do to your uniform?” he growled.

“Sir!  I swam in the ocean, sir!” Jack said, his voice full of pride.

Charles shook his head and growled.  “Why in Hell would you do something so stupid with your Dress Whites?”

Jack’s face broke out in a grand smile.  “Sir!  There was a girl, sir!”

Charles lowered his head, brought a hand up to it, and shook his head, mumbling something that sounded like “Why do I bother?”  The man looked up, made a show of looking at a watch on his wrist and tapped it.  “Nine minutes, Jester!  Be bright and happy!  We have a long day today!” he finished with a wicked gleam that said he was not going to give Jack any slack.

Jack smiled back.  “Sir!  What do I do with the remaining five minutes, sir!”

“Get out of here!” Charles shouted

“Sir!  Yes, sir!” Jack shouted and broke into a run towards his barracks.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by Charles on January 15, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I have learned to live by many rules, some of them simple, and some not simple at all.  One is that I concentrate my thoughts on matters I would be proud to put my voice to.  Another is to consider my words as carefully as if they are my actions.  And I guard my actions, as if they are my character, for to those watching they most assuredly are.  And the repercussions of those actions, both good and bad, do dominate my life.

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