Donny sucked a gulp of dry, painful air.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"At 1600 hours, I"ll show up at the barracks with a plainclothes detachment of NIS. We"ll incarcerate him at the Navy Yard brig."
"On what charge?"
"Security violation. Naval Penal Code DOD 69-455. Unauthorized possession of cla.s.sified information. Also, DOD 77-56B, unauthorized transmission or transference of cla.s.sified information."
"Ah-on what basis?"
"Your basis, Fenn."
"My basis, sir?" basis, sir?"
"Your basis."
"But I haven"t reported anything. He went to a couple of parties where they were flying the NVA flag. Half the apartments in Washington are hanging the NVA flag. I see it everywhere."
"You can place him in the presence of a known radical organizer."
"Well, I can place myself myself in that same guy"s presence. And I have no information to suggest he was compromising Marine security or intelligence. I just saw him talking with a guy, that"s all." in that same guy"s presence. And I have no information to suggest he was compromising Marine security or intelligence. I just saw him talking with a guy, that"s all."
"You can place him in the presence of Trig Carter. Do you know yet who Trig Carter is?"
"Ah, well, sir, you said-"
"Tell him, Weber."
"This is straight from this morning"s MDW-Secret Service-FBI briefing, Fenn," said Weber. "Carter is now suspected of being a member of the Weather Underground. He"s not "merely" a peacenik with a placard and some flowers in his hair, but he"s an extreme radical who may be linked to the Weather Underground"s bombing campaign."
Donny was dumbstruck.
"Trig?"
"Don"t you see it yet, Corporal?" said Bonson. "These two bright boys are hatching up something good and b.l.o.o.d.y for May Day. We have to stop them. If I collar Crowe, maybe that"ll be enough to save some lives."
"Sir, I saw nothing that would-"
"Then get with the f.u.c.king program, Corporal!" Bonson bellowed. He leaned forward, fixing Donny with his murderous glare. He seemed to bear a grudge against the known world and was holding Donny responsible for all his disappointments, for all the women who wouldn"t sleep with him, for the fraternities that wouldn"t pledge him, for the schools that wouldn"t accept him.
"You think this is some kind of joke, don"t you, Corporal? It"s beneath you somehow. So you"ll go along to stay out of "Nam, and just play it cool and cute and rely on your good looks and your charm to drift through? You won"t get your hands dirty, you won"t do the job. Well, that stops today. You have a job. You have a legal order a.s.signed by higher headquarters and pa.s.sed down through a legal chain of command, vetted by your commanding officer. You will perform. Now, you stop s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around and pretending like your feelings matter. You get on this thing and you get inside and you get me what I need, or by G.o.d, I will see to it that you"re the only U.S. Marine on the DMZ when Uncle Ho sends his tanks south to mop up. We"ll get you a Springfield rifle and a campaign hat and see how well you do. Are you reading me?"
"Loud and clear," said Donny.
"Go do your f.u.c.king job," said Bonson icily. "I"ll hold off a day, maybe two. But get inside before before May Day or I"ll sweep them all up and off to Portsmouth and you to the "Nam. Do you copy?" May Day or I"ll sweep them all up and off to Portsmouth and you to the "Nam. Do you copy?"
"I copy, sir," said Donny, blushing at the dressing down.
"Out," said Bonson, signifying the interview was over.
"You okay?"
"I"m fine," Donny said.
"You look not-cool."
"I"m cool."
"Well, a bunch of us were going over to this party in G-town, Donny. I found out about it from Trig."
Oh Christ, Donny thought, as the solicitous Crowe loomed over him in the upstairs barracks room where the off-base men kept their huge gray lockers and were now stripping down after a hot afternoon in the boneyard.
"Crowe, you know we may be on alert at any time. Is your riot gear outstanding? What about steaming and pressing your tunic, washing out your dark socks, and spending an hour or two on that spit shine, which has begun to look a little dim. That"s That"s what you ought to be doing." what you ought to be doing."
"Yeah, well," said Crowe, "believe me on this one, I know. We"re not going on alert till 2400 tomorrow night."
Donny almost pointed out that if you said "2400" you didn"t have to say "night," but Crowe wasn"t stoppable at that point.
"And we"ll just hang around here. We may get on trucks and, probably on Sat.u.r.day, we"ll deploy to a building near the White House. But it"ll be a short deployment. All the action"s going on across the river. The whole point of this one is to converge on the Pentagon and close it down. Trig told me."
"Trig told you? He told you about the deployment? Man, that"s cla.s.sified. Why the h.e.l.l would he know?"
"Don"t ask me. Trig knows everything. He has entree everywhere. He probably is having c.o.c.ktails with J. Edgar himself right as we speak. By the way, did you know Hoover was a fruit? He"s a G.o.dd.a.m.n fruit! fruit! He hangs out in Y"s and s.h.i.t." He hangs out in Y"s and s.h.i.t."
"Crowe, you"re not telling telling Trig s.h.i.t, are you? I mean, it might seem like a joke to you, but you could get into deep, serious green c.r.a.p that way." Trig s.h.i.t, are you? I mean, it might seem like a joke to you, but you could get into deep, serious green c.r.a.p that way."
"Man, what do I I know? Little Eddie Crowe"s just a grunt. He knows nothing." know? Little Eddie Crowe"s just a grunt. He knows nothing."
"Crowe, I"m not kidding."
"Is someone asking about me?"
"So where"s this party?"
"Shouldn"t you be trying to find your girl? She didn"t look too happy when you bailed out on her last night to hang out with us. And if I know my h.o.r.n.y hippie peace freaks, that bearded guy hanging on her shirttails has a serious case of the please-f.u.c.k-mes. You may have to call in a fire mission on him him. Hotel Echo."
"n.o.body"s asking about you."
" "Cause if they are, here"s my advice: give me up. I ain"t worth s.h.i.t. Seriously, Donny, roll over on me in a second. If it"s you or me, buddy, choose you. It would be a shame any other way."
"Eddie, you"re full of s.h.i.t. Now, where"s this party? I need a f.u.c.king keg of beer."
"Maybe Trig can find your girl."
"Maybe he can."
They showered and dressed, and signed out with a warning from the duty NCO to call in every couple of hours to make sure the company hadn"t gone on alert. Sure enough, Crowe"s obedient buddies waited just outside the barracks" main gate, on Eighth Street. They climbed in the old Corvair.
"Hey, Donny."
"Cool. Donny, the hero."
He could hardly remember the names. He had a splitting headache. He had told a lie, direct and flat out. n.o.body is asking about you n.o.body is asking about you.
But G.o.ddammit, how had Crowe known so much? Why had he asked Donny the other day where they"d deploy? Why was all this bad s.h.i.t happening anyway? And what about Julie? She was camping in some muddy field with what"s his face, and he hadn"t even really talked talked to her. She hadn"t called and left a number, either. Man, it was all coming down. to her. She hadn"t called and left a number, either. Man, it was all coming down.
But when they got there, Trig came over and greeted them, and when Crowe told him Donny"s situation, he said it would be no problem.
"Sure," he said. "Let me make a call." He went off, and Donny sat among a bunch of turned-out Georgetown kids, dressed like young Republicans, while Crowe, in his hair-hiding boonie cap, worked a girl who didn"t work him back. Presently, Trig returned.
"Okay, let"s go," he said.
"You found her?"
"Well, I found out where the University of Arizona kids are camping. That"s where she"d be, right?"
"Right," said Donny.
"Okay, I"ll run you over."
Donny paused. Was he supposed to be looking after Crowe? But now he"d set this thing up, and if he hung with Crowe it would look very strange. And he was supposed to watch Crowe with with Trig, right? And if he was with Trig, then Crowe couldn"t be giving up any secrets, could he? Trig, right? And if he was with Trig, then Crowe couldn"t be giving up any secrets, could he?
"Great," said Donny.
"Just let me get my book," said Trig. He disappeared for a second, then came back with a large, really filthy-looking sketchbook. It had the sense of a treasured relic. "Never go anyplace without this. I might see an eastern swallowtail mudlark!" He laughed at himself, showing white teeth.
Outside, Trig gestured to the inevitable Trigmobile, a TR-6, bright red, its canvas roof down.
"Cool wheels," said Donny, hopping in.
"I picked it up a little while ago in England," he said. "I got burned out on peace s.h.i.t. I took a little sabbatical, went to London, spent some time in Oxford. The Ruskin School of Drawing. Bought this baby."
"You must be loaded."
"Oh, I think there"s money in the family. Not my father; he doesn"t make a penny. He"s in State, planning some tiny part of the war, the economic infrastructure of the province of Quang Tri. What does your dad do?" Trig asked.
"My dad was a rancher. He worked like h.e.l.l and never made a penny. He died poor."
"But he died clean. In our family, we don"t work. The money works. We play. Working for something you believe in, that"s the best. That"s the maximum charge. And if you can have a good time at it, man, that"s really really cool." cool."
Donny said nothing. But a darkness settled on him: he was here as a Judas, wasn"t he? He"d sell Trig out for thirty pieces of silver, or rather three stripes and no trip back to the Land of Bad Things. He looked over at Trig. The wind was blowing the slightly older man"s hair back lushly, like a cape streaming behind a horseman. Trig wore Ray-Ban sungla.s.ses and had one of those high, beautiful foreheads. He looked like a young G.o.d on a good day.
This guy was Weather Underground? This guy would bomb things, blow up people, that sort of stuff? It didn"t seem possible. By no reach of his imagination could he see Trig as conspiratorial. He was too much at the center of things; the world had given itself to him too easily and too eagerly.
"Could you kill anyone?" Donny asked.
Trig laughed, showing white teeth.
"What a question! Wow, I"ve never been asked that one!"
"I killed seven men," Donny said.
"Well, if you hadn"t have killed them, would they have killed you?"
"They were trying trying to!" to!"
"So, there you have it. You made your decision. But no, no, I couldn"t. I just can"t see it. For me, too much would die. I"d be better off dead myself than having killed anything. That"s just what I believe. I"ve believed it ever since I looked in a house in Stanleyville and saw twenty-five kids cut to pieces. I can"t even remember if it"s because they were rebels or government. They probably didn"t know. Right then: no more killing. Stop the killing. Just like the man says, all we are saying is give peace a chance."
"Well, it"s hard to give it a chance when a guy is whacking away at you with an AK-47."
Trig laughed.
"You have me there, partner," he said merrily.
But then he said, "Sure, anybody gets that kind of slack. But you wouldn"t have shot into that ditch in My Lai like those other guys did. You would have walked away. Hot blood, cold blood. h.e.l.l, you"re a cowboy. You were trained to shoot in self-defense. You shot morally." morally."
Donny didn"t know what to say. He just stared ahead glumly until in the falling light they sped through downtown, past the big government buildings still shiny in the fading sun, along the park-lined river and at last reached West Potomac Park, just beyond Jefferson"s cla.s.sy monument.
Welcome to the May Tribe.
On one side of the street, eight or nine cop cars were parked, and DC cops in riot gear watched in sullen knots. Across the street, equally sullen, knots of hippie kids in jeans and oversized fatigue coats and long flowing hair watched back. It was a stare-down; n.o.body was winning.
Trig"s presence registered immediately and the kids parted, suddenly grinning, and Trig drove the Triumph through them and down an asphalt road that led toward the river, some playing fields, some trees. But it was more like Sherwood Forest than any college campus. The meadows streamed with kids in tents, kids at campfires, kids stoned, playing Frisbee, singing, smoking, eating, necking, bathing topless in the river. Port-a-pots had been put up everywhere, bright blue and smelly.
"It"s the gathering of the tribes," said Donny.
"It"s the gathering of our generation," said Trig.
Being with Trig was like being with Mick Jagger. He knew everybody, and at least three or four times he had to stop the Triumph and clamber out as proteges came upon him for hugs or advice, for gossip or news, or just to be with him. Astonishing thing: he remembered everybody"s name. Everybody"s Everybody"s. He never fumbled, he never forgot, he never made a mistake. He seemed to inflate in the love that was thrust upon him, by boy and girl, man and woman, even some old bearded, be-sandaled radicals who looked as if they"d probably protested World War I, too.
"Boy, they love you," Donny said.
"I"ve just been riding this circuit for seven long years. You get to know folks. I am tired, though. After this weekend, I"m going to crash at a friend"s farm out in Germantown. Paint some birds, blow some gra.s.s, just chill. You ought to bring Julie, if she"s still here, and come out. Route thirty-five, north of Germantown. Wilson, the mailbox says. Here, here, I think this is it."
Donny saw her almost immediately. She had camouflaged herself in some kind of Indian full-length dress and wore her hair up, pinned with a Navajo silver brooch. He had given it to her. It cost him $75.
The a.s.shole kid Farris was near her, though he wasn"t talking to her. He was just watching her from a ways away, utterly mesmerized.
"Hi," Donny called.
"I brought Young Lochinvar from out of the West," Trig said.
"Oh, Donny."
"Enjoy," said Trig. "Let me know when you want to get out of here. I"ll go listen to Peter Farris whine for a while."
But Donny wasn"t listening. He looked full into the person that was Julie, and his heart broke all over again. Every time he saw her was like a first time. His breath came in little spurts. He felt himself lighting up inside. He gave her a hug.