the WEST POINT WARRIORS
ISBN: 978-1980951698 Amazon
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JOSEPH has been commissioned General of the U.S. Armed Forces by JIMMY CARTER.

Someone forgot to tell the POTUS that JOSEPH is only twelve years old; nevertheless JOSEPH will not violate the President's trust.

Follow the fantastic voyage with JOSEPH as he travels through time to meet rough tough little MICHELLE, a seven year old who thinks she's one of the guys.

As anarchy places a boot at the Academy, it's up to JOSEPH and MICHELLE to establish order. They're going to need all the help they can get. Sign up to join in on the adventure."You're in the Army now! "
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN : NUMBER SIXTEEN


The boys landed one by one safely on the ground.  All were accounted for except one.  The Young General knew sixteen had jumped out of the plane, but the count at ground level only accounted for fifteen.  The Young General ordered the officers to count for their men.  Tommy, being the Medic mentioned parachute sickness with worry and good intent for the Young General.
 
            Captain Flemmings counted for fifteen and so did Lieutenant Louie.  The Young General insisted that there were sixteen that jumped, but he knew when to give it a rest, until:
 
            “Sir?” called out Captain Flemmings, “I recall singing in the plane on behalf of a young lady, although I can’t understand why the thought is making an escape.”
 
            “I need a second input for verification,” asked the General.
 
            “I verify, Sir.  We did sing.  There was a sixteenth, although I can’t phantom why we’re only fifteen?” Louie said.  “My thoughts too are decimating.”
 
            “Search the area for five minutes or until we find that sixteenth.” ordered the General.  He looked all around his visual permission but there was no sixteenth.  He glanced up and his heart went to her.  He saw a flash of a silver streak and understood.  Michelle was from a different time frame and whoever brought her to his time, into his life must now have her back where she belongs.  He accepted that.  “All right, men.  I now call you men.  You have faced fear and have overcome it.  We have challenged.  We have succeeded.  We have grown.  Hua!”
 
            “Hua!” the boys hollered.
 
            “Hua!” called out the General.
 
            “Hua!” answered the boys.
 
            “Secure your gear, fall into formation and let’s road march out of here and head back home to the barracks.”
 
            “Hua!”
 
Being distraught, he had noticed Tommy near his office and who decided to play the Candy Game with him.  The Candy Game consisted of a person who pretended be dying and who cried out for candy and that candy was the only cure to which he was quickly given a “Lifesaver.”
 
If the phantom pain persisted, then the patient or person pretending to be dying was given a “Now and Later.” If the patient consumed the “Now and Later” he was given another one for “later.” If the patient decided to save the candy for later, he was then given one for now.  In any case, he was given two and told, “Take two and call me in the morning.” The General seldom ate.  He was always fasting in observance of his religious needs.
 
Tommy and the General always had a good laugh playing the Candy Game.  Tommy enjoyed playing the doctor part while Joe enjoyed being the patient who ate the candy.  Joe loved Tommy because whenever he was in distress, Tommy’s kindness always lifted his spirits and he knew that Tommy loved him back.  To survive as a youth, one must make a game out of the difficulties of life.  Finding a solution for victory becomes easier.  He would always remind Tommy of such understanding.  Joe’s blood pressure would drop.  The sugar in the candy would actually heal him.  Being the General’s personal Physician, Tommy always knew when the General would fast.
 
            “Sir, I have motivating news.” Tommy said pounding his left arm across his chest.
 
            “Speak Centurion!” said the General comically.
 
            “You have to pull yourself away from your desk.” Tommy said, “Really Sir, you always work and you have been forgoing sleep to protect us throughout the night.  It is we who should be protecting you.  Now spiffy yourself up.  I believe you’re going to like our new Cadette.”
 
            “Sir?” Captain Flemmings called out, “You need to come and see this.  I can’t believe it’s true?”
 
            “I can’t believe it either.” said Lieutenant Louie.
 
            “It’s number sixteen, Sir!” the Unit called, “Hua!”
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