1800 27 JAN 91
Jets on the run.

If Graham will admit he likes dudes he can get out of DEFCON ONE in five days. And leave doll-face Sweet Pea in the Gulf?

References to Sweet Pea get out of hand as worries grow about a “Health & Comfort Check” (an excuse to search possessions). Graham sends excerpts home for safe keeping -- with all mail subject to censorship! Worries the NIS has contacted Graham’s CO “telling him what he already knows.”

Bob Graham’s 115th dream:

Holding very still. There were no sounds. Not even breathing. His come hit the roof of my mouth, that thing hanging down like a bell -- my epiglottis -- like a BB gun shooting a star out of a card at the County Fair, like a softball knocking the doll off a carnival shelf. It woke me up.

Advancement Exam approaches. Scrapper, the Airman striker (trainee), still works in Wolfpack Personnel. He came from the Line division (scrubbing jets) and hopes to better his lot. PNC has it in for Scrapper, since he’s Graham’s ally. Reservists arrive, including a capable replacement for Graham, if he happens to get kicked out.

Graham notes: there will always be West Hollywood Invaders, Castro Street Killers, red neck fag bashers, God righteous murderer gangs who can’t stand the sound of one sex kissing. Half of them beat their meat to lesbian videos; a fourth are homos hiding under cloaks of homophobia. The rest are scared to death to slide two fingers up their butt. Happily married heterosexuals? They’ll fret for their kids.