War Machine Page #11

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What? I didn't properly consult you?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

We had a conversation.

- Give me his phone number.

- What? Whose phone number?

This f***ing Cullen f***.

Give me his f***ing phone number!

- I'm not gonna give you his phone number.

- Why the f*** not?

Because you're acting crazy! You're acting

like a f***ing lunatic right now!

You think this is crazy, huh?

- You think this is me being crazy?

- Peter! Calm down!

You f***ing calm down!

Duckman!

I'm gonna beat you down

unless you chill out.

Oh, I'd like to see you try, old man.

F***ing come on!

Settle down, fellas.

I do believe I'm finished.

So...

do me a favor, and...

be lovely to one another.

- Sir.

- Yes, sir.

Dick.

Glen.

The president wants to see you in DC.

You need to be on a plane this afternoon.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Andy.

Badi.

Okay. Let's go, Willy.

Fall out.

- Do you need anything, boss?

- Uh, no. Thank you, Willy.

Are you... are you sure you don't need me

to come with you?

I'm fine, Willy.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

And so Glen finally got

his face time with the president.

Getting fired probably wasn't

the kind of face time he was after,

but, well,

I guess you could say it was

kind of a page in the history books.

That was pretty exciting for me.

But, sadly, while I would've liked

to have thought

that my story had made a difference,

it didn't.

It just became another

celebrity-fall-from-grace story.

It would've been nice

if the conversation after

had been about the failure

of counterinsurgency,

or why we seem so desperate

to be at war all the time,

or how maybe what we're doing

is just making more enemies

all in the name of keeping America safe.

It might've been nice if it had caused

someone important to ask

what any of this says about us.

But really, the only question

anyone seemed to want to ask was,

"What the f*** was Glen McMahon doing

talking to a Rolling Stone

reporter anyway?"

Which, admittedly, is a good question.

Anyway, in the absence

of any real soul searching,

what do we do?

Well, obviously, we sack Glen

and we bring in some other guy.

And that other guy...

was Bob.

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