THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VII

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VII

The one thing I’d come to understand about whatever it was I was supposed to be doing for the Western Whitehouse, at first with Haldeman and now no doubt with Mardian, was immediacy. When people in their positions wanted something, they wanted it right now. Physically...
THE COWARDLY LION,  Book Two,  Chapter VI

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter VI

The front hubs on the Bronco had obviously never been turned before. It took all the strength I had in my wrists to slowly move the hubs a hundred and eighty degrees. Finally, they were turned. I got back in the Bronco, backed up, and faced the six-foot-high berm of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter V

Chapter V Chief Murray and I stood, looking at the specially equipped and painted Boeing 707, with a big American flag painted brilliantly on the vertical part of its tail, until Kissinger, Haldeman, and Ehrlichman disappeared into its side door. The plane was called...
THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK II, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, BOOK II, Chapter IV

Chapter IV I pulled away from home in the Volks, only wanting to escape back onto the stretches of beach I realized I was finding some solace driving, if not doing anything else productive. Vietnam had come again out of nowhere. Nguyen, reaching forward from the past,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, CHAPTER III

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, CHAPTER III

I spent the next four days working out, as best I could. I had the endurance to run five miles straight, but I hadn’t regained the speed I one had before being shot and operated on so much.  My fears about the coming academy stretch were active, particularly at...
THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Book Two, Chapter II

The uniform shop in Santa Ana was located on the main drive passing through the center of the rather over-populated and kind of ragged city.  San Clemente was much smaller, tighter and kept its streets, sidewalks and plant life in much better shape.  Of course, San...
The Cowardly Lion, Book Two, Chapter I

The Cowardly Lion, Book Two, Chapter I

My first day working with the Home of the Western White House, as the Cotton Estate was becoming known everywhere in and around the town of San Clemente, wasn’t a workday at all.  After reporting in to the remarkably strange and alienating H.R. Haldeman, there was...