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Vietnam, 1971
Was he a threat to himself or the other marine pilots? Lieutenant Devon Carmichael was not sure how to answer the straightforward question. The experiment he had been involved in was months ago, with no apparent side effects. Honestly, I don’t think so.
The commanding officer stepped forward. No? Well, while you were sick, you ran a 108-degree fever. The doctor didn’t force me to take you to the hospital because no one knew what the hell was wrong with you. Then I was told flat out to keep my nose out of your past. The captain sighed and moved toward the door. Your fever was sure strange. By all counts, you should be dead, or brain damaged.
With the knob in his hand, he turned to look at his young officer once more. So no, huh? Okay, if you say so. He pulled the door open, turned, and leaned against it. Oh, Dev, a couple other things I may not have mentioned before. You were seen on South Point Hill overlooking the beach and the defensive fighting positions yesterday by the military police, and in the hangar walking around your plane the day before that. And in both instances, you simply vanished! Now seeing as how I know you never left that bed for a single minute since we put you there three days ago, this poor old country boy has to stop and ask himself, ‘Do you possibly have a twin?’ The senior officer raised an eyebrow at Devon’s expression of shocked surprise.
Son, you just might want to ask yourself about that top secret stuff one more time. Because personally, I disagree with your answer. He stepped into the hall to let Devon rethink what it had meant to be part of the Carmichael Experiment.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Vietnam, 1971
Was he a threat to himself or the other marine pilots? Lieutenant Devon Carmichael was not sure how to answer the straightforward question. The experiment he had been involved in was months ago, with no apparent side effects. Honestly, I don’t think so.
The commanding officer stepped forward. No? Well, while you were sick, you ran a 108-degree fever. The doctor didn’t force me to take you to the hospital because no one knew what the hell was wrong with you. Then I was told flat out to keep my nose out of your past. The captain sighed and moved toward the door. Your fever was sure strange. By all counts, you should be dead, or brain damaged.
With the knob in his hand, he turned to look at his young officer once more. So no, huh? Okay, if you say so. He pulled the door open, turned, and leaned against it. Oh, Dev, a couple other things I may not have mentioned before. You were seen on South Point Hill overlooking the beach and the defensive fighting positions yesterday by the military police, and in the hangar walking around your plane the day before that. And in both instances, you simply vanished! Now seeing as how I know you never left that bed for a single minute since we put you there three days ago, this poor old country boy has to stop and ask himself, ‘Do you possibly have a twin?’ The senior officer raised an eyebrow at Devon’s expression of shocked surprise.
Son, you just might want to ask yourself about that top secret stuff one more time. Because personally, I disagree with your answer. He stepped into the hall to let Devon rethink what it had meant to be part of the Carmichael Experiment.