Finally James was
released from all the questioning. He had hoped to be allowed to return, but
that wasn't going to happen just yet. It seemed there were still some people
who wanted to talk with him. James was quietly taken to Camp David. It seemed
the President, himself, wanted to talk with James. When James arrived he soon
found out it wasn't just the President. He found himself in a room with the
Secretary of State, the Secretary of Defense, and General Adams the Commander
of the Air Force in Europe. There were several others there as well, but James
wasn't sure who they all were. The first man to speak was the President. He
stood up and moved to greet James as he was shown into the room. "Captain
Cooper, I must say I was expecting someone much more like Superman, but I guess
you do sort of resemble Clark Kent. It is good to finally meet you, though I
must say I would have preferred it to be under less strained
circumstances."
James managed to snap
a quick salute and then shake his hand as he replied. "Sir, I am honored
to meet you, but I too wish it was under different circumstances." The
President just smiled and motioned for James to take a seat as he did the same.
Once they were all seated again the President spoke. "Well now that you
are here I would like to hear what you have to say about things. Start where
ever you want and tell me everything you feel I should know. I have been
briefed and read your testimony, but now I want it in your own words. Tell it
the way you think it needs to be told. What I have read was focused on placing
blame. I want to hear the whole story from start to finish. I promise you that
none of these people will interrupt you. I may ask you a few questions myself,
but I will try to let you just talk if I can."
This hadn't been
expected by James. He had expected a lot more questions and a lot more
frustrated politicians. Instead he seemed to have been given an open forum.
Well he had been praying for a chance to speak his mind. Dad and Pastor David
had often warned him to be careful what you prayed for... you just might get
it! It looked like they had been right again! James nodded his head and took a
moment to sort out his thoughts. Then he started talking. He didn't start with
the meeting or the raid on it. James started from the very beginning, why he
had been asked to go to Syria and how things had developed. He talked about the
leaders he had worked with and about the slow progress of the talks. Finally he
had gotten to the meeting, the sudden NATO attack, and their combined response
to that attack. At least he told them what he could remember of it. A lot of
that last day was very blurry and some spots were just blank to him. The
doctors said that was because of his concussion. The President had never said a
word, nobody did. Finally James was ready to wrap it all up.
"That is about
all I can tell you, sir. I have been trying to make everyone understand that we
had to do what we did. I believed we had a real chance for peace. Maybe we
still do sir, but I need to get back there. I was told that they won't talk to
anyone except Aadila and Sabella. If you would let me get back there, then
maybe I can get you some more answers. I know those men, sir. They may not like
us and they may not agree with anything we say, but they are all concerned
about their nation and their people. Please sir, I don't care what you decide
to do about my actions, but let me try to get this worked out first. I know I
can make a difference if you will just give me the chance. Then you can do
whatever you need to do to me. Please just don't let this chance slip away. We
have a chance to make a real difference in the lives of the people of Syria.
Please sir, I am begging you. Give me a chance to do whatever I can to save
this situation." James had been looking at and talking directly to the
President the entire time. Now he continued to watch, wait, and pray. What
would this man do? Would he give James a chance or would he sacrifice James in
the name of foreign relations and politics?
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