Housho wedding 1
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In Kure...
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There was something going on at Kure, Private First-Class Murphy mused to himself. Over the past week, there had been a lot of people coming through the gates onto base. There were Marines young and old from Third Battalion, Second Marines and Second Law-Enforcement Battalion, civilians from all points of the compass, soldiers young and old from Third of the Three-Twentieth Field Artillery and First of the Seventy-Fifth Rangers; there were Shipgirls coming in as well, Langley from Norfolk and Argus and Hermes from England, and what seemed like every Carrier and Seaplane-Tender in Japan. Something was definitely going on...
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Everyone was assembled; the gazebo was filled to bursting with men and women in their finest array. A tall, thin man in a gray suit stepped forward, removed a pair of round wire-frame glasses from his pocket, and cleared his throat. White Marine barracks-covers, a variety of cowboy-hats and ball-caps, and berets of Airborne-Red and Ranger-Tan came off of dozens of heads...
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Three days prior...
James smiled brightly and laughed as he clapped a group of Marines on the back. "Welcome to Kure, Boys!" He turned to Houshou and introduced them. "Houshou, meet Mike Baker, Johnny Sullivan, and Kevin Harris, three living examples of Murphy's Law in-garrison but some o' the best Marines to ever come out of Second LE. Half-Baked, Boxer, Kevlar, meet Houshou."
Baker chuckled. "You say the nicest things, Little Mac..." He extended his hand to Houshou. "It's a pleasure to meet'cha, Ma'am; good to see the Master-Sergeant found someone to keep him straight."
Meanwhile, Kaylee, Jaw, and Mike were chatting with an older gentleman when Zuikaku walked up. "Hey, Zui," said Jaw, "come here a minute; I want you to meet someone." When the Carrier had joined them, Jaw introduced her. "Zuikaku, meet my Great-Uncle Doug Schanks. Uncle Doug, this is my girlfriend, Zuikaku."
"It's an honor to meet you, Sir," Zui said with a slight bow.
Doug smiled and spoke, his voice bearing a Kansas accent. "The honor's all mine, Miss Zuikaku, and please, just call me Doug. I'm not really kin by blood to Jaw, but his granddad, Mike, was my best friend back when we were in the Red Knights together."
Kaylee chuckled. "Best friend, my armor-plated aft, Uncle Doug; to hear the stories told, you were Grandpa Mike's Thousandth Man."
The McAmis family continued greeting their guests, chatting and reconnecting with friends and family. There was Cousin Madison from Greeneville and her older brother Josh, Eryyka Potter, Sam's sister, and her girlfriend Keri. James greeted one of his late brother's former soldiers, Jackson Graves, with an enthusiastic, "Gravedigger; good to see you!" and was introduced to Graves' partner and intended, Samantha Picquery...
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Sam Potter put his glasses on and cleared his throat. James stood in front of him in his Dress Blues, and at his side were Mike in his own Dress Blues and Jaw in a gray suit; Kaylee stood with them, her kepi and coat left in her Jeep, in her Navy Dress Blues and for once wearing a skirt.
Houshou rounded the corner and started toward them, Admiral Goto walking beside her; behind them in a neat Column-of-Twos came Kaga, Zuikaku, and Hiryuu, escorted by Naganami, Makinami, and Ushio.
As they approached, a drum began to beat and a lone bugle began to play a very familiar tune...
Da-da-dada, da-da-dada...
Sam cleared his throat one last time and gave James a reassuring smile before speaking.
"Dearly Beloved..."
In Kure...
...............................................
There was something going on at Kure, Private First-Class Murphy mused to himself. Over the past week, there had been a lot of people coming through the gates onto base. There were Marines young and old from Third Battalion, Second Marines and Second Law-Enforcement Battalion, civilians from all points of the compass, soldiers young and old from Third of the Three-Twentieth Field Artillery and First of the Seventy-Fifth Rangers; there were Shipgirls coming in as well, Langley from Norfolk and Argus and Hermes from England, and what seemed like every Carrier and Seaplane-Tender in Japan. Something was definitely going on...
..................................................
Everyone was assembled; the gazebo was filled to bursting with men and women in their finest array. A tall, thin man in a gray suit stepped forward, removed a pair of round wire-frame glasses from his pocket, and cleared his throat. White Marine barracks-covers, a variety of cowboy-hats and ball-caps, and berets of Airborne-Red and Ranger-Tan came off of dozens of heads...
.................................................
Three days prior...
James smiled brightly and laughed as he clapped a group of Marines on the back. "Welcome to Kure, Boys!" He turned to Houshou and introduced them. "Houshou, meet Mike Baker, Johnny Sullivan, and Kevin Harris, three living examples of Murphy's Law in-garrison but some o' the best Marines to ever come out of Second LE. Half-Baked, Boxer, Kevlar, meet Houshou."
Baker chuckled. "You say the nicest things, Little Mac..." He extended his hand to Houshou. "It's a pleasure to meet'cha, Ma'am; good to see the Master-Sergeant found someone to keep him straight."
Meanwhile, Kaylee, Jaw, and Mike were chatting with an older gentleman when Zuikaku walked up. "Hey, Zui," said Jaw, "come here a minute; I want you to meet someone." When the Carrier had joined them, Jaw introduced her. "Zuikaku, meet my Great-Uncle Doug Schanks. Uncle Doug, this is my girlfriend, Zuikaku."
"It's an honor to meet you, Sir," Zui said with a slight bow.
Doug smiled and spoke, his voice bearing a Kansas accent. "The honor's all mine, Miss Zuikaku, and please, just call me Doug. I'm not really kin by blood to Jaw, but his granddad, Mike, was my best friend back when we were in the Red Knights together."
Kaylee chuckled. "Best friend, my armor-plated aft, Uncle Doug; to hear the stories told, you were Grandpa Mike's Thousandth Man."
The McAmis family continued greeting their guests, chatting and reconnecting with friends and family. There was Cousin Madison from Greeneville and her older brother Josh, Eryyka Potter, Sam's sister, and her girlfriend Keri. James greeted one of his late brother's former soldiers, Jackson Graves, with an enthusiastic, "Gravedigger; good to see you!" and was introduced to Graves' partner and intended, Samantha Picquery...
.................................................
Sam Potter put his glasses on and cleared his throat. James stood in front of him in his Dress Blues, and at his side were Mike in his own Dress Blues and Jaw in a gray suit; Kaylee stood with them, her kepi and coat left in her Jeep, in her Navy Dress Blues and for once wearing a skirt.
Houshou rounded the corner and started toward them, Admiral Goto walking beside her; behind them in a neat Column-of-Twos came Kaga, Zuikaku, and Hiryuu, escorted by Naganami, Makinami, and Ushio.
As they approached, a drum began to beat and a lone bugle began to play a very familiar tune...
Da-da-dada, da-da-dada...
Sam cleared his throat one last time and gave James a reassuring smile before speaking.
"Dearly Beloved..."