True Navy Blue: SEAL Brotherhood, True Blue SEALs Series Premiere (6 page)

“You got a problem hanging with the rest of us in the slime pool?” One of the recruits asked him one day. Several of the instructors looked up.

Zak had left a space between himself and the African American recruit for Charlie, who normally took that spot. He was being watched by the instructor table.

“Thought Charlie was gonna sit there. Just leaving his spot.”

Recruit Carter smiled, showing a gold tooth in the front. “You see Charlie anywhere?” He motioned with his fork.

Zak scanned the room and didn’t see the frizzy-haired kid he thought looked like a weasel. He shook his head.

Carter stared at the seat next to him like it had a blood stain on the bench and then back up to Zak.

Zak decided to make his comment loud enough for the instructors to hear too. “Carter, you want to cuddle, I’ll cuddle with you for a bit, keep your ass warm, but that’s as far as it goes,” Several recruits began laughing. Carter had a piece of bread thrown at him, and the tension was broken.

Carter became one of his circle of close friends.

“I like you, white boy. You don’t stick your nose where it don’t belong,” Carter said. “You got a past?”

“Doesn’t everybody?” Zak answered.

“Oh, that they do. I’m actually lucky to be here.” Carter looked out over the inlet as they sat in the sand, eating ice cream.

“Me too,” Zak admitted.

“You got trouble with The Man back home?”

“Who? You mean my dad?”

“Fuck no. The Law. You have trouble with the law?”

Zak smiled and licked his ice cream.

“Oh yeah, that. That memory. I wanna know about that,” Carter barked, punching him in the arm.

“Just the Chief’s daughter. Lovely daughter.”

“Oh snap, froglet! I’d be dead if I tried that. I’m guessing her and her dad’s white?”

“Yes.”

“Hell, I wouldn’t even try one of the black Chiefs in my home town in Louisiana. I thought you had some past.” He wiped his fingers clean. “What’d you do?”

“Just pranks. Pumpkins in the pool. Jell-O in the other school’s fountain.”

“What the hell you talkin’ about? You get arrested for throwing pumpkins and shit? I never heard about no Jell-O bandit. You bad. You a bad dude!”

Ever after that day, Zak’s nickname was changed to Jell-O. Carter never let him forget he wasn’t a real bad-ass, and Zak didn’t want to touch what was in Carter’s background. He was a fellow recruit.

He worried about what he would do to start paying his dad back, since he’d only been able to save about one thousand dollars. He didn’t do much dating, and kept himself on a strict budget so he could save as much as possible, but he never could get ahead.

As the weeks went by he was so exhausted he couldn’t remember even his own past, let alone anyone else’s. He’d throw himself in bed at night, see another empty bed occasionally and not run to hear the story, but wait until someone told him. It just happened. People stayed. People left. That was the way it was. He had too much work to think about it anymore. He was in it until he felt like quitting, and each day didn’t become that day.

Only Easy Day Was Yesterday
was a suitable motto for this kind of training. He knew it would never get easier, just easier to deal with. That’s why he was here.

Over the course
of the next few weeks, the team bonded into a cohesive unit. Zak always deferred to others to lead, but when asked, stepped up to the plate and did his job. He never again sought out the anonymity of being a loner and he began to settle into a routine so that by the time the thirty recruits graduated, he felt like he’d die for any one of them.

His folks came down for the Trident ceremony. Over their weekend stay, he showed them what he could of Coronado. He took them to some of his favorite watering holes and noticed at every turn his dad didn’t order alcohol.

“He’s trying very hard, Zak,” his mother told him one time while his dad was in the head. “Going to meetings, doing some light workouts. Doesn’t stay down at the shop as much as he used to, and of course isn’t always tinkering with that car.” She stared down at her French fries.

“What did the insurance come up with?”

“Peanuts, really. He had it insured as an antique, but that didn’t give him the real value to him, you know, didn’t compensate for all the time he put in, and the labor he traded to fix it up. He got a check, but not enough to buy something else he felt like tackling, and way short of the real value of the car. You know how that goes. You learn from your mistakes.”

“Not fair.”

“Well, let’s just say we’d do it differently another time, except that there won’t be a next time. That was that.” She looked at him hard. “Perhaps this was a good thing. Never seen him so determined to get back into shape. He’s a different man when he’s not drinking, Zak. I think he wants you to be proud of him.”

Jack Chambers approached. “We done? Nice sunny day, good day for walking around.” He put his hand on his wife’s neck and gave her a peck on the cheek. It hadn’t been very long ago when his dad would have preferred to stay in a darkened bar for hours on end.

Zak chose to bring up the subject of money one last time before his parents left. “Dad, I’m saving to pay you back.”

His dad stared down at his feet and didn’t say anything.

“Sorry to say, I’ve only managed to save about a grand. But it’s yours. I’m giving you a check before you go.”

“Nah, not necessary, Zak.” Still, his dad wouldn’t look at him. “Not like you have a real job, anyway. Doesn’t seem right taking that from you.”

Real job?

He had to say something, even if it upset his dad. “This is a real job. It’s the hardest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever done.”

“I didn’t mean that. I just think you need to put the past aside. You’re never going to be able to pay it all back, so just quit trying. I’ve given up. So should you.”

“But I owe you, Dad. I want to make it right.”

“Forget it, Zak. You saved me from the folly of my past, in a way. Your mom will tell you I was one pissed off guy. She reminds me every day maybe I loved that car too much. Now. If you ever want to borrow another one, just for the record, the answer is no.”

Before his parents left, his mother asked him if he’d had any communication with Amy. Zak told her the truth: no.

“She came by the house one day, brought me some flowers, and asked about you. I let her in. Told her you’d just made it through BUD/S and were off for your other training. We had tea. She thanked me.”

“I hope you were okay with that. I haven’t talked to her since the night before I left. We agreed to leave it that way, Mom.”

“She looks different. She’s moving to San Francisco, she said. She told me to say hi and to call her if you felt like it.” His mom smiled.

“What?”

“She said she had stopped herself several times from dialing your number, because that’s what you’d agreed.”

“We did. What’s so danged funny?”

“She said talking to me was breaking the rules a bit, but then she said you two always did break a few rules along the road.”

“That’s true. That’s certainly true.” Zak was thinking those were the best parts of their relationship.

“So I guess I’m breaking a few of my own. I told you to stay away from the Amys of the world. Now I’m not so sure about that. I think she really cares for you.”

Amy didn’t call
him, and he wasn’t going to start that up again. He needed to focus on his training. After his parents left, he tore into his studies, preparing for the underwater diving school in Florida, some jump schools, and his stint at Quantico. After that, there was talk of them doing some jungle training south of the border or back up to Alaska. He didn’t care what it was. He was all in for whatever the Navy was going to shove at him.

He was proud of himself for staying unattached, because he saw how hard it was on the married guys, especially the married ones with kids at home. It changed their focus, he thought. How could it not? Right now, he knew the only time he’d be able to get more than casual with a woman was if she allowed him to have his primary loyalty to his country and to his fighting brothers. Nothing could come between him and that bond. He was grateful he didn’t have to choose.

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A
my began training
in San Francisco selling high-end condominiums for a large developer. The job came with wonderful perks. She got a one bedroom unit overlooking Ferry Plaza and the Bay Bridge, which included access to the exclusive gym, conference rooms for meetings with clients and a secure garage to park in.

One of her favorite walks was down the Piers, wandering through shops and boutique grocery stores where they sold hand-milled soaps, fresh-pressed olive oils and vegetables straight from the farms up north. It was an upscale farmer’s market, not unlike what she was used to in Santa Rosa. Several vendors she recognized from there, including her favorite egg lady, where she bought blue and green eggs once a week.

She studied for and passed her real estate exam in the months that followed. Her father worried she was living in the City, but even he ventured to visit on a couple of occasions. One time he brought someone with him.

Marlene was a redhead with green eyes, and Amy could tell her father was totally smitten with her. She was lively, like Amy had always been. About ten years younger than her dad, she brought out some of the parts of his personality Amy hadn’t seen for years. It was as if he was growing younger before her eyes. Marlene had all sorts of plans to come down and go shopping with Amy, and the idea made Amy a little uncomfortable. But as they were talking, she found herself agreeing to a future date to do just that. Her dad seemed to be delighted the two of them got along so well.

Before they left, her father ventured a private discussion with Amy. “I’m still concerned about you living down here where there are so many places you could get into trouble.”

“I don’t go to those places.”

“But you can’t avoid them. They’re all around.”

“Dad, you have to let go. You have to let me live my life.”

“I just get so nervous thinking about you being alone here, too far away from my protection.”

She kissed him. “That’s sweet, Dad, but I don’t need that protection now. I’m fine. This is about the safest place I could live. Honest. We have a security guard downstairs. No one comes in or up the elevators without key cards, and access to the garage is restricted.”

“I know. But things can be stolen.”

“Why? When there are so many other places much easier to get into? Why would they bother to rob or cause a problem here where the security is so tight?”

“I know. Probably just my active imagination.” They hugged one more time, waiting for Marlene.

“She’s nice, Dad. I like her.”

“I do too, Amy.” He stared down the hallway as Marlene’s compact frame came barreling around the corner and toward them. “She’s good for me,” he whispered, then embraced Marlene and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Thanks, Amy,” said Marlene, her face blushing from the kiss. “I’ll call you and we’ll set that shopping date.”

“You bet. Midweek is best for me, since I work heaviest on the weekends.”

“Good for me, too. Bye.”

She watched them head to the elevators, closed the tall solid mahogany door to her unit, leaned against it, and sighed. She picked up the remnants of their plates, taking them to the kitchen, and returned to her living room. Hand on her hips, she surveyed the view of the bay. She could see the smooth waters of the inlet from San Francisco to Oakland. The island to the left. The busy Ferry Plaza and Pier was teaming with tourists, even on a weekday.

The San Francisco side of the bay was still bright white, buildings looking like a bunch of folded paper cups of various sizes, anchored by tall dark spires. There was a rhythm, a pulse here. A sort of order to the way life went. She wasn’t yet a part of it fully, but was stepping closer to an experience outside her control. She was partially fearful, but mostly, she was ready to join her next great adventure.

Was this how Zak felt? She wondered if he ever thought about her. On a nice clear day like today, this was something she’d like to share with him some time.

Several months later
her Saturday was shattered by a stream of bright red lights and piercing sirens as paramedic vans and police cars, even a fire engine, zoomed past her glass Model Home office on the ground floor. Crowds of people began spilling out from buildings nearby, heading towards the Pier. News crews arrived and attempted to get parking.

One lone figure in disheveled green clothes, came running from the crowd that had gathered, and abruptly turned in front of her office. With his hands tucked into his jacket he lost his balance and tripped over her sandwich sign, toppling it. When he picked it up, the man’s hands were bloodied, and left a bloody print on the sign as he righted it. His wild hair was pushed off his high forehead. His light chocolate skin and large brown eyes framed lips that showed a purple cast to them. He stared into the glass at Amy, his eyes full and round. He yanked on the doors, which were securely locked, waiting for her to release the button. Amy knew letting him in would be a horrible mistake.