Personal Narrative Essay: The First Vietnam War

The next morning, I was to report to Logistics and Strategy. People were all over this place. Seaman lined the walls with headsets on and screens in front of them. They used their fingers to tap the screens and then shout out coordinates. I walked down the row of officers scrutinizing interactive pixel maps. They had the ability to visualize the ships and planes in real time with holographic symbols. I passed them and walked up some steps to a clear glass room. TOO THIN, Fernando, Chad, Mallory, and five Admirals were there. One Admiral for each permanent coalition country. There were also a line of officers outside the room, waiting for orders.
“President O’Neill will be here shortly,” the US Admiral said. “Then Operation Mashber authorization process will begin.”
“Mashber, sir?” I asked.
“Permission to speak, Admiral Sanchez!” shouted Fernando.
“Sí, permission granted, Captain.”
“Mashber in Hebrew means moment of birth. In our case, redemption. During World War III, when we liberated the communist gulags and hard labor camp, many were Jewish or Christian. And they renamed the liberation period as the Mashber period.”
“Bien hecho. Well done, Captain Torrez,” Admiral Sanchez said. “We have but one last gulag to free, soldier,” he said to me.
“I’ll make this brief for I have other engagements needing my authority. This morning at 0700, the leaders of our permanent coalition and I signed secret executive order 5827258 authorizing Operation Mashber. This directive allocates any American, Canadian, Mexican, Japanese, and New Australian resources in coordination with monetary support from our allies in Europe. You will engage the enemy, collect and mobilize the population to a cargo ship for processing, and destroy enemy ships. TOO THIN will allocate mission priorities. God