America 1982-Chapter 244 - 83 Powerful Figures_2
"West Point Military Academy, United States Naval Academy, which do you like? I’ll sponsor you through college." Tommy flicked ash from his cigarette, looking at Dennis.
Dennis was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch Tommy’s forehead, "The California sun must be radioactive, Tommy. You’d better go see a damn neurologist to have your brain checked. You don’t have a fever, but your problem is bigger, because probably only surgery can find out what’s wrong with you."
Tommy ignored the guy’s teasing and repeated to Dennis what he had told his own brother.
"You’re saying, you’ll give me money to live it up in New York with those SSD guys?" Dennis said after listening, "I can also send you the bill for my hookers, you’ll reimburse me in full, the cost for doing drugs with them, girlfriends’ expenses..."
"Yes, as long as it’s not too excessive, that’s fine. So, do you agree?" Tommy nodded seriously at Dennis and asked.
"The most important question, Tommy." Dennis also straightened his face, looking very serious at Tommy, "Just one last question left. If a girlfriend gets pregnant, are abortion costs also reimbursed? Or child support, you know, I don’t like using Trojans..."
Tommy sighed, "Dennis, I want you to attend college to become an officer-in-training, not to increase the birth rate of New York State. According to your seed-sowing methods, the entire United States’ GDP couldn’t cover the child support for your kids, so don’t even think about making me support your children."
"I’ve decided to go. I want to be an officer protecting America. You know what? I have a great idea. One day I’ll return here wearing my uniform and console the women here. Maybe during the consoling in bed, their husbands suddenly come back. I really look forward to that scene. Just imagine it, Tommy. Do you think the wife’s husband will salute me when he sees me and say, ’Nice to see you, sir’?" Dennis suddenly thought of an exciting issue and, somewhat agitated, told Tommy:
"When soldiers are on missions overseas, I, as their commanding officer, must take care of their domestic affairs so they can focus on the fight, that’s my sacred duty."
Tommy nodded in pain, "Love the soldiers like your children, Dennis. American soldiers need a warm-hearted officer like you."
"Will Pam also go to West Point Military Academy with me?" After fantasizing about himself, Dennis remembered his buddy Pam, "If he goes too, he could watch the door for me while I’m comforting my subordinates’ spouses, to make sure I don’t get shot by one of my men."
"No, I only managed to get two fucking recommendation letters, one for you, one for Tony. Also, Pam can’t get past the physicals; take off his glasses, and he’s as good as blind." Tommy tossed his cigarette butt away, picked up a toffee, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth, savoring the pleasure of the sweetness filling his mouth:
"If he attends West Point, there’s a chance he might trigger World War III."
"I didn’t think you had such a high opinion of Pam. You mean if Pam became a soldier, he might trigger World War III?" Dennis asked in surprise after hearing Tommy’s words.
Tommy nodded, "Yes, just imagine: Pam, during a graduation live-fire exercise, loses and breaks his glasses from shock and can only blind fire the artillery, then successfully hits the observation platform with one precise shell, sending the superintendent and various military dignitaries observing the graduation exercises to heaven. The next day the President solemnly announces on television to the nation that the West Point artillery incident was orchestrated by the Soviet Union, and Pam Marvell is a high-level spy meticulously trained by the Soviet Union and infiltrated into America. In view of such heinous acts of terrorism against America by the Soviet Union, he decides to declare war on the Soviet Union, and World War III officially begins."
"So, Pam can only be an air conditioning repairman, which is a bit of a shame. I thought he might..." Dennis looked somewhat regretful after hearing what Tommy said.
Tommy began, "The United States Naval Preparatory School is in Newport, Rhode Island. He needs to finish a one-year prep course there and get a recommendation letter from the prep school dean before he can go to the Naval Academy for non-military majors like logistics, engineering, or ship repair. Whether he makes something of himself is up to him; I’m not God. Just getting you and Tony into the military academy is already the limit of what I can do right now."
"Great, I always knew I couldn’t be just some mediocre garbage station attendant. I’ve always believed in my own genius. Just you wait, Tommy. One day, Dennis Herbs will lead the troops into Berlin, plant the Stars and Stripes on the dome of the Kremlin, and have Stalin hand me over the surrender document." Dennis stood up and stretched, excitedly saying.
Tommy’s mouth twitched, "But Stalin was dead before you were born, and the Kremlin is in damn Moscow, not East Berlin..."
"Really? No big deal, getting surrender documents from Stalin’s children works just as well." Dennis looked at Tommy and, realizing he wasn’t joking, corrected himself.
Tommy also stood up: "Stalin’s daughter defected to America and is now an American citizen. Are you sure you want to take her back to Moscow to sign surrender on behalf of the Soviet Union?"
