GI JOE Porn Story: The Return of Sgt Goodwin – Chapter 3
In Mid flight later that day
Danny surveyed his surroundings on the plane. Other than a few children who boisterously made their presence known, the flight was fairly silent. Danny had long ago become so accustomed to flying that he generally found a flight intolerably boring, especially after he had just flown home. He had no idea what General Abernathy had in store for him, but it had to be important for Danny to be called away so suddenly. Tearful goodbyes and long flights with only his thoughts for company were a part of his life for the last 28 years. They were a part of his family’s life since World War II. Danny could not remember the first time a Goodwin had been called to war, he was not born until 14 years after his father had come home, but he remembered the second time.
Detroit-1966
Lana Goodwin was beside herself. How could they take her oldest son away from her to fight in such an unnecessary war? Her 18 year old son Kyle had so much going for him. A beautiful girlfriend, he had been accepted to a great college and he wanted to be a lawyer. No one thought he couldn’t do it. It had started when Kyle drew a poor number in the draft lottery and culminated with the dreaded letter. College would have to wait. The United States Army had claimed Kyle Goodwin for what Kenny Rogers would later term “That ol’ crazy Asian War.”
Despite numerous attempts by Kyle to reassure his mother, it was to no avail. As Lana went up to her room to cry and Kyle left to tell his girlfriend, whom he would later marry, the news that he was going into the Army, 8 year old Danny was left with his father.
Danny was full of questions for Jack Goodwin.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
Jack Smiled at his youngest son.
“Now what makes you think there’s something wrong?”
“C’mon Dad!”
Jack nodded. “Yes, Danny. Your mother is distressed and frankly so am I. You see, our country has got itself into a mess in another country far away. The government wants to stop a group of people from hurting another group of people. To do that, they need soldiers. They don’t have to ask everyone, if you are of age they can just take you.”
Danny was shocked. “Really?”
“Yes, son. This has been something that your mother and I have been nervous about for sometime. We didn’t tell you or your sisters. We prayed that it would not be necessary, that they would not pick Kyle.”
Danny had never asked his father about World War II, but now seemed to be the time.
“Dad, did they draft you for the war?”
Jack Goodwin nodded. “Yes, but I was happy to go. I hated Hitler so much for what he was doing to our people. I hated the Japanese for Pearl Harbor. It was a different time Dan.”
“Dad, I have heard people have done things to get out of going? Why isn’t Kyle doing that? Why is he going?”
Jack Goodwin’s expression changed. He kneeled down to his son, put his arms on Danny’s shoulders and looked in right in the eye. “Because it’s the right thing to do.”
Danny looked surprised. “But I thought you said the war was wrong.”
Jack nodded. “I do think it’s wrong. I am not concerned with North Vietnam. This looks like the same deal we had in Korea. But when you’re country calls, you go.”
Just over 15 months later, the Goodwins, unlike over 40,000 other American families, reclaimed their son.
In the time he was away, Danny wrote his Brother constantly and bragged to his friends and teachers about “His brother, the hero.” The indifference Danny encountered was a preview of the public tide against the American involvement in Vietnam.
The day The family picked Kyle up at the airport in the late autumn of 1967 was a dreary, cold and rainy day. Kyle came off the airplane, much more buff, and much more hardened. To Danny, he was a God, a hero, a patriot. Kyle picked him up, he hugged his girlfriend, his mother and even his father, who usually was not prone to such displays of affection. Kyle would encounter both indifference and outright hostility over his service, but in Danny’s eyes, he was his hero, a title Kyle carries to this Day in Danny’s heart.
The fasten seat belt sign startled Danny back to the present. His flight was approaching Ronald Reagan airport. Goodwin waited for the plane to land and made his way off the vessel and onto the runway. As Danny approached the entrance to the airport, he noticed Lance Steinberg, known as Clutch, waiting for him. Danny had to laugh. This was Hawk’s idea of a limo. Clutch driving a jeep. If he was lucky, it would be enclosed. Danny approached his old friend and shook his hand. Clutch smiled at him and the two men headed off for the parking garage and the continuation of Gunny Goodwin’s journey into the unknown.