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2 By the time the C-130 transport jet he’d hitched a ride in across the country smacked down at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, Major Pete Napier still didn’t know what to make of his orders. Command had clearly lost their marbles. And sending him out looking for them was just pissing him off—especially after a straight-through from the carrier to the Philippines and on around. But, when the orders had pulled him off of forward deployment and sent him Stateside to test trainees, it had probably been a good career move not to call the Rear Admiral who delivered the orders an ignorant ass. Navy one-stars didn’t take any more kindly to such things than Army Brigadier Generals—no matter how richly the epithet might be deserved in both cases. He hit the main desk at Fort Campbell with a severe dose