Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2013 21:12:22 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: To Serve My Country 13

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story, this is a story of pure fiction and should be read as such. E-mails
regarding the fact that the Republicans would never have a gay candidate
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Written by

David Spowart

Edited by

J Matlock

"To serve my Country"

Chapter 13

I stood on the podium, facing my opponent, James Branigan, a very powerful
man; a man who would win and win and take out anyone who gets in his way.
I watch as he is miked up and powdered by a makeup artist.  He smiled at me
like an old friend; but I dislike the man.  He would see me dead to win the
big chair; but get ready for a fight, you pompous dick.



"Good evening ladies and gentleman; and, welcome, America, to the first
Presidential debate.  On my right is the Democratic candidate, Senator
James Branigan; and, to my left, Senator Bryce Noda. Gentleman, welcome"
Laura Turner introduced.

"Thank you" we both responded, smiles plastered on our faces like good
politicians.

"Gentlemen, you have each agreed on the topics at hand.  Tonight's topic is
the national debt and the budget.  Senator Noda, you have five minutes for
an opening statement, as do you, Senator Branigan; and, after the drawing
of lots, Mr Noda, you speak first.

I stood and smiled at my opponent.  I was going to cut off his attack at
the knees, and enjoy doing it.

"Laura, Ladies and Gentleman... my fellow Americans, we live in difficult
times, and our economy is struggling.  I am not an accountant; I am a
patriot, and a hard working one at that. I have worked tirelessly to help
the less fortunate and the downtrodden.  We need to make savings and we
need to invest; and balancing both will be hard, but we will do it.  This
great Country was built on blood, sweat and tears, and hard work, by hard
working men and woman".

"But, there is a part of our society that needs more help than others.  We
need to also protect our great nation from the ever growing threat of
terrorism.  America is not easy, and any man who has worked in public
office will agree with me.  I am an honest man, and from what I have told
you, America, I could not be more honest than I have been.  I am a gay man
who has served this country with pride, and given blood and given sweat,
and I will proudly give more.  America is not easy, but I revel in the
challenge... Thank you" I ended, and waited for an attack from Senator
Branigan.

"Senator Branigan" Laura started.

"Thank you, Laura, and good evening Ladies and Gentleman, and good evening
my fellow Americans; and a very nice speech, Mr Noda".

"But somewhat flawed, don't you think?  I will explain that bit, as I go
on.  America is not easy, you are quite right; and your party has almost
made it bankrupt.  America is broken, and I aim to repair it" he stated,
and I watched and waited for the attack.

"I have heard on the hill that the present administration intends to make
cuts and hurt the parts of America that can least afford the cuts.  I have
heard that the present administration intends to cut the defense budget,
and cut back our troop strength in the process; thereby crippling our
ability to defend ourselves and our allies.

Ladies and Gentleman, are you not tired of this mismanaging party?  Let me
fix what should never have been broken.  Thank you" he ended.

"Laura, may I rebutt some points, so we can move on?" I asked.

"Yes, you may.  It was phrased as a question, so respond, Senator Noda" she
replied.

"Senator Branigan stated that if I win I intend to hurt America.  He is
sadly misinformed.  He also stated that if I win, I intend to cut the
defense budget from a service that I served with honor for many years.
Again, he has been misinformed.  If the people of this great country elect
me as its next President, I will serve with the honour the office demands.
Remember people, I work for you.  I will not reduce one red cent of either
budget; that is an election promise, and most important to me, is that you
have my word.  Go ask anyone in New York and find out if anything I declare
has been a lie. Can you say that, Senator Branigan?" I ended, feeling
somewhat smug.

"Senator Branigan?" Laura asked.

"I trust my sources, so I will reply over the coming weeks of the campaign,
regarding Mr Noda's response.

The following questions flowed, and we both answered with the authority
that was expected from a future head of the country.  We shook hands, and
his wife joined him; and, thankfully, my mother joined me, along with my
father.  Families always look good at the end of these things, and I felt
it went well.

I stood and waved at the crowd and the cameras, and then it happened; a
single shot from above the lights, and it hit me square in the shoulder and
I dropped.  If I had not turned to kiss my mother, the shot would have
killed me, stone dead.

All I heard through the confusion was shouting.  I saw Senator Branigan
hustled off the stage, and people running and screaming everywhere.  Secret
service firing up at the lights, and then I blacked out.

I came to on a gurney at the hospital, as I was being pushed into an exam
room.  I had a mask over my face and I was hurting.  Doctors were yelling
and nurses were running.  I saw Sarah beside me as I was being pushed.

"Clear the way" I heard someone yell loudly, and I blacked out again.

A few hours later I was in a recovery suite, and my mother was sitting,
holding my hand, as I came to. Danny Logan was sitting on the other side of
me.

"Hey Mom, you look tired.  Where's Dad?" I ask, a little groggy.

"Bryce, honey, you are awake" she beamed at me.

"How long was I out?" I asked, looking at Danny, who looked shattered.

"Eight hours, give or take.  They got the bullet out, no serious damage"
Danny responded.

The TV was on in the corner and a banner in red scrawling along the bottom,
read, "Presidential candidate shot, live, after debate.  Condition unknown"
it stated.

"How are you feeling?" Danny asked.

"Like I've been shot.  Not the first time, I may add" I replied.

"Honey, you should rest" Mom said, as she re-took my hand, as Dad walked
back in with a doctor. "Bryce, my boy, you are awake.  Told you dear, made
of stern stuff" dad gushed.

"Hey Dad, you look well" I respond.

"I wish I could say the same to you, son" he replied, touching my elbow.
But a few days rest should see you right" he added.

"I am checking out tomorrow.  I have a campaign to run and an election to
win" I insisted.

"Bryce, see some sense, will you?  Let the authorities do their job for
once.  They did not catch the shooter, and he is still out there, waiting"
dad added.

"Dad, look, I am sorry, but I cannot be seen to be hiding.  I have to set
an example and show that these people do not scare me.  Okay, they do, but
I cannot be seen to be scared" I demanded.

"Bryce, please listen to your dad; give it a couple of days, at least"
Danny piped in.

"Danny, please, you of all people; I need you to support me" I said,
looking at my lover, looking for a little understanding

The doctor left, and it was just me, my family, and Danny, my life.

"Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something" I started, and Danny looked at me,
and looked like the old deer in headlights.  "Mom" I started.

"You love this man, don't you?" she responded, and I smiled.

"You can tell?" I replied, the pain meds now kicking in.

"I could see how he looked at you when you were unconscious.  The concern
was more than a friend" she added.

"And you look at him like I looked at your mother at your age; so, yeah, we
guessed" dad added.

"I wasn't looking for it, Dad, it just happened; and yeah, I do love
him...very much" I said, now gripping his hand.  He leaned in and kissed me
softly on the lips.

"But, still, it does not change anything.  They will not win, not this
battle.  I will walk out of this hospital and say a few words to the press,
as I do so" I said, stating a fact, not asking permission.

"You are as stubborn as your father" Mom scorned, and kissed me on the
cheek.  "Okay, if that is your wish, I will not go on.  Get some sleep, and
I will see you in the morning" added Dad, as he and Mom left the room,
leaving me and Danny alone.

"I mean it, you know" I said, looking into Danny's eyes.

"I do love you, very much" I add.

"I love you, Bryce... with all my heart.  I realized that much, today.  I
need you in my life.  Fuck, I thought I had lost you today" he began to cry
a little.

"Hey, Hey, I'm still here.  Look, some fucker shot me, but look at me,
Danny, look at me" I insisted. "I'm still alive and in love with you, and I
am still here" I add, holding his chin up.  He again leaned in and softly
kissed my lips.

A few hours passed, and several networks were speculating, still trying to
work out what my condition was.  Mike Longo came in after Danny left, to
see how I was, and he looked shattered.  It had been a very long day.

"You look like shit" he said, as he took his seat.

"Thanks" I replied.

"So, what is the plan, Bryce?" he asked.

"Plan?" I respond.

"Are we withdrawing?" he enquired.

"Why ask that?" I ask.

"The party is already looking for a contender to take on Branigan" he
replied.

"Do you want to pull out, Mike?" I ask.

"No, do you?" he responded.

"Mike, I will be back at work tomorrow; so, no, I am still running, and I
hope you are still in for a fight" I respond, and the smile from the old
campaigner told me all I needed to know.

I had a restless sleep, dreaming of being shot, over and over again.  I
kept waking up in a cold sweat. I did eventually get a little rest.  My
father arrived just after 8am, with a clean, pressed suit; as the blood and
bullet hole sort of destroyed my other one.

"Good morning, Dad, thanks'" I say, as I took the suit out and removed the
pressed shirt and tie that came with it.

Sarah and Dan came in after I was dressed.  Dan, my press guy, had informed
the press that I would be out in five minutes.  They thought he was joking.

I was pushed in a wheelchair to the exit.  Hospital policy, apparently, but
I had the orderly stop before he opened the door.  Secret service had been
warned well ahead of time, and swept the area for possible areas of
interest.

I stood up, walked out and approached a hastily supplied podium.

"Ladies and Gentleman of the press, I will make a small statement, but I
will not be answering any questions at this time.  I will, at a later date,
and of my choosing.

Someone yelled out anyway.

"Are you standing down, Senator?"

"As you are all well aware, I was in a debate with Senator Branigan, and
was shot at the end of that debate.  As you can see, I am neither dead nor
dying; and, to answer the question from the lady from the post, no, I am
not standing down.  This attack on me was an attack on democracy, and an
attack on our rights and principles.  No, I am not standing down.  When I
am finished here, I will be heading for my office and back to work...thank
you" I ended, and was hustled to my waiting car.

I sat in the back of the Crown Vic and I was shaking.  I was terrified, but
more determined than ever. But, then, not far from my office, I realized
something; it wasn't terror, it was anger.

"Bring it on" I said to myself, as we drove down Pennsylvania Avenue.


To be continued...


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