The Russian General nodded and seated himself. A French officer rose. "What about The Arabs, The Indonesians, and The South Americans?" he asked.
"I'm saving them for Sweet Pickle," The President answered. "We're going to need reinforcements down there. Well," The President concluded, "I've got to go see if they've got my plane fixed, get a little rest, and head back for Japan. My final words, gentlemen, whether you believe in them or not, may The Lords be with you and each and every man you command! General Hayes, take over!"
A Captain in front jumped to his feet, came to attention, and saluted. Quickly everybody followed suit. The President came to attention, returned the salute, and quickly withdrew. He got that much needed sleep, suited up, climbed back into his plane and took his flight back to Japan. Nobody got anywhere near them.
The President was returned to The Imperial Palace and from there to Air Force One. They were just getting ready to take off when his secretary came back to the lounge. "Mr. President," she remarked, "you have a call from The Supreme One! He asks to speak with you."
The President stared at the floor for a moment. "Very well!" he finally agreed. "Put him through."
The secretary withdrew and a moment later the phone buzzed.

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