"WooHoo!" came the shouts as the four men in a jeep barreled down the runway at New Mexico's Kirtland AFB followed just as quickly by several white and blue Air Force Security Police cars flashing blue lights.

"Damn Sparky! I forgot how much fun this was." yelled the taller of the four men as he and the others fired off shots from their issue .45 caliber ACP andtook a drink from the silver flask being passed from soldier to soldier.

The four men typically had to be the altarpieces of military decorum and men of honor, but, for tonight, threw out the rule book. One of the four were returning to civilian life. It was time for him to move on and these four were going to send him off in style. For one night, they were dispensing with propriety, appropriateness, respobsibilityand the perfect image that came with the uniform. In fact, they even dispensed with the uniform as they rolled down the runway wearing only their underwear.

"You know, you're right!" One of the other men laughed. "Remember when we went streaking through Arty school at Sill? Damn, I thought Old General McKinnon's wife was going to have a heart attack. It was a damn god thing she couldn't ID us. Our careers would have been over before they ever got started." All four men laughed.

"Somehow, I don't think we'll be quite that lucky this time." The taller of the four said as he grabbed onto the jeep, bracing for the sudden stop as his buddy, a slightly older looking version of himself, though they were the same age, slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing the three SP cars and their M-16 toting occupants.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted." Sparky laughed.

Four hours later, the tall one found himself standing in front of his sergeant, still in handcuffs and his howitzer boxer shorts, a statuesque blonde Air Force Security Police Major next to him.

"Is this yours, sergeant?" The blonde with the silky voice asked.

"Yes, Ma'am." Duke looked at the man standing in front of him, his head bowed in shame. "What exactly happened?" He asked as he pulled out the bottle of aspirin, wishing he had a bottle of bourbon to wash it down with. This was one of those times he needed it.

"Well, Sergeant, we found him and his buddies racing down the runway at Kirtland in a stolen jeep, shooting off their 45's, and drinking in only their boxers." She replied. "We had to suspend all incoming flights and send an entire fihter squadron to Luke because these lunatics had to celebrate a retirement."

"I'm sorry for the problems they caused. I'm sure he's learned his lesson, haven't you?"

The man standing in front of him shook his head shamefully. Neither the first sergeant or the bombshell air force major cop could see the devilish grin and glint in his eyes.

"Very well, sign here and he's all yours." The blonde handed over a clipboard with paperwork just before she released her half-clothed quarry.

Before she knew it, she found herself against the wall being thoroughly kissed. "I'll call you." The man ground out, smiling.

"Well, uhm, uh, Sergeant, he's all yours." The now blushing and flustered Major said as she gathered up the blue beret that signified her status as an Air Force Security Police officer and left the room faster than a Intercontinental Ballistic Missile being launched towards its target. Duke and Flint's mouths dropped to the ground.

"What the hell?' came the voice of the man standing behind the first sergeant.

"What in blue bloody blazes was that?" The first sergeant bellowed eliciting an narrowed glare from Flint and the errant Joe "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I had fun and I just met the future Mrs. Clayton Abernathy." Hawk smiled "And I think, its time for bed, I had a long day, gentlemen." With that, the general threw a jaunty two fingered salute with a mischievous smile that made the other two men completely flabbergasted.