The Last Hurrah of General Jackson

A short while later, the stockier of two police officers approached Manny. “Who made the call?”

The veteran arched his shoulders and saluted. “General Nathaniel Jackson reporting for duty, sir.”

He leaned into the officer who backed off when the General opened his mouth. “They tried to interrogate me, but I wouldn’t talk. My lips are sealed.”

Manny took the officer aside. “The war messed up his head.”

Jackson watched as the officer fingered the handle of his gun. “You won’t take me without a fight, “the General said. When the officer tried to calm the disgruntled veteran, the General lifted the gun out of the cop’s holster.

“Everybody down. He has my weapon,” the officer yelled.

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