In our last Saga we had Sarge and Little Linda getting married in Las Vegas.* Now we open this scene 9 months later. Sarge has spent the Sunday afternoon at the Rifle Range practicing with his Pistols, Machine Guns and Tanks. He had so much fun that he came home late. So as soon as he slips into the house he grabs the newspaper and heads for the couch trying to make it look like he has been there for hours. Enter Lt. Linda: She is tapping her foot and looking at her watch. (OhOh Sarge is in trouble) Sarge ignores her and hopes she doesn't notice the gunsmoke on his face and the smell of Hoppes #9 on his hands. (for you non-gun people Hoppes #9 is a popular brand of gun bore cleaner) Sarge peeks out of behind the paper and asks "What's the matter?" Linda: "Quiet I am counting them." "OK.................counting what?" "Five minutes now" says Linda "Five minutes? Honest Honey I have been home for hours." says Sarge "Owww there is another one."* "Another what?" asks Sarge and puts the paper that he has been holding upside down, on the coffee table. "Pains" says Lt. Linda. "Pains?" asks Sarge "Yes they are coming every 5 min. now" explains Lt. Linda Pains? Pains, Pains!*Yelps Sarge and leaps over the coffee table in two bounds. He is at Lt Linda's side and yells "What do I do now!!" "Get the suitcase*Sarge," Calmly replies Lt. Linda. "Suitcase,suitcase,suitcase" mumbles Sarge as races to the bedroom. Not there, he runs to the other bedroom, throws open the closet doors, looks under the beds, searches behind the dressers.* Frantic he gallops back to the front room wailing, "I can't find the suitcase!!" Lt. Linda points to the suitcase sitting on the floor beside the*front door. Sarge grabs the suitcase, races out the door, throws it in Linda's 1952 Chevrolet, starts it up and backs out of the driveway.* Squeellllll!!. He jumps out of the car and runs to Lt. Linda standing on the porch. "We got to go, my wife is having a baby. I mean you are having a baby. Go to the Hospital I'll meet you at the car, I mean LETS GO! Finally Lt. Linda and Sarge is in the car and headed toward the Hospital. After running two stop signs, hitting a mail box and a street sign Sarge calms down to his usual steely eyed, in command personality and weaves in*and out of traffic honking his horn. At last the*Hospital Emergency Room enterance looms out of the dark and *Sarge slams on the brakes, leaps out and attempts to drag Lt. Linda from the car. She plummets him with her tiny fists and commands, "Sargent! Get the suitcase ASAP!" Sarge snaps to attention, salutes and wrestles the suitcase out of the car, following Lt. Linda as she calmly walks to the Emergency Room door. "KOWABUNGA!!" Sarge exclaims. It must have been the Broncos and Steelers game tonight. The Emergency Room is filled and a long line is at the admissions desk. Sarge gets in line, Lt Linda eases herself down in a chair with a look of pain on her face. Sarge fidgets, checks on Linda, she is slowly sinking to a prone position. Sarge stomps to the front of the line. The Head Nurse stares at him and with a haughty tone of voice, declares. "You'll have to wait in line!" and points to the lines end. Sarge draws a big breath, sticks his face only inches away from her long hairy nose and says, "Well my baby is not waiting in line, he is being born right now in that chair!" Pointing at Lt. Linda who by now, is as straight as a board and pushing. "Oh Dear!" squeaks the nurse, jumps up, grabs a wheel chair and scoops Lt. Linda up and runs down the hall to a Exam Room. Just then a heavy hand falls on Sarge's shoulder. Before he can react he is pushed and pulled into a supply room. There Lt. Linda's Doctor starts throwing green gowns at Sarge. "Try these on!" he barks. "But but but" stutters Sarge,"I don't work here!"* "You do now Soldier, I have only one nurse on duty. I need you to assist in the Delivery Room!" Three minutes later Sarge clad in green gown, mask, doctor hat and booties is dragged, struggling into Lt Linda's Exam Room. The Doctor quickly checks her and shouts, "We don't have time for the Delivery Room, Sarge, unfasten the end of the bed and lower it."* Sarge grabs the bedstead, pulls. pushes, tugs. "Lift it !" shouts the Doctor.* YES SIR! Shouts Sarge. And tears the end of the bed off. The Doctor blinks and then quickly recovers. "Set it over there against the wall Sargent." Now hold your wife's hand and gently rub her belly." "Yes Sir" says Sarge and begins to rub vigorously. "Gently Sarge don't give her a nuggy burn" "YEEOW" Says Lt. Linda.* And the Doctor says happily, "HE IS HERE!" "Who is here?" asks Sarge. "Your son Sargent," beams the Doctor and then turns and plops a squirming little baby into Sarges out stretched hands. "My God what do I do now?" Sarge thinks. "What ever I do don't drop him" Sarge looks at Lt Linda. Her face is sweat covered but with a radient glow. She smiles. Sarge smiles back and the baby screams. "Healthy one isn't he?" says the Doctor. The nurse has finished and takes the baby from Sarge and puts him in a small crib. Sarge stands there, his arms still outstretched, his knees begin to shake, he feels weak, his head feals light and he thinks to himself, "This is crazy. I am going to faint!"* Lt Linda's voice comes through the fog, "Sarge you had better call my Mother" Gratefully Sarge sinks into a chair and fumbles the phone to his ear. After all the family is advised of the event Lt. Linda asks Sarge, "What will we name him, Sarge?" *"Sweetheart," says Sarge, "His name was picked 7 years ago by his brothers." "Me and the boys talked about it and we decided any new brothers would get a name that was a gift from both of them. So we took the "TR" from Troy's name and the "ENT" from Kents name and came up with Trent. So folks and Webb chatters that was the birthday of Private Trent 21 years ago. And he is a fine young man, going to College and working two jobs.