I grapped him back an lifted him up in the air. Then I spun him aroun a few times, like I remember from my rasslin days with The Professor and The Turd, an then I let him loose. He sailed in the air over a fence, kinda like a Frisbee, an landed right in the middle of the seal pool with a big splash. All the seals done jumped in the water an come rushin up to him an whoppin him with they flippers, an he is hollerin an shoutin an shakin his fist. I walked on out of the zoo an caught the bus back downtown. Sometimes a man has got to do what he has got to do.
Sombitch is lucky I didn't thow his ass in the tiger pit.
Chapter 7
Well, it wadn't long before the shit hit the fan.
It seems that the bidness we had been doin with the Ayatolja was not exactly viewed in a good light by the folks on Capitol Hill, who thought that tradin arms for hostages was not such a hot idea, especially when the money we got was turned over to help the gorillas in Nicaragua. An what them congressmen had in mind was that the President, hissef, was behind the scheme, an they was out to prove it.
Colonel North done so good testifyin before the Congress the first time that they invited him back again, an this time they had a bunch of slick Philadelphia lawyers tryin to trip him up. But the colonel, now, he is pretty slick hissef, an when he is usin his tact an diplomacy, he is pretty hard to trip up.
"Colonel," asts one of the lawyers, "what would you do if the President of the United States told you to commit a crime?"
"Well, sir," says the colonel, "I am a marine. And marines obey the orders of their commanders-in-chief. So even if the President told me to commit a crime, what I would do is, I would salute smartly an charge up the hill."
"Hill? What hill? Capitol Hill?"
"No, you jackass - any hill! It's a figure of speech. We are the marines! We charge up hills for a living."
"Oh, yeah, then how come they call you 'jarheads'?"
"I kill you, you sombitch - I rip your head off, an spit down your neck!"
"Please, Colonel, don't let us be vulgar. Violence will get you nowhere. Now, Colonel, what you are tellin me is that this was not the President's idea?"
"That's what I am tellin you, you asshole."
"So whose idea was it then? Was it yours?"
"Of course not, you jerk." (The colonel's tact an diplomacy is now gettin into full swing.)
"Then whose was it?"
"Well, it was a lot of people's. It just sort of evolved."
"Evolved? But there must of been a 'Prime Mover,' Colonel. Things of this magnitude just do not simply 'evolve.' "
"Well, sir, in fact there probably was a person who thought it through the most thoroughly."
"So this person, he would be the 'Prime Mover' of all these illegal schemes, is that correct?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"And this person, was it Admiral Poindexter, the security adviser to the President of the United States?"
"That pipe-smokin butthole? Of course not. He ain't got the sense to pour piss out of a boot, let alone be a Prime Mover."
"Then, can you tell us, sir, who was it?"
"Why, yessir, I can. It was Private Forrest Gump."
"Who?"
"Gump, sir, PFC Forrest Gump, who has been a special assistant to the President for covert activities. It was all his idea."
At this, all the lawyers an senators got into a huddle an begun to whisper an wave they hands an nod they heads.
So that's how I got dragged into the mess.
Next thing I knowed, two goons in trenchcoats come up to my crate in Lafayette Park in the middle of the night an start bangin on the top. When I crawled out to see what was goin on, one of em shoved a paper in my hand, say I got to appear in the mornin before the Special Senate Committee to Investigate the Iran-Contra Scandal.
"An, I suggest you get that uniform pressed before you get there," one of the goons says, "because your big ass is in a heap of trouble."
Well, I didn't know what to do next. It was too late to wake up Colonel North, who I figgered would have it all thought out with his tact an diplomacy, so I wandered aroun the city for a while an finally wound up at the Lincoln Memorial. The lights was shinin down on the big ole feller, all done up in his marble statue an lookin kinda sad, an a mist was blowin in off the Potomac River, an it had begun to drizzle a little rain. I was feelin pretty sorry for mysef, when lo an behole, out of the mist I seen Jenny sort of walkin toward me!
Right off the bat, she says, "Well, looks like you have done it again, Forrest."
"I reckon," I says.
"Didn't you get in enough trouble the last time you went into the army?"
"Yup."
"So what is it? You think you had to do this for little Forrest?"
"Yup."
She brushed her hair back an tossed her head, just like she used to do, an I just stood there, twistin my hands.
"Feelin kinda sorry for yourself, huh?"
"Uh huh."
"Don't want to go up there to the Congress and tell the truth, do you?"
"Nope."
"Well, you better, cause this is a serious bidness, sellin arms for hostages - At least those bozos think so."
"So I'm tole."
"So what you gonna do?"
"I dunno."
"My advice is, I'd come clean with the whole thing. And don't be coverin up for anybody. Okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, an then another big ole cloud of white mist come waftin in from the river, an Jenny, she just sort of vanished into it, an for a moment I wanted so bad to go runnin after her, maybe to catch her somehow, an bring her back - but even I am not so stupid as that. So I just turned aroun an started back for my crate. Anyhow, I am left on my own again. An as it turned out, it was the last time I did not take Jenny's advice about tellin the truth.
"Now, tell us, Private Gump, just when was it you first got the idea to swap arms for hostages?"
I be settin at a big ole table facin all the senators an lawyers an other muckity-mucks in the congressional hearin room, an the TV cameras be rollin an lights shinin in my face. A little young-lookin, blond-haired lawyer guy be astin the questions.
"Who says I did?" I ast.
"I am asking the questions here, Private Gump. You just answer em."
"Well, I don't know how I can answer that," I says. "I mean, you don't even ast me whether I did - You just ast me when... ?"
"That's right, Private Gump, when was it, then?"
I looked over at Colonel North, uniform all full of medals, an he be glarin at me an slowly noddin his head, like I am sposed to answer somethin.
"Well, it was when I first met the President, I reckon."
"Yes, and did you not tell the President that you had conceived a scheme to swap arms for hostages?"
"No, sir."
"What did you tell the President then?"
"I tole him the last time I met a president, he wanted to watch To Tell the Truth, on the TV."
"Issat so! An what did the President say?"
"He says he would rather watch Let's Make a Deal."
"Private Gump! I remind you that you are under oath here!"
"Well, actually, he was watchin Concentration, but he said it confuses him."
"Private Gump! You are evading my question - and you are under oath. Are you tryin to make the United States Senate look ridiculous? We can hold you in contempt!"
"I reckon you already do," I says.
"Sombitch! You are covering up for all of them - the President, Colonel North, here, Poindexter, and I don't know who-all else! We are gonna get to the bottom of this if it takes all year!"
"Yessir."
"So, now, Gump, Colonel North has told us you conceived the whole nefarious plan to swap arms for hostages to the Ayatolja and then divert the money to the Contras in Central America. Isn't that so?"
"I don't know nothin about any Contras - I thought the money was goin to some gorillas."
"Ah - an admission! So you did know about this horrible scheme!"
"I understood the gorillas need the money, yessir. That's what I was tole."
"Ha! I think you are lying, Private Gump. I suggest that it was you who devised the entire operation - and with the President's complicity! Are you trying to play dumb?"
"It ain't exactly playin, sir."
"Mr. Chairman!" the lawyer says. "It is obvious that Private Gump, here, the 'special assistant for covert operations to the President of the United States,' is a fraud and a faker, and that he is deliberately tryin to make the United States Congress look like fools! He ought to be held in contempt!"