The Development of Bill McGee
Hunter has been primarily engaged in counternarcotics work. Flying his quiet airplane, killing plants, finding narcoterrorists, rescuing a few dozen hostages held by the FARC and Shining Path terrorist groups. McGee's the muscle. He's the special operations brains. McGee is instructor and mentor to Hunter, who is really, just a pilot with an amazing airplane. There's a reason Bill McGee was awarded a dozen Purple Hearts for combat wounds. He was able to engage the enemy and survive the encounter. McGee initially thought his goal was to turn Hunter into a killer like him. A killer of America's enemies. Maybe not from the air but on the ground. What he finds, however, is that McGee is becoming much more. The only thing missing is the 1812 Overture playing loudly in the background as McGee is the white knight, the rescuer of the fallen or of the injured or the damsel in distress. Or the occasional special project assigned by Greg Lynche, the Director of Central Intelligence. Sometimes Duncan Hunter lives up to his call sign--Maverick. Sometimes, the DCI needs McGee to rein in the Maverick when he gets too far over his skis. And sometimes, McGee is the only option. McGee gets a workout in No Need to Know.
Then there is the racial component. Duncan Hunter is a product of a military upbringing and grew up with kids from different backgrounds and races. He is truly clueless when it comes to race and looks up to McGee in awe, as a friend, a mentor, and a brother. Hunter may be a pilot but McGee is a SEAL. There is a pecking order in the military. Hunter may have flown jets off carriers but McGee goes toe-to-toe with killers. Hunter knows his place.
McGee is well aware of the racism in the special operations community, the racism his father faced as a pilot in WWII, and the racism he faced when he was growing up. His and Hunter's relationship is not like that of the I Spy crew, Bill Cosby and Robert Culp, where spies were thrown together to accomplish a mission. Reverence and respect goes both ways with McGee and Hunter. McGee always wanted to be a pilot--like his father, a master of Mustangs. McGee and Hunter are also Mustangs--prior enlisted guys that rose to the ranks. Not many enlisted guys ever get the opportunity to do the stuff McGee and Hunter did.
When McGee needed help, Hunter didn't think of race and ran to render unqualified help. When Hunter needed help, McGee didn't think of race just the situation at hand. That was never more the case than when McGee worked furiously to repair the injuries sustained to a very naked Nazy Cunningham after Muslim men tried to dissect her. This is a guy where love, compassion, and trust are paramount to life without qualifiers. That's the reason why liberals hate him too. He "should be" one way but isn't. He's well past that intersection on the road of life. he doesn't suffer fools lightly, especially the race hustlers. MLK would honor and respect McGee.
Maverick out!
Hunter has been primarily engaged in counternarcotics work. Flying his quiet airplane, killing plants, finding narcoterrorists, rescuing a few dozen hostages held by the FARC and Shining Path terrorist groups. McGee's the muscle. He's the special operations brains. McGee is instructor and mentor to Hunter, who is really, just a pilot with an amazing airplane. There's a reason Bill McGee was awarded a dozen Purple Hearts for combat wounds. He was able to engage the enemy and survive the encounter. McGee initially thought his goal was to turn Hunter into a killer like him. A killer of America's enemies. Maybe not from the air but on the ground. What he finds, however, is that McGee is becoming much more. The only thing missing is the 1812 Overture playing loudly in the background as McGee is the white knight, the rescuer of the fallen or of the injured or the damsel in distress. Or the occasional special project assigned by Greg Lynche, the Director of Central Intelligence. Sometimes Duncan Hunter lives up to his call sign--Maverick. Sometimes, the DCI needs McGee to rein in the Maverick when he gets too far over his skis. And sometimes, McGee is the only option. McGee gets a workout in No Need to Know.
Then there is the racial component. Duncan Hunter is a product of a military upbringing and grew up with kids from different backgrounds and races. He is truly clueless when it comes to race and looks up to McGee in awe, as a friend, a mentor, and a brother. Hunter may be a pilot but McGee is a SEAL. There is a pecking order in the military. Hunter may have flown jets off carriers but McGee goes toe-to-toe with killers. Hunter knows his place.
McGee is well aware of the racism in the special operations community, the racism his father faced as a pilot in WWII, and the racism he faced when he was growing up. His and Hunter's relationship is not like that of the I Spy crew, Bill Cosby and Robert Culp, where spies were thrown together to accomplish a mission. Reverence and respect goes both ways with McGee and Hunter. McGee always wanted to be a pilot--like his father, a master of Mustangs. McGee and Hunter are also Mustangs--prior enlisted guys that rose to the ranks. Not many enlisted guys ever get the opportunity to do the stuff McGee and Hunter did.
When McGee needed help, Hunter didn't think of race and ran to render unqualified help. When Hunter needed help, McGee didn't think of race just the situation at hand. That was never more the case than when McGee worked furiously to repair the injuries sustained to a very naked Nazy Cunningham after Muslim men tried to dissect her. This is a guy where love, compassion, and trust are paramount to life without qualifiers. That's the reason why liberals hate him too. He "should be" one way but isn't. He's well past that intersection on the road of life. he doesn't suffer fools lightly, especially the race hustlers. MLK would honor and respect McGee.
Maverick out!
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