A short story recently submitted to NPR's Three-Minute Fiction. Rules on this round: no more than 600 words (gotta be able to read it in three minutes), and the story must revolve around a US President, past or present, real or fictional. This was my play in the game:
When he was a nugget, his first squadron tagged him with the call sign “Magua.” He earned this name not through prowess or by any resemblance to a warrior from The Last of the Mohicans, but rather to the tale of his being cornered drunk by MPs outside a strip club in San Diego and his inability to pronounce his own name: Mark White.
Continues at Call Signs: The Story