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Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

It was all about the fantasy. This was the reason why Bates spoke of the football team again. Back, before he joined the army. Many years ago, Bates played high school football in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He was of course the quarterback and star player. Bates & his friends had a recurring fantasy of a girl being brought into their locker room. Ether before a big game, or just after a huge win. If it was before a big game. The coach would tell the players if they won, they would get the girl. If it was after a huge win. The girl would be led into the middle of the locker room and told to strip. This girl could be a cheerleader, or just some hot & horny slut. She would then get used by everyone on the team, including the coach. This fantasy had been with Bates for many years. After Sam came to Camp Baker. Bates finally had a face to go along with his fantasy. It didn't matter whether Sam really fucked her high school football team and the coach. Bates could see her doing it in his mind. She had now become a full part of his high school football fantasy. When Bates talked about Sam getting fucked by the team. He was picturing her as the girl brought into his fantasy fuck fest. It was Bates & his friends Sam was doing. Men often bring someone they know into long lasting fantasies from the past. There's more of a thrill when you know the girl who's being used.

As Bates was sitting down in his chair. He thought that it was a damn shame they didn't have a camp football team. Sam was perfect for the role of team whore. Still, Bates could have his fun in other ways. He thought Sammy would look so hot dressed in a cheerleader uniform. Bates could be pretty kinky at times. He could get her such a uniform and get a football player's uniform for himself. They could play out a short version of the locker room fantasy right in his quarters. Hell, Bates could even invite a few of his former high school team mates to take part. A few of them were still in the army and some were in Vietnam. Sam could be the fuck toy for a bunch of older officers. Bates was sure that Sammy wouldn't mind. Not as long as she got fucked properly. Bates took his glass from Sam. He took a long sip while forming a plan in his mind. A special reunion of his friends & team mates from school. A reunion where Sammy would play the key role of whore cheerleader. After giving Sam's ass the smack, Bates smiled. He then kicked back the rest of his drink. Bates put the glass down on the floor beside his chair. He leaned back so Sam would have room to work. Bates let out a moan when he felt her pussy slipping around his cock. Her cunt was so nice & tight even after all the cocks that used her. This told how fit Sam was. Her muscles were strong in all the right places. Bates raised his hands placing his fingers onto Sam's nipples. He began to slowly twist her nipples while she fucked his cock. Bates watched how Sam reacted. He knew that pain & pleasure often walked hand in hand. " You like that.......Don't ya Sammy?........You like it when men get rough with you? " Bates said while adding a sharp pinch at the end of the twist.
 
Sam's back arched a little as her shoulders pushed back. She moved her hands onto her hips as they moved rhythmically back and forth. Bates' hands came to her thighs and moved up, sliding over her skin. Over the swell of her ass and then round to her abdomen, up over her ribs to her tits. She moaned softly as his hands squeezed, chewing on her lower lip. She pushed her shoulders back a little more, which pushed her tits forward more. His fingers came to her nipples. He rolled. Twisted. Pinched. Her moan became a little louder then she squealed. Her whole body tightened...tensed.... squeezed around the hard cock deep inside her.

"Arghh....yes Sir" Sam whimpered, closed her eyes as Bates' fingers clamped a little tighter on her pebble-hard nipples and began to move her hips a little faster. Back and forth. Bates groaned a little in response and chuckled. He let go of one nipple and slapped her ass hard again. The same cheek. He guessed she would feel the sting biting a little more.

"Keep looking at me slut." Sam yelped but did as she was told. "That's better." As his left hand stayed with Sam's right tit, he moved his right hand to cup her cheek, his thumb drawing over her lower lip then slipping inside her mouth. As he expected her mouth closed around it and she started to suck on it gently. All the time she rolled her hips. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"Such a hungry little whore. If you enjoyed your time with those journalists...how many were there again..." He waited for Sam to tell him there were six. "...six. Hmmm...I might invite a few colleagues over. I think they'd enjoy you very much and I know you'd enjoy them, wouldn't you?" Sam's mind jumped from the night with the journalists which was lodged in her memory to something yet to come. Something just forming in her imagination. Men like Bates. Standing round. Drinking expensive scotch. Reminiscing as if they were in some officers' club in the US. Then they would each have a little fun with her. Individually. Collectively. Bates smiled.

"You're already thinking about it aren't you." He saw her cheeks flush a little and he laughed. "Your insatiable Sammy. Fortunately I know a few people who will be more than willing to feed that hunger." Suddenly he sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist and put one hand under her ass and then he stood up. As he did, Sam wrapped an arm around his neck, holding on as he turned and laid her down on the top of the desk. All the time his cock stayed buried in her. He took hold of her legs at the top of her thighs and pulled her forwards little before taking hold of her calves and bringing her legs up until they rested on his shoulders. Then he leaned forward over her putting his hands on the desk either side of her head. Sam was almost bent in half as bates withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her. He hesitated for a moment and looked at her looking up at him, expectantly. And then he slammed into her. Sam groaned and quickly grabbed hold of the edge of the desk. Bates' withdrew, waited, then drove in hard again.

"Ohhh god...hmmmm...hmmmm... "

"Oh yes...my friends will love you."
 
Bates enjoyed having Sam as a fuck toy. She was different than Major Hunt, who Bates was doing before. Hunt could be slutty, but only for her career. She wanted things in exchange for the sex she put out. Hunt was able to fuck her way into becoming a major. She worked her way up through the ranks, on her back & knees. Hunt would do anything & anybody to get what she wanted. Sam, on the other hand, was different. She fucked not for her career, but because she liked it. Sam was a true whore. Sure, she got paid at times. Just like any common whore would. Still, Sam didn't do it for money, or for a higher rank. Sam loved getting fucked by a hard cock. She loved being treated like a $2 dollar whore. Sam was addicted to cocks & cum. She couldn't get enough of either one. Sam also enjoyed licking pussy which Sandy found out. It brought them closer as friends. Sam's talented tongue could dance over a women's pussy with ease. Sandy held power over her friend and often used it. She knew how to make Sammy perform like the whore she was. Morgan, Kowalski & Bates also held such power over Sammy, along with the guys in 1st platoon. Sam had engaged in many different sex acts since coming to Vietnam. She had a lot more work to do before her tour was up.

Bates leaned into his thrusts. This gave him more power as his cock slammed into Sam. It was a good thing Sam was so limber. She could have been hurt otherwise. Her current position was laying on the desk. Her legs over Bates shoulders. Her body bent almost in half while Bates was on top. He grunted with each mighty thrust. His balls slapping hard against Sammy's ass cheeks. Bates loved watching the react on Sam's face each time his cock pounded her. He always made sure her eyes were open and she was looking at him. The only time she could close her eyes was when they kissed. Bates continued to savage Sam's cunt while he leaned further down. He captured her lips in a kiss. Bates slipped his tongue into Sammy's mouth. There, their tongues could intertwine with each other while the fucking went on. Bates was already planning his reunion party featuring Sammy dressed as a cheerleader. She would find out details later on. Once Bates had everything worked out and once his friends were told. Bates could use the camp's officer's club for his little get to together. It would just be closed for a very private party.
 
Sam kissed him back. Hungry. Her mouth opening to his. She groaned with each of his hard deep thrusts. He fucked her well. As well as most of the men who had been fucking her recently, despite his age. Morgan was fitter and stronger and there was something very different about the way Yenko fucked her... the way he used her. She was a little scared of Yenko truth be told; he was almost contemptuous of her and he seemed to know her almost better than she knew herself. But Bates was a good fuck. He eased her legs off of his shoulders and move both to his left, twisting her body at her waist. Her shoulders remained almost flat against the desk but it was her hip now that was on the desk. Bates had one hand holding her legs to the side and the other pushing down on the the side of her ass, periodically slapping it hard. After few minutes he withdrew and stepped back. He was breathing hard. Sweating a little. He smirked and poured himself another drink.

"Get up Lieutenant and show me that ass... over the desk again just like last time." Sam eased herself up, turned her back on the Colonel and leaned over the desk." Bates finished his drink.

"Oh yes. I do like junior officers who obey orders. Its one thing that junior officers and good whore have in common." He moved over to her again. Smoothed a hand over her reddened ass, then spanked it again, making Sam squeal. He moved in behind her, brought his cock to her ass with one hand and reached forward with the other. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.

"Tell me what you want, Lieutenant." Sam whimpered a little as he pulled her head back. Her breaths were short and shallow.

"I... I want you to... to fuck me Colonel." Sam had barely got the words out of her mouth when he slammed into her making her scream just as he had done the first time he had taken her. For the next 10 minutes he fucked her hard, barely missing a stroke and enjoying the sounds of her squeals and moans. He came hard and deep... filling her ass. When he was quite satisfied, she cleaned his cock and then, when both of them had dressed, she was dismissed with a reminder that he would be making some arrangements for her to provide a little 'entertainment' to some of his friends very soon. Sam headed back to her quarters. A shower. Bed. Who knew what she was going to be doing tomorrow but maybe she needed a little rest of fucking after the last week.
 
Since the Tet offensive, the American military forces changed how they were operating. The firebases around Camp's like Baker would no longer be used. It would be easier to just keep the soldiers in the main camps and run operation from there. The troops could be moved out into the jungles by helicopter. Dropped off so they could do whatever their mission was. Then the helicopters would bring the troops back. This was the new mind set for the American military machine. Short, offensive actions against the VC & NVA forces. A few weeks had passed by since 1st platoon returned from R&R. The guys kinda liked being at camp all the time. They no longer had to dig out holes to sleep in. They would be back in their barracks each night. Every morning platoons would head out on patrols. A schedule was worked up so that platoons rotated. One platoon from each company was sent out each day. 1st platoon from Bravo Company went out on patrol twice each week. Usually their patrols were at the beginning of the week and towards the end. The rest of the time, the guys did duties around Camp Baker. When the platoon wasn't in the field. Sam was allowed to work at 1st platoon's office with Kern, Morgan & Kowalski during most of the week. She would have a couple of days working at the base hospital for Major Price. Sam was given her own desk at the office. She would help out with reports and day to day operations of the platoon.

During the search & destroy mission, or sweep & clear as it became known after Tet. 1st platoon went back to the area where their firebase had been. Kern wanted to check out the village they had been helping. A lot of time had passed since they were last there. 1st platoon split into two groups. Kern led one group coming in from the south. Morgan took the second group around the village and came in from the north. Both groups reached the village around the same time. Instead of finding it filled with people as it was when they last saw it. The village was empty. Most of the huts had been burned down. The damage which had been done was old. It happened quite a while ago. Kern guessed that it happened when the NVA & VC attacked during Tet. There was no signs of what happened to the people. Only one body which was now a skeleton hung from a tree. Around it's neck was a sign which told the Americans to go home. From the clothes on the skeleton. Kern figured that this was Ho Van Ty. The old man which Sam was helping. Morgan was sure that Phan Anh Tu, the old man's granddaughter was taken by the NVA. 1st platoon finished their sweep of the area and returned to Camp Baker.

The next day should have been a work day around the camp. It started out that way. The guys were busy doing different jobs around the base. Kern, Sam, Morgan & Kowalski were working at the office of 1st platoon. It was time for monthly reports and the typewriters were clicking away. A helicopter flew in from Saigon. A civilian stepped from the chopper and quickly headed for the base HQ. He identified himself as Douglas Tanner, C.I.A.. Tanner met with Colonel Bates in his office. Bates was told that a helicopter went down that morning North East of Camp Baker. Tanner said that helicopter was carrying a South Vietnamese agent who had been working undercover in the North. He said this man was carrying a briefcase which contained secret documents telling of future plans the North Vietnamese. Tanner said it was vital that the briefcase was found and returned. Bates didn't like having the C.I.A. around. He didn't trust them, but Tanner had an ordered signed by General Westmoreland. This paper told Bates he had no choice but to help Tanner on his mission. Bates checked the roster for who was available. He noticed Kern's platoon wasn't due out in the field for a few more days. He decided to send them out on what seemed to be a clear cut rescue mission. Bates picked up his phone and asked his aide to call Kern.

Kern was sitting at his desk when his phone rang. He picked it up, answering it. Kern was told that Colonel Bates wanted too see him ASAP. Kern told Sam, Morgan & Kowalski that he was needed at the base HQ. " You know what this means? " Kowalski said as Kern left the office. Morgan nodded his head. " Yeah......I got that feeling.......You had better round up the guy. " Morgan said to Kowalski who quickly left. He then turned too Sam. " You better get your gear together Lt......I have a feeling we're heading out into the field. " Morgan said with a rather uneasy look on his face. He had a bad feel about this and Morgan didn't even know what it was about. His gut was saying that it wasn't going to be anything easy.
 
It didn't take long before Sam and the rest of the squad settled down into a routine. It was certainly much improved on moving back and forth to the firebase. There were significantly more comforts ... Although everything was relative of course. Better food. More comfortable beds. No constant packing and unpacking. Every few days they were out but usually they were back at the end of the same day. Hot showers. Hot food. Cold beers. Clean sheets. Out in the jungle, little changed though. Sam wasn't sure she would ever get used to it. On the days the squad wasn't out, Sam was either at the hospital or she was in the platoon office pushing paperwork.

When Kearn got called by Bates, Sam didn't particularly think that much about it. The call wasn't unusual. But when Kowalski and Morgan reacted, she felt her heart rate jump a little. She didn't stop to ask question though. She nodded and headed to her quarters. She checked the kit which she already knew was fine, but just in case.... Just as she was finishing, a corporal came with a note which told her she needed to be ready to ship out at 15.00. When she arrived at meeting point, half the squad were already there. And everybody was confused. Usually if they were heading out, they knew about it the day before. This was sudden. When Kearn arrived he wasn't alone. A man in his forties wearing civilian clothes walked with him. He stood a few feet away as Kearn told everyone what was happening. Whilst Kearn said nothing, everyone guessed who - or what - the stranger was. CIA. They had all seen thir share. Evie tried to concentrate on what Kearn was saying but she was conscious of the man looking at her. Smirking. When the time came for the squad to move out, he kept his feet firmly on the ground. Sam didn't like that they were working for the CIA and neither did anyone else. She didn't think this was going to end well.
 
The mission as it was explained to Kern, which he was explaining to the members of 1st platoon seemed simple. They go out by helicopter, find a downed chopper and bring back a briefcase. As missions went, it seemed pretty easy. That's what bothered Kern, Morgan, Kowalski, Sam and everyone else. It seemed to damn easy. There was a bad feeling about this mission hanging over Camp Baker. The fact that the CIA was involved only made the bad feeling worse. Still, no one could argue against orders. Bates had no choice but to send someone out. Kern's platoon was the best choice because they knew the area where the chopper went down. Plus, 1st platoon was arguable the best outfit stationed at Camp Baker. Kern told Morgan to get everyone on the choppers. Morgan yelled out for everyone to mount up! The group headed for the waiting helicopters. The only one who remained at the gathering point was Tanner. He watched as the soldiers climbed aboard the hueys. The choppers lifted off and headed north west. Tanner was the only one who knew what was really going on here. He, along with certain people in Washington were using 1st platoon like pawns.

The chopper ride lasted about 25 minutes. Once they reached a clearing, known as LZ Delta, the choppers touched down. The members of 1st platoon exited and formed up a few feet away. Kern, Morgan, Kowalski & Sam looked over a map which Tanner had provided. It marked the area where the chopper was believed to be. Kern split 1st platoon into two groups. He took one group, along with Kowalski towards the north before they would turn and move in on the location. Morgan, along with Sam would take the second group south before swinging in. Kern's plan was to have the two groups come in from the sides instead of straight in. Morgan just couldn't shake the feeling that this was terribly wrong. He didn't like the CIA being involved with any war. They often did more harm than good. Kern & Morgan stayed in radio contact while their groups moved. Everything seemed peaceful enough. Morgan told Sam that it was times like this when the war was most dangerous. It was like a stroll on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Expect, there didn't seemed to be any signs of life. No animals, no people and even the birds seemed to be somewhere else. Both groups reached the downed chopper. Kern held his group while he looked over the wreck with his field glasses. Morgan was doing the same on the far side. He handed his glasses to Sam. " My gut is screaming on this one.......I feel like we're being set up. " Morgan spoke softly to Sam. He didn't want the guy to feel any worse about this. Kern gave the order to move in. He then radioed Morgan with the same order. Both teams moved in slowly on the helicopter. Kern jumped aboard and started searching. it wasn't long before he found the briefcase hidden under a seat. It was locked which meant that no one could get inside for a look. Kern used hand signals to order Morgan and his group to move out. Kern and his group followed. They were heading back to the extraction point.

Morgan wasn't more the 100 yards away from the crash site when he froze. He knew understood why everything was so quiet. " EVERYONE DOWN!! " Morgan yelled out as AK-47's opened up on their position. On the way down to the ground. Morgan grabbed Sam by her pack and pulled her down quicker then she could have moved. At the position she had been standing in. Sam would have been ripped to pieces by the first volley of gun fire. Morgan had just saved Sam's life. Morgan yelled out for everyone to fire! The guns of 1st platoon opened up. Forming a half circle around 1st platoon was 25 Viet Cong. A pitch battle began. Bullets flying everywhere. The VC were moving around like rats in the jungle. A couple of 1st platoon soldiers got hit. Sam's skills were needed. Morgan told Sam to keep low. She would need to crawl from patient to patient.
 
There was something different this time. Usually there was little conversation on the choppers. The sound of the rotars and the air noise rushing past the open door meant that hearing anything else was almost impossible. Sometimes there would be an odd shouted word. A nod of acknowledgment. A point to something on the ground. But a conversation wasn't possible. But today no-one was even trying as the huey took off. Sam was sat next to the open door, on the floor, her bag between her legs and her M16 resting across the top. She was looking at Tanner who was looking back up. He pulled on a cigarette and from what Sam could see, he was smirking. Perhaps he was just satisfied that the Army was doing something to get his case back for him. No-one liked the CIA being involved though. Having the US Army brass in charge was sometimes bad enough. The CIA was altogether worse and at times it was clear that what they wanted was completely different to what the Army wanted.

They landed and Kern split the squad up. Even making their way to the coordinates they had been given was quiet. Still no-one seemed like they wanted to engage in any kind of conversation and there was certainly no joking around. Even finding the chopper didn't seem to stir up anything. They all stood and watched as Kern tentatively climbed onto the wreck and emerged a few moments later.

Sam watched as Kern stepped down with the case in his hand and heard him give the order to move out. She was aware of Morgan turning and starting to walk back the way they had come. And then she was a few paces past him when she suddenly realized that he had stopped - dead in his tracks. She looked at him, puzzled, about to say something when all hell broke loose. The sound of AK47's firing rapidly broke the silence and sounds of bullets zipping past her and punching into the grounds made her cringe. She suddenly felt like she had been punched and for a fraction of a second she was sure she had been hit. She expected to feel the burning pain explode within her body but it never came. Instead she was aware that she was falling. Moving through the air. Out of control. She landed hard. As she feel everything seemed to slow down. Until she hit the ground. The landing punched her again. But it brought her back to the reality. She looked around and up and saw Morgan looking at her, moving forward, telling her to stay low. She reached out for her back and headed for the first injured man. It took her s econd to realize that there was nothing she was going to be able to do for him beyond pain management. He was still conscious, moaning, bleeding profusely. She administered the shot of morphine but there was nothing else she could do. She moved on. One soldier after the next. And then she heard Spade call out. There was something different about it. There was a lot of shouting. But there was something about this which got Sam's attention. She looked up as she wrapped applied a large field dressing. Spade had called out to Tex. She looked up. Saw Tex look overin her direction. She was between Spade and Tex. And then everything seemed to slow down. She saw his expression change. Saw his body jerk.. once... twice... three times... four time... and then he was falling. The aim of the M60 began to arc up as he fell. His body crumpled.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO... NO... NO.. NO..NO..." she grabbed hold of her bag, stood up and immediately started running, closing the gap between her and where Tex had fallen. A bullet whistled through the soft flesh in her upper right arm but she didn;t seem to feel it. He focus was only on getting to the man who had fallen a few feet from her. His body was a mess. His shirt was already soaked dark red that was almost black. She fell to her knees and ripped open what was left of his shirt. He was alive. His eyes were open. He was talking... smiling...

"You're gonna be okay... just... just hold on... hold on man.... " Sam was breathing hard, pulling out dressing and bandages and tubes and needles. Anything which she though would stop the flow of blood. She tore open the sealed pack of sulfa powder using her teeth and spread it liberally over his chest and belly. But no amount of the anti-coagulant was going to help in this case. Sam wasn't seeing it though. She kept talking, telling Tex his was going to be okay. The rest of the war had gone away. At that moment, nothing else mattered.
 
Upon hearing the gunfire, Kern turned his group around. They moved quickly back into the area where the chopper went down. Kern realized his second squad was under heavy attack. The VC must have been waiting close by and moved in just behind Morgan's group. They pounced when the second squad started back the way they came. Kern's group attacked the VC from their rear. They went ready for such an attack. The VC between Kern's & Morgan's groups were quickly defeated. The rest disappeared back into the jungle. Once the fighting had stopped and the area secured. Kern called for the choppers. They couldn't make it back to the main LZ. Morgan said they could use a field some 50 yards away. That was good enough for Kern. The wounded needed to get back quickly. One of those who was badly injured was Tex. He had taken four hits from an AK-47 to his chest & stomach area. The first chopper was for them. Sam would go with the wounded this time. She was working hard to keep Tex alive. Kern's group secured the new LZ. Morgan's squad moved the wounded and placed them on the helicopter. Sam never stopped working on Tex. She never stopped talking to him. Motown, Cruz, Spade, Cobb, Kern, Morgan, Kowalski & Tony watched the helicopter lift off. Each of them could see Sam doing what she could. All they could do now was pray.

The other choppers soon landed. The rest of 1st platoon climbed aboard and headed back to Camp Baker. Kern was still holding the briefcase. Kowalski looked at it and commented that he hoped it was worth the price they just paid. Kern shook his head and said nothing the CIA had was worth what just happened. Morgan sat silently looking out the open door. What had just happened was the worst Morgan had ever seen. It was like the VC knew they were coming, or expected them. There was no doubt the VC had been waiting for them. Morgan had seen a dozen rescue missions in both Vietnam & Korea. None had ever gone so badly as this one did. It was like walking into a trap. By the time the rest of 1st platoon reached Camp Baker. Sam and the wounded were long gone into the base hospital. Kern & Morgan headed for the base HQ with the briefcase. Kowalski moved the men out. He had them return to the barracks to stow their gear away. Kowalski like the others wanted to headed over to the hospital, but he knew that couldn't do anything over there. It was better if the guys were kept busy until what could be done, was done.

Kern pushes his way through the door at HQ. Tanner was sitting in a chair coolly smoking a cigarette. His legs were propped up on a large table which had a map of the area on it. Bates looked up as Kern slammed the briefcase down on the table. Morgan fell in behind and slightly to Kern's right. Tanner looked at the briefcase before thanking Kern on a job well done. Kern glared at Tanner before looking at Bates. He could see there was something wrong by the look on the colonel's face. Kern demanded to know what was going on. Bates lowered his head while Tanner blew out some smoke. " Go on Colonel.......Tell the Lieutenant what's going on. " Tanner said with a large smug look on his face. Bates looked daggers at Tanner. He them told him to get his damn foot off the table! Bates took a deep breathe before telling Kern that the entire mission had been a setup. He said Tanner had used them as bait while a CIA led rescue team got the real briefcase. Bates added that Tanner didn't tell the whole story until he was sure that 1st platoon was engaged with the enemy. This kept the other team free and unharmed. Kern spun around, grabbed Tanner from the chair. He jerked the agent to his feet and was ready to pound his face into hamburger. Morgan stopped Kern from striking Tanner and pulled him free. It was then that Morgan delivered a powerful punch to Tanner's face. The agent was knocked half away crossed the room. Morgan was grabbed by others in the room. Tanner groaned as he rolled on the floor. Morgan was swear a blue streak about Tanner using them. Tanner lifted himself up to his knees. He looked at Morgan while wiping blood from his mouth. " You......Your team......You're all expendable assets!........Don't ever forget that Sergeant! " Tanner said before he spit some blood on the floor. He slowly rose to his feet. " Don't mess with the bull Sergeant!......Or you'll get the horns! " Tanner growled as Morgan struggled against those holding him. Bates grabbed Tanner's briefcase and tossed it at him. " Get your ass off my base!......NOW! " Tanner caught the case while looking at Bates as he spoke. The two man stared at each other for a moment. " You're expendable also Colonel.......Don't ever think differently. " Tanner pushed his way through everyone. He left the HQ building. A jeep was waiting for him outside. Tanner tossed the briefcase into the back before he climbed in. It drove away as Tanner leaned back. Another mission had been flawlessly completed. Tanner was pleased with how things turned out.
 
Sam's hands were covered in Tex's blood. Her shirt was smeared with it in places and there was a smudge down her cheek. Her own blood was gradually soaking the upper arm sleeve from the slice that went across her right bicep. Tex was laid out on a stretcher which was in turn laid out on the floor of the chopper. Sam knelt over Tex and worked on his broken body as the evac helicopter made its way back to the base hospital. Tex had stopped smiling. He had turned grey and his eyes were half closed. Sam kept talking. "Stay with me... Don't you dare quit. on me." All the time she worked trying to stop the loss of vital fluids from the torn flesh. But as her hands became more covered, as her clothes became more smeared, the weaker Tex got. She couldn't put enough fluid back into him. His blood pressure fell lower... lower... with each passing minute... less fluid for his heart to pump around. Less reason for his heart to keep pumping. She had to stop working when the chopper landed and the stretcher was taken off. She moved along side it, holding the saline bag up. They crashed through the double doors of the hospital where there was a team already waiting. Ben. Sandy. The stretcher was dropped onto a trolley and Ben moved to the opposite side from where Sam placed herself. Ben started to examine the man in front of him as Sam began to outline what she knew... the nature of the wounds... the drugs she had already administered... and then she stopped. Ben wasn't doing anything. He looked up and started to pull of the latex gloves.

"Sorry Sam. He's gone." Ben turned and was already walking away getting ready for the next arrival. Sam stared at him for a moment then down to Tex. She shook her head.

"NO. He's not. We need to get him to the OR. He needs an arterial graft and..." Ben turned around when Sam started speaking, looking puzzled. Sandy looked equally surprised but she was also worried by how Sam was acting.

"Sam. The man's dead. He didn't stand a chance." Ben couldn't understand why Sam couldn't see what would have been obvious to a first year medical student. Sam was still shaking her head. She looked around, looking for the surgical tray, but there was nothing on there that would help her... nothing that would help Tex.

"No... we can .... we have to... "

"Sam. He's gone. There was just too much trauma. You couldn't have done anything." Sandy reached out and put her hand on Sam's left arm. As she did, the doors burst open again and another soldier was brought in on a trolly. Sandy needed to go. Sam stared at her and nodded and then looked down at Tex. She closed his shirt over the open wounds on his chest and then took a sheet from a shelving unit against the far wall and opened it up, before drawing it over Tex's body... over his head. She stood and stared for a moment, wide eyed. And the she turned and headed out, walking toward the Company HQ. As she reached it, she saw the jeep with Tanner in the back seat pulling away. She stopped and watched him as the keep drove passed. He looked up... looked at her and smiled.

Sam walked into the tent. It took a few moments but it was Kearn who noticed her first. He knew immediately that what she had to say was not going to be good.

"Tex didn't make it. I don't... I don't know about anyone else." The room was silent for a long time.

"Why don't you go and clean up Lieutenant." Finally it was Kearn who broke the silence. He looked down as he spoke. Sam followed his gaze and suddenly realized the state of her shirt and hands. She nodded, turned and left heading for her own quarters. Kawalski picked up his rifle.

"I'll go and tell the men." Kearn nodded.

"Morgan. Go make sure she's okay." He didn't need asking a second time. He followed Kowalski out but went in the opposite direction. He didn't rush to catch Sam up; he merely followed her 100 yards behind. When he reached her quarters he just walked straight on in, quietly. He saw Sam sitting on the bed. She looked up at him but said nothing. He hesitated for a moment and then stepped into the small shower room and turned it on. He returned to the main room. He went over to Sam and knelt down, undoing her boots and easing them off. Neither one of them said anything. Then he stood up and took her elbow, easing her up. He undid the top of her pants and then began to undo her buttons. She looked up at him. Her eyes full of unshed tears. He eased the shirt off and then noticed the almost dried blood and covering her upper arm. What he had seen on her shirt he had assumed belonged to Tex.

"What the...Jeez... Looks like you earned yourself a Purple Heart. Come on, lets get you cleaned up and then I'll find a bandage." Sam still said nothing. She looked at her arm and for the first time registered the dull pain. Carefully he stripped her and then led her to the bathroom, putting her into the shower. He fetched a towel and returned to find that the shad hardly moved. Sam was stood, eyes closed, letting the hot water hit her. Morgan hesitated for a moment and then undressed. Within a few seconds, he stepped into the small shower with her. He wrapped his arms around her, carefully avoiding the open wound, and pulled her towards him.

"Its not your fault." He said quietly. After a moment of just standing, holding her, he felt her hands come to his hips and then ease around. And then he felt her pull herself closer as she started to cry. He held onto her and let the water wash everything away.
 
Major Price filled out the proper paperwork on the wounded & the dead. This report was sent too Lieutenant Kern at the 1st platoon office. Kern had returned after his run in with Tanner. The hospital report came in not long after he arrived. Kowalski came in while Kern was looking over the report. From the look on the lieutenant's face, Kowalski could tell it wasn't good news. Kern asked if Kowalski had seen Morgan since he took off after Sam? Kowalski said no, but he said it would be a while before Morgan was seen again. He said Sam was pretty shaken up after the death of Tex. Kern said he needed to write a letter to Tex's parents. He asked Kowalski to go tell the men about Tex. It would better coming from someone within 1st platoon. Kern added that the men could have the rest of the day off. Kowalski left and headed for the barracks. He found the men hanging around waiting. Kowalski gathered them around before saying Tex was dead. He said they were off duty until tomorrow. The news of Tex dieing hit the group like an unseen punch to the stomach. The guys knew it was possible, but none would ever think it would happen. Silence ruled over the barracks for a long time. Motown, Spade & Cruz arrived in Vietnam along with Tex. Spade & Tex went through basic training together. The four men had their first meeting on the day they shipped out for Nam. Not long after arriving, these four became the core team within 1st platoon. Now, one of their own was dead. Losing a new guy was always easier. The new people weren't as well known and always had to earn their place before those in the platoon accepted them. Until today, the guys hadn't been fully touched by death. They had lost friends within the group, but the core team stayed intact.

Motown, Spade, Cruz, Cobb & Tony pulled up chairs around Tex's bunk. The guys opened a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels. They each took turns drinking from the bottle before passing it around. Each of the guys toasted their fallen friend. They told stories of Tex and talked about the good times. Cruz brought up what Tex said when he first laid eyes on Sam. This brought laughter from those who were there. Spade told how Tex asked if Sam was a woman. As much as the guys were hurting. Each of them knew Sam would be hurting three times as much. None of them had seen Sam since she left on the helicopter. They all wondered how well she was taking the news. Cruz asked if they should go by her place too see if she was there? Motown shook his head no. He said she would need some time. They could visit her later on that night. Take a couple of bottles of whiskey and get drunk with her. Had the guys left now, they would have found Sam naked in the shower with Morgan. It would have been a surprise since the guys didn't know Sam was doing Morgan & Kowalski along with each of them.
 
Sam let Morgan hold her and she let herself cry for a few minutes and then gradually, the tears eased and her body calmed. The warm water washed away the dried blood from her hands - Tex's blood for the most part - and from her upper arm but it also seemed to take the edge off the hurt. There was no switch of course and it wasn't as if suddenly the pain of grief disappeared, but the release was enough to let Sam regain some control. She pulled back just a little and looked up at Morgan. She gave a slight smile.

"Sorry." She whispered not quite sure whether she was apologising for her crying - she didn't imagine Morgan was particularly comfortable dealing with a sobbing female - or for not being able to keep Tex alive. She sighed feeling the guilt and the loss still heavy on her heart. He looked down, brushed a hand over her cheek and smiled back.

"Nothing to be sorry for. I needed a shower anyway." Sam's smile broadened a little

"You need to go and see the guys...and do whatever it is you usually do after a crappy mission. Go. I'll be fine." He looked at her upper arm. He did want to see how the squad were; he was sure they would have been told by now and he needed to be with them. They were his squad. His responsibility. Sam was part of that group and he didn't regret checking she was okay.but he felt himself being pulled.

"You need some help with that?" It was a question rather than a statement. Sam shook her head almost before he finished speaking.

"I think I can manage that. It's not exactly a major injury." Morgan nodded, leaned down and kissed her and then climbed out of the shower. Sam finished washing as he dried himself off, dressed and left, calling out that he would check on Sam later. When Sam brought herself out of the shower she couldn't deny she felt better. The ache of loss was still there but she was at least functioning now. She patched her arm and dressed in fresh greens. Then she tidied up and sorted out the medical kit, noting what needed replacement, and putting to one side that which needed sterilisation. Once done she made a visit to the medical store, handed in what was reuseable after being properly cleaned, and took out the fresh replacements. Then she headed back and re packed her bags ready for the next time. As she was finishing she hears feet outside her door moments before the knock came. She knew there was more than on person outside but she was surprised when she opened the door to see most of the guys there. Spade, Cruz, Mowtown, Cobb. They stared at each other and for a moment Sam wasn't sure whether they were going to blame her or somehow hold her responsible. But then Spade lifted his arms and showed he was holding a bottle of whisky in each hand.

"You wanna get drunk with us Doc?" Sam looked at Spade and then to each of the others. Then she stepped back holding the door open as the four men stepped into her room.
 
Unseen by Sam, Tony stood just to the left of the doorway. There was no room for him to stand at the door with the others. They had crowded the area pretty well. He revealed himself once Sam let the guys enter her place. Tony stopped at the door long enough to say hi, before moving inside. Spade set the bottle down on the table. It was easy too see these guys already had a few drinks in them. Motown said they had the rest of the day off. That meant Sam had the rest of the day off. " We thought you'd wanna join us Doc. " Motown added while Cruz and Tony gathered up some glasses. Spade said this was all about remembering their fallen friend and Tex was certainly everyone's friend. He began pouring drinks for everyone. Cruz lit up and joint as the guys took seats. The joint was then passed around as where the glasses of Jack Daniels. Motown asked if Sam remembered the first time she came to Firebase Apache? He then spoke of how Tex was so surprised too see Sam that he asked if she was a woman. They laughed when Spade spoke of the shocked look Tex wore that day. None of the guys expected to get a woman as their field medic, but they were sure damn glad they did. They had a lot of fun with Sam and would have a lot more. Tex certainly enjoyed the time he spent with Sam.

The conversation continued on with Spade asking Sam if she remembered the poker game in the barracks? That was a night the guys who were there would never forget. It was such a great night even if Sam didn't play poker well. Toasts were made and glasses were raised in honor of Tex. The group felt sorrow for their loss, but they found some happiness in remembering the good times. They lost a good friend, but that loss would bring them closer as a group. There was no way of knowing when, or if you'd get picked off in this war. it wasn't like other wars with proper battlefields. The battlefield was everywhere. Even more so now since Tet. Everyone knew that they could be next. It could happen tomorrow, or the following day, or perhaps a week, or a month from now. It also could very well not happen. No one could be sure, but they knew as a group. They had a special bond which couldn't be broken. Not even by death itself.
 
Sam watched for a moment as they filed into the room. She smiled to herself and brushed her damp hair back from her face. They were relaxed but quite purposeful. It took no time for them to find some glasses and set them out on the small table. Spade opened one of the bottles and poured out large measures in each one then handed one to each person there. Still smiling, but having said nothing she took one. There was a toast to Tex and shewatched them all knock back their drinks then look at her. They were expectant. Waiting to see if she was going to join them. She looked around them all and then empitied her glass. That seemed to ease the tension a little and Spade immediately started refilling glasses. Some of the guys found themselves a seat anywhere there could. Chairs. Desk. Bed. Cobb had sat himself at the top of the bed and put his feet up. Whilst Spade was walking around topping up glasses, Cruz handed Sam a freshly rolled joint. She took it... Took a long drag. God that felt good. She closed her eyes. Held the smoke inside her lungs for a few long seconds and the. Slowly exhaled. She sat on a chair that the guys had left for her and joined the conversation about Tex. she remembered that first time she had seen them, seen their reaction to her. It had amused her then and still did. And then the conversation switched to the poker game. How could she forget. Tony and Cobb wanted details and the rest were happy to provide them. As they talked, Sam said nothing but her mind took her back and she was enjoying the recollections.

"That was the night Sam became our whore. Sammy the slut. Isn't that right Sammy?" Sam blushed a little and smiled and emptied her glass again.

"Tex loved how much of a fucking whore you are." Motown said. Sam laughed and took the joint handed to her from Cruz.

"Then maybe... In honour of the man... The whore should get on her knees and do what he would have expected her to do." Cobb said staring straight at Sam. The smile disappeared slowly from Sam's face. She looked at him... Then the others.

"Sounds like a damn fine idea to me" Spade said. He stood up and walked over to Sam. She stayed sitting down but looked up at him. He stroked her cheek, cradled her chin and drew his thumb over her lower lip. Sam simply looked up and let his thumb slip into her mouth. Spade smirked. This wasn't what they had planned... But then maybe it was he thought to himself and Tex certainly wouldn't have a problem with them fucking their favourite whore.
 
When it was suggested that the guy go see Sam. The thought of sex wasn't on anyone's mind. It was the last thing any of them would have thought of. However, bring up the good memories of their fallen friend, did in fact place sex within the minds of those sitting around. None of the guys doubted that if Tex could speak now. He'd be saying go ahead and give Sam a good fuck for him. They were sure Tex would tell Sam the same thing. Spade smiled when Sam opened her mouth and took in his thumb. " You know......This is what Tex would have wanted.......He wouldn't want us sitting around and feelin sorry for him.......He'd wanna us to be happy and do what we always do. " Spade's voice was cool as he spoke. He was sure Sam would understand and join in. Spade slowly pulled his thumb from her mouth. He said there were other things she could suck on. Spade reached down, placed his hands on Sam's arms and pulled her up too her feet. He spun her around until she was in the middle of where the guys were sitting. Spade lowered himself down into the chair she had been sitting in. " Show us your body Sammy........Show Tex that you're still the whore he loved so much. " The guys continued to drink their glasses of whiskey. Their eyes remained on Sam. Once the glasses were empty and set down somewhere. Each of the guys stood and began to undo their pants.

Morgan had in deed visited the guys before they left to go see Sam. They had been sitting around drinking which is what he expected to find. Morgan didn't say anything to the guys because they were doing okay. He left and returned to the platoon hq. Morgan wrote out a letter for Tex's parents. He & Kowalski head back over to the barracks. By then the guys were gone. The sergeants weren't worried because they figured as long as the guys stayed out of trouble, they'd be alright. Morgan & Kowalski packed up Tex's belongings into a box. This box would be sent home along with his body. They returned to the platoon hq with the box. Letters written by Kern & Morgan would join Tex's body and the box of his belongings.
 
Sam didn't resist as Spade eased her to her feet. She let him turn her round, move her back, place her in the middle of the main open space in the room. She looked around. Five guys looked back. Some sipping whisky. Some drawing on a cigarette. She felt relaxed. Calm. The warmth of the shower. The jack Daniels. The dope. The conversation.

"Come on sweetheart. Be a good little whore and do what you do best."

She looked at Cobb and watched him exhaled a long plume of smoke. Sam hesitated for a moment and then brought her hands to her shirt and started to undo the buttons. She pulled it out of the top of her pants and took it off. Then she took off her t-shirt, lifting it up over her head. Cobb was the first to move. He hadn't bern there at the start. He felt he was playing catch up in some ways... And that meant he was going to take every opportunity he could with this piece of ass. The fact that she was an officer made it even better.
 
Cobb moved behind Sam while her t-shirt was coming off. He moved closer and unhooked her bra. Once loose, it fell to the floor exposing Sam's breasts. Cobb wrapped his arms around Sam pulling her against the heavy muscles of his chest. He was powerfully built like Motown, but not as tall. Cruz came over, kneel down in front of Sam and undid her belt & pants. Once undone, the pants & Sam's panties were pealed off her body. Cruz told Sam to step out of them. The clothing was tossed to the side. Cruz then let his hands touch Sam's naked skin. This wasn't his first time seeing Sam naked, but a sight like this never got old. Cruz let his hands slowly move upwards over Sam's body. Cobb was by now playing with her nipples. He was pinching them and giving them little twists. Cobb whispered in her ear that she was a nasty whore. Fucking all the guys at Madame Wu's that night, plus having sex with the General. Cobb knew a little reminded of her past would loosen her up real quick. His right hand left Sam's breasts. Cobb reached around and undid his pants. He pulled his already hard black cock free. It pressed against Sam's ass. Cobb told her that she made him hard and now she needed to fix him.

The guys started undressing with Cobb & Cruz started working Sam up. They knew she'd soon be warmed up and ready to be the willing whore they all knew she was. Cruz had risen too his feet. He placed his left hand between Sam's legs and found her pussy was wet. Cruz slipped two fingers into her cunt and started fucking her. " You're addicted to cock baby......And we got your fix all ready for you. " Cobb again whispered into Sam's ear. He leaned down and began kissing at her neck. The other guys looked on after getting stripped. They slowly began stroking their cocks as the actions started. No one wanted a soft cock at a moment like this. Not when you were going to fuck the hottest slut in Southeast Asia. Cruz was by now finger fucking Sam much harder. Spade told Sam to say she wanted fucked. He said she needed to beg for it before it happened.
 
Sam watched Cobb approach her. There was something about Cobb which added an edge to her excitement. He scared her, just a little. There was something about how he looked at her which was just a little more carnal... As if all he saw was an officer he could fuck and who needed to be fucked. Sam watched him until he disappeared behind her. She took a deep breath as she felt his hands come onto her body. They felt good. Rough. Big. She didn't resist as he pulled her back. She lifted her left hand, reaching up and back and cupping it around the back of his thick neck. As she did so, her back arched and her body stretched. She felt other hands...undoing buttons...sliding down fabric. She stepped out of them as Cruz told her to leaving her naked and displayed for them. More hands on her body. Then she felt Cobb's breath at her ear and neck. She squirmed slowly, closed her eyes, chewed her lower lip and moaned softly. Sighed. Her mind jumped back to that night...only a few nights ago. She whimpered a little as a hand moved between her legs and then moaned again as two fingers sank into her. Cobb reached up one hand and took a firm hold of her chin. He turned her head towards him. Quickly slapped her cheek with his fingers before taking hold of her chin again.

"Look at me. Open your fucking eyes." Sam did as she was told, her breathing short and shallow as Cruz worked his fingers deeper, harder, faster. She heard Spade saying she had to beg them.

"Don't let the bitch cum, Cruz. She doesn't deserve that yet. You gotta work for that girl." She whimpered a little. "You heard what the man said. Beg!" Sam hesitated for a moment, gasped again as Cruz pushed deeper. At the same time Cobb pushed down a little through his hold on her.

"Oh god...please...please fuck me...I need..please... "

"Do you want a hard cock in your cunt?"

"Yes...oh god please...." Cruz was working his fingers in her expertly. "Say it" Cobb slapped her cheek again.

"I want... I want your cock in my cunt." Cobb smiled at the fact that she'd said his. "What else?" Again he slapped her cheek.

"I want.,. Fuck my mouth...and...and my ass... I need...all of...please."

"Then get on your fucking knees whore and start working for it." Both Cobb and Cruz let her go. She staggered a little...and then moved down onto her knees as the men approached.
 
The guys surrounded Sam once she dropped too her knees. Everywhere she looked, there was a big hard cock ready for her. Each other the guys wanted Sam to suck their cocks and they would get that in time. Sam only had one mouth, but she had two hands. She worked tow cocks while going down on one. Motown was the first to get as blow job from Sam. She worked on Cruz & Cobb with her hands. Sam was soon pulled over to where Spade stood. His cock went down deep into her throat. Sam continued to suck and jerk cocks all the way around. Once Sam made a circle and was facing Motown again, the fucking started. The guys moved Sam over to her bed. This is where most of the action would take place. Cobb laid down and told Sam to get on his dick! Sam climbed in the bed, positioned herself over Cobb, then lowered herself down. His big black cock fit snuggling inside her tight white pussy. It was amazing that no matter how many times Sam got fucked. Her pussy remained so damn tight. The guys figured her conditioning was to reason behind this. Sam was in great shape and it showed. Her body was lean and hard. Just perfect for a wanton whore.

Sam rode Cobb for a short time before Motown jumped on the bed. His massive cock found Sam's tight little ass and invaded it. The two black studs hammered Sam's tight holes. Tony climbed in the bed and took up a position where Sam could suck his cock. He slapped her face a few times with it. This was done to tease Sam. Tony then let Sam take his meat into her willing mouth. Spade & Cruz waited their tuns to jump in. No one could ever doubt that this is how Tex would want them to send him off. By fucking their favorite whore in every way possible.
 
Sam looked around a little. On her knees, surrounded by semi-hard cocks. She was approached from all sides as she lifted her hands. They guys seemed to line themselves up, and as Motown moved in front of her, took hold of her head and fed his cock into her mouth, she let them guide her hands. Once filled with cock she stroked and sucked. There was a sense of urgency about what they did but nothing was rushed. Hands worked over her body randomly; her ass, her tits, slapped and squeezed and mauled as the men talked about her to each other, rarely speaking directly to her other than to call her a whore or a slut directly or to tell her to work harder...to open wider... To look up... Her head was pulled off one dick and used towards another, her mouth quickly refilled. She moaned, groaned, whimpered, squealed. Her desire and need and hunger grew just as the guys knew it would and they kept on going, assaulting her body in the most incredible of ways.

Sam wasn't sure who she had sucked and how many times but when finally Tony pushed her head away, she sat back on her heels, her body stinging and tingling...alive...wanting. She saw Cobb lying down on the bed his cock pointing straight up. Breathing hard she stood up and moved onto the bed as he had told her. His hands came to her hips as she moved over him. He looked at her with a hint of contempt... She was an officer and he had no real time for officers but at least she could serve his cock which meant she had some worth. She reached down and guided his cock to her cunt. His cock was thick. He was so tight inside her. He groaned as he sank into her, pulling her down until her was buried inside her. His hands moved to her ass and he rocked her forwards and back forwards and back.

"Does that feel good Lt... Just what you need huh... You like being a GIs fucking ground sheet don't you... Getting cock wherever you can... " all the time he spoke Cobb rocked her on his cock making her gasp and whimper. The rest of the guys took the opportunity for another drink and a smoke while Cobb enjoyed a little one on one. Then they decided who was getting first shot as Sam's ass. Motown got the honour. Sam felt the bed move. Felt herself being pushed forward. Big powerful hands on her ass. A hard cock pushing...pushing... Easing inside her. She closed her eyes and squealed. In response she felt two slaps. One on her ass and on on her face. Tony had climbed up on the head of the bed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tipped her head back so she was looking directly up at him. He slapped her cheek with his fingers.

"This is what you like best isn't it slut. Stuffed with hard thick cock. Every fucking hole filled. Say it. " he slapped a third time. "Fucking say it."

"Yes" Sam squealed. "I... I want every hole filled... I like this best... So...good...want it so...so much." She had barely finished speaking when both Cobb and Motown pushed deep inside her making her squeal. Tony immediately filled her mouth muffling the further moans.

"You're gonna get well fucked tonight Lt. Fucked like the whore you truly are." Cobb said, holding onto her tight and fucking her harder as Motown and Tony did the same.
 
This was the best medicine for Sam right now. It's just what she needed to help heal the pain of losing a close friend. The guys needed this as well. Someone else may think this was an odd way to honor a friend's passing, but not for this group. It was their hard, rough sex with Sam which brought them together in the first place. It brought her into their circle and made her apart of the group. It was a strong bind with tied them all together. It only seemed fitting to send Tex off with a gang bang of Sam. The bed was certainly getting a full workout. Motown, Cobb and Tony used Sam like the whore she was. In time all three came inside of her body. Spade & Cruz replaced their friends. They also fucked Sam until cumming inside of her. The party didn't stop there. The five guys continued their party with Sam as the night went on. Sam was fucked in every hole and in every position possible. Some times, it was one on one while the other guys watched. Other times, two of the guys would use Sam as their cum dumpster. This continued on until almost midnight. Sam had been well fucked by this time. Cum had leaked from her openings and dried on her legs, ass, jaw, chest and around her pussy. Before leaving, the guys made sure Sam got in the shower to clean up. They loved using her like a whore, but they wanted her to be alright. She was a member of their platoon and apart of their group.

Days turned into weeks, which passed into months. It was now late August of 1968. The VC & NVA stepped up their hit and run attacks. The days of large groups of soldiers meeting in battle were pretty much gone. It had been replaced by small firefights between American patrols and whatever forces they found while in the jungle. The war seemed to be dragging at this point. The people at home had turned against the war, but there didn't seem to be an end in sight. Camp Baker fell under attack every few nights from VC & NVA mortar crews. These attacks happened without warning, but only lasted for a few minutes. Just enough time to land three, four, or even five mortars before the attack stopped. The attacks always came from different locations around the base. Damage was often light and not many were injured. There were a few cases where someone was hurt badly, or even died from such attacks. The attacks did keep people on edge. It was hard to sleep at night when it was possible an attack could happen. From photos taken from planes, Bates guessed that the attackers were coming from Cambodia. The NVA had set up bases over the boarder where they knew the Americans wouldn't follow. Any thought of invading Cambodia had been shot down by Washington. The mortar attacks became apart of normal life. August turned into September which turned into October. Soon November came and with it Richard Nixon became the new President of the United States. Nixon wouldn't take office until 1969, but he was going to be the new Commander n Chief. Those fighting the war couldn't know of what was coming next. Nor could they know of plans being made in Washington, or secret deals.

It was late in November, just days away from Thanksgiving. Sam & Morgan were on their way back from having just visited a small village not far from Camp Baker. Bates sent Sam there as part of a good will mission. She was there caring for anyone who was sick, or in need of medical attention. Morgan was along as guide and to keep her safe. There didn't seem to be a need for a large group. The NVA & VC seemed to be holding back and only attacked in deep parts of the jungle. The area where Sam & Morgan had gone was seen as a safe zone. No enemy activity had been reported there for almost two months. The mission seemed like an easy one and it was for most of it. The trip to the village and the time spent there went by smoothly. Sam treated 15 villagers for different reasons. When the time came to leave, Sam & Morgan climbed into the jeep for their trip back to base. In between the base and the village, the jeep came under mortar fire. The bombs were dropping all over the road. Morgan had to ditch the jeep. He grabbed his pack and M-16 while telling Sam to take cover. Morgan & Sam found themselves in a small firefight with a group of VC. During the fight, a bullet struck Morgan in the head. The bullets didn't impact, but just grazed his skull. It was enough to knock Morgan to the ground and put him out. It left a cut along Morgan's forehead just below his hairline. Sam's attention was drawn to Morgan and soon she was overwhelmed by VC. They shouted at her in Vietnamese to put her hands up! It was often that an American woman was seen in the country side. Some of the men looked at Sam with disgust in their eyes. Others looked at her like wild animals would look at a piece of raw meat. One man ripped open Sam's top revealing her t-shirt covering her breasts. The grabbed Sam's right tit while laughing.
 
Vietnam became a series of hot humid days, and sometimes weeks, of boredom interspaced with moments of panic, high activity, fear, blood and death. Routine emerged in the activities at the base, even in the 'unofficial' activities. Routine in keeping the camp in order, particularly in the aftermath of a surprise attack. The squad went out every two or three days on a patrol and then returned. It seemed to be every time they came back from a patrol, the following night Sam received a note from the Colonel calling her to see him. Morgan knew about her visits to the Colonel and found them vaguely amusing; he liked the fact that he was sharing her with the CO.

Every once in a while, there was a different kind of action; something where Sam actually felt like they were doing something good, something positive, rather than destructive. Usually it involved a few members of the squad heading out to a village, helping to rebuild it, fix it up or relocate it to somewhere safer. Sam's role usually was giving medical care to the people but she wasn't averse to wielding a hammer every now and then. This time, the help was entirely medicinal and so only two of them had gone. Morgan and Kowalsi had discussed who should go and agreed that it should be Morgan but there was very little they would be doing beyond providing an escort. There was no expectation of trouble. The day at the camp had been good. Vaccinating the kids. Treating some small injuries. It was mid afternoon when they were driving back, talking about looking forward to dinner. The mortar hit just to the right of the jeep. Morgan instinctively swerved hard as a second hit also on the right. The vehicle veered right and almost immediately nosed into a ditch at the left of the road. The rapid noise of gun fire filled the air as they both scrambled out of the jeep searching for cover. Morgan had managed to reach his rifle as he half jumped half fell out of the vehicle. Sam had felt a huge shove at her side and had nothing other than her side arm. Everything had happened so quickly. She was still trying to get some sense of which way was up when she heard Morgan groan and then heard him land. She called out. Fear gripped her heart.

"Not again. Not you too." Sam scrambled over to where Morgan was. Immediately she saw the blood on his forehead. She reached out for her bag but never got that far. A hand grabbed hers and at the same time unseen hands grabbed her shoulder. She was lifted and turned...and came face to face with a VC squad. Sam didn't understand the words being shouted at her but she recognised the waved rifles. She lifted her hands slowly, looking around from man to man. Her heart was pounding. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. How was she going to get out of this. Get Morgan out, what would he do? But she couldn't do that. She was surprised when one of the soldiers stepped in front of her and ripped open her shirt, then squeezed her right tit. She didn't think, she just lashed out, slapping the man hard. He responded quickly, instantly, but he slapped a lot harder. Sam went down landing hard on her hands and knees but she was immediately picked back up. Rough hands grabbing hold of her hair and her shirt. Her arms were pulled behind her and a leather strap was quickly wrapped around her wrists. She was pushed forward. She looked back to Morgan who hadn't moved. Another shove and she had no choice to move. Leaving him for dead.
 
Four VC were with Sam as they made their way through the jungle. Unknown too Sam, Morgan was alive. Some VC tied him up and carried him along another path. The two groups would meet back up at their base camp 5 klicks beyond the Cambodia boarder. The men often spoke to Sam in Vietnamese, even though she didn't understand them. They pushed Sam on whenever she stopped for a rest. There was a slap once in a while when Sam got upset, or tried to break away. They continued on throughout that day, into the night and into the next morning. Soon the VC camp was in sight. Sam was moved forward into the camp. There were 15 other VC inside this base. Each of them watched Sam as she was led by. Sam was taken too the headquarters where she would meet Captain Tran Huy Tin. He was a North Vietnamese Army officer in charge of these VC fighters. Tin was an educated man who spoke English very well.

About 10 minutes after Sam arrived at the base camp. Morgan was dragged in. He had tired to escape from the VC. They properly beat him for such a foolish action. Morgan was in some pain when they arrived. He was taken into a wooden hut which served as a prison. Once inside, Morgan was tossed into a cage. His head was pounding and he was sure he had a concision from the bullet which glanced off his head. The beating he got from the VC didn't help matters. Morgan would be surprised if they hadn't cracked a rib, or two. The buts from those AK-47's weren't soft by any means. Morgan wasn't sure what happened to Sam. All he could hope was that she escaped before the VC moved in. He was sure she wouldn't have run off, but part of him wished that she did save her ass. Morgan knew enough Vietnamese that sooner, or later he'd know of they caught Sam. Having an American woman around would cause more then a few tongues to waggle about it.
 
It was a hard walk. Two VC soldiers walked in front of Sam; two behind. If she walked too slowly, someone would push her forward. The tracks were not the usual tracks; they were much less visible, much more overgrown than those normally taken by the squad when they moved through the jungle. And walking with her hand tied behind her made it even harder. She tripped often, sometimes ending up in a heap on the ground only to be roughly hauled to her feet and pushed forward again. Initially Sam tried to keep her bearings, tried to remember where they had come from, but with no landmarks visible and nothing but green jungle she was soon lost... She wondered if that was in ways more than just the geographic. And what about Morgan. Was she going to see him again. She silently prayed that he had come to and headed back to the base to get help. But he had been so still. There had been a lot of blood...not unusual for head wounds...but still... God she hoped he was okay. As Sam was thinking about Morgan, she stumbled again and maybe for the fourth or fifth time she hit the ground, twisting as she did to try and land somehow other than face first. She yelled out as her shoulder hit the ground again. One of her captors pushed his rifle over his shoulder and reached down pulling her roughly back to her feet.

"Đứng dậy. Đứng dậy!!" He shouted at her.

"If you untied my hands maybe I wouldn't fall so much." Sam shouted back, her frustration and pain clear in her voice. She knew they couldn't understand her and she wasn't sure it would have made any difference if they did. All that happened in response was that she was roughly turned around and pushed forward again. And then the rain started. Her escort didn't seem to notice or care but Sam was soon soaked to the skin.

They seemed to walk for an hour then stop for perhaps ten minutes. Then walk again. For the most part the men ignored her beyond pushing her to move faster or to get up. Even the darkness descending didn't make them stop. It was sometime after dawn when they walked into a clearing. A camp. Sam looked around as they walked through it. It was big but she could see that from the air it would be almost completely hidden. Sam was tired, dirty and sore and soaked. She was thirsty. Hungry. But perhaps most of all she was scared. She had no idea but she was pretty sure she wasn't in Kansas anymore! Cambodia maybe? Laos? It was the only thing which explained such a long walk. Sam had expected a relatively short walk initially and then to be taken down into the tunnels. As they walked through past a few huts, a few pens with chickens and pigs enclosed, an area that was clearly a well tended vegetable garden and then across a large open area which might have been described as the main village square in other contexts, Sam was brought to a hut. It was somewhat larger than most of the others and it was built up off the ground with a set of small wooden steps leading up to it. The man Sam had worked out had been in charge of her escort party gave instructions to the other three and the disappeared quickly. Then he took hold of her upper arm and led her up the steps.

"Where are we? What is this place?" The man ignored her, tighten his grip and pushed her through the doorway. What had been a single large space appeared to be divided into by a partial wall. Sam couldn't see what was behind the wall but what she could see was clearly some kind of HQ. A large table was at one side of the room. It was overlaid with maps but she wasn't close enough to see what of. Nearby against the wall was another desk which had a radio set up on it and a chair in front of it on Sam's side of the room was another desk. More papers. Smaller maps. An oil lamp which was still burning. But some person things too...photograph frames. An expensive ink well and pen. There were a lot of similarities between where she was and Bates' office. As she looked around, a man appeared from behind the dividing wall. As he appeared he was doing up the buttons on his NVA uniform. Sam tensed. Stood a little straighter. The man looked at her, looked at the soldier who was still holding her upper arm, then looked back at her. He was clearly confused and surprised. But then he began to smile. American prisoners were always valuable properties...for the information they could often provide but also for the propaganda possibilities. This one was going to have some other possibilities as well.
 
Captain Tran Huy Tin finished his breakfast perhaps 10 minutes before Sam was brought in. He was told that the patrol sent out was returning, in two groups. This told Captain Tin that they had two prisoners. Tin was expecting two male soldiers, he was surprised too see a female. This was a nice surprise since Sam was an American female. Tin walked over to where Sam stood. He looked her up and down while smiling. He spoke to the man standing with Sam and holding her arm. This man released his hold on Sam. Tin turned and spoke to the man sitting at the radio set. He again spoke in Vietnamese. This other man nodded his head and began transmitting a message. Tin returned his eyes too Sam. He reached out and opened Sam's top which had been pulled open before. His eyes moved over how the t-shirt clung too her body. Tin flashed a smile. He was very pleased by this find. Tin raised his right hand, he placed it down the front of Sam's shirt and pulled out her dog tags. After inspecting the tags, Tin let them fall down between Sam's breasts. Not only was Sam a female American, she was also an officer. " Welcome Lieutenant Keller......This is a great honor......You are the first American female POW in this war. " Tin said as he moved backwards a bit. He took up a position closer to his desk. " My name is Captain Tran Huy Tin.......I'm the commanding officer of this base camp........You'll be my guest for the next few days. " Tin held the smile on his face while speaking. He then asked if Sam needed anything? Tin guessed that she was perhaps hungry and may need something to drink.

Morgan held his head in his hands. He'd give a months pay for a headache pill right now. Morgan wasn't sure where they had gone, but he guessed this was Cambodia. It seemed like to most likey place they would have taken him. A couple of guards came in and brought Morgan some water. It was downed quickly. Morgan spoke to these men in Vietnamese. He asked for something for his head. The guards didn't reply. Morgan then asked if anyone else was brought to the camp. Again the guards didn't speak. They left once Morgan had his water. Morgan remained within the cell. He could move around and even look out a window. Morgan saw nothing which said whether Sam was brought here. There was a sudden wave of dizziness. Morgan slowly sank to the floor, his head pounding. He leaned against the wall groaning softly.
 
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