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Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Hoyt had spun a tail of lies in trying to cover his ass, but Kern knew that Hoyt wasn't the best soldier. He was often bad mouthing other soldiers who weren't white. There were even times when Hoyt was fighting with them. The truth was that Hoyt was hated among many of the other men. Still Kern only had Sam's word against Hoyt's. The other two soldiers hadn't seen anything except for Hoyt's attack on the old man. They were able to backup Sam's story there. This led Kern to believe the rest that Sam was saying. Kern asked Cruz & Spade to search for the girl. They did find a place in the field behind the huts where some blood was found. It wasn't enough blood to come from a wound. It did however add to what Sam had said. The search didn't turn up the girl. She must have fled into the jungle escaping the area and was most likely hiding. Kern ordered everyone back to the firebase. He would decided what would be done after speaking with Sergeant Morgan. Kern gave the villagers some food and promised more in the future. He would also see that they got medical aid from Sam once her supplies came in. Sam could do a lot in winning the confidence of these people. Having them on the U.S. side would help with the security of the firebase. On the trip back, Kern made sure that Hoyt was watched carefully. He had Sam with him so she could explain more of what happened. Sam would have to write up a report in detail once she got back to the firebase anyway. This report would go a long way in helping Kern to make up his mind. As the patrol approached the base, they radioed in. Morgan told them to come on in. The team broke up and Kern told Sam about the report. He wanted it and her in the command bunker asap.
 
Sam knew Kern couldn't simply take her world for things. The fact that the assault on the old man had been witnessed helped her some but there was a big difference between that and the assault on the teenager. She could feel the others in Kern's group looking at her, trying to decide whether she was telling the truth or whether Hoyt was. She hasn't proved herself at least a little in a firefight as she had with the team yesterday, but Tex had told them what had happened embellishing the tale with comments about how good and tight her body was as she moved through the jungle and how he'd had a perfect view of her ass most of the day. Still, Cruz and Spade weren't sure that that was enough to just presume that Hoyt was lying. They didn't like Hoyt particularly but they'd lived and fought together for a while now. Keller had only just arrived. On the way back, with Sam up front talking with the LT, Spade spoke with the two new guys. They told him how Hoyt had been on Keller practically from they moment that the LT's group were out of sight; how he kept referring to her as a VC whore. They told him about the old man and how they'd seen Hoyt then go after the girl. After that there was nothing they could say. Cruz spoke with Hoyt. Hoyt told him the LT ad it all wrong and that he was going to regret believing anything that Keller said. Hoyt said the old man had been abusive and that's why he put him down. "Keller was there so fast; she practically offered to give him a fucking bow job. Then I saw the girl running. I went after her just like I'm supposed to. But she came a few minutes later. I don't know man. Maybe she wanted the girl too if you know what I mean."

Sam meanwhile was telling Kern what she had seen. "If the girl wasn't VC before, she might well be now. And her father and mother if she tells them what Hoyt did. Somewhere down the line, some GI is going to pay for what he did today."

When they got back to the base she went back to the aid station. She washed up and changed t-shirts, then after making herself some coffee she sat down and wrote up what happened. It didn't take long and 40 minutes after being dismissed she returned to the command bunker. Word had gotten round and everyone in there looked at her as she walked in and handed the report to Kern. As Kern read the report, Sam stood in front of his desk, hands tucked into the small of her back. The stance pulled her shoulders back and gave most of the men in the room a much better view of her curves. Morgan was stood next to Kern; he looked at her, but his expression gave nothing away. In his mind however he was remembering exactly how those curves felt to the touch... the swell of her ass, the firmness of her tits. He pulled his gaze away and started to read the report as Kern held it for both of them to see.
 
Kern read over Sam's report as did Morgan. It was well written and told each detail as it happened. Kern then asked Morgan to get Hoyt. Once Hoyt arrived in the command bunker, Kern rose from behind his desk. He said while there was a lack of hard evidence that Hoyt committed a crime. There was enough to show that Hoyt acted out of line and could hurt the American War effort. Kern told Hoyt that he was transferring him out of the outfit. This was just one case in many that showed Hoyt wasn't a team player. Kern told Hoyt that he couldn't have someone in the outfit that didn't work well with others. It was no secret that Hoyt didn't like people who weren't white. Hoyt often used the words nigger, spic, spook, kike and other slurs when speaking with his fellow soldiers. Kern handed Hoyt his transfer papers and told him to get his gear. Hoyt would be leaving on the supply copper when it arrived. Kern told Hoyt that he was dismissed. Hoyt saluted then turned. He glared at Sam when his eyes caught sight of her. In his mind Hoyt knew that he'd see her again and she's pay for this. It may take some time, but Hoyt would get his revenge on Sam. " I'll be seeing you again Lieutenant........You can count on that. " Hoyt spat out at Sam before left the command bunker. Hoyt didn't speak to anyone else while he packed his gear. No one cared too hear what he had to say anyway. The supply helicopter came and after the supplies were unloaded. Hoyt climbed aboard and he was gone. Most of the supplies were what Sam had asked for. The rest were ammo & food. Kern told Sam that she was getting all the supplies she had asked for. He then said that Sam would return to Diem Lam the next day with Morgan and the morning patrol. Kern wanted Sam to help those people and show them that not all Americans were like Hoyt. He had hoped that the girl would have returned and perhaps Sam could make a connection with her. Kern thought that if Sam could become friends with this girl it would go a long way to helping her get through what Hoyt did too her.

Morgan left the command bunker with Sam. The meeting lasted long enough that the supply copper had already came and went. The men were already bring the medical supplies from the landing pads to the aid station. " I wouldn't worry about Hoyt......He's been an ass since he arrived......This outfit is better off without him. " Morgan said as they walked together. He also added that many of the men would be glad that Sam got rid of Hoyt. " I'm sure you've become even more popular now with the men. " Morgan knew that most of the men enjoyed watching Sam walking around the base. Watching Sam had become a favorite past time. Not every forward combat base was lucky enough to get a woman medic. Morgan was sure that many of the men jerked off at night thinking about Sam. He was also sure that Sam knew this. She was a very bright woman and the only one in a base filled with men. Morgan walked with Sam to the aid station. Waiting for Sam was all the supplies she wanted and a bottle of 12 year old scotch whiskey. A piece of paper was laid against the bottle with the words "Thanks from the Guys." Morgan suggest that Sam come to a place they called "The Hole." It was an under ground bunker the men had set up. It served as the bases bar & officers club. Morgan said that all ranks were welcome in there. It was just a place where everyone could hang out listen to music, have a beer or two and just have some fun.
 
Sam looked at Morgan as he told her not to worry about Hoyt. Truth was she wasn't particularly. Chances are she would never see him again and there was a not inconceivable chance that one or both of them would get their asses shot from under them. The two of them walked into the aid station to find the boxes of medical supplies she wanted. She looked around figuring it would take her maybe an hour or two to unpack it all and find a home for it. Then she heard Morgan suggesting that she was probably even more popular. She turned and looked at him and feined a mock surprise.

"Why Sergeant. Are you saying that I was popular before. I can't imagine why." She held the shocked expression for a moment and then let it go, smiling. "I'm imagine that the extent of my popularity is from the neck down." Then she saw the scotch. She walked over and picked up the bottle. Morgan followed her and he reached over and picked up the note, grinning. He looked at Sam. "From the neck down... not entirely." Sam looked at him puzzled for a moment and then realized that from the neck down obviously excluded her mouth. She laughed out loud. Sam put the bottle down and looked around the room again as Morgan told her about the bunker.

"The Hole? Really? God, it gets worse." She looked around. She looked at the note which Morgan had put back down on the table. "It'll take me about a couple of hours to find a home for this lot. I want to sort it out and get things packed up for going back to the village tomorrow. How about I join you later. I'll bring the scotch." Morgan grinned and nodded to indicate that a silent deal had been made. And then he left her to it.

She had over estimated things a little. The aid station was actually pretty well built; there was a place for everything and it didn't take her too long to find the place for everything. Then she repacked her M3 pack and then an additional pack with supplies that she could use in the village. After that she washed up. She even got some water and washed her hair. She'd kill for a bath around now. But that would have to wait until she was back at Baker. After she had freshened up, she picked up the bottle and headed out for 'The Hole'.
 
The underground bunker which the men called "The Hole" sat on the far side of the command bunker. There was a sign hanging above the entrance way with the name painted on it. This place was used only during the weekends. Friday had come and the men were ready for a few beers. The place had a bar made in the same fashion as the desks around the base. It was a long plank of wood set upon boxes. A number of pin up posters where hanging from the walls. Along with some naked pictures of women. This place even had make shift tables & chairs. Music from the radio was piped into a couple of small speakers which also hung on the walls. Morgan & Kowalski were already sitting at one table each drinking a bottle of beer. Not far away around another table were Cruz, Motown. Spade and Tex. They were talking about what they would be doing once they got back to Camp Baker. The platoon would be headed back on Monday. It was time they had a break and Christmas was almost here. Many of the guys in the platoon had leave coming. Some were going to Nha Trang while others were going to Saigon. Most of the talk was about finding some women and having some real fun. These men were horny for the company of the female form. It had been a long time since they last had leave and most were looking forward to banging some honey in a real bed.
 
Sam stepped down from ground level, in between sandbags that were piled up to maybe knee height. There were maybe a dozen steps which were also made from sandbags down into the bunker. She guessed that there were sandbags that were laid almost like bricks up to about two and half feet and then corrugated metal sheets placed over the top and canvas over the top of that. The bunker was reasonbly deep though. Stood at the bottom of the 'steps' there was probably two feet of head room above her. Somebody would need to be well over seven feet before they would have to crouch down. When she first walked in, most of the guys in there didn't seem to notice. The lamps gave of a vaguely orange glow around the place. She looked around and shook her head a little, smiling to herself.

"Love what you've done with the place guys. The art work is... erm... wow."
 
Once Sam's voice was heard, the talking stopped. All eyes turned towards her. One by one each man smiled after seeing Sam standing there. No one expect for Morgan knew that she would be showing up at their little bar. The guys sitting at the one table waved and welcomed Sam. Morgan stood and offered Sam a sat at the table he was sharing with Kowalski. A bottle of beer was ordered for Sam and sat down when she did. Morgan also sat down saying that he was glad Sam could join them. Kowalski said that Sam didn't have to bring her booze. They had plenty at the bar which she was free to drink. Morgan raised his bottle in the air and toasted the newest member of the platoon. In turn each man in the underground bar toasted Sam as a way of welcoming her into their group. By now each man was thinking of how much fun it would be to gang bang their pretty Lieutenant medic. With all the cocks in this room they could have one hell of a party. But most thought that Sam wouldn't go for a gang bang. Not here anyways. Still they could dream of how they would use her hot little body.

An hour had passed since Sam came in. Everyone was enjoying themselves and their drinks. When the song A Thousand Miles Away started to play. Motown decided he'd ask Sam for a dance. He rose up and walked over to the table she was sharing with Morgan & Kowalski and asked if Sam would care to dance?
 
Sam couldn't help but smile as she saw the expressions of the men change. Morgan obviously hadn't told them he'd invited her. She walked over to the table where Kowalski and Morgan were. The 'seats' were upturned old supply crates. As she sat, Morgan followed suit and the bottle of beer was handed to her. She felt herself blush a little at the welcome but things settled down quickly and as crazy as it sounded the place really did have a feel that made you think you were a long way away from a war. The beer was good. The conversation was the typical stuff that happened between relative strangers in a bar but there was some discussion about the war. From time to time Sam was aware of one or more of the guys from the other table looking at her although rarely looking at her face.

The second and third bottles were consumed and the fourth had just been placed in front of her when Motown came up and asked if she wanted to dance. She looked at Morgan and Kowalski and then at the three guys at the other table who were looking expectantly. She looked up at Mowtown, smiled and stood up. There wasn't much room to dance; it wasn't as if they designed the place with that in mind, but some of the boxes were quickly moved out of the way. She turned to face a grinning Mowtown and then she started to move her body in time with the music... A little tentatively to start with but then more confidently. It had been a long time since she had danced.

"So...you like what we've done with the place huh Doc?"

She looked around again as her body continued to sway rhythmically. The pin ups were the familiar faces of actresses and singers; the nude shots were the anonymous models Sam guessed were frequently seen in men's magazines.

"It's... Different." And it was. She'd never been in a room before where the walls were covered by thiese kinds of posters. The music was good though and it was nice to fel that distance from the war
 
Moments like the one Sam was living now came now and then. Even during war time. Motown enjoyed the feeling of Sam's body against his. She was everything a woman should be and everything that lonely soldiers think about while away from home. These men had found respect for Sam. It was no small favor that she did by turning Hoyt in. They hated Hoyt because he was a loud mouth bigot. Out here in the combat area you need to trust the men next too you. A soldier couldn't worry about the color of a man's skin. Such things would get you killed. All of these men knew that, but Hoyt was the type who let his prejudices cloud his judgement. These were feeling good for the first time in a long time. Their number one asshole was gone and they had Sam to thank for it.

While dancing with Sam, Motown had his hands on her hips. Oh he wanted to place them on her sweet looking ass. But he wouldn't dare do that to an officer, not in public. As Sam's body swayed she rubbed against Motown which made his cock come alive. It was growing hard inside his pants, but he fought against it. He was sure that Sam could feel the hardness forming as they moved together. The song however came to an end. Motown thanked Sam for the dance and returned to his table. The other guys were grinning from ear to ear. Even Morgan & Kowalski were smiling. " You dance pretty good Lieutenant. " Kowalski said as Sam returned to the table. " You sure made Jackson happy. " Kowalski added with a chuckle.

All good things must come to an end. Night had fallen over the camp and it was time to close the bar. Everyone left heading to their hooch's. Morgan & Kowalski walked Sam back to the aid station. Sam still had a half a bottle of scotch left. The rest could be enjoyed another time. Morgan & Kowalski said goodnight to Sam and off. Morning would be coming soon and Sam would have a busy day ahead of her. She & Morgan along with the morning patrol would try and make up for what Hoyt did the day before. Kern was counting on Sam's help to smooth things over at Diem Lam. When morning came, some of the men reported for sick call. Motown, Tex, Cruz and Spade were all look for some relief from their hangovers. Each man was on the patrol that morning. Spade was replacing Hoyt. Soon it would be breakfast time for those who could keep it down. Then it would be time to grab their gear and head out. As always they would meet behind the command bunker for a gear & weapons check. Once everyone was together, they would start the morning patrol.
 
When Sam woke the following morning, she was surprised at how good she felt. She expected to have at least a little bit of a hangover, but she was relieved to wake up with no ill-effects. She had barely finished getting washed and dressed however before a group of the guys who had been at 'The Hole' the previous evening turned up complaining of feeling unwell. Nausea. Headache. She couldn't help smiling to herself. A hangover did not provide the excuse to get out of a patrol. She gave them each a vitamin tablet. told them to drink plenty of water with their breakfast and to have a good breakfast to settle their stomachs.They listened to her politely taking the opportunity to look her over whilst remembering how her body had moved in time with the music the previous evening. Jackson had remembered how her body had felt under his touch even for just those few moments of a relatively innocuous dance. When she looked back to them, they looked back up at her and smiled weakly.

After packing each of them off, she went for breakfast herself and then returned to double check her packs. Hopefully the trek back to the village would be uneventful and then she could just engage in some good, old fashioned doctoring. Giving aid because giving aid was the right thing to do. Yes, she knew that Kern was looking for potential benefits as a result but even if those results never materialised, it wouldn't change the fact that the aid had been given. They all met at the read of the Command post as the departing patrol had done on each of the two mornings beforehand. Tex and Jackson and the others looked a little better but they were certainly not eager; they knew well enough however that their participation in the patrol was not optional. When they left, they followed the same route to the village as they had done the day before and they had no enemy contact on the way. There were maybe two dozen people in the village at that time. it took a little persuading but gradually they managed to get one family after another to accept their help. An examination. Maybe a tablet or an injection. Or sometimes just some care. Gradually Sam worked her way around from hooch to hooch. Whilst she was doing that, Morgan had most of the guys repairing the hooches or digging in the small vegetable plots. For a change everyone was doing something productive.

In the last hooch Sam entered, she came across the man who had been knocked to the ground by Hoyt and then cowering behind a curtain which had been strung across half of the room was the 18 year old girl that Hoyt had attempted to rape. Both of them seemed to remember Sam, although they said nothing. But they didn't look scared; they didn't say anything but they weren't scared and they didn't run. Sam checked them both out. She decided not to make any reference to the events of the day before and it didn't seem to be something that they expected.
 
Seeing an American woman wasn't a common sight in the jungles of Vietnam. While the North Vietnamese & the Viet Cong both used women for combat. Many other countries didn't use their women in this way. It was only a desperate need by the U.S. Army for skilled fields medics that allowed Sam to be here. Women in a combat zone wasn't something that the Pentagon, or the State Department wouldn't be crowing about to the press. Having Sam at a forward firebase was kept hushed. The biggest fear by the brass was that she could get captured by the NVA, or VC. That would be a PR nightmare which everyone hoped wouldn't happen.

The old man who was the village leader & his granddaughter let Sam help them. They found it very odd to see an American woman out here. The old man spoke too Sam in Vietnamese. He thanked her for being so kind to them. His name was Ho Van Ty. The girl translated in her best broken English. She said her name was Phan Anh Tu and she was his granddaughter. She told Sam of how her parents were killed. Her father died fighting against the VC and her mother was taken north to serve as a whore for a powerful North Vietnamese General. They told Anh that it was an honor and someday she would being doing the same. Anh confessed that she didn't want that. She told Sam that she wanted to see American and asked if Sam could take her there?
 
Sam had picked up a little Vietnamese since being in-country but she was by no means fluent and but for the odd word here and there, she needed to rely on the interpretation of the granddaughter. The girl's English was pretty good in view of the fact that she had probably not travelled that far from the village in her life. She wondered whether the English she knew was solely from the continuous stream of American soldiers who would have traipsed through the village and whether her French was equally as good. As the girl talked, Sam cleaned out the wound on the old man's head; truth was it wasn't that much of a wound but then out here anything could turn sceptic very easily. She bathed it and added a fresh dose of antiseptic cream before covering it with a small sticking plastic. Whatever injuries the girl had weren't visible and at least at that moment, she didn't seem to be displaying any after effects of the assault the previous day. That her father had been killed fighting against the VC was probably something which would give Kerns some hope that he - and the other residents of the fire base - might be able to rely on them a little in the future. Demonstrating that all American's were not like Hoyt was clearly going to be important. That her mother was still effectively being held by them might cause problems; it might provide the VC with some kind of leverage which they could use over the village or at least over the family. When Anh indicated that she would likely be taken at some point in the future, her instinct was to take her back to the firebase and get her on a plane to the US. The idea of being taken to serve as a whore was an anathema to her; something she could hardly comprehend. She was more than aware however that that was simply not going to happen. Half the country wanted to go to the States and neither the Army nor the INS were particularly amenable to it. Same took a deep breath, and having finished what she was doing she stood up. She smiled at the girl.

"I wish there was something I could do to help; but I don't have any strings I can pull I'm afraid." She saw the girl look a little puzzled. "There isn't anyone I can speak to who would be able to do that. I don't know anyone important enough. I'm sorry." There really wasn't anything else she could say. She packed her kit back into her pack and stepped back outside. They had been in the village perhaps three hours. She didn't exactly know the members of the squad very well, but she was taken aback a little by how happy they all looked at that moment; happy to be putting something positive into a village rather than burning it down or shooting it up.
 
While Sam was busy tending to Anh and her grandfather. Morgan & the squad helped the villagers where they could. The men passed out food including candy bars which the villagers loved. American chocolates & cigarettes were a favorite among the locals. These items were as highly prized as money. Morgan spent time talking withe locals and found out that the VC wasn't popular in this village. It was a story that he had heard before. Young men were often forced to fight for the north. They were taken away and placed into reeducation camps. These camps were used to brain wash the young man into believing that the north was the greater good. In turn they were told that all American's and those in the south who supported them were evil. The men were then pressed into service against the south & the United States.

Anh's grandfather was very old. He was on the high side of 90. Even he knew that there was little for Anh here. Van didn't want Anh ending up like her mother. He could only hope that Sam could find away to help Anh reach America. She stood a better chance at a life there then here. Whatever, if anything Sam could do wouldn't happen right away. It would take time to work out. Soon it came time for Sam to rejoin the squad. Morgan bid the villagers goodbye and said that they would return again with more supplies. That to would have to wait since the Platoon was returning to Camp Baker in the morning. Once the squad reformed, they headed back to camp. Everyone was feeling very good as they left. But the jungle has eyes and those eyes had been watching the Americans.

During the trip back, Morgan and Sam talked about the village. Morgan was pleased to find out that the young woman didn't seem to harbor any bad feelings towards them. He was glad that Sam had been there. It was probably easier for Anh dealing with Sam because she was a woman. Opening up to a man after a rape wasn't easy. Having Sam round made that s lot easier. The patrol lasted longer then normal, but it was expected. The patrol finally returned to the camp around 3 pm. In about 18 hours from now, the platoon would be boarding helicopters to make their return for some much needed R&R.
 
As she unpacked the medical supplies that she hadn't used in the village, her head was already thinking about being away from the place. Sam felt she'd hardly been at the camp for any real time and certainly not compared to most of the squad. Three days and she was already heading back. Didn't seem hardly fair but she wasn't going to complain. She was already looking forward to a long hot shower, scented soap rather than carbolic, a chance maybe to get out of olive green. If she were lucky, she'd get back, get the shower, get dressed up ... Maybe heeled boots and that red and white dress she had in her footlocker at the base... Then skip the base bar and try and get to the little bar in the town which is usually filled with Americans. Whiskey. Music. Dancing. She smiled a little as her mind drifted back to the dance the previous night. Maybe someone might offer to walk her home and if she was lucky she wouldn't make it back to her own bed. Her Dad would probably die from game at the thought of how his daughter enjoyed herself, but he was damned if she was going to act like a nun and she'd heard enough about the things that went on in Korea. She needed to have some fun... Just like she had had with Morgan. She smiled a little more.
 
Th night passed quickly & quietly. Everyone was eager to get back to Camp Baker. When morning came, The platoon eat their breakfast before packing their gear. The platoon gathered at the command bunker as the incoming helicopters were landing on the pads. A new platoon exited from those choppers as Bravo Company marched to the landing area. Kern lead the platoon followed by Sam & Morgan. He saluted the Lieutenant replacing him as base commander. Kern then turned and told his platoon to board the choppers. Kern, Sam, Morgan, Kowalski, Motown, Cruz, Tex and Spade all rode in the same helicopter. Soon the choppers lifted off and headed for Camp Baker. 10 minutes later those choppers landed at Baker. The men headed off for their barracks. Some would be packing & leaving for Saigon soon. Others like Sam would be heading into Nha Trang for their leave. A few of the lucky ones were heading back to the States for the holidays.

Morgan & Kowalski headed for the hooch they shared. Each of the officers had their own hooch. Sam's was near to the hospital since had been serving as a nurse. She was now attached to B Company. However her living quarters hadn't changed. The officers quarters were like very small apartments. It was basically one room and bathroom. Like other officers, Sam had a bed, a desk, a closet, a small table and a place for her footlocker. It wasn't much, but it was home. Camp Baker was different from Firebase Apache. Large barracks & builds were all over. Trucks, jeeps and helicopters moving around. Plus this base was home to over 500 personnel. The guys were treated to their first hot meal in two weeks at the base mess hall. Everyone was now looking forward to the night and what it held for them.
 
The chopper ride back to Baker was short and loud. Sam had sat between Tex and Cruz and truth was maybe both of them had sat a little closer to her than they really needed. If they did though they were the only two who knew it at that time. When the chopper touched down, she headed back to her own quarters...home...or at least the closest thing to it right now. After settling bak in which took all of 10 minutes, she headed for the mess. She got some proper food and some good coffee, eating with some of the nurses from the hospital who were eager to find out what being permanently stationed at a firebase was like. She didn't go into details and she certainly didn't mention the 'thing' with Morgan. The nurses said they were heading out that night into Nha Trang and she agreed to go with them.

After dinner she headed back and had the shower she'd been dreaming of. An hour later she meet up with her friends, looking like any American woman might have done had she been back in the states. She smelled good. She looked good. The red dress following her curves and ending at her mid thigh. They persuaded a sergeant from the motor pool to give them a ride into the town and they quickly found a bar which had good music and good liquor.
 
Kern spent some time running over all his logs and reports. He needed to turn them in the next morning. Captain Coleman, the company commander would get one set while copies were sent to Colonel Bates's office. Bates was the commander of Camp Baker and he was the one who signed Sam's orders sending her to 1st Platoon as their medic. The barracks of the 1st platoon was pretty empty. Only Cruz, Tex Motown and spade were left, but they wouldn't be there long. Each man had a pass from Sergeant Morgan giving them a few hours in Nha Trang. They could go and have a blast. These guys didn't have any leave time coming. So they would be on duty the next day. For tonight however, they were going to have some drinks and hopefully find some women. That was their game plan at the beginning.

The guys caught a ride into town on a trucking transporting those lucky enough to have some real leave time in Nha Trang. It didn't take long for the guys to stumble acrossed the Lucky 7's. It was a club in town the catered to American Service personnel. They played American songs that were heard on the radio. They served American beers and even had American foods like hot dogs, hamburgers, french fries and milkshakes. They also had a full bar with all types of liquor. The Lucky 7's had it all. Even tables in the back for gambling. Nothing was to good for the American's here. The waitresses were even dressed like sexy car hops back home. Just without the roller skates. The club it's self had a huge bar which stretched some 30 feet. There was an area with tables and chairs. The dance floor was beyond the tables with this flashing lights and jukebox. Some nights they had female singers come in and entertain the customers.
 
The sergeant dropped them off at the Lucky 7. it was always busy but pleasantly so; never packed to the point you couldn't move, never so bad that you couldn't get to the bar and get a drink within a couple of minutes. The food was good The music was good. In a lot of ways, it reminded Sam of a bar she used to go to when she was at college. And maybe that was what made it so attractive. Inside, you tended to forget you were in the middle of Vietnam. You forgot that tomorrow you would be up to your elbows in blood and bone and bullets and bodies. Sam and the three other nurses she was with headed straight for the bar. Sam ordered beer and scotch and once they were all served, they managed to find a table tucked up at the back of the large room on the far side of the dance floor. They ordered burgers and fries and it wasn't long before they were laughing. Every now and then they would get up and dance but then return back to the same table for a little more drink. Sam didn't get drunk... well not completely. When she went up to the bar in order to get a refill of her beer, she was suddenly aware of a tap on her shoulder swiftly followed by a hand on her back. She turned around and was met with four smiling faces. Cruz. Tex. Mowtown. Spade. She smiled and shook her head a little.

"Your kidding me. Can't I get away from you guys now." She looked from one to the other. She turned back to the woman behind the bar and asked for 4 more beers, handing them to the four GIs one by one.
 
The guys had just walked through the doors moments before Sam came to the bar for a refill. They were busy checking the place out and seeing who was here that they knew. It was Cruz who spotted the hotting looking babe in the red dress. It took him a few moments before he knew who she was. His eyes spent time checking out her body before moving on to her face. Cruz smiled when he found out that the hot woman was their new medic. He elbowed Motown and pointed towards Sam. In turn each man elbow the next until all were staring at Sam. They walked up and Motown tapped Sam on the shoulder. His hand then slipped down finally resting on her back. When Sam turned and spoke about how she can't get away from them, the guys laughed. This meeting wasn't planned, but each of the guys was damn glad they did run into Sam. They all greeted Sam and took their beers. " You look great Lieutenant. " Cruz said as his eyes moved over Sam's body. Tex spoke up saying that Sam looked hot. Spade was bold, he moved closer placing a hand on Sam's arm. He turned her around so he could check out her ass. " As good as you look in fatigues Lieutenant.......You look even better wearing that dress. " Spade said while nodding his head. A larger grin stretched over his face. Sam's dress wasn't hiding anything. But that's what this type of dress was made for. It hugged Sam's body like a glove. Motown said that they didn't expect to find Sam in town. They thought on her first night back she's stay in camp and perhaps visit the officer's club at the base. The guys were glad that Sam didn't make such plans. Seeing Sam in this dress was something they sure as hell wouldn't want to miss.
 
Sam took a drink from her own beer as the four men made no attempt to hide their examination of her. If she had been so inclined she could have taken great offence at what they were doing. she probably could have had them up on charges. But that wasn't who she was. Apart from anything else she was in a bar, and she had intentionally dressed like that because she felt good to be noticed. The fatigues had their place and they were more than functional for their primary purpose, but spending day after day after day in them... she was a good looking woman and she wasn't embarrassed about how she looked. She liked men noticing her. And the dress was designed to make men notice the wearer. If she hadn't been prepared for that she wouldn't have worn the dress and she wouldn't have gone into the bar. And when Spade took her arm and turned her a little, she didn't fight him.

"You guys clean up pretty good. What did you have to bribe Sergeant Morgan with to get him to give you passes?" She took another drink as the men moved around so that they were effectively stood in a small circle. Cruz told her that they hadn't had to get him anything. "He likes it quiet so he gets rid of us as quick as possible. Him and Kowlaski will be drinking cheap whisky and smoking cheaper cigars whilst they talk about the finer details of the MCJ and the best way to strip an M16." As a new song kicked in, Tex decided he wanted a little of what Motown had had two nights ago. '"Come on LT." He took her bottle and passed both it and his own to Spade. "How about you and me show that lot how to dance." Without waiting for a response, he took her hand and started to pull her towards the dance floor. She leaned back for a moment, against his gentle tug forwards. She wasn't entirely sure this was a good idea. But she didn't put up much of a fight in truth. As You Cant Hurry Love filled the room she let Tex lead her onto the floor and a few seconds later the two of them were dancing with no inhibitions at all.
 
Andy "Tex" Kirk was a big ol' country boy from where else but Texas. He grew up in a small town about 40 miles south of Dallas. His hair was dirty blonde and he was well built. Tex as the guys called him stood 6 feet even and weighed 195 lbs, all muscle. After getting Sam out on the dance floor, his hands wasted no time in finding her ass. Sam's body was pressed against his while they moved to the music. Tex's hands gentle squeezed at Sam's ass checks. She seemed pretty cool as officers go. So Tex wasn't worried that she'd turn him in. Sam made no protest, or tried to stop what he was doing. While they were dancing the other guys looked on. Motown made the suggestion that they needed somewhere a little more private. Spade & Cruz just looked at him for a moment confused as to why. He then said about having a private party with their pretty Lieutenant. Spade then smiled and said that he just happened to have a few joints laying around the barracks. The guys all knew that everyone would be gone by now. They could have some fun back at the camp. Everything they could do here, they could do there. But they could really do more at the barracks. Their eyes watched Sam's body as she danced with Tex. They saw how he was touching her body and she wasn't stopping him. Motown knew the feeling of Sam against him. He wanted to feel that again, but he also wanted more. They all wanted more from Sam. It was just a matter of time before they got what they wanted.
 
Sam felt good dancing with Tex. What wasn't there to feel good about. Tex was a good looking man, well built, and his hands felt good on her body. She probably shouldn't have allowed this to start nod she certainly should have stopped it. If the wrong kind of officer recognised them and took offence they could both be in trouble, although the Army would find it hard to act against Tex without Sam making a complaint or at least saying hat had happened. And she would never have done that. And why the hell shouldn't they have some fun. Tomorrow anyone of them could be dead or crippled or maimed. It was fun and it felt good and so Sam continued to dance and she didn't mind

Ike and Tina turner took over and whilst the dance changed, the two of them kept dancing. Only when the second song finished with both of them a little out of breath did they return to the others. Spade handed the bottles back and then Motown suggested they call it a night. Sam nealy choked as she took a drink, standing next to Tex who had his hand resting on the small of her back. He was just as surprised.

"It's a little early isn't it? Do you need an early night." Sam asked.

"No. Just seems a little dumb to be paying these kinds of prices when we got plenty back at the camp. We could play a little poker...play our own tunes. Come on, what do you say LT"

"I don't know. I feel like I've only just gotten away for the place."

"Come on LT. You can still dance." Cuz tried to persuade her. Sam looked over to where her table was. The other girls seemed to have gone. She looked back to the guys and took a breath. "Why not. Sure.".
 
As they were leaving Cruz said it would be like having a company party. They told Sam that most everyone else was gone by now. The barracks would be empty and they could drink and dance without the crowd. The guys waited with Sam fro the next to arrive. There was a truck ever hour coming into town and returning to the camp. They smoked cigarettes while talking and laughing with Sam. Cruz had a small bottle of whiskey in the pocket of his fatigue pants. This bottle was passed around from person to person. They treated Sam as though she had been part of their platoon for months. Each of these men liked Sam and not just in a sexual way. Sam showed that she had a great sense of humor and could joke around with the best of them. When the truck came, they all climbed aboard. Motown & Spade helped Sam onto the truck. Their hands were all over her ass as she was lifted in the back. The drive back to the camp took little time. Soon the guys & Sam walked into the barracks for 1st Platoon. " Welcome to our home LT. " Cruz said as he switched on the small lights which hung above the beds.

The barracks was a long building with single beds in rows along the walls. The main lights hung in the center of the room and were far to bright for what mood called for. The single lights above each bed would give the room enough light while providing that laid back mood the guys wanted. Bottles of cold beer were passed around from the small refrigerator the guys kept. Two bottles of whiskey were brought out as were a deck of cards. A table at the far end was brought into the middle of the room. Five chairs were placed around the table. Tex turned on the radio the song that came on was Oh Pretty Woman
 
Sam couldn't deny she was a little excited. If they were being honest, what unrepressed twenty-something female wouldn't be? But she didn't go back with them and into their barracks with any thought of what would eventually happen. She was just going for a few drinks. Some dancing. Maybe she was naive. Or stupid. Her mother would have a heart attack if she knew. Sam wasn't sure what her father would say. She pushed those thoughts out of her head as she walked into their barrack a few paces behind Cruz and a few in front of Tex. As the lights came on each of the guys seemed to go off to do something. Fetching beer. Setting up a table and fetching chairs. Sam looked around the room. Not untypical of a barracks. The beds were all made. Locker doors were in various positions. A few clothes on beds or over foot lockers or hanging off doors. The walls were covered in posters of semi- or entirely naked women.

Sam was vaguely aware of the radio coming on as she looked around and then she felt strong hands coming to rest on her hips, as Tex came up behind her.

"Do you like what we've done with the place LT.?" Sam smiled and made no attempt to move away. "Yeah! Real classy" she said with the sarcasm thick in her voice. "What? You don't like our pictures from home?" Before she got a chance to say anything, Spade interrupted. He patted the naked ass of a black woman in one of the posters next to where they were setting a table.

"Don't say you don't like it Doc. I got a great image in my head of you and Letitia here... Want me to tell you about it." Sam laughed a little nervously guessing what that image might involve. "No Spade. I don't think I need that." The guys laughed and Tex guided Sam towards the table, his hands still on her hips. Spade and Motown were already sitting down and Cruz was handing around cold beers. As she did so, all of the guys were silently imagining Sam with another woman but their minds quickly returned to Sam being with them.

"You play poker LT?" Cruz asked as he shuffled the cards. Sam nodded. "Yeah I know how to play. I'm not exactly an expert and it might be quicker if I just hand over my money now."
 
Each of the guys pulled out some money and laid it on the table. Poker wasn't the reason why they wanted to bring Sam to the barracks, but they had to at least make it look good. Spade had a small wooden box which he owned. He pulled out some cigarette paper and a bag of weed. He rolled a few joints then passed them around. Everyone had one including Sam. the bottles of whiskey were sitting on the table as well. There was plenty to drink and plenty to smoke. No game of poker was played at the beginning. The guys just talked with Sam for a while. Cruz then asked if she wanted to dance? She did and they moved just a few feet away from the table. All eyes were on Sam's body as she moved. In time, Spade danced with Sam as did Motown. Over the next hour, each of the guys danced with Sam. The liquor was flowing freely as did the beer and the pot. When the poker game finally started, Motown asked if Sam wanted to play strip poker? He said that at least she could keep her money. The guys laughed, but they couldn't stop wondering if Sam would except? They trusted Sam with their lives and they felt they could trust her to have their backs. None of these guys was looking to hurt her and if she said no. Then their night would be pretty much over.
 
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