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Bravo Company ( Katy1008 & CrimsonMaster )

Morgan & Kowalski showed that a couple of older guys could do everything the young guys could do. They pounded Sam's sweet ass & pussy without mercy. Not that Sam was looking for any. But even if she had, these sergeants wouldn't have given her any. Morgan groaned out that Sam's ass was just as tight as her cunt was. This was a good sign for someone who like to fuck. It showed Sam had strong muscles in her pussy and ass. Guys enjoyed women with tight pussies and tight asses. Kowalski continued to slap at Sam's tits. Each slap was fast & hard, but left no lasting marks other then a deep redness which would go away in time. Once in a while Kowalski would rise up slightly and playfully bite on Sam's nipples. He really enjoyed hearing her squeal with delight. Morgan made those squeals of pleasure louder by yanking back on Sam's head. This caused these sound to pass more clearly through her vocal track. Morgan was slamming Sam's sweet ass with great force. Some of Morgan's thrust were felt by Kowalski on the bottom. Still the two sergeants worked like a team. In many ways they were a team within a team. This team was now working Samantha over. From the bottom and from behind. Kowalski thought that this was like those dirty stories he used to read. Here you had two older guys and a hot young woman. The three were getting it on like rabbits in heat. "Life doesn't get any better then this. " Kowalski thought to himself.
 
It all felt so very good. Two powerful men using her body in the way she craved. Their cocks felt tight and hard inside her. Their hands tormented her body in just the right way. The way they spoke to her...to each other about her only added to the whole thing. She felt every bit the whore she had when the guys had used her and when they'd taken her to Saigon. Her ass and tits were stinging... Burning red. Kowalski seemed to be able to smack her tits every time in such a way that his fingers snapped at her nipple making her hiss in pain and pleasure. He sucked them hard...knew just how hard to bite them. And all the time he thrust his hips forwards driving his cock into her now dripping cunt. Morgan worked above, spanking her ass, pulling her back a little as he drove into her.

After about 10 minutes the sergeant decided it was time for a move. Morgan withdrew and smacked her ass.

"Come on Doc. Move it. Turn around and let Nate feel that tight ass around his dick... That's it... Climb up there... Lower yourself down." Kowalski groaned as Sam lowered herself down, feeling her ass stretching even more by his thick cock. As he pulled her down, Morgan moved to her head.

"Wanna taste your sweet ass Doc. I bet you do. Open wide now." As she lay back on Kowalski, Morgan fed his cock into her open mouth. Sam sucked on it as hungrily as ever. "Hmmmm that's it Lt. Work it good then I'm gonna fill that tight cunt of yours." As he spoke to her, his hand mauled her tits, slapping, pinching, squeezing. And all the while Kowalski enjoyed the feel of her ass.
 
Morgan was a little surprised when Sam took his cock into her mouth. She never hesitated, not for a moment. Morgan's cock had been buried deep in Sam's ass. Now she was sucking on it with a growing hunger. Morgan grinned as he looked down upon Sam. She had just shown herself to be a true dirty whore. Only a dirty whore would gladly take a cock which had just been in her ass into her mouth. Morgan's right hand stroked over Sam's hair. " You love that........You love the taste of your own ass. " Morgan laughed. " Only a true nasty whore would do that.......You're a hidden whore Sammy.........I love nasty whores like you. " Morgan watched as San worked over his cock. " That's it baby......Suck it.......Clean my cock good........Work your tongue around the shaft......Don't mess any of your sweet ass. " Morgan barked out orders like he was leading men in the field. Kowalski watched as Sam cleaned Morgan's cock. " I'm glad you like the taste of your ass Doc.......You'll be cleaning my cock when I'm down with you. " Kowalski's cock was even now stretching Sam's ass wider then before. He didn't have the largest cock of those who used Sam. Kowalski did however have one of the thickest cocks. His cock was pushing Sam into new heights of pain which also brought pleasure. Morgan pulled his cock from Sam's mouth. He slapped his wet cock acrossed her face with laughing and saying Sam only joined the army to unleash her inner whore. Morgan leaned down kissing Samantha hard. He pulled back grinning. Morgan moved his body into position just over Sam. He leaned forward placing the head of his cock at her pussy hole. " You're an army whore........And we'll treat you like one. " Morgan said as he jammed his cock hard into Sam's cunt. He began fucking her hard & fast.
 
Sam looked up at Morgan, eyes wide, her moans muffled as his cock pushed deep into her mouth. There was something different about being fucked by these two men. Both physically strong. Both used to be in charge...of taking control and whilst the guys in the squad had obviously taken control of her, there was something confident and assured about the way that Morgan and Kowalski took her. Kowalski's cock felt so tight...so good in her ass, his hands holding her waist and moving her up and down against his movements. He moaned and told her how good she felt around him, how much of a slut and a whore she was, told her to suck his friend deep. And Morgan stood towering above her, one hand wrapped around her neck under her chin, keeping her head back, looking up at him, as the other hand stroked her hair. And as he gave her instructions, she worked her mouth and her tongue hungrily over his cook. At one point, he pulled out of the mouth and leaned forward, leaning close to her.

"You're a dirty fucking whore aren't you Lieutenant?" He liked the fact that he was fucking the shit out of a young fit officer. For all he respected what Sam did in the field, right now this officer was his. And he knew that Sam was loving every minute of what him and Nate were doing to her. When Sam didn't answer he slapped her cheek with hs fingers. "Say it!"

"I...I'm a dirty fucking whore."

"Yes you are. And you love Nate's cock in your ass don't you?" Sam nodded. "Y..yes"

"Tell him. Tell him what you love. Tell him what you want."

"I..I love it so...thick...and hard...and tight. I...I want him to...to fuck my ass...to fuck me hard."

"Don't you worry baby. You're gonna get it harder than ever... From both of us." Morgan said laughing. He kissed her hard and then stood up before moving down to the bottom of the cot. He stepped between both Sam's and Nate's open knees telling her how they were about to treat her before driving his huge hard cock deep into her cunt. And then the two men really began to fuck her.
 
While Motown, Tex, Cruz & Spade all knew how to use Samantha. They didn't have that certain air of command and control around them. The guys in the platoon jumped when Morgan & Kowalski growled and for good reason. Sam was seeing just how these two tough sergeants matched up against the guys. It was clear in a battle of wills, Morgan & Kowalski would win every time over the guys. Hell if Morgan & Kowalski wanted to own Sam the way the guys did, they'd take her away in a heart beat. The sergeants made quite a team in the field and fucking Sam like the whore she really was. They assaulted her ass & cunt for at least another hour before Sam was made to clean their cocks. Kowalski came in Sam's ass first. He then ordered her to clean his cock while Morgan continued using her. About the time Sam was done cleaning Kowalski's fat cock, Morgan blew his load into her cunt. Sam was then ordered to clean Morgan's slim covered dick. The two sergeants continued to treat Sam like a street walking tramp. Kowalski told her that this wouldn't be the last time. He told her that they'd be taking her to a club soon. She'd like that club since it's for higher ranks like sergeants. Kowalski also said that they'd be expecting Sam to visit their hooch more often. Morgan said at least twice a week. They wanted more, but it would look funny if Sam was spotted hanging around more then a few times each week. Morgan & Kowalski didn't know the plans made by the guys, or that Sam was to work at Madame Wu's one weekend each month. Still one weekend wasn't alot since Morgan & Kowalski had no plans on working Sam the way the guys in the platoon were planning. They just wanted to use her and have some fun with a few buddies at a club they went too. Morgan told Sam she could get cleaned up in their shower. There was no need for her to work around looking like she'd just been fucked, even though she had. Morgan & Kowalski helped Sam into and out of the shower. She was on shaky legs for a while until her strength returned. Kowalski commented on Tet and how it was coming while Sam dressed. The most peaceful 2 days out of the year in Vietnam. The countdown to Tet had begun as the days melted away one by one.
 
Sam lost herself completely in what these two men were doing to her. SHe moaned and squealed and screamed as they abused her body. Their cocks felt so good inside her, their hands worked her body well and they made her cum over and over after making sure they made her wait and beg for permission. And she was always hungry for their fingers and tongues and cocks in her mouth. Sucking and licking and slurping. Savouring them. On her knees cleaning Kowalski's cock, she imagined yet another club as he explained what they expected; she imagined how their buddies would treat her and she promised she would visit their quarters at least twice a week. At that exact moment, she wasn't sure how she wasnt going to be outside their door every night.

When both men were finally done, Kowalski shared a shower with her first, getting Sam to soap and sponge him. He was then replaced by Morgan who did the same. Evie finally moved out of the shower with Morgan. As they two of them dressed, Kowalski poured them scotch and then the two sergeants started talking about Tet and the fact that something was coming. Sam was definitely confused. Tucking her shirt into her pants, she walked over and picked up the glass of scotch that had been filled for her. She sat down on Kowalski's knee as he sat at the desk.

"I don't get it. Back last November, Westmoorland was talking about the VC and the NVA being unable to mount any major offensive... that we were at the end was coming into view." Kowalski watched her drinking, one hand around her waisst and resting on her hip the other on the inside of her thigh. He liked the feel of a sexy young woman in his lap again; it had been a while... at least a woman that he hadn't paid.

"Westmoorland is a prick. He's a politician. Forgotten what it is to be a soldier. He doesn't know what he's talking about anymore."

"Trust us Sam. Your medical talents are going to be needed more than every pretty soon. I just know it".

"Come on. You better shift your ass and get out of here." Morgan said, walking over and taking the glass from her hand. She stood up and leaned against him., looking up at him, her hands on his chest. "I could stay. Sneak out in the morning." Morgan laughed and looked at his friend. "I told you she would be an insatiable whore." Then he reached behind Sam and smacked her ass hard... perhaps the hardest smakc of the night, making her really squeal "I said move it Doc. You're just going to have to wait." With that he guided her to the door and almost pushed her out.

The ceasefire had been annouced back in OCtober. Seven days from January 27th... tomorrow. but Kowalski and Morgan were so sure. By the end of the 29th, Sam was starting to wonder whether they were just paranoid; but the end of January 30th she knew they were right. but maybe this was bigger then even they had imagined.
 
In the early morning hours of January 30th 1968, the Tet Offensive began. The day it's self started out as normal as any other day. Vietnamese from nearby villages, towns and the City of Nha Trang were celebrating. Fireworks had been going off since just after midnight on the 30th. This was a common practice and hardly noticed by American forces. They would be shooting off fireworks all day and night until Tet's end. It was just after 4 am when the enemy forces gathered around Camp Baker. The NVA had deployed 3 Battalions made up of 2500 men from the 1st & 3rd NVA Divisions to attack Camp Baker. Along with these men another 500 VC would taking part in the assault. 2 battalions would attack Baker from the front. The third would attack from the rear cutting Camp Baker off from Nha Trang. The City of Nha Trang would be under assault from the rest of the 3rd NVA Division. The VC would attack from the sides, entering the camp and taking over places like HQ & the hospital.

To repel these attacks, Camp Baker would call upon it's over 2500 soldiers and support staff. Colonel Bates had over 2000 soldiers under his command. These soldiers were supported by Doctors & nurses at the field hospital on the base. The men who keep the vehicles running at the motor pool. The cooks and kitchen personnel at the mess hall. The clerks and office staff working at HQ. Plus the men who work at the supply depo on the base. Most of these people haven't fired a weapon since basic training. The Doctors & nurses never fired an army weapon even during their basic training. Sam was the exception to this fact. She had plenty of combat training straight from the field. The attack started when a delivery truck packed with explosives rammed the front gates of Camp Baker. It blew the gates wide open and three more trucks drove in. These trucks were carrying sapper teams which would strike inside the camp. Outside the camp RPG's were fired at the guard towers and at the fence surrounding the camp. Alarms started going off all over the camp, warning of the assault. People were running around shouting that the base was under attack. Gun fire could be heard. It seemed low in tone at first as if far away, but soon the sounds grew louder and louder. Men were running around some only half dressed. Many only wearing their boxer shorts and no t-shirt. Fighting where ever they could find a spot to hide behind.

Morgan & Kowalski were just like those men running around only in their underwear. They had their M-16's and were shouting out orders telling the men where to make their stands. While many were now engaged in battle, Captain Owen Brady M.D. spotted Sam and yelled for her to head for the hospital. He said they'd need her there. Inside Major Carol Hunt the head nurse was getting her girls ready for the wounded while the doctors scrubbed up. It didn't take long for the first of the wounded soldiers to show up. Just beyond the hospital a group of VC blew their way through the fence and were fighting their way towards the hospital. Soon the fighting would be happening inside as well as outside the hospital.
 
Sam was suddenly awake. That wasn't a firework. The loud explosion which had woken her up was quickly followed by automatic gun fire... machine guns... then shouting... men calling out... men barking orders. Sam's heart was pounding as she jumped out of bed and pulled her pants on and her boots. She had been sleeping in a vest and her panties so it didn't take her long. She grabbed hold of her field medical bag and her M16 before she ran out of the door and into what she had always imagined hell would be like. Her heart was pounding. Explosions, fire, gunfire. She stood for a moment, frozen to the spot, not knowing which way to go. Hiding wasn't however what was on her mind. Suddenly the camp looked different. Chaotic. Disordered. Disorganised. Not Army at all. She wanted to go where she was needed most but she was struggling to work out where that was. Then she heard her name being called.

She looked around and saw Brady. Brady was one of the senior doctors at the hospital. The two hadn't gotten along almost from the moment she had arrived at the base hospital. She had two formal reprimands on her record for challenging him. Probably the only thing that had saved her from a court martial on both occasions had been that her medical judgment had been right and in both cases, her challenge of Brady had meant that a soldier who would have otherwise died didn't. Brady had also been vocal in his disagreement with the decision to put Sam in the field. He told her to get over to the hospital but he didn't hang around to see where she went. There was no doubt that she could do some good at the hospital, but her squad weren't at the hospital. They were mustering somewhere around the camp. She could imagine Kearn and Morgan and Kowalski organising them into defensive positions; positions where they could repel any attack heading in their direction. She needed to find where they were. And then she heard her name again. This time it was Kern.

"Doc. What are you doing?" he shouted as he jogged past her, slowing a little as he waited for a response.

"Looking for you. Where are we setting up?" Kern came to a stop as Sam moved towards him. They both ducked a little as another loud explosion wracked though the camp somewhere. Kern took hold of her arm. "We're not setting up anywhere. You need to get over to the hospital."

"What. But I need..."

"We don't need a field medic; not here." He was shouting over the noise around them. "We're close enough. You need to be over there for when the wounded get carried in. No-one is going to have seen them first."

"Lieutenant. I need to be ..."

"In the hospital Lieutenant. That's an order." Sam stared at him for a moment. Was he trying to keep her out of the way? For her protection? For his own? Did he really trust her? But then suddenly she knew he was right... she just knew. Any injured men would be carried straight to the hospital. It made sense. She nodded. "Be careful." Kern nodded back in acknowledgement and then he turned as was running again. Sam watched him for a second or two and then set off running herself to the hospital. By the time she got there, there were already injured men lie on stretchers along the main corridor of the hospital. There were walking wounded who were being assessed quickly and then moved out of the way. Triage was identifying those who needed the theatre and those who didn't because they were beyond hope. It was an uncomfortable truth of triage that sometimes you had to let people die. Triage was about identifying those people for whom immediate care would make a positive difference in outcome. Those who would live regardless and those who would die regardless had to be left until those who would survive if they had treatment could get that treatment. For those who weren't going to be treated right away, it was about pain management. Major Hunt had organized her staff into three groups; the smallest group providing the pain care for those two groups; the next group were the nurses experienced in the OR and the biggest group were those who were able to offer direct emergency care to keep men alive until there was a space in the OR for them. Sam had done her time in OR; she was a good OR nurse, but her skills were better used in direct care. As soon as she arrived, Hunt assigned her to the role she knew she would have. She stored her medical bag and the M16 behind the makeshift nurses station and then she started with the soldier nearest to her. She moved from patient to patient, calling out for supplies which were provided by orderlies or responding to calls from patients, nurses and doctors. The noise and organised chaos of the hospital soon allowed her to drown out the noise from the other side of the walls.
 
The attack on Camp Baker was going better than expected. The NVA & VC forces breached all four areas of the fence they attacked. The front, the rear and both sides. Right now American troops were just trying to stop the enemy tide from sweeping through the base. HQ fell when enemy troops took over Colonel Bates's office. Bates and his people were in the middle of a running firefight as they escaped. The job for reclaiming the base fell to the officers like Kern. Bates could no longer give orders. Many parts of the camp where under enemy control. Many platoons were cut off from where Bates now placed his command. Kern and his platoon had fallen back towards the hospital. It was the largest building on that part of the base. Kern wanted to use it to guard his back from attacks. Another platoon was fighting the VC in the rear of the hospital and losing. A wounded US Soldier stumbled in through the rear door of the hospital and announced that the enemy was just outside. A burst of fire from an AK-47 cut this man down along with the nurse who came to his aid. Suddenly two, then four VC appeared at the backdoor. They started to fire at anyone who challenged them. A number of wounded soldiers who still had weapons were gunned down while on beds, or on the floor. One of the VC demanded that those in the hospital surrender. He added that half the camp was already under their control. This man's chest exploded when bullets ripped through him. Morgan, Motown and three other US soldiers from 1st platoon came into the hospital after hearing the gun fire. A gun battle broke out right in the area where patents, doctors & nurse were trying to save lives. With Sam's help, Morgan and his men pushed the VC out the rear door. Kern set up the platoon into a defensive ring around the hospital. The battle continued to rage on bloody hour after bloody hour until the dawn broke. Once daylight came the tide of battle turned and the enemy forces were driven off.

Camp Baker was a shadow of it's former self. The front gates were gone, huge holes were in the fences on the sides and the rear. All the guard towers and station were gone. HQ was destroyed, the mess hall had burned to the ground. Many US Soldiers were wounded and some paid the ultimate price. Hundreds of enemy soldiers were dead around the camp. A large number had been captured and were waiting for transfer to an ARVN base. Morgan & Kowalski were still in their underwear sitting on the front steps of the hospital. The two men were sharing a warm beer while smoking cigarettes. They had expected an attack, but they had no idea it would be so huge. The size of this attack was beyond anything they would have thought. News of other attacks all over South Vietnam was coming. The NVA & VC had hit 36 of 44 provincial capitals, five of the six autonomous cities, 72 of 245 district towns, the southern capital of Saigon and all ARVN & American Military bases around the county. The US Embassy had been overrun by sappers, but within hours the building was back under US control. The ancient capital known as Hue had fallen and was still in enemy hands. The two sergeants were talking about the news while sitting there. Neither man had seen Sam in a few hours. They knew she was inside working to save as many soldiers as she could. Kowalski got the feeling that someone was standing behind him. He looked back and saw Sam. She was there long enough to hear how bad everything was. Kowalski told Sam to sit. He handed her the warm beer while Morgan handed for a cigarette. " Did we lose alot? " Morgan asked as he looked Sam over. Her hair was a mess, she had blood on her clothing and some on her face. Sam looked like she had just been through hell and lived to tell the tail. but then they all had on this day. The day for 1st platoon wasn't over yet. Kern was just getting new orders for his platoon. They'd be moving out with Sam to do battle with the NVA in Nha Trang.
 
When Sam stepped outside, she wasn't sure what day it was. She felt like she had been in there for days. It was still daylight outside. Sam looked around, barely recognising the place. What buildings there were were blasted, crumbling, or on fire. Craters turned the place into what resembled a World War 1 battlefield. Men were marshalling bodies, American and enemy.

"Excuse me Ma'am" She turned around and then stepped aside as two orderlies carried the body of a VC soldier from inside the hospital and put in with the other enemy bodies. Sam's mind was replaying the firefight inside that had happened a few hours before. She heard the US soldier coming through the rear doors, calling out that the VC were right behind him. She looked up just in time to see him cut down ... him and the nurse. For a moment she froze as her mind tried to process what she had just seen. That wasn't supposed to happen in here; that was what happened in the field. And then she saw the VC moving in. It seemed to snap her out of the momentary daze. As the VC had opened fire, she ducked down and ran as quickly as she could for the nurses station. She crouched behind it just as a hail of bullets ripped into the wall behind her, above her head. She reached for her own M-16. She was breathing hard. Her fingers fumbled a little on the cartridge as she checked it. She heard the words of Morgan in her head. 'Lock and Load'. He called it out every time they were about to get out of a chopper. At the same time she kept hearing 'First, do no harm'. The opening words of the hypocratic oath. Hypocrates hadn't been under fire from an AK-47 though when he wrote that. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and waited for the bullets over her head to stop. And then she stood up and was about to open fire. The guys of 1st Platoon beat her to it though. Morgan looked over to her.

"With us Doc... let's clean this place out." She hadn't hesitated. Her job was saving lives and somehow she finished up taking them. She remembered the face of the first soldier she killed. The shock in his eyes as he brain tried to register that he had been hit and that he was seconds away from death. Ten minutes later she had killed three men.

Familiar voices broker her out of her memory. She turned around and saw Morgan and Kowalski sitting on the steps a few feet away. She couldn't help smiling in relief. She walked over, stood behind hearing their summary of what had happened... what was happening and then Kowalski turned and looked up at her. She sat down as they made a space between them. She took the beer from Kowalski and the cigarette from Morgan. Neither one had tasted quite as good as they did then. She looked at Morgan.

"I.. I don't know what the count is." she said quietly, taking another drag from the cigarette. "Maybe 30... I don't know." She looked around. "Looks like plenty never made it inside." Another pull onthe cigarette and then she looked back to Morgan.

"How come we weren't ready for this? You knew. You two knew something was coming. How come the brass didn't? How could they not know?"
 
All the signs were there. Those signs had been there for weeks leading up to Tet. It did seem that no one above Captain took the reports of enemy movements seriously. Certainly no one in the higher areas of command. Kowalski blamed the brass being overconfident. He said that no real big battles had been fought since the La Drang Valley in late 1965. Most of the battles since then were small. Search and destroy mission which led to firefights of less then platoon strength forces. While there were a few battles in 66 which were bigger then platoon strength. None were the size, or scope of what just happened at the start of Tet and Tet wasn't over yet. Lieutenant Kern appeared looking as worn out as everyone else did. He however wasn't bring news of a rest. Kern told his sergeants & Sam that they needed to gather the men and their gear. Companies A, B & C were meeting at the helipads in 15 minutes. Both companies would then board choppers and head for Nha Trang. Kern said that the city had fallen to elements of the 3rd NVA Division. Alpha, Bravo & Charlie companies were ordered to take the city back. This wouldn't be like the jungle fighting the men had become use too. It would be the bloodiest street by street, house by house fighting anyone had seen since World War II. Morgan crushed out his cigarette and stood up. He told Kowalski to round up the men. Morgan then told Sam to grab her gear. She'd need extra's of everything in her med kit, plus ammo. Kowalski head out to where the men were relaxing. The orders for this mission were that only what was need was brought along. Everyone would carry 400 rounds of ammo instead of the normal 200 rounds for there M-16's. For those with 45's as side arms 24 rounds was normal, but 48 was needed now. Each person would carry extra water. 2 1 quart canteens was normal. Today they'd need to carry 4 1 quart canteens. Extra belts of ammo would be brought along for Tex's M-60. Extra belts of grenades would be brought along for the M-79 grenade launchers Cruz & Spade would carry. No other gear would be brought along. No clothing, no food, no bed rolls. All food would be brought in by helicopters which meant boxed food for the foreseeable future. Three chinook's landed at the chopper pads. These would carry the companies into battle at Nha Trang. Captain Douglas Coleman met with his Lieutenants of B Company including Kern before they boarded the helicopter. The two large helicopters lifted off and headed for the smoking city of Nha Trang. The three helicopters landed in a park just south of Nha Trang's airport. The companies unloaded and started a two pronged attack north. Alpha & Charlie Companies would attack up using the street of Truong Son as their point where they'd sweep everything ahead of them. Bravo Company would sweep up Tran Phu heading for the airport. Their mission was to take the airport which would allow more troops to be brought in. As always Lieutenant Kern & 1st platoon was leading the way. 1st Platoon would break off and travel along Hoang Dieu and attack the airport from the neighborhoods bordering the south west.
 
Sam was dog tired and she knew that Morgan and Kowalski must have been feeling exactly the same. What she really wanted was a cool shower, a cooler beer and an opportunity to sleep for a week. Kern's arrival put paid to any thoughts of any of that. 15 minutes to pack twice as much as she usually carried was also going to be tough. The three of them watched as Kern walked away as if they were all a little shell shocked by the orders. Truth was that very little surprised either of the sergeants these days. It was Morgan who moved first; he told Kowalski what was needed and then told Sam to shift.

Initially Sam headed back into the hospital. It was the most obvious place to get the double supplies she needed. She disappeared into the store room and filled out requisition forms as she went, packing up bandages and dressings, saline and morphine packs, penicillin and quinine. She got a lot more than what she usually carried. She would pack two of everything in her pack, but she had another idea too. When she was done she headed back to her quarters stopping off to get the additional ammunition. She had little more than five minutes to try and get everything into a pack. In the end she left for the helipads, with her pack still open. She figured she could sort it on on the pad or even in the Huey on the way to Nha Trang. Even carrying it was a struggle. She didn't expect any help though which was fortunate as none was offered. Everyone had full loads and Sam knew well enough that unless you were injured there was no excuse for not being wiling and able to carry your own gear. As 1st platoon gathered on the helipad she walked around to each man. She handed each a dressing, a bandage, a vial of morphine, a vial of quinine, and a dose of penicillin. It meant that if something happened to her or to her supplies, each man effectively carried their own emergency medical kit above what they usually carried anyway.

In the chopper, she finished packing her own bag, feeling the adrenalin driving through her, feeling the fear in the pit of her stomach but swallowing it down and concentrating on the task at hand. Once they landed, she just did what she was told, falling into line behind Kern, the RT operator, Morgan, and Tex. the rest of the platoon filed behind her as they headed to the airport.
 
It wasn't long after exiting the chinook that B Company came under fire. Captain Coleman the company's commanding officer broke up his group into it's platoons. 1st platoon was sent out ahead, taking the left side if the street. The rest of B Company worked along the right side. The gunfire coming from buildings was heavy. Kern called in air strikes when the fire became to much to handle. Most of the time it took 30 minutes or more to clear one building. At times the sir strikes was the only way the platoon could move on. The buildings had to be bombed into rubble before the team could move ahead. Company B had landed just before 9 am. It was now after 2 pm and 1st platoon was only half way to Hoang Dieu street. 1st platoon had traveled less then a mile in just over 5 hours. The NVA 3rd Division was making 1st platoon and Bravo Company as a whole pay for every inch of ground. In 5 hours 1st platoon had 6 dead and 5 wounded. One of the wounded was still able to fight and wasn't evaced back to Camp Baker. On a mission like this, if you could still fight, you'd stay on the battle field. Sam made all the med calls on who stayed and who went back for better care. She needed to control the bleeding as best as she could. She needed to keep the walking wounded on their feet as long as she could. Keep them in the fight as long as she could. But sooner or later everyone who was wounded would return back to the base. It was just a matter of time before Sam could do nothing more. By 4:30 pm 1st platoon had finally reached Hoang Dieu street. The gunfire had stopped by this time. Most of the area around this part of the airport was wooded. The dead had climbed to 11 and the wounded to 8 out of the original 42 men of 1st platoon.

The battle for Nha Trang was more like the fighting that took place during World War II. Kern took notice when a group of NVA Soldiers charged them. Sam covered her patent with her body and defended the fallen man with her weapon. There were some medics who refused to carry any kind of weapon. They wouldn't even carry a side arm. Sam not only carried a side arm, she also carried an M-16 and used both weapons well. Kern was sure that such actions were tough on Sam. She was here to save lives and yet she was forced to take them as well. Morgan, Kowalski, all the men and Kern made sure they told Sam what a great job she was doing. They couldn't do their jobs without her being here. She gave them the confidence that if they were injured, she'd do everything in her power to save them. They trusted her, they believed in her and they'd walk through hell for Sam. Pretty much they were walking through hell with Sam at their sides right now.

The rest of Bravo Company had reached the airport before 1st platoon did. They were heavy into fighting on two fronts as 1st platoon reached the fence on the backside. Kowalski set some explosives along the fence, but while doing so he took a chunk of skin out of his hand. A piece of sharp metal was hanging along one of the support bars which hold the fence together. His hand slipped over the sharp metal which made him groan in pain. He did act like everything was fine, but Morgan told him to let Sam look at it. Kowalski was the typical tough guy. He could have just hacked off his arm and said all it needed was a bandage. Sam was in charge of all things medical and he had to submit to her authority. Still it wasn't all bad. Kowalski could now sit and check his favorite piece of ass out without being shot at.
 
Sam was surprised at the ferocity of the fight. It was worse than anything she had been through at the firebase and nothing had really prepared her for this. She wasn't a soldier. She wasn't supposed to be a soldier. She wasn't here to take lives. But here she was in the middle of a battle. It was maybe the case that for the first 10-15 minutes she was shocked almost into inaction. She moved with the squad, she dealt with the initial minor injuries which arose but in truth her focus was elsewhere. Her focus was on where the gun fire was coming from, it was on her surroundings, on the risk, on the fact that she shouldn't be here. In her head, the sounds of chaos around her were muffled and distant. Ironically it was an explosion that snapped her back. The first air strike had been a lot closer than she expected it to be. She felt the pressure wave hit her and a shower of concrete and dust and it showered down upon them. And suddenly the war was back on full volume and running at full speed.

She did what she could, where she could. Sometimes that was very little; the soldier she got to already dead. Sometimes what was needed was very little. But as the time ticked by almost unnoticed by her, as they literally inched their way along, the numbers of dead increased and the severity of injuries increased. And there were limits to what she could do, not just because of the lack of equipment and supplies but because of the imperative to move and take the airport.

When they had reached the airport perimeter, she was vaguely aware of the explosion at the fence. She was more aware subsequently of Morgan calling her name. She looked round to see him with Kowalski. She headed over and quickly saw Kowalski's bloodied hand. She had him sit as she unpacked a dressing. As she cleaned out the wound and dressed it, standing between his knees, she couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face and she couldn't help but see him peer around her a little but clearly looking at her ass.

"Do you want to maybe keep your mind on the game sergeant?" She asked quietly

"Not right now Doc. I'm thinking about the personal care you might give me to help my recovery. I'm thinking when we're through here, bed rest is definitely required and I can check out your bedside manner."

"Is that right?" For a brief moment, both of them were thinking back to the night in Kowalski and Morgan's quarters. But there was still a job to be done.
 
Morgan set the explosives off blowing part of the fence away. It fell to the dirt as Kern radioed that they were entering the airport grounds. Captain Coleman was pleased to hear that his top platoon had finally made it. The other platoons of B Company were already engaged in battle at the airport. Having 1st platoon join the fighting on the far side meant the NVA had more troubles coming. Captain Coleman ordered Kern to take 1st platoon and swing around the enemy. He wanted Kern to out flake them. This meant that 1st platoon would be running over open ground as they swept around the NVA. It also meant that the NVA would be busy with Coleman & the other platoons. They'd be attacking the NVA positions along the front set up by the enemy forces. Kern told his people to keep low and keep moving. He explained that they'd be making an end run around the enemy to attack them from behind. The NVA forces had taken up positions around the main airport buildings facing the north east where Coleman & the rest of B Company where set up. Kern led the way through the hole in the fence. Morgan took up a position just inside the hole to move everyone along. " Come on!!.......Move your asses!!.......Stay low!!.......Keep moving!! " Morgan ordered each person as they entered the airport and started following the fence line. " Come on Doc!.......Shake that ass! " Morgan said while giving her a playful, but firm swat on her ass. Once everyone was through the hole and making their way around the airport.


Morgan fell into line behind the group. He was bring up the rear and making sure no one fell behind him. The sounds of war continued to play on like some long playing record. Jets & choppers flying over head dropping bombs and shooting rockets. The sounds of heavy machine guns, RPG's and artillery filled the air around the airport and surrounding neighborhoods. Those noises were mixed with the sounds of men calling out for medics after getting hit. So far 1st platoon had no wounded since they entered the airport grounds. That however changed once Kern ordered the group to head for the buildings. They had gone far enough and needed to make the swing towards the buildings. 1st platoon was almost acrossed the runways when they started to take fire. Only a few NVA Soldiers were watching the rear, but it was enough to cause injuries. Two men were dropped quickly by AK-47 fire. The platoon returned fire killing those guards. One man was hit twice in the stomach. The second man was hit in the chest, shoulder and face. One bullet smashed into his cheek bone. The two men were laid out behind a vehicle that carries luggage from the planes into the airport's main building. Sam was called for right away. Kern told Morgan and a couple of men to stay and watch over Sam. They'd try and get a chopper in here asap. That would however depend on how soon the airport could be taken, or at least enough of it. Captain Coleman was already pressing his attack from the front. Kern and the rest of 1st platoon joined in on the attack. It would now just be a matter of time before the airport would fall. It was left to Sam to try and keep these two badly wounded men alive as best as she could.
 
Sam crouched and crawled and squatted but she wasn't a soldier. Her training hadn't included Basic Combat Training that enlisted Soldiers attend. Instead, she had an Officer Basic Leadership Course, a basic orientation to the Army health care team, Army doctrine and basic Soldier and leadership skills at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas. She'd been taught how to fire a side arm there and an M16 once she had gotten selected to be a field medic. Crawling around in the dirt, with shells going off, bullets flying and lots of people she had never met trying to kill her was not something she had experienced before. And she really wanted it to stop now. If only wishing made it so...

In some ways she was surprised they got as far as they did without suffering any significant losses or major injuries. When the two PFCs went down within a few seconds of each other, four others quickly picked them up and under the cover fire laid down by the rest of the platoon they managed to get the injured soldiers behind an abandoned luggage transport bus. It wasn't much maybe but it was old enough. Sam moved in between the two men. Whilst Kern redeployed his remaining men and told Morgan what he wanted done, Sam made a quick assessment. There was little between them but the soldier with the chest and head wound was unconscious and probably more likely to die. The soldier with the belly wound was conscious and in pain. She ripped open his shirt and then pulled out dressing after dressing from her bag. As quickly as she soaked up the blood, the wound was swamped again. She needed to try and stop the bleeding before she did anything else and she couldn't tourniquet a man's stomach. She had to find the bleeder and tie it off. She pulled out a scalpel from her medical kit and cut quickly at the man's skin. The pain he was already feeling meant that this didn't cause any further problem. She moved her fingers around the open wound and found what she was looking for. She looked up, conscious that the three men still with her were watching.

"Sergeant! Give me your hand!"

"What?"

"Give me your hand" Morgan tentatively held out his hand and she took it with her left hand and guided it towards her right, where her fingers were clamped around an artery. "Hold this. There..,no...there...feel it. i need you to hold it while I get a sucher kit. You got it." Morgan nodded but it was clear this wasn't something he'd been asked to do before. Sam got the kit quickly and working around Morgan's fingers she tied off the artery. "Okay... Slowly... Let it go...ease off the pressure." As Megan pulled his hand away, it was obvious that the sucher was in the right place and holding. Next she set upsaline and morphine drips all the time reassuring the soldier he was going to be okay. Purple Heart. Going home. And she believed it too.

The second soldier she wasn't so sure about. She couldn't see an exit wound from the bullet to the head and whilst she couldn't see any brain matter around the wound that was there she had no idea what was going on in the guy's head. Similarly the chest would didn't look as bad as the stomach wound but Sam suspected the damage internally was worse. She didn't want to open the man's chest there in the field and she wasn't even sure she could. She bandaged the chest wounds which were not bleeding that much. But there was something that didn't feel right. She took a few minutes to bandage the head and added in the saline and morphine drips. Then she went back to the chest. There was a hint of blue around the man's lips. And then it hit her.

"Shit." She dug into her bag looking for something she could use.

"What's the matter?" Morgan asked, concerned

"Pneumothorax"

"What?"

"Pneumothorax. He's got a collapsed lung and its not re inflating because of air in the pleural space that separates the lung from the chest wall and its interfering with his breathing. He's not getting enough oxygen."

"So what are you..."

"I need a tube... something I can push into....this will do." It was a piece of beige tubing that was usually used to tie around an arm in order to then find a vein. She took her scalpel again and used her fingers to to find the "safe triangle", where damage to internal organs can be avoided; delineated by a horizontal line at the level of the nipple and two muscles of the chest wall. Feeling her way to the spot she wanted. Then she cut into him... Deep enough to create an opening though which she could feed the tube. It wasn't about pushing the tube into the lung... Just into the....

"There it is." Even in the midst of the battle the sound of the air escaping could be heard. Smiling at the mall victory, she taped the tubing into place and patched up the wound she had created. The shoulder wound had been the least of he man's problems but only now did she turn to that.
 
Morgan had seen many medics over the years. He served in Korea where the horrors of war were first brought before his eyes. Never in his life had Morgan seen a medic so cool while under fire. Even the toughest man could break under fire. Morgan had seen many brave soldiers crack. Sam certainly wasn't a man, but she was holding her own. Morgan looked on while Sam cut into the wounded soldier. Placed the tube in his chest and most likely saved his life, or at least gave him a better chance at living. Sam was full of surprises. She was more than just a pretty face with a hot body. Sure Morgan & Kowalski enjoyed using her like a whore, which she enjoyed as well. But Sam was also a top notch medic in the field. It was clear that she learned her craft well at medical school. " That was damn fine work Doc. " Morgan said as he knelt down beside Sam. He then reached for the field phone carried by one of the men who stayed with Morgan. A call was placed to evac command for a helicopter. The shooting had died down and seemed to be moving away. Motown appeared and told Morgan that the NVA was pulling out. Kern sent word that the airport was under their control now.

5 minutes later, a medical transport helicopter appeared and landed. The two wounded soldiers were placed on board and taken away. Once the wounded soldiers were gone, Morgan, Sam and the others rejoined the platoon. 1st Platoon had gathered out in front of the main airport terminal. They had taken down the NVA Flag and replaced it with an American Flag. Morgan joked with Sam that it was funny how someone always had a flag on them. The suggestion was made for a group picture. 1st platoon gathered with the captured enemy flag held out in front of them. Sam stood in the middle just behind the flag. The only part of her that could be seen was her head which was covered by her helmet. No one could see her body. So no one would ever know that she was a woman.

1st platoon took some time to eat and relax before they moved out again. The NVA & VC had fallen back into the city. With the airport now under control of American forces, more troops were brought in. Fresh troops were brought in from the 1st Air Cav. Navy ships were now pounding Nha Trang from the sea. 1st platoon pushed on towards the Nha Trang Library. They reached the library by 6 pm where a gruesome sight awaited them. A large pit had been dug in the ground just behind the library. In this pit laid the bodies of over 20 Vietnamese. They had been brought here by the NVA & VC and gunned down. The mayor, a number of teachers and high Government officials, plus their families were executed on this spot after the city was taken. America forces would find a scene like this after they retook the City of Hue. The members of 1st platoon stood around the mass grave. " This is why we're here! " Morgan growled at as he pointed at the bodies. " If anyone ever asks why America is fighting in Vietnam........It's to stop this type of brutality! " Morgan walked away in disgust. Kowalski leaned over and whispered to Sam that Morgan had seen this type of thing while fighting in Korea. It was something that haunted Morgan and always would. 1st platoon went a few more blocks before Kern said they should find a place to bed down for the night. They used a bombed out building which once was a school. The platoon made a make shift camp for the night. Kern got word that they'd be heading back to Camp Baker in the morning. The NVA & VC had pulled out of the city and headed north.
 
Sam couldn't remember a time when she had felt more tired. Even after interning at the hospital for an 18-hour shift, she hadn't felt as exhausted as she felt at that moment. They were inside the school, holed up in a corner of what had been classroom. There was nothing school-like about it now. Desks and chairs were splintered apart, dishevelled around the room. Paper was strewn across the floor. Most of the walls were standing but they were decorated with significant shell holes and bullet holes... The exterior plaster was peppered with divets where a bullet had hid and then ricochetted off taking with it a piece of concrete. At one point a grenade had obviously exploded right close to the one wall and had taken a chunk of it out all together from floor to ceiling, from corner to door. What was left of 1st Platoon stumbled over broken bricks and rubble as they stepped inside. As she unpacked her kit and rations along with the others, periodically she looked over to Morgan. She was finding it hard to get the images of the mass grave out of her head but she was a little surprised that Morgan was still quiet after seeing the grave earlier and was pretty much keeping himself to himself. But there was nothing she could say. She didn't have the experience to talk to him as if she was some kind of expert on how he was feeling and anything she attempted to say would just sound like empty platitudes. And there was nothing she had in her bag which could fix what he had. They had all heard of things that the VC would do; most of the guys had seen some of them. She had come across the impact of one or two; sometimes she was still woken up with the nightmare of trying to save a soldier who had fallen into a pit which had punji sticks at the bottom. It was true there were rumours every so often of odd actions by US soldiers and she had come across one or two soldiers who had sounded just a little too eager to get involved in the fight. But the VC tactics were something else.

As she set herself down, Tex brought her some coffee and Kern walked around and told them that they would be heading back to Baker in the AM. No-one was disappointed at that, although of course there wasn't that much of Baker left - it had changed radically just before they left and for all they knew, they might find something little better than they had now.
 
The members of 1st platoon ate quietly while the images of the day still played in there heads. As the night continued, the group settled around a large fire and shared stories from home. Tex proudly spoke of how great it was to be from Texas. Motown spoke about his home town of Detroit. Spade told everyone about how he grew up in Harlem NY. When it came around to Cruz he spoke about Miami being his home. Kern said how he was from Fort Wayne Indiana. Kowalski talked about his home town of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Others spoke about Jackson Michigan, Macon Georgia, Pine Bluff Arkansas, Wichita Kansas, Pueblo Colorado, plus many more. Sam even spoke about her home town and the life she had there. Morgan was the last to speak. He really didn't have much to say about his home town. Morgan told how the Army had become his life and his home. He did say however that he was born in Spokane Washington. Still where ever the Army sent Morgan was where he lived. He was a career sergeant who didn't have many ties to any one place.

The night grew older and the conversation slowly died down. The members of the platoon laid down near the fire and fell asleep. One member was left on guard duty who would get relieved in a few hours. Men switched on and off until morning came. After eating breakfast from a box, which wasn't any different from their dinners. The platoon marched out from the school and headed for the airport. A C 47 Chinook was waiting. It carried the platoon back to Camp Baker. The camp was still being worked on. Army engineers came in from Saigon. They started working on rebuilding and repairing the camp. Parts of the fence surrounding the camp needed to be replaced. The Camp HQ needed rebuilt, as did the mess hall, many of the guard towers and most of the barracks. The hospital although standing tall, still needed some work done on the outside and inside. The quarters for many of the officers & non coms were alright. Sam's own hooch was left unharmed. The men were told that they would be sleeping in tents until their new barracks was ready. The large helicopter landed at Baker where 1st platoon exited. In the 24 hours that 1st platoon had been away. The army engineers, working in four teams. Fixed the fence and were now hard at work on repairing, or replacing all the buildings. Sitting on the steps of Sam's hooch was Sandy Murdoch. Like Sam, Sandy was a nurse. But unlike Sam, Sandy hadn't been in medical school. Sandy was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand. She also had a small bag of pot, papers for rolling and matches. The girls had become friends after Sandy first set foot at Camp Baker. Sam had already been here a few weeks longer. The girls, like everyone here had been through hell and Sandy was looking to get loaded & freaky with her friend.
 
In a lot of ways the evening was almost surreal. They were all sitting around a 'camp fire' telling stories of home. All that was missing was the sand beneath them and the waves gently lapping a few feet away. For a couple of hours they all seemed to forget the war, forget the horrors of the last few hours and they got to know a little bit more about each other. It maybe wasn't the best of ideas in some ways; getting to know people who might very easily be dead soon meant that it hurt just that little bit more, but Sam didn't think it was possible to do what they did without really getting to know each other. And most of the men sitting around the fire at that moment knew a lot more about Sam than they would normally have done. Sam talked about San Francisco, about University and a little about Baltimore. And after she managed to get a few hours sleep before being woken the following morning by Tex shaking her shoulder. She packed up her stuff and walked with the rest of the platoon back to the airport and got the transport back.

They were all a little surprised by the amount of damage that had been done to the place and there was a little good humoured moaning at the fact that the guys were going to have to live in tents whilst the officers' and NCO's quarters were almost untouched. Motown said something quietly to Sam about they all coming to stay with her. Sam and just laughed and replied with a "I don't think that's quite SOP." With that she broke off from the group and headed to her own hooch. As she turned around what was left of one building, she saw Sandy sitting just outside. She smiled. The smile broadened further she she say the bottle of Jack.

"I see you looked after the important stuff then?"

"Damn right" Sandy said. "And a little more." she patted her pocket and Sam knew what she was talking about. If she had to be here, then Jack Daniels and some dope was probably just what she needed right now to ease out the tensions of the last couple of days. She and Sandy walked into Sam's place. Sandy sat down immediately on Sam's bed and opened the bottle. Sam found two shot glasses and handed them too her and then dropped her kit down. I gotta get a shower before I do anything else. Give me 10 minutes okay." Sandy nodded. Sam pulled out some fresh clothes - underwear, green pants, t-shirt - and then went for her shower. When she walked back into her room, the sweet smell of dope was obvious. Sandy was already on her second glass of JD and as Sam was still drying her hair with the damp towel, she handed her a freshly rolled joint. Sam pulled out her own zippo from a drawer, sat down in a chair near the bed and took her first draw. Holding it and closing her eyes and then exhaling slowly.

'Now that's pretty good stuff." she said, opening her eyes and looking at Sandy.
 
Sandy laughed when Sam said how good their stuff was. " I bought some from a Marine who I met in Nha Trang last week.......He was on his way home and looking to sell his stash.......He said it was really good shit. " Sandy said while giggling. She poured Sam a long shot, or double shot of Jack. " You gotta catch up. " Sandy poured herself another then raised her glass. She toasted to the fact that they were living in hell and was still in one piece. Sandy hearing a group of men shuffle passed Sam's hooch turned her head. Their voices were muffled so no one could hear what they were saying. She then looked back at Sam grinning. " So how is it being the only female among all those studs? " Sandy leaned back taking a drag from her own joint. She figured by now Sam would have enjoyed at least one or two by now. Sandy however didn't get an answer right away. Sam seemed to grow a bit shy which wasn't normal between the two friends. " Come on now!........Don't you dare play dumb with me.......You must have at least been in the sack with that Sergeant Morgan..........Those guys must jerk off every night with you hanging around........Or do you give the special ones a more personal service? " Sandy asked with a sly tone in her voice. Sam had already told Sandy about her adventures in college. Sandy figured that Sam had a story or two that she could tell about being the only woman in a platoon of horny men.
 
Sam imagined that the dope wasn't all that Sandy got from the Marine but she just smiled back and took another drag from her joint. Sandy filled Sam on on what had been happening at the Camp in the last 24 hours and then when the guys outside passed, she changed the subject of her conversation. Sam wondered for a moment how much she could or should tell Sandy. She wasn't worried about her own reptutation; Sandy knew what Sam was like - well mostly. They'd had a few drunken nights before talking about each other's sexual pasts and they had both been out in the City before now and gotten hooked up with a one-night-stand - more than once. But this was the Army and there were rules she and the guys had broken. Sandy would probably be okay but she needed to be a little careful and certainly she didn't feel that she could tell her the whole story. Sam smiled and knocked back what was left in her glass, before handing it back to Sandy for a refil. Sam started off by telling Sandy about Hoyt and the villiage and the work they had done there. Sandy listened intently but it really wasn't the story she had been looking for.

"And...." she watched as Sam drank a little more from the glass and took another draw on her joint. "You're not gonna tell me that nothing has happened are you? I know you? And I know what the men are like when they get back here. Putting you out there with them.... I'd put my pension on you and Morgan having ... kept each other company ... and what's so wrong about that anyway?" Sam smiled back.

"Second night out there." Sandy laughed out loud. "Second night. My god girl. That's some quick work." Sam shook her head a little. "It just ... kind of happened."

"And..." Sandy half shouted, laughing as she refilled the drinks.

"What? What do you want me to say. That he bent me over a table right there in the aid station and fucked me harder than any man had before. The man definitely knows what he's doing." Sandy fell back in her chair laughing. "I knew it. What about the rest of them."

"Sandy, what do you think I am?"

"I know exactly what you are Samantha... you're a slut just like me... worse than me.." Sam picked up her glass giggling but not denying anything.
 
During any war, when a person is far from home. They develop different types of friendships. Some are just people they know and work with. Others are people they can hang around with and share a laugh or two. Some are close friends like Sam & Sandy who connected as soon as they met. A few become those who one would have sex with and even fewer would become those who the person falls in love with. The girls shared their past sex lives one night in a situation not unlike this one. Sam hadn't been the only one to take part in a gang bang. Sandy's however was something she was looking for. Tired of hearing people call her Sandra Dee, because when younger she looked like the famous star. Sandy decided to end her image of a good girl. She went to a bar that was a well known hang out for a biker gang known as the Hells Angels. Sandy was dressed very much like a slut and she knew what would happen. She would give those men what they wanted, because she wanted it too. Sandy took on 12 bikers that night along with the bartender, four other women and an older man who wondered in. This was a story she shared with Sam during that night when they opened up about their pasts.

Sandy just laughed at how innocent Sam could still act around her. It was like the Sam didn't want to admit that she was a slut. " You know there's nothing wrong with being a slut. " Sandy said as she refilled their glasses. " You'll get to be the first Doctor slut in history........A woman in a power position who loves being used and treated like a dirty whore. " Sandy said then she added that there was nothing wrong with that. She handed Sam her glass then asked another question. " Okay........You don't wanna say names........With a number how many of your platoon have you fucked? " Sandy asked as in her mind she could see Sam getting fucked by those well hung studs.
 
Sam laughed. "Right now, walk down the street dressed in a short skirt and half the worlds thinks you're a slut. There is probably still a sizeable section of the population in the US over 30 who thinks if you sleep with a guy outside of marriage you reputation challenges the Whore of Babylon herself. Im too young and I like sex far to much to be that bothered about people thinking I'm a slut." Sam took her glass back from her. "And I'm pretty sure that I won't be the first female doctor with a reputation for something other than medicine. And I don't remember saying that I had fucked anyone other than Morgan."

"Really? You want me to be believe that. My god girl, if that's all you've managed to bed so far then you're losing your touch."

"There is a war going on you know. There are a few other things to think about out there."

"All the more reason. Any of us could finish up dead any minute... particularly when you're out at a firebase. So come on... how many?"

"Not counting Morgan... " Sam got up and stepped over to a small cabinet, rubbing her hand through her still damp hair, fluffing it up and sending a few drips onto her t-shirt. She opened a draw and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. She opened it and pulled one out, bringing it to her mouth. She tossed the pack over to Sandy and then walked back, picking up the lighter. She lit the cigarette, conscious of Sandy watching, waiting. "... five." She smiled at Sandy as she drew on the cigarette and exhaled. "Just five"
 
Sandy watched & waited while Sam walked over towards a small cabinet. The drama was slowly building which maybe what Sam wanted. It was possible that she wanted Sandy on the edge of her seat. Well Sam had it. Sandy was on pins & needles waiting for Sam to say how many men she'd been with since leaving the hospital for a field medics job. Sandy's eyes followed Sam's hand as she pulled the cigarettes from the cabinet. Removed one cigarette, placed it in her mouth and tossed the pack over to her. Sandy caught the pack and pulled one out for herself. She was just about to start hounding Sam for an answer. When suddenly Sam announced that she had been with 5. Not counting Morgan. Sandy took a drag from her freshly lit cigarette. " 6 wasn't bad for almost 2 months. " Blowing the smoke out Sandy said that Sam needed to work on being a bigger slut. " Other girls around this camp have been working over time to sleep with every swinging dick they can find. " Sandy laughed when she told Sam how Major Hunt, the head nurse was sleeping with Colonel Bates, Captain Coleman, Sergeant Major Pressmen and Captain Brady. She added how Major Hunt dresses up in a sexy female Nazi uniform and spanks Colonel Bates calling him a bad boy. Sandy unloaded all the dirty secrets Sam has missed out while being in the field. Everything that Hunt was doing and with whom. She also told of her own sexual adventures including the one with the Marine in Nha Trang. Sandy figured it would make Sam relax and spill the beans on what and who she was doing.
 
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