1. Of Love and War and Donna Lynn


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: RumpleForeskin, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    when he discovered it was only urine, not blood. The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and face. Raw powder burns also covered his face and he couldn't see. But Mack knew he'd been lucky. He was alive. The cries of wounded soldiers replaced echos from the explosions. In front of him, someone was moaning, "Crotch, crotch, crotch." Mack rinsed out his mouth and then started crawling toward the moans. The casualties soon turned into statistics. Tony was dead. Three more, including Mack, would require a medevac. The immediate danger of an ambush was over. Now the wounded needed moving to a flat, open spot for quick loading onto the “dustoff” helicopters. Somebody linked Mack up with "Cowboy" Thompson. The low-key, reliable fire team leader had gotten his right leg messed up. He could see, but couldn't walk. Mack could walk, but not see. The lame soldier and the blind soldier linked arms and prepared to help one another down the hill. "Hell of a way to make a ...
    living, ain’t it?” said Cowboy. ”But it looks like we both may have gotten our tickets punched for home." Mack just nodded as his mind suddenly flashed on an image of Donna Lynn stretched out nude and luscious on the back seat of his old Chevy, giving him that come-hither look that could turn his bones to jelly. In his pocket was her latest letter and the old photo of her smiling and leaning against the side of his car. He was blind and had just lost two friends and the new guy under his command. But for the moment, the sudden realization that he was a survivor overwhelmed all feelings of remorse and loss. "Damn straight. We’re beat-up, but alive and going home. Don’t know about you, Cowboy, but I’ve got a bunch of unfinished daydreams and a girl named, Donna Lynn, to help me finish them. Hell, let's celebrate." As the two wounded soldiers began moving away from war and towards the rest of their lives, a ragged chorus of the grunts anthem, “We Got To Get Out of This Place,” floated over the world they were leaving behind.
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