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Becky's Marine part 7

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Non-Erotic, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 89.2, Source: sexstories.com

later and we were headed back to base." "I was put in for the Bronze Star for my efforts to keep us in the fight. I never wanted it, mostly because it is a reminder of that hell." Becky had wiped away several tears of her own and Carl looked awestruck. We finished the bottle and set it on the coffee table. "Holy shit dude.. Why did you never tell me of this?" Carl said, still trying to grasp what he had heard. I never spoke to him of combat or life overseas, giving vague answers whenever possible. "I hate what happened over there, not because of what we did, but because of the effect it has had on me ever since. It's difficult to talk about." I said as he sank back into the couch. "Do you still wanna hear the story of my Purple Heart?" I asked. I had opened up this much, might as well keep going. "Yes, actually I do. Let's get another round though." Carl said standing on shaking legs to get another bottle. He walked down the hallway and went into his room, emerging a moment later with a blue cardboard box. " this is the good stuff, you've earned it." He said as he pulled out the bottle of Johnny Walker blue. We had a few sips and I prepared myself for the coming tale. This was going to be painful. "We were performing route security in Kandahar province, Afghanistan. It was a quiet and clear day with temps probably in the low hundreds. We stopped at a village in preparation for talks between our officers and the village elders later in the day. We went door to door, sweeping ... each building and clearing the town when a small group of insurgents opened fire on us from the east." "We took cover where we could find it and returned fire when we had targets. I took several Marines to press our attack and hopefully drive them off, when I felt a burning sensation in my right calf. I bit the ground hard and rolled to see where the shot had come from." My leg started to hurt, a common occurrence when telling this story. Becky took my hand and kissed it lightly. "I saw my attacker standing no more than 50 yards from me. It was a boy, no more than 14 years old. Be had an AK-47 in his hands and a smile on his face. What happened next, I regret every day of my life. I shot him twice in the chest." Tears were rolling down my face and my leg was burning as bed as the day I got shot. These two were lucky I loved them, because this was hard. "I was taken by a Corpsman back to a humvee and evacuated. The bullet had barely missed my artery and I was back with my men in 7 weeks, very much against docs wishes. I was given the Purple Heart for being wounded by the enemy in a time of war." Stunned silence was the only sound for a good minute while they soaked up what I had said. By now I was tired and uncomfortable but I hoped it didn't show. "I almost lost you.. twice.." He said in disbelief. I could tell my stories had a profound effect of him, probably more than Becky. "You don't know the half of it." I said holding back the floodgates behind my eyes. "I don't need to ...