Names
by Zen Master
Copyright© 2024 by Zen Master
Humor Story: I was a sailor. I have never been a member of a fire team. Still, I've lugged Marines around on a world tour more than once, and I've actually had some of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children as friends. Some of the things they call each other get pretty weird, and there's always a story behind those names.
Caution: This Humor Story contains strong sexual content, including War .
Seeking Enlightenment through Bondage
Our last mission ... wasn’t much fun. Yeah, the K/C -the kill to casualty ratio- had been as high as anyone could ask, we fucked that outpost up GOOD, but any casualties hurt. I’d worked with all four of the men we’d lost for years.
Sure, the Ass was still alive, but he wasn’t gonna be coming back to the team, not with most of one leg missing. Bill and Shorts had beaten us home, yeah, but ... they’d been delivered in boxes. And Boots wasn’t coming home at all, there hadn’t been enough left of him to gather up. Well, we’d found his rifle and some parts I’m not gonna list for you, but it wasn’t anywhere near a whole body. Mortars will do that to you.
Carla and Juana both met me at the airport and showed me how much they missed me, and after I got my bag they drove me home. As much as they deserved any attention they wanted, I was still beat. With three hops, when we landed in the States it was more than 16 hours after we’d left the sandbox. Sure, I can sleep in a plane, but it’s not really restful, and I fell asleep in the car. I also fell asleep on the couch while they fixed dinner.
After dinner I made it through a shower, but I was out as soon as I crawled in bed. I woke up once when one of them got up, but the other one stayed and when the one -Juana?- came back to bed I went back to sleep. I slept better that one night, holding two wonderful women, than I did the whole time I was gone.
In the morning, though, they’d waited long enough. When I got back from the bathroom, they were still in bed waiting for me. Yeah, I’m behind on my chores. Looks like “Breakfast in Bed” again this morning!
When we really did get up, they fixed me some coffee first so I could act awake while they fixed breakfast. I really should marry them, but every time I check at the courthouse the county clerk says “No you cannot marry both of them”.
I’m not gonna choose one and reject the other. That ain’t happenin’. If the rules change so I can marry them both, we’ll set that up and get it done as fast as they’ll let us. Until then, though, I’m not marrying anyone.
We tell people that they are refugees from Guatamala, and I rescued them from some bad people and brought them home. Well, they are Hispanic, and they were refugees, and I did rescue them from some bad people, but it wasn’t in Guatamala. That’s about all I can say about that, without opening a can of worms a lot bigger than I want to deal with.
Everyone knows that I’m in Force Recon, and everyone knows that we were in Guatamala about the time that the two of them made it to the States, so that’s all the cover story we need. Nobody knows exactly where the girls are from except them, me, some buddies in Recon, and maybe some dead people. Who aren’t in Guatamala but they won’t say anything about it. It’s all good.
Nowadays the girls are just counting the days until they can become citizens. They both have a sponsor -me- and a job. A retired Marine I know who runs a convenience store down in Ward’s Corner is happy to help out a brother and is delighted to have two reliable Spanish-speaking employees. We don’t really need the money, I make enough to support us, but they feel better about themselves if they help out.
The only issue with the store is the girls insist on working together. Mark would really rather have them on different shifts, but they feel safer together and since I back them up it’s really not negotiable. He can’t pay them what he could pay if they worked independently, but it’s better than nothing.
That’s a fair deal: Everyone feels a little dissatisfied. Mark gets two good workers for his stop-and-rob, but only for one shift. The girls get some money, just not as much as they’d like. I get two wonderful women who learn more about the US every day, but I can’t marry them both.
While I nursed my first cup of coffee Juana asked “Can you talk about it?”
I took a few seconds to think about what I should say. What I could say.
“We were supposed to be on a ‘green’ mission, just providing recon, intelligence and oversight. No combat expected. A force from one of the MEUs, the Fleet Marines, was supposed to be doing the actual fighting. We were just there to keep an eye on things in case the weather got bad enough the satellites and drones couldn’t see what was going on. There were two Recon teams, and the MEU gave us a Lieutenant to act as liason so there were thirteen of us. The L-T attached himself to my team and Bill made sure the either he or Ass were right next to him at all times. He wasn’t Recon, but he was willing to listen to us so he wasn’t a problem.”
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