Comments to readers: Just a warning to my loyal readers, this is NOT my usual kind of story. I'm having some pretty heavy duty flashbacks to those days in Nam. Yeah, there's sex in the story but a lot of rage and rants. No apologies from here. Sometimes a guy gotta do what he has to do. If you are just looking for a stroke story, read some of my other stuff. Still, I have to get some of it out as it's tearing me to pieces.

You have read some of my flashbacks in Schoolgirls #9. Those were mild. Most of this may slap you across the face. If you have the balls, go ahead and read! You can try and guess what is fact or fiction. Again, I w The factual parts of this story are especially dedicated to my squad; Madd Dog, my best buddy who died on that last mission, Doc, Stoner and Spider all killed at other times. I am the only one left standing. Also to Mr. Double's father, Allen, who flew an EC-47. May they all RIP! To the many vets who have read my stories, I salute you! You are the best and this feeble old body loves you all!

Absent Companions! Less We Forget! Harley589

Chapter 1

The moving van pulled up just across the street. The blue house had stood empty; the homeowner a causality of the world wide recession. It wasn't as bad here in Canada as the tens of thousands right across the States due to the subprime mortgage rip off. The fat cat criminals got richer, without facing charges, while people lost their homes and possessions and the economy crumbled. At least the Canadian economy, due to better banking controls and more prudent policies, wasn't devastated like their southern neighbor. Employment was already recovering and the debt being reduced. Still, the problems in the south were having an impact up here.

There are a ton of fuckups for ordinary people to face in this world Scott Grant mused. He was sitting out on his front porch taking in a bit of sun, sucking back a couple of cold beers. Yeah, the kingpins fuck over the little guy all the time. He noticed that gloomy reflective thoughts seem to occupy his mind more and more these days. Shit there wasn't much else to do since his body started to deteriorate several years before.

Scott was a big man. Even with his spinal problems, heart and lungs both shot, he could still stand straight, with a cane, at 6'2". He weighed in at 280 pounds but seemed to carry the weight fairly well although, since he couldn't exercise any more, he had a spare tire. His head was shaven bald, wore glasses and he sported a mustache and goatee. His body was getting frail very early at 59, but he could be a very mean SOB if needed.

Scott's good buddy, Ted, had told him about some drug dealers who were threatening a friend called Lou because he had called the cops. The three brothers had responded by smashing his car windshield and headlights the next morning. The guy was 70 yrs old, for fuck sake. Those drug dealers, who were threatening Lou, a few years ago, certainly found out just how bad ass Scott could be.

A few hours of recce and he was ready for a nocturnal mission. He grinned as he remembered the shocked looks, on the three faces, as he took them apart with his bare hands and feet. One guy had a baseball bat. No prob! He took it away from him then broke both of the guy's arms and legs! Lou told Ted the next day that the Fire Department, ambulances and several police cars screamed to the scene at just after 3am. Ted didn't tell Lou he had a pretty good idea what had happened. He brought it up to Scott the next day but all he got was a smile and a wink in response to his question. The cops didn't bother trying to find the 'lone' perp as they knew these scumbags! One cop was heard to say that he wouldn't really want to run into the guy anyway.

Scott was a vet, having left Canada back in mid '69 and volunteered to fight the godless commies in the place called Nam. 40,000 good Canadian boys did that to help out their best neighbors. He remembered coming back, getting off the plane in Montreal and having dog shit and piss thrown at him by a bunch of fucking long haired hippies. What a fucked up clueless bunch of bastards! One of the security guards, a WW2 vet, told him they were a mixture of American draft dodgers and the rest were Frogs.

He sure as fuck couldn't fit into his old uniform but it hung there proudly with the gold on black Ranger patch adorning the shoulder. Yeah, he was a real bad ass back in the days. He had fond memories of his five man squad, the other four dead now. God rest them.

A luxury car pulled up into the vacant driveway next to the moving van. Four Asian looking people got out all talking excitedly. A man in his 40s, a highly attractive woman, certainly no more than 35 and two young girls The oldest could possibly be 11 or 12 and the smallest a couple of years younger. They were beautiful, long black hair and slender brown skinned bodies. The older one was just blossoming into what would become a very attractive woman like her mother. Her small breasts pushed out against her summer smock. The smallest one, another cutie hadn't shut up since getting out of the car. The sight of the two young girls made his cock twitch.

Holy fuck, they were speaking Vietnamese! He certainly wasn't fluent in the language, but had enough to get by; you know, buy a beer, get directions and make a deal for some pussy. Of course, like in any war zone, the indigenous population quickly learned enough English to make a few bucks!

"Hey GI! You want fuckee pussy. My sister she 10. She virgin Joe! I swear she give Joe good time!"

Geez his cock was getting hard remembering lots of fuckee back then as he watched the two beauties across the street.

Chapter 2

Linh Huong told the girls to settle down as he rounded the corner of the house to begin giving directions to the moving men. Lan, the 31 year old mother, was a very lovely and graceful woman which was a common trait in their country. Her oldest daughter, now becoming a young woman, Anh, just turned 12 and little Lieu was 10. They were great kids, smart and respectful of their elders, just as it should be.

Linh was a senior executive of the Houch Import Company. Vietnam, just like many of the other Pacific Tiger nations, had a thriving economy. He had spent a number of years traveling back and forth to Canada and the States. With his new position, it was determined that his residence should be in the Canada.

Scott sucked back another cold Canadian and watched furniture being moved. The girls were flitting in an out of the house, their short summer dresses showing off lots of pretty coltish legs. He saw Mrs. Cormier saunter over and strike up a conversation with the woman. Mrs. Cormier was the street gossip. She also wanted Scott to fuck her. She had stopped by several times bringing cooking, cakes and other little gifts all the while talking about what a lonely life it was. Geez, he wouldn't fuck the old bitch with someone else's cock!

Mrs. Cormier must have been satisfied with her intelligence gathering mission as she immediately headed over to his porch to make, what he was sure to be, a very accurate report. Within a few minutes, he knew their names, ages, Huong's position in the company and where they had moved from. Fuck me again! Nha Trang, up by Cam Ranh Bay.

He had been transported from Nha Trang once. It was a large airbase with a bunch of C-47 transports, AC-47 gunships, EC-47 'psych ops' planes, two helicopter companies and some ARVN fighter aircraft, at least, when he had gone through. The father of a friend of his had flown an EC-47 out of that base. Darn what was it, Allen, that was his first name, a Major.

Both the AC and the EC had mini-guns and had saved the lives of hundreds of GIs that, at one time or another, gotten into a jam. Cam Ranh on the other hand, was mainly a naval base, huge like the marine base Da Nang to the north.

A couple of hours later the van pulled away. He decided to wander over so he took his trusty cane and crossed the street. Mrs. Huong greeted his knock on the open door. He bowed in the traditional greeting which brought a lovely smile across her face. The girls immediately joined her and the father must have been in the back as he didn't show up. Scott spoke a few words of greeting, in Vietnamese, much to the delight of the two girls.

Being forewarned of their names, he had gone on the internet to find their meaning. Meanings are very important, in that culture, and there are all kinds of superstitions especially in the rural areas. Mrs. Huong made the introductions. She was called Lan.

"Greetings 'Orchid'." He said and bowed. There was a gasp from all three.

The oldest girl bowed and said she was Anh.

"So you are 'Brightness' my dear girl!" The smile she gave almost knocked him over.

The smaller one was practically jumping and clapping her tiny hands.

"Sir, I am Lieu."

He laughed then said, "I can see that you are the 'Graceful Dancer' by the way you are hopping around."

The three females clapped in glee. Mrs. Huong bowed and asked him in to meet her husband. The girls ran ahead and it was evident they wanted to let their father know of his knowledge of Vietnamese customs.

The man was named Linh.

"You are called after one of the great Presidents of the United States, Abe Lincoln."

Mr. Huong smiled and bowed. "You are correct Mr. Grant. I was born in '68 just outside Nha Trang when the Americans were there trying to protect us."

For whatever reason, Scott made no mention of his being a vet only that he had been to Nam many years before.

"I know this is a very busy time for you. I would be delighted to entertain you for dinner. Give me a couple of hours and we can dine on some good Alberta beef BBQ."

The Huongs tried to gracefully say they couldn't impose but it was also evident that the two girls were very intrigued by this man. They said they would be over at 5 as he had suggested.

Chapter 3

It was a nice meal and short chat afterwards. They gave their thanks and said that there was still so much to be done before they could retire for the evening. The girls had spotted his pool and he caught their glances. He told the parents that any or all of them were welcome to use it at anytime. Little Lieu was almost hopping again at this invitation. They said their thanks and goodbyes. Scott was startled when the two girls gave him kisses.

He lay in bed that night flashing back to 40 yrs ago. The Whump! Whump! Whump! of Huey blades cutting the air. Hours and hours spent in enemy territory trying to be as stealthy as possible. Ambushing small numbers of the enemy, the quick slice of the blade through the trachea or up into the base of the brain. Quiet, effective and a real torment to the enemy who would find their dead and no trail! The gallons of blood that had flowed over these hands in the 237 days he was in the bush! He knew every one that he killed, whether it was by knife, his favorite weapon, by his sniper rifle or the fairly new M16. The dead were a pretty high figure for just one guy, almost 100, 8 in one night on that last mission.

Fuck, it was so long ago. A war the fucking politicians didn't want them win as fast as they could have. No matter what the stupid media and the talking heads said, they DIDN'T lose it. North Vietnam SUED for peace in '73. POWs were released and the troops came home. Less than a year later, those nice little North Vietnamese soldiers poured across the border once again and ravaged the South, killing tens of thousands of civilians until they reached Saigon in the spring of '75. Fuck, you stupid media assholes, you can't LOSE a war if you are already gone two years before! Stupid fucks! You didn't show the mounds of civilian bodies those nice little Northern fuckers, who Jane Fonda posed with in a NVA fucking uniform, left in their murderous wake.

Yeah, those commies really wanted peace all right. You didn't cover the fact that the slimy little fuckers spent a whole damn month arguing how fucking big the negotiating table should be and how many would be allowed to sit there. They walked out more than a dozen times, but of course, it was the war mongering Americans trying to destroy this peaceful destitute nation of hard working people according to the leftist media!

The Commies played to the stupidity of the media and the anti-war people. Those morons licked up every drop of their propaganda, yet not once said anything about the North breaking the Peace Agreement and the absolute horrendous slaughter that followed.

The rage subsided and he finally fell asleep thinking of fuckee fuckee with the two little darlings across the street.

Chapter 4

"Mr. Grant. I am terribly embarrassed that my two daughters are not behaving as they usually do. The excitement of our move here to Canada seems to have made them a little frisky as you people say. They want to take you up on your most gracious offer of using the pool. My husband and I are trying to get straightened away as he must fly back home in just a couple of days for business meetings."

"Mrs. Huong, I am sure that we are going to be good neighbors. They can come at anytime, with your permission of course. I am delighted to have such beautiful company."

Mrs. Huong thanked him and took her leave. The two young darlings stood there in the hallway with towels wrapped around their bodies. He led them through the house, pausing in the kitchen to grab a cold beer and went out back. Scott pointed to the pool.

"Okay, Brightness and Graceful Dancer, go to it!"

The girls squealed in delight, dropped their towels and jumped into the water. Scott was a little disappointed that they wore such modest suits however their now wet covering showed delightful curves. He drank his beer and watched them play. His mind drifted back.

"You want fuckee GI? She give you cherry. Have ass if you want. It be good fuckee!"

The squad had been 9 straight days out of the Highlands, about 40 miles from Hue, with a handful of Montagnard tribesmen. They were following a tip about a large weapons cache off the Ho Chi Minh trail. There was some imagining provided by an O-1 Grumman Mohawk, a fantastic aircraft. The cache was in the fucking A Shau valley! Nice spot for a tour surrounded by hundreds of Charlie!

No way to chopper in if you wanted surprise; you had to take a 'walk', a very careful, slow, quiet walk. The Calv and others were always choppering company and larger unit sizes into the bush and wondering why they didn't achieve surprise! It was like a fucking blonde joke! They passed near an abandoned Green Beanie camp that had been overrun a few years ago. Bunch of good guys killed there but they took a pile of those godless bastards with them!

Off in the distance, standing like a lone sentinel, was Hill 937. A few months previously the 101st had attacked a large contingent of NVA that had well concealed and elevated positions. That battle lasted 10 days, with a loss of 70 Airborne and almost 400 wounded. More than 700 enemy bodies were found. It became known as 'Hamburger Hill'!

Scott (Harley) had quickly been elevated to the point position for the squad, the most dangerous. Doc was picking up the slack. In fact, Scott was point for fucking near 95% of the time in country! They made a couple of successful ambushes, setting a bunch of bobby traps, finding and blowing the dump, grabbed a couple of prisoners and yelling for a couple of slicks to pick them up.

Yeah, he could do with some fuckee!

Dog, Doc and Spider had grabbed a bus to some place just out side Hue. For whatever reason, he just didn't want to go although he felt he should look after Dog. Who am I fucking kidding? I'm the youngest guy on the squad even though I'm senior to Dog. He came in two weeks after me. Stoner was with him this time. The guy would be killed, on the very next mission, but he didn't know it that night.

Deal made and he took the hand of a 12 or 13 yr old girl into the little cubicle. Fuck, you dumbass, get a rubber on! Fucking VD around here would rot the cock off a water buffalo. Virgin, sure she was, she had fucked half a damn division, probably started whoring when she was seven!

He sat on the edge of the little cot with only a candle lighting the room. She looked pretty good considering the life she led. Her teeth were good, which was a surprise, soft skin and such lovely little tits. There was a soft covering of hair over her well used little cunt. She grinned at him. "You good guy Joe! I love you, give you good fuckee!"

She gripped his latex covered cock and began jacking him off. He rubs those sweet little tits feeling her softness. He tweaked her nubs as she worked on him. A couple of minutes of this and he forced her little head down and pushed his cock into her vacuum like mouth. Fuck, Mr. Hoover, I just met the person you had design your fucking vacuum cleaner! Fuckin 'A'! She bobbed her head up and down like a sewing machine needle. Fuck, it's a Singer!

He was laughing, in his head, trying to blot out all the blood that covered his fatigues and hands when he had crawled out of that Huey. Shit, the last little fucker he killed couldn't have been any older then this girl. Probably some young village kid the Cong had conscripted or they would blow his family away! Well, the kid had an AK swinging towards him when Scott deflected it, grabbed him and cut his throat!

He picked her little body up and placed her on the cot. Fuck this; I don't want to see her face. He flipped her over and made her get on all fours. She thought he wanted her ass and she reached back and spread her little cheeks. Naaa, he put his cock up against her pussy entrance and pushed right in to the hilt. Cherry! Fuck me gently; you could put a howitzer up that pipe baby! He didn't care. It was hot and female and that's all that mattered. He started moving his hips like it was his last day on earth. Shit, it just might be!

He was going deep and hard. He wanted to bust his load and he didn't care if he was like a bull. He was fucking paying, wasn't he? She was faking all the moans and groans but he didn't care. Harder and harder he lunged, driving the little girl higher on the cot until her head was banging against the wall! She was pushing back with her hips while her hands were on the wall, trying her best to stop from having her head squashed.

"Joe, you hurt Joe!"

He didn't pay any attention. He was a horny 17 yr old that had seen so much death and destruction in the past couple of months; he just couldn't give a fuck. He needed release and he needed it now! Faster and faster he went as she started to curse on him. He didn't understand exactly what she was saying but knew she wasn't quoting the bible.

"Geez, fuck, shit! I'm cumming you little bitch! Ahhhhhhhh fuck, yesssssssssssssssss!"

He wished that he didn't have to use a rubber. He wanted to feel his cum splash up her hole, feel her wetness and just drain himself. He drained alright, into the bulb on the end of the fucking condom. It was relief but not really what he wanted.

"Mr. Grant. Mr. Grant." The fog cleared and the flashback receded.

"What?" He asked as he focused in on little Lieu.

"You were shaking and moaning. Is something wrong?"

There was a genuine look of concern on her little face.

"Aaahhh it was nothing, Graceful Dancer." He said. She giggled and smiled when he used the meaning of her name.

"Anh and I wondered if you wanted to come in with us. We like you Mr. Grant." She giggled again.

What the hell he thought. "I'll get my trunks and join you."

He went inside to change as Lieu jumped back in the water.

Chapter 5

Scott had to walk with a cane however he was pretty well like a fish in the water as there was no real pressure on his spine. He just had to be careful not to overexert his heart and lungs. The girls were eagerly awaiting his return and clapped when he got in with them. They were like two playful otters swimming around, pushing him, and trying to dunk him while quickly scooting away so he wouldn't do the same to them. It was fun, so carefree and he loved their attention. They were also teasing, little Lieu a couple of times tried to yank down his trunks. He caught Anh and his hand was on that pert little butt. She looked at him and giggled not seeming to mind his touch at all. He squeezed and she laughed quickly getting out of reach.

Their suits were modest but Anh had a pair of breasts that pushed out her top and there was indication that she was aroused from all this horseplay as her nipples poked through the wet cloth. Lieu was a delight. A preteen just ready to blossom, her perky little nips also showed. She loved coming up from behind and pressing her little body against him.

They started the game of letting him pick them up and throw them as far as he could, not much distance now as strength was limited. Of course, this allowed him to touch all parts of their bodies in a seemingly innocent way. They knew exactly what he was doing and not once offered any complaint. On the contrary, they seemed to relish the contact. He was no handsome young stud and didn't understand, but he wasn't going to pass up this momentary gift.

Once, he took a chance and had his big hands firm on Anh's lovely pair as he picked her up for a throw. He squeezed hard just before letting her go. When she surfaced, she smiled at him and quickly said something to her little sister in Vietnamese. Lieu giggled and when it was her turn, the little devil took his hands and put them right over her nipples!

Geez, he was getting to feel titties, pussy and butts for almost an hour. He had a hardon and didn't even try to hide it. The girls knew it and he lost count of the times little hands brushed, even, squeezed the tent in his trunks. He finally came! Fuck, thede little beauties are something else!

He suggested that they get out of the pool, dry off and he would take them for ice cream. He had them go into the downstairs washroom while he laboriously climbed the stairs to his own quarters. Soon going to have to get a single story house, he though for the thousandth time. He placed his cum soaked trunks in the laundry basket, cleaned up and got dressed. He took two of his t-shirts downstairs where the sisters were standing, now looking dry and beautiful.

"I don't know if your mom would like having you go out in your swimsuits besides they are still a bit wet. Here are two shirts for you to put on."

Anh said something in their language and the two of them went back into the washroom. They quickly returned with their wet towels and suits in their little hands. Lieu had that so delightful impish grin on her face as she saw that I realized they were naked underneath my shirts that covered them like a tent.

We got in my SUV and went to an ice cream parlor. Evidently the choices here were far greater than back in Nam. They both tried flavors they had never experienced before. We sat out at a little picnic table and had a great chat. For whatever reason, maybe just because I knew the meaning of their names, I continued to call them Brightness and Graceful, they had taken a shine to me.

We went home and the still excited preteens asked if they could visit again. I told them anytime.

"We will get your shirts back right away," Graceful Dancer (Lieu) said. They ran across to their home giggling all the way.

Chapter 6

I figured that I must rest after all the exertion and, of course, my cum, so I sat in the big chair. About 40 minutes later, there was soft knock on the door. I expected to see one of the girls but it was their mother Lan.

She was wearing a toga style sarong that showed her stunning legs plus plenty of cleavage with her braless firm breasts. Lan had her hair piled up and looked smashing. I somehow didn't think that she was straightening up her house dressed like this. She took my breath away! She politely giggled at my look and dropped jaw.

I invited her in to the living room and offered her a drink which she politely refused. She held a bag out to me. Inside were the two shirts, pressed and folded.

"I have a steamer machine so they are quite clean."

I almost blurted out that I wish she hadn't as I would have been able to savor any smell of their little bodies.

"You didn't have to go to all that trouble. They are a couple of old ones. I just wasn't sure if you wanted the girls downtown in their suits."

"That was thoughtful and very perceptive of you."

"Your English is excellent! How and where did you learn?"

"My husband has been working for his company even before we were married. Somehow he envisioned that one day we would be coming to North America either here or America. He arranged for a tutor for me and when the girls were born, they started lessons once they reached the age of two."

They had a great chat. Scott learned several things. Even with the so called Commie classless society, the class structure still existed in Nam as it had for centuries. As Linh Huong advanced in position and wealth, his social circle became ever smaller which also affected the family especially the girls. The delightful girls had very few friends and for security reasons, because Linh spent so much time overseas, they were not allowed out on their own. Lan had been married at 19 with Linh being 12 years her senior. Shee spent a considerable time alone because of his late working hours and numerous lengthy overseas trips.

Geez, he thought, this gorgeous woman is lonely for crying out loud. She's probably the Asian equivalent of a trophy wife.

Lan's deep brown eyes seemed to twinkle as if reading his thoughts.

"The girls already think of you as a very special uncle. They are delighted in your openness and generosity. I do believe that little 'Graceful Dancer' already has a crush on you!" She finished this with a delightful, musical sounding laugh.

"Uncle, he roared with amusement, I'm old enough to be their grandfather! Lan, they are very special beautiful young girls and I think both will grow up to be as lovely and charming as their mother."

Lan laid a soft hand on his. "We learn very young that age doesn't matter. It is what is in the heart and mind that makes a person. They think you are special and so do I."

His cock twitched at her soft, very warm touch. They talked for a few more minutes and Lan said that she was going back to prepare a stir fry and he would be most welcome to join them.

Both girls tried to get every bit of his attention at the meal and for the hour that he stayed after. Once, it seemed that Linh admonished the girls and their antics subdued considerably. Lan also gave him plenty of attention. Shit, three absolutely Fuckin A lovely females.

Chapter 7

Scott lay in bed thinking about all three as he stroked his cock. He could still feel Anh's hard small tits in hands. The shadows closed in after he came.

They were back in the fucking A Shau, such a beautiful valley but lethal. They staged from the A Shau Green Beanie camp and were coordinating with 3rd squad, plus an element of a group called Tiger Force, highly experienced guys from the 1/137th of the 101st Airborne. These guys were just as adept as the Rangers for operating deep in enemy territory. All in all, 47 guys, well spread out, in small squads, taking a walk towards the Ho Chi Minh Trail. The mission was to report on enemy movements, call FAC (Forward Air Controllers) flying around in the Mohawks and Bird Dogs. They could call in fast movers (jets) to tear up any large formation or vehicle targets.

By early '70, hundreds of small villages had been emptied as part of a pacification program. These people were moved to larger areas where they could be better protected. Yes sir, protect them, but they had to leave their land and livelihood. There were still dozens of villages that resisted the ARVN (South Vietnamese Army) attempts to make them move. These people usually suffered.

They worked their way up past Kon Tom, the destroyed Con Tom, almost in the shadow of Hamburger Hill and around Ale Ninh. They saw the sickening evidence of a massacred village on the fourth day. Scott couldn't remember the name of the little village even though the guys had been through there before. There had been just over one hundred people several weeks ago. They went in flanking with a squad from Tiger Force and 3rd squad.

There, at the entrance was something seen too many times in this fucking war. Nine poles stood in the ground. On the top of the sharpened ends were nine male decapitated heads! They knew this would be the village Headman and any other important or educated person in the village. Scott's stomach churned and he seethed with rage. The fucking Commies made it their GOAL to target civilians. This wasn't collateral damage by a bomb or artillery round falling short. These poor people were the targets! Where were the fucking anti-war protesters now or their talking head movie stars?

Inside they found destruction and grief. The few remaining survivors, just over a dozen, slowly came out of hiding. A woman, who had been brutally raped, held a child who had been disemboweled. The mother's wails filled the empty village. Doc took the woman, wrapped the dead child in his poncho, and then along with Spider, went to have a burial.

"You guys better get some help, the Tiger Force 2nd Louie said softly, there are going to be lots of graves to dig. There were 38 bodies, mostly older females and children. Each had been shot several times or hacked apart with a machete. Blood and gore covered most of the village. We knew that the Cong had taken any young men, boys as young as 10, to fight for the glorious cause. It was either that of be shot right there!

Young females were also taken as the Cong left. These tiny girls would serve like pack mules having to carry weight up to a hundred pounds day in and day out. Their other 'duty' was to give 'comfort' to the brave fighters. They spend most of their nights, after their grueling hard days, on their backs getting fucked over and over again. Time and time again, we came across their wasted dead bodies on the Trail. No, the fucking media and those cursed hippies didn't want to know about that either!

The 2nd Louie was on the radio calling his battalion HQ. The light Colonel at Battalion had gone ballistic calling the 101st HQ and demanding that the media come see this terrible atrocity, one of hundreds committed by both the Cong and NVA. Not one, not one fucking media asshole would bother! Fuck, when 'Pinkville' the later used code name for the My Lai massacre happened, they were there in droves, front page in almost every paper and magazine in the world. Lead story on the TV news for a week!

This here wasn't done by Americans. It was the lovely sweet communists who must have made a mistake. They were on the side of the poor peasants, weren't they? Hey, Calley and his crew got what they deserved. They were rightly arrested after the My Lai incident, court marshaled and imprisoned! These Cong fuckers would be given medals as heroes in the war against the war mongering Americans. Fucking bullshit!

Chapter 8

We were heading back when it happened. Just two days left and Spider, our tunnel man, found a spider hole. These things sometimes led to massive underground complexes that held a hundred or more Charlie, arm caches, HQs, hospitals, you name it. They were so deep and well constructed that even B-52 raids didn't do a thing!

You had to get down and dirty, crawl in there to see if it was just a spider hole or led to something bigger. Spider was getting his gear off when Stoner said that he wanted to try one. That was not the way things were usually done. Each guy had a specialty and a backup or two. I was point, sniper and my backup was comms. You didn't take the specialty position from the expert if that guy was still able to handle it. For whatever reason, Doc let him go.

Stoner, had a small light, his knife, .45 with an extra mag and a very long thin rope attached to his left foot. He crawled headfirst into that narrow hole. The rope slowly paid out through Scott's hands. Several minutes later, the rope stopped. The squad waited, knowing that Stoner might have discovered or heard something. Yet, there were no signal tugs. Scott tugged four times and waited. He tugged four more times and waited again. Spider went to take off his gear. Scott put his hand out.

"I'm going down. You're going to Da Nang next week to teach this stuff to a bunch of cherries. They need your knowledge. I doubt if you are going to be able to help Stoner now."

"Harley's right Spider. We know something ain't right. Harley, you ain't been down before. You sure?" It was Dog speaking up. Dog and Doc agreed as Scott stripped off his pack and webbing. With just knife and light in his hands, he slipped into a tunnel for the very first time. It was a tight slow crawl, all the while wondering what happened to Stoner and was he going to see daylight again.

He came up against Stoner's boots! He shone the very weak light over the still body. Aw FUCK! Stoner had broken the number one rule; don't touch a fucking thing unless you know EXACTLY what's going on. Embedded in the side of his head was a punji stake! It was a bobby trap. Scott tried to figure out how it was tripped. The light showed a dead cobra just a few feet ahead of Stoner's outstretched hand. Scott could make out a thin wire wrapped around the snake and back to a device that had been lightly covered. The spring had driven the stake into Stoner's head as he tried to toss the snake's body ahead of him, just like Charlie had planned it.

Scott paced his head in his hands and whispered a prayer for Stoner and his high school sweetheart, now fiancée, Patty, who would have to grieve the loss of her intended. He gave signal tugs and the rope came taunt. He back pedaled the best he could while helping to drag Stoner's body. It took a lot longer to get out then it did going in. Doc and Dog pulled his out by his feet and then the four of them removed Stoner's body and they made a stretcher with their ponchos and a couple of small tree trunks. This was not a good place for a dustoff so they carried him all the way to camp.

3rd squad caught up with them as did one of the Tiger Force squads. They provided the eyes and ears cover so Scott, Dog, Spider and Doc could carry the body without worrying about ambush. It was a heavy hearted group that was met by their Company CO who had just flown in from Hue.

They were even more pissed off when they heard what had happened to the light Bird from the 101st who had been calling for the media. The light Colonel was told, right from MACV, that he should be a good boy. They didn't want to upset the media people who were on our side, weren't they?

Look, there were some good media people, like Joe Galloway, who was with Hal Moore in the I Drang in the first big battle between Americans and the NVA. He assisted Moore in writing 'We Were Soldiers' which became a movie. Trouble was Galloway and guys like him were scarce as hen's teeth!

Chapter 9

Dog and Scott had a very bad habit of pulling some pretty astounding pranks on some of the brass. They spent more than a few days off in the brig. That happened to lots of special ops guys. It was a tense hard time out in the fucking bush. They were wired different and camp wasn't their normal cup of tea. It was the bush or pussy or even bush on a pussy!

Dog and Scott hitched a transport to Saigon for three days. It was I & I time. Civilians think this is R&R but it's really I & I, Intoxication and Intercourse. Sometimes equal amounts of both but who gives a fuck. There must have been a million fucking bars and whorehouses in Saigon. There were also hordes of 'White Mice'. These were the Vietnamese Military Police. They wore white helmets, hence the name. They were always a pain in the fucking ass; you kept an eye open for their sneaky ways.

Dog and Scott were drowning their grief over Stoner in one of the nude bars. Nude dancers and waitresses were glad to serve you drinks, do a dance, sit on your lap, or better yet, take your money for a quick fuckee! Each of them had a naked young girl on their laps, slugging back the brew, fondling tits and cunts while these cuties were trying to get them out to cots in the back as quick as possible. They were probably 15 or 16, who knows? Look, lots of guys will tell you that both Vietnamese and Thai women are among some of the most beautiful in the world.

"Yes baby, let's go fuckee! I'm tired of watching that LA Latino get drunk. Come on Dog, ain't you got a dick?"

Dog just told him to fuck right off then spun his girl around and started biting her nipples right at the table. Well, Charlie Fucking Chan came over and told them they must go in the back. Scott let go of his little blossom, grabbed the drunk fuck Dog and threw him over his shoulder. Scott walked in the back, staggering as he went, with the two girls following. He took Dog's wallet, paid the girl her money and made Dog put a rubber on. He kept Dog's wallet with him as Dog wouldn't be the first GI ever rolled in a situation like this.

Scott and his little blossom went into the next little cubicle and he got naked, paid the girl and rolled on a rubber.

She started kissing all over his body cooing, "You like me Joe. Good fuckee, you see Joe. You cum hard Joe!"

He was going to cum hard alright. He wasn't that drunk, yet anyway, and planned to make it last longer than when he last had his ashes hauled. He put her head down on his cock making her suck him.

He yelled out to Dog to make sure everything was okay out there and that some black pajama clad fucker hadn't sneaked in a slit his throat. He got a growl back from Dog so his knew the little 5' 7" ball of fire Latino was okay. They were like Mutt and Jeff with Scott being seven inches taller than his best bud!

His little blossom had her mouth full while working on his ball sack. She was a pro, stroking the part of his cock not in her mouth. Time was money, for the girls, the faster they got rid of one, the quicker they got to pick up the next GI.

Scott placed his hand on top of her head pushing down so that she would take his cock into her throat. She didn't resist and she was expecting it. He could hear groans from over Dog's way. He must be eager to fuck the girl and get back to drinking. Shit they would drink and fuck all night anyway before staggering back to the transient barracks.

Geez, this felt good he thought. Wish to hell I didn't have this rubber boot on. I want to really feel that tongue working over the head of my cock! His head hung back, his eyes closed savoring the feeling of her ministrations.

Shit, what nice tits as he played with the small globes his thumbs rubbing hard nipples. He played with them as her head bobbed up and down. He let her keep doing it knowing she must be getting pissed that he didn't blow and she would have to fuck him after all.

He picked her up and put her on the small cot on her hands and knees. Scott gave her two swats across the butt and grinned as he said, "Ass!"

The girl resigned herself to an ass fuck reached back and pulled her cheeks apart.

He placed the head of his rubber covered cock tight against her bum hole that had cum flakes around it. Probably got a gallon inside too, he thought to himself and he pushed in. Shit, I should have tied a board across my ass so I won't fall in there. He had buried his cock to the hilt, in one stroke, like a hot knife through butter.

She started her false moans right away, pushing her little hips back as he leisurely fucked her ass, no haste this time. He grinned at her faking. Scott was only 18 but he sure knew what a woman in real heat sounded like. Long slow strokes, back and forth, back and forth. He knew she was getting real pissed now by the way she was pushing her hips back like a jackhammer. He had already taken almost twice as much time as she had judged.

Scott heard Dog roar next door as he blew his load. Scott was glad for the little guy. Outside of Scott, Dog's other main buddy had been Stoner. A couple of minutes later Dog pushed back the curtain.

Chapter 10

"You got my wallet Harley?"

Scott said he did.

"You gonna fuck that bitch all night or are we gonna drink some more?"

"Fuck it Madd Dog, I'm just taking my time. The A Shau ain't going anywhere without us."

"Shit Harley, that little slut does look better than the one I had."

"You still got some left, you little Latino runt?"

"Fuck you Harley, you fucked up Crazy Canuck. Volunteering when it wasn't even your fight."

"Stop talking politics, you little shithead. Can't you see I'm up a hole here as deep as the Grand Canyon?"

Dog laughed and started to shucks his pants. "Let's share Harley."

The girl started to protest but Harley gave her another good swat across her butt.

"Give her some more money before she screams to Charlie Chan and he gets the White Mice."

Madd Dog did as Scott suggested throwing the money down in front of the girl's face.

"You guys good GIs. Good fuckee okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, good fuckee," Dog parroted.

"Put on another rubber, you shithead!" Scott admonished his best pal with a smile.

Dog did so and Scott moved back pulling the girl with him so that Dog could get underneath.

Dog got inside the girl's pussy and you would swear he was a hydraulic piston.

"Hey, I thought you Latino guys were supposed to be great lovers. Fuck, Dog, you're probably gonna cum in 10 seconds flat!"

Dog just grinned at his best buddy and kept up the pace. The girl now had two hard big cocks in her body but was not in one bit of discomfort. She wiggled and pushed and moaned, happy now that Dog had given her more money, actually more than she would have charged.

The two buds were fucking this teen now with every ounce of their strength as Scott had decided he wanted to finally dump his load.

Dog roared as he came for the second time in the past hour.

"Wahoooooooooooooo! Yeah you little slut. Good fuckee, good fuckee."

"What's with this wahooo shit? You're from LA not Texas!" Scott was laughing at the look on Dog's face. He was still shaking his head at his little bud when the dam burst.

"Holy fuck and cockroaches..... Yeah! Yeah! Cummmmmmmmmminnnnng Dog, I 'm cummmmmmmmmminnnnnggggggg, holy fucking shit!"

It was a full load and he was only too happy to do it two more times that night with other girls. Dog and Scott left the club, holding on to each other, two best buds in a fucked up dangerous world.