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This 9 part series contains sexual situations and is not suitable for minors. --------------------- from Kristen's collection -------------------------- ***************************************************************************** With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution *** PROLONG *** This is a military story. No, it is not a war story. It is the story of the men and women who fought past battles. It is also the story of the men and women who will be asked to fight future battles and while the shame caused by the "Tailhook" scandal still haunts the proud history of this nation's warriors, let us not forget where we would be without them. Most of the characters portrayed here are military personnel or their spouses and children. All of them are warriors to some extent and give up a little of their everyday freedom in order for you to get your full share. Violent death does not distinguish between the barbarian or the native savage conquering new territory, the medieval knight fighting for the word of God, or the politically correct warrior among us and for some war never ends. ****************************************************************************** ***** C H A P T E R T W O ***** After returning to the patio and finishing work on the hot tub, Gary spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening unpacking his belongings and figuring out what needed to be done to the house to get it in ship shape condition. In other words, what did he have to do to get young women eager to visit his bachelor pad ? The view of the Las Vegas valley would be enough for most and then.....well, Gary very rarely had trouble getting in their knickers. His meager household goods, which included his stereo, big screen TV and VCR, would arrive on Friday. He'd make do until then with a futon and some pots and pans that he borrowed from family services on base. He treated himself to a strong Jack Daniel's on the rocks and spent a half hour or so in the hot tub, trying to suppress fantasies about fucking the young ladies he spied this afternoon. He retired rather early and during the night was treated to a dream he hadn't had for several years now. Most of us would call it a nightmare.......... ### Spring 1972 ### He was flying in the dark skies over the town of Loc Ninh. The night skies were alive with the flashes of artillery and small arms. There was activity in all quadrants around the town. The North Vietnamese had just crossed the border that evening and were starting the Spring offensive of 1972. Gary had been on the evening alert pad with his best buddy, "Peaches." Gary and "Peaches" had arrived in country together as lieutenants in the Fall of 1971 and had now progressed to where both of them were flight leads. It was just luck of the draw that found them flying together on this particular evening. The initial skirmishes that started the Spring offensive fooled almost everyone and it wasn't until after dark that the gravity of the situation became apparent to Vietnamese forces and the Americans who supported them. It was about an hour after sunset when Gary and "Peaches" were first scrambled off of the alert pad. As soon as they checked in with the forward air controller (FAC) they knew that this was not going to be the usual run of the mill air strike. In the next half hour they yanked and banked their Dragonfly's around the skies over the military compound just North of the town of Loc Ninh. The compound was surrounded by North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars. The artillery was deadly, landing in all parts of the compound. Hundreds of mortar rounds made the compound a killing ground. They listened as the FAC communicated with the ground commander. The FAC then relayed his request to Gary and "Peaches." Both of them were flying lower and lower to ensure that their ordinance did not fall among friendly troops. It was during one such low pass that Gary heard the request from an American advisor to drop their napalm on the headquarters building as the NVA were coming down the hallways. The Vietnamese and Americans inside the headquarters were protected as best they could be and after Gary copied the ground commanders initials he directed "Peaches" to attack from the South and Gary would come in from the West. They both doused their lights as they descended to attack altitude. They were going to drop their remaining napalm and head for home for more gas, bombs and bullets. The attack started off pretty well but as Gary pulled off target, just prior to "Peaches" dropping his napalm, he saw 23mm cannon rounds slowly creeping up behind his wingman's airplane. He screamed for "Peaches" to break but it was too late. Two or three of the red glowing golf balls exploded in "Peaches" Dragonfly. The nightmare ends in the usual fashion with Gary watching the fiery explosion of his wingman's aircraft as it cartwheels into the jungle.......... Gary wakes with a start. The sheet he is using is soaked. He can feel sweat rolling down his neck and on to his shoulder. Jesus Christ, he hadn't had that dream in a long while. He must not be getting enough pussy ?! He laughed and got out of bed. He slowly put on his running clothes and made his way to the front door of the house. In the front room he checked his watch and found that it was only 0430. Maybe it would be cool at this time in the morning ? Fat chance. His run through the neighborhood wasn't as bad as he thought it would be but he was pissed he forgot to turn on the hot tub. He remembered an earlier time. It was almost two years now since he been informed that he had been passed over to Lieutenant Colonel and then started the affair with that lieutenant's wife. Shit, it wasn't like the lieutenant was getting the short end of the stick. He was fucking the pants off half the airman in the squadron. His wife just believed in what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Ok ! Maybe Gary helped that along by sympathizing. Aw, hell ! Well, that was then. The hot tub is still warm from the evening before and Gary gets right in. The Western sky has just started to brighten. The Strip is still clearly visible - bright as day. It's almost 0600. Gary pads into the house, starts water for some green tea and jumps back into the hot tub. He preferred the jolt that green tea gave him when compared to the mild high that coffee provided. There was no rush getting to the base. He had just inprocessed last week. Let's see today was Thursday. He had attended orientation yesterday and today was the first day he had to spend in the office. This is the first time in his career, over eighteen years, that he has not been in a flying billet. His boss made that extremely clear yesterday when he stopped by the Range Test Group at Nellis AFB, "Home of the Fighter Pilot." "When you're not flying, you wear the ice cream suit or your class "A" uniform, whichever you prefer, Major." So today he would be wearing his class "A" uniform despite the heat, because with the class "A" uniform he can wear the six rows of ribbons that he is entitled to wear, most of them combat ribbons, quite a few of them earned that night over Loc Ninh, when "Peaches" bought the farm. He'll show this asshole. He can do eighteen months, what he needs to retire, standing on his head. After all he served in the Pacific for almost fifteen years - a tour in Nam and then two remotes to Korea, when remotes really were remote. He'd sandwiched three remotes between tours to the Philippines and Japan. No round-eyed airman running around the base looking for husbands and better yet no wives bored to tears looking for excitement, after all they were in the Pacific. Few morals out there. Although looking back on it, his last remote to Korea in 1982 wasn't too bad - lots of pussy. He hardly ever saw a local girl but did spend a lot of time downtown because that's where he lived. He is still sitting in the hot tub when the girls walk by on their way to the bus stop. "Good morning ladies !" He yells from the hot tub. One of the girls yells back "Hi !" And then all he can hear is muffled conversation as they move away from the patio and down the hill towards the bus stop. He had never seen them and when the noise of their conversation dies down he stands in the hot tub. He's nude. He stares down the hill and can see the little blond gazing back at the patio. He wished she was a little closer then she might be able to see that he was naked. He's pretty sure she's too far away. After the bus picks them up he pads naked into the house and dresses for work. Later that morning he meets his immediate supervisor. Major Cahill explains to the Lieutenant Colonel that his plans are pretty firm - put in his time to retirement and then get out. After leaving his former base in a cloud of scandal; having been caught in the arms, or should I say, between the legs of a lieutenant's wife. He has been moved to a nowhere job that guarantees his continued non-promotion, but at least he'll be able to retire. He was expecting a lecture when he arrived but not from some asshole three years his junior but a lieutenant colonel. His mind drifts back to Wanda and their short marriage. Wanda is the daughter of a retired Colonel. Wanda is a big woman. Maybe big boned is a better description. Just out of college and a war resister. Long dark hair and quite stacked. Gary is just back from Vietnam and on his way to Korea in 1973. He spends a couple of days at Nellis visiting friends. He meets her in the Nellis bar one Friday and they spent the night going from casino to casino until sunrise. The next night Gary takes her out to dinner. They write while he is in Korea and during his R&R in Hawaii, she meets him, staying with some friends of her parents. They went out almost every night. Gary proposed and after a whirlwind engagement they got married when he got back to the states from Korea. "Are you listening to a word I'm saying Major Cahill ?" Lieutenant Colonel Jackson continued with, "I'll go over the most salient points again - the work day starts a half hour before the first check in and ends when the last flight leaves the range. When there is no exercise in progress it's 0730 to 1630 or 1600 if you eat at your desk." "Wildman" figured he'd eat at his desk, once he got his shit together. Back to his desk and Wanda. He took Wanda with him to the P.I. in 1976. He had been there a year and a half while Wanda finished her masters. He hadn't exactly been chaste while he was in the Philippines. In fact he had fucked just about anything that walked. Some married, most not. Wanda, while very uninhibited in bed and not close to a virgin on their wedding night, was somewhat shocked at the partying that would sometimes go on. The stories got around about TDY. That's all the Philippines was - one long TDY. New people coming and going all the time, especially when Cope Thunder cranked up. She had only one real friend in the P.I. and that was Beth Reader. Beth was married to a captain in the other squadron. Soon she was pregnant with their son, Al. Taking care of their son took all her time and often she didn't take care of Gary's needs as she maybe should have. Maybe Gary shouldn't have been running around like he was. It was obvious that sex was the problem and neither of them tried to make it work. The marriage ended when Al was about two and she moved back to the States. He remembers the last straw. Gary, Wanda, Beth and her husband had spent a long weekend away from the base. Just the four of them. No kids. Beth and her husband had two girls. Beth's husband had passed out one afternoon on the beach and Gary tried to coax the girls into going skinny dipping with him. He was real hot for Beth and figured that with a little ginseng he could get both of the girls to go for it and after that....well, who knows ?? The girls both had their tops off and Gary was stripping off his trunks when Wanda got up from the beach and ran back to their room. He couldn't take his eyes off Beth's chest. She had a larger chest than Wanda. Big, firm balloons of flesh, topped with real dark brown areolae about the size of silver dollars and nipples the size of grapes. She had her thumbs in the bottoms of her suit, about to pull them down when she looked up at Gary's cock. He was hard as rock. His cock up against his stomach - the full nine inches, the head like a ripe fruit, an almost purple color. She just stared at his cock and froze. Just then her husband snored real loud and they both covered themselves. The right time never came again for them. The relationship between Wanda and Gary was never the same after that. In about a month, Wanda left for the states with Al; after she caught Gary fucking the shit out of a nineteen year old airman on their patio one night after she had gone to bed. They are still friends. That's why he's here - Wanda and their son live in Las Vegas - she teaches at the university. Lunch time - how time flies when you're having fun !? He had brought his cooler to work and was using his lunch hour to pick up a few things at the commissary. In the Class six store he picked up some ice and a case of beer. While he was standing in line with the ice and beer, he thought he recognized an older man in line in front of him. It was hard to believe. The guy had a pony tail. He couldn't believe it - the guy looked like Willy Tamarack. And when the guy turned around he was sure - it was Willy Tamarack. The only other guys he'd ever met in the service who surfed. "Hey, Malibu !" Gary called. "Yo ! Wildman." Willy returned, "What the hell are you doing here ? I thought you were still up at Hill ?" Wildman had met Willy at that Northern fighter base just before Willy retired and became a civilian. "Well," Gary went on to say, "things didn't quite work out like I figured they would. I thought you were going to move to the coast and fly for some commuter and try to get on with the airlines." "I tried that but like you said, things didn't work out. I'm by myself now...." Willy went on to tell Wildman about the tragic circumstances that took a hold of him after he left the service. The economy turned down so his major airline job flew out the window and then the loss of his family in a terrible auto accident. Gary didn't bother telling Willy about his troubles up North but did manage to ask a few discrete questions about Malibu's current life style. Malibu was the only officer that Gary ever met who had the same attitude about marijuana as Gary did. Gary remembered being TDY the Summer he met Malibu. They were both out by the pool on a rare day off watching the few airwomen they brought with them lounging around in their bathing suits. There was this one airman that Wildman got to know quite well on another trip.....he couldn't remember her name now - Carol something. Well that wasn't important. What was, was the candid conversation Malibu and Wildman had about drugs in general and especially marijuana. Wildman laughed, remembering that Malibu told Gary to give the airmen they were watching a heads up about an upcoming drug test. "What're you laughing at, Wildman ?" Willy asked. Gary went on to tell him and Malibu started laughing himself, saying, "Well, look at me now - a regular hippie with a pony tail. By the way, I've seen Carol Whitouski a couple times in the last year. Lost a little weight and really looks great. We went to Mexico together last Spring and had a great time just fucking around." It was Gary's turn to laugh now as he remembered the time he got real close with Airman Carol Whitouski. God, did that woman have a jungle between her legs. Gary was getting hard thinking about how horny that young airman was. He could well imagine Willy and her literally "just fucking around." Malibu went on talking about the time they scoped out her bush that day at the pool. Boy, was she showing it off that afternoon. Gary couldn't hold back and asked Willy if he remembered what they talked about by the pool. Willy had no problem remembering and said that he got stoned every day, now that he didn't have to worry about random drug tests. Gary didn't hesitate and asked if Willy had some extra that he could buy. Willy burst out laughing and asked how much. Gary said he really didn't know how much he would need. Willy took down Gary's address and told him that he would be over tonight after work and they could talk about it and maybe get high. Sounded good to Gary. Gary arrived back at work about a half an hour late but luckily nobody seemed to care, after all this was a staff job. What couldn't be done today could surely be postponed until tomorrow. He had a hard time concentrating on the work at hand and was soon day dreaming about fucking the neighborhood young ladies. He wondered if he had ever fucked anyone so young ?? Then he remembered Peggy and her daughter Jill. How long ago was that ? Let's see he met Peggy in Korea at her husband's going away sweep. When was that ? He was TDY in Korea. Her husband was the ops officer of a double ugly squadron at the Kun.......... continued in part 3...