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street the other day.”
I shifted my eyes toward the girl. “Is she sure?”
“Don’t need to ask, she already answered. She’s sure,” he said.
“Vingelli!” I shouted.
Vingelli rushed into the room. “Yes, Staff Sergeant.”
I lowered myself into a crouched position and reached for the girl’s hand. After a few seconds, she reached out and gripped my hand in hers. Her eyes lowered to my free hand, studied it, and slowly shifted back to meet mine.
“Get on the radio and find the LT. I need him in here immediately. And get first and second squad’s leaders in here. I want the entire first squad guarding the front of this house, and the second squad at an oblique to the rear, by the alley. Anyone tries to get in, and I mean anyone , I want them detained. If they oppose, kill ‘em. And no one gets to this girl, is that understood?” I said, attempting to refrain from sounding excited.
“Yes, Staff Sergeant,” he responded.
“And get me as much candy in here as you can,” I said as he turned away.
“Candy. Roger that,” he said.
It sickened me to think of what was currently going on in the country, and what atrocities had been happening for years before our arrival. The ethnic cleansing of families in the north, mass graves filled with women and children, and the torture of civilians for opposing the ideas or actions of savage leaders was common.
The attacks on the United States soil started the war and brought me to Iraq, but as the war progressed and I was exposed to more and more locals, the thought of making the country a better place for people like the three before me was what kept me there. I was quite sure my ideas, beliefs, and mental support system was different than most of the other Marines, but for me, it kept me fighting for something I truly believed in.
***
“With all due respect Lieutenant, I’ve been in this motherfucker since it started. If we don’t get them out of here and protect them, they’ll be killed five minutes after we pull out,” I said.
“We don’t have the ability to protect them,” he said flatly.
“We do have the ability,” I said, raising the tone of my voice slightly. “It appears one of us doesn’t have the desire .”
He shifted his eyes from me to the girl and back. “How do you know she’s telling the truth? She’s what? Ten years old for Christ’s sake?”
“Kids and drunks are the two most truthful motherfuckers on earth, Sir ,” I said.
He pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not a good enough reason.”
I fixed my eyes on his and glared my best don’t fuck with me glare. “I’ve been shot six times. Six, Sir. I’ve survived two bomb blasts, killed four snipers, and fifteen other insurgents who were trying to kill either me or my Marines, while you, Sir, were humping your desk. The only fucking reason I’m standing here alive right now is because I know things other Marines don’t, you included. The girl is telling the god damned truth.”
As he narrowed his eyes the muscles on his jaw flared. “Humping my desk, Staff Sergeant?”
I tightened my jaw and shifted my eyes to meet his.
“That is correct, Sir. Humping your desk. I understand rear echelon Marines are needed, but it’s the front line Marines, Sir, who are required to live and breathe this shit. And no one who’s spent the last five years sitting behind a desk with their cock in their respective hand is going to tell me right from wrong on the front lines,” I said through my teeth.
“War hero or not, Staff Sergeant, I could have you demoted for speaking to me in that manner. I am an officer, and need I remind you, although you are a non-commissioned officer, you are an enlisted Marine, not an officer. You will address me with respect, and you will…”
“How many times have you been shot? How many battles have you fought in? How many Marines did you hold in your arms while you waited one motherfucking minute too long for a Corpsman or a
I shifted my eyes toward the girl. “Is she sure?”
“Don’t need to ask, she already answered. She’s sure,” he said.
“Vingelli!” I shouted.
Vingelli rushed into the room. “Yes, Staff Sergeant.”
I lowered myself into a crouched position and reached for the girl’s hand. After a few seconds, she reached out and gripped my hand in hers. Her eyes lowered to my free hand, studied it, and slowly shifted back to meet mine.
“Get on the radio and find the LT. I need him in here immediately. And get first and second squad’s leaders in here. I want the entire first squad guarding the front of this house, and the second squad at an oblique to the rear, by the alley. Anyone tries to get in, and I mean anyone , I want them detained. If they oppose, kill ‘em. And no one gets to this girl, is that understood?” I said, attempting to refrain from sounding excited.
“Yes, Staff Sergeant,” he responded.
“And get me as much candy in here as you can,” I said as he turned away.
“Candy. Roger that,” he said.
It sickened me to think of what was currently going on in the country, and what atrocities had been happening for years before our arrival. The ethnic cleansing of families in the north, mass graves filled with women and children, and the torture of civilians for opposing the ideas or actions of savage leaders was common.
The attacks on the United States soil started the war and brought me to Iraq, but as the war progressed and I was exposed to more and more locals, the thought of making the country a better place for people like the three before me was what kept me there. I was quite sure my ideas, beliefs, and mental support system was different than most of the other Marines, but for me, it kept me fighting for something I truly believed in.
***
“With all due respect Lieutenant, I’ve been in this motherfucker since it started. If we don’t get them out of here and protect them, they’ll be killed five minutes after we pull out,” I said.
“We don’t have the ability to protect them,” he said flatly.
“We do have the ability,” I said, raising the tone of my voice slightly. “It appears one of us doesn’t have the desire .”
He shifted his eyes from me to the girl and back. “How do you know she’s telling the truth? She’s what? Ten years old for Christ’s sake?”
“Kids and drunks are the two most truthful motherfuckers on earth, Sir ,” I said.
He pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not a good enough reason.”
I fixed my eyes on his and glared my best don’t fuck with me glare. “I’ve been shot six times. Six, Sir. I’ve survived two bomb blasts, killed four snipers, and fifteen other insurgents who were trying to kill either me or my Marines, while you, Sir, were humping your desk. The only fucking reason I’m standing here alive right now is because I know things other Marines don’t, you included. The girl is telling the god damned truth.”
As he narrowed his eyes the muscles on his jaw flared. “Humping my desk, Staff Sergeant?”
I tightened my jaw and shifted my eyes to meet his.
“That is correct, Sir. Humping your desk. I understand rear echelon Marines are needed, but it’s the front line Marines, Sir, who are required to live and breathe this shit. And no one who’s spent the last five years sitting behind a desk with their cock in their respective hand is going to tell me right from wrong on the front lines,” I said through my teeth.
“War hero or not, Staff Sergeant, I could have you demoted for speaking to me in that manner. I am an officer, and need I remind you, although you are a non-commissioned officer, you are an enlisted Marine, not an officer. You will address me with respect, and you will…”
“How many times have you been shot? How many battles have you fought in? How many Marines did you hold in your arms while you waited one motherfucking minute too long for a Corpsman or a
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