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Afghanistan 2014
March 9th 1730 hours
I lay on my cot one arm draped across my forehead, a lit cigarette in my mouth. I was alone so was deciding between goin to our makeshit gym or rubbing one out while I had the chance.
I looked at the only personal thing I brought with me. A photo of an 18 year old blue haired girl looking at a long haired girl with a come fuck me look.
Jesus fuckin Christ I thought. I cant rub one out to my high school girlfriend I was fuckin 30 that would be hella sad. I took my hand out of my underwear and focused on me instead of Rachel.
Ive come a long way from the angry blue haired punk in that photo. She would be in a smash shit up rage if she knew that just over a year after that photo was taken she would enlist in the military police.
Yeah from weed abusing punk in Arcadia bay to Sergeant Chloe Price in Afghanistan. A long fuckin way.
My door opened. Thank fuck I had decided not to touch myself. A soldier I didnt know stuck his head in the door.
“Sergeant Price. Major Wells needs to see you now”
Well shit. This felt scary fuckin like gettin called into the principals office at high school. Fuck.
Five minutes later and Im stood in front of Wells desperately thinking about how I fucked up?
Did he know about the logistics chick I had been banging until last night? What the fuck was her name again? Ah who the fuck cares not like we talked much anyway.
“Price are you awake?”
“Yes sir”
“For the rest of your deployment your squad is going to be hosting a photojournalist, any questions?”
Great a fuckin embed. Like I didnt have enough problems with a new fuckin butterbar to babysit.
“Sir with respect”
“Thats all Price. Max Caulfield will be joining you at 1800”
“Yes sir Thank you sir, just what we need sir”
I could swear his mouth twitched like he was fuckin trying not to smile. Nah Wells never fuckin smiled.
Now I got a new butterbar and a god damn journo to look after.
Probably a overweight 60 year old cunt that would ignore everything I said and do his own fuckin thing.And we are searching the fuckin hajjis tomorrow to make sure theres no insurgents around. Fuckin great timing.
What was I? A soldier or a fuckin babysitter?
When I got back to my quarters I got a nice surprise. A hot as fuck girl with cute freckles was standing in my tent.
And my birthday is not for another two days.
“Sergeant Price?”
she asked.
“Yeah. I usually take a girl for dinner before she gets this close to my bed though”
“ Are you cereal? I hoped that being assigned to work with a female sergeants squad would stop the sexual comments but I guess I was wrong. Im Maxine Caulfield, but I prefer Max”
well fuck. I had just hit on our embed but more importantly she was fuckin beautiful. My guts felt like they were full of fuckin butterflies.
“Fuck you werent what I was expecting. Im sorry Il tone down the flirting” she thanked me and took the cot across from mine.
Guess there are worse sights I could have been waking up to in the mornings. Hope she doesnt fuckin snore.
Glossary:
Butterbar: Second Lieutenant (O-1). (Lieutenant is Pronounced Lootenant by US armed forces or leftenant by british and most of commonwealth armed forces.) Most junior officer rank. Nearly always derogatory
Cot: bed
Embed: civilian usually war correspondant embedded in a military unit for a period of time
Hajji: term for Afghan sometimes derogatory
Makeshit: makeshift but of poor quality