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Category: Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Number Ten Thousand.... What passions would make a GI go AWOL in Vietnam? Already at mortal risk in the life and death theatre of a deadly war Johnny has to make a break and desert his post. Why? Only one human emotion could possibly drive a man to make that step... The Cost of Loyalty.... Under threat of Court Martial Rob needs to know what happen to Johnny. He is the only one who can discover the truth...
eBook Publisher: Freya's Bower/Freya's Bower, 2006 Freya's Bower
eBookwise Release Date: May 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [41 KB]
Words: 8264
Reading time: 23-33 min.

"F. Foxx delivers a great pair of stories about love, friendship, and loyalty. The storyline is well thought out and well written... The wartime atmosphere is so excellently described you can almost hear the bullets whizzing by..."--5 Cats from Bella Tyler, Wild Child Publishing

"What an excellent read. I enjoyed this story very much... The knowledge/research of this time is very prevalent while reading--an author who has taken the time to get the facts correct is refreshing..."--5 Champagne Flutes from White Russian, Cocktail Reviews

The air was filled with the unrelenting hissing sound of heavy rain.

Rob sprinted across the open space, slipped at the lip of the trench, and crashed down into the slimy muck at the bottom.

"Fuckin' weather," he spat.

"Buddy, lemme tell you a thing about wet." Johnny raised his voice above the din of the rain, and there was no mistaking the humor. If you happened to be a G.I. stuck at Khe Sanh, you laughed whenever you could. "The rats don't even come out in this," he continued. "An' Charlie can't get a bead on ya."

Rob struggled up against the trench wall next to Johnny. The ankle deep crud made it heavy going. "Hey man, I like it when the rats come. Target practice," he grinned. "You're right about Charlie though."

Both young men turned, squinting beyond the perimeter at the undulating elephant grass stretching towards the hills in the misty distance. Charlie was out there--hundreds, maybe thousands of communist Vietnamese. Waiting for their chance to overrun this base.

"You think this bird's gonna get in?" Rob asked still scanning the country.

Johnny glanced up, blinking as rain streamed into his eyes. "Hard to say. Cloud base is coming and going. Lucky if it's a hundred feet when the mist blows across. Rest o' the time, three maybe four hundred."

The pilot would need only two hundred feet.

"Hope he can make it," he continued. "There's a couple o' guys in bad shape over there," he nodded towards the fighting hole where the medivac team gathered. "They gonna die if they don't get to the hospital soon."

Silently they watched the rain, thinking about the moments ahead when the CH-53 would drop below the clouds. The madness minutes would start. They would struggle to offload and reload the Sikorsky through an insanity of noise, bullets and shrapnel. American casualties and deaths were probable, but the worst time was just before the start. When there was time to think about what might happen, how it might feel if...

"So when you gonna see Georgie again?" asked Rob.

Johnny knew the game. In tense moments, you found something to talk about, home, parents, anything. Whatever it took to get your thoughts away from the action about to start. Rob had chosen the one subject guaranteed to distract him.

Grateful to play, Johnny responded, "Aww. Wish I knew, buddy. Maybe I should ask the major if I can pop over tonight."

She was a few miles away at Con Thien, just next door, but she might as well have been Stateside. Other guys always talked about home. The people there, the things they used to do. Johnny was different. Back home held little for him, getting the draft had been almost a relief. The army had changed him from a do-nothing kid into a man. Vietnam had brought him Georgie.

"Could get the Chevy out of the garage, get over there an' take her to the drive in." Johnny chuckled at his own joke.

The game was working. Three times they'd met and so far they'd never seen a movie together. Here there were other ways to spend time. Just talking together, drinking together, finding comfort in holding one another was way better than any film. His time with her had left him with wonderful memories, her unique gift to him.

"What's showin' then?" Rob expanded the fantasy.

Johnny laughed. "It don't matter. Georgie an' me gonna be too busy in the back seat."

He recalled the feel of her body, the way she moved against him, her moans and gasps as she found satisfaction with him.

"Hey, buddy. Take care now. She's over there at Con Thien, a Donut Dolly, in close confines with all those officers. You know what Red Cross girls are like..."

Johnny cut in before Rob could finish. "You gonna stop bad mouthin' my girl now? You keep that up I'll kick your ass. Don't make me beat you, Robert."

Rob looked at his friend. Johnny was around six inches shorter than he and fifty pounds lighter but the reality didn't matter, it was all about playing the game. "Gee, sorry, man. I didn't know you was gettin' serious now."

Johnny felt the warmth inside. Yep, it was serious. Rob might be right; maybe Georgie was with a different guy every night, maybe she didn't think about him much when he wasn't with her, maybe. But, before he met her, he wasn't good with ladies. Awkward in female company, he'd preferred to keep to himself. She'd loved him, satisfied him. Now he had memories and hopes. Sure it was serious.