Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 18:09:47 -0400
From: Frontrnrusa@netscape.net

Subject: Sand Storm 2005 Part II

Sand Storm 2005 -- Part II
By:  Holloway
Copyright 2005 Holloway

This is a work of fiction with an adult theme.  I look forward to hearing your
thoughts on the story:  Frontrnrusa@netscape.net

	Every fucking patrol something new happens or some new regulation goes
into affect limiting our ability to respond to the enemy timely.  We were told
repeatedly that accidentally killing an Iraqi was bad for relations with the
people of the country.  I thought to myself, bad for them, what about my
brothers whose blood soaks the streets here every night because these so called
nice people continue to blow them and us up.

I know that Corey must get tired of me complaining all the time.  I knew that
every time I wrote him bitching he was nervous about me making it back home.  I
certainly had a lot of time to think about going back home.  Corey already had a
good job with a local law firm, he made more in a month then I made in a year.
When I told him about that he got pissed and said it didn't matter because
everything we had belong to both of us.  I loved Corey and wondered how long he
could be happy with someone like me with only a high school education.  I never
asked him that question I didn't want him upset.  I love Corey with all my heart
but I'm a realist and I understand that I come from the poor other side of the
tracks. I made up my mind that from now on no matter what happens here or how
angry I get I'm not telling Corey about it, he deserves better.

Friday night a sniper killed Clark as we walked down the street.  I heard a thud
before I heard the explosion from the firing gun.  Clark looked at me like he
was surprised then he fell backwards, his head hit the pavement with a crack.  I
immediately lifted him in my arms, his head dangled he looked fine.  I felt
something on my leg I put my hand on my leg my fingers were blood red.  I ripped
open Clark's shirt, he'd been shot through the heart, my fingers went to his
neck there was no pulse.  I closed his eyes and held him until the Corpsman made
two soldiers help me to stand up.  I was led to a Humvee and transported back to
base.

Gunny Watson called me to his tent I still had blood all over me.  As soon as I
walked in his tent he told me to be at ease.  "Corporal, I know how hard it is
to see a brother, a Marine die.  I've seen it happen since I was your age it
doesn't get any easier.  We have to find peace in the fact that our brother's
died doing something they believed in, they died as Marines.  I'm going to give
you a couple of days R&R it will help you refocus, that's all."  As I was
walking out Gunny called out, "Chason I'm sorry about Clark he was a damn good
Marine."

I ran like the wind finding a secluded place and cried not out loud but
silently. The entire time I thought about Clark I kept picturing the body being
Corey's it made me crazy.  In the morning I was bused to the R&R site.  There
was an Exchange; it was just like a regular base.  I got a shower then changed
into a pair of shorts and went to the telephone exchange.  I was about to drop
twenty dollars in quarters in the phone when one of the soldiers handed me a
phone card, he said the people back home had sent them for us to call home.  I
nodded and thanked him.  My hand shook as I called the apartment, I thought to
myself Corey wouldn't answer or worse someone else would answer.  It was close
to 2am in the world.   The phone rang almost five times before I heard the
receiver being fumbled around and a sleepy voice say 'hello.'

"Corey it's me Chason."  I heard him wake up right then.

"Baby is every thing all right?"

"Yeah, I needed to hear your voice."

Corey's voice trembled as he talked, "I miss you so much I work all the time
just to keep from going crazy worrying about you."

I made sure my voice sounded strong, "you don't need to worry, I'm not letting
anything happen to me, I'm looking forward to holding you in my arms and keeping
you safe for the rest of our lives."

Corey began to cry softly, "Chason you still love me?"

"More than you can imagine."

"I love you with my entire life I miss you so much I want you to come home."

Trying my hardest, "that's what I want too, just four more months and this tour
is over with then nothing is keeping me from you.  Corey I love you baby with
all my heart, I want nothing more than to make you happy.  Please don't cry I'm
fine, I had an hour before patrol and wanted to call you and tell you I love
you."  I knew if I told him I was in R&R he'd question me and I couldn't lie to
him not ever.

We talked until the phone card ran out I told him over and over I loved him
until the line went dead.  I walked around base then ate chow.   The exchange
was opened so I walked over and looked through the cards finding a couple for
Corey.  As soon as I got back to my rack I dug through my pictures finding a
bunch I'd taken of me and the guys these last seven months.  I wrote a long
letter to Corey and included pictures in each card, I was in time for the post
office to get them out on the next flight.  That night I watched television
before going to sleep early I was worn out.

The place was deserted the next day there were only three or four guys around.
I watched television and drank a coke.  A kid probably my age came in the day
room and sat down opposite from where I was sitting.  In between movies he
introduced himself as Ronnie, we shook hands.  While we were talking the movie
came on.  Before long Ronnie was within reach.  He offered me some chips, we
cheered the hero of the movie and once it was over we walked around the base.
It was getting dark when we ate chow.  Ronnie was in the Army stationed in
California too.  He'd been here almost a year, he had taken a few days leave and
the R&R site was the only place to take a couple of days.  After a while Ronnie
asked if I wanted to get a couple of beers since it was our last night here.  I
nodded and we ended up with two tall ones.  I had never been a big drinker we
returned to my room, it was just me living in the room now.  Ronnie sat on one
of the other racks and we talked about Iraq and back home.  Ronnie had already
finished his beer and went to the drink machine and got another beer.  When he
returned he sat on my rack and offered me a sip, I showed him my half full
bottle.  Ronnie looked at me and put his hand on the front of my pants I didn't
push his hand away.  I watched him unzip my pants then put his head in my lap.
I grabbed his blonde hair and my hips moved voluntarily, he unzipped his pants
and started jerking off as he gave me a blowjob. I held his head firmly and
within a minute or so I was over the edge I warned him, he didn't move and I
fired deep in his throat, he moaned and came too.  I lay there exhausted, my
fingers stroking the side of his face.  He looked up at me, "thanks."  I nodded
my head.  He laid his head back down and soon he had me hard as a rock once
again.  I ran my fingers through his hair and my cock jumped.  He was eager to
please me and made me cum once again.  Before the night was over I lifted his
legs to my shoulder, he seemed afraid but I assured him I wouldn't hurt him.  He
cried out as I buried myself deep inside of him, he looked at me his body shook
and he shot his load all over his abs and chest.  I buried myself inside him and
pumped what felt like a gallon of hot seed deep inside of him.  Exhausted we lay
beside each other when it got light outside we showered and then said so long.
As I was traveling back to the platoon I thought to myself, I didn't even know
the kids last name.  I smiled to myself I needed last night to get through the
next couple of months, being with someone made me feel alive.  It also made me
realize how much I needed to be home with Corey.

Every patrol I was on was always life or death it only took one mistake for
someone to end up going home in a body bag.  The enemy in this country looked
just like the people we were trying to free.

Around mid-night on April 2, we were in single file on either side of the
street, so far it had been real quiet.  I was near a small shop when the windows
blew out and the entire building crashed down.  I felt my body thrown maybe
twenty feet I landed on my ass and it hurt like hell.  When I tired to open my
eyes they burned, as I touched my face I understood why.  The blast had sent
shrapnel flying into my face and the heat of the explosion had burned my face
and chest.  Blood was rolling into my eyes whenever I tried to open them. I
heard the call for the corpsman.  Soon as I felt him near me I told him my eyes
were burning.  He flashed a light and wiped my face gently.  I asked him how
many guys were hurt he said only me.  I knew the guys were standing around me,
it was at that time I heard JJ the sergeant of my platoon tell the corpsman I
had a huge fucking hole in my right calf.  The Corpsman moved around me and
shined his light I could hear a couple of the guys groan, and say oh shit man.
The corpsman remained calm and asked the radio operator to get a chopper to the
pickup site immediately.   I was lifted onto a stretcher and placed inside an
ambulance about five minutes later I was flying off in a helicopter for a
hospital.

It was dark outside as I lay on a stretcher in the hospital.  Medical personnel
surrounded me, cutting off my uniform, taking blood and putting IVs in my arms.
When they turned me to my left side I cried out it hurt so fucking bad.  Quickly
the doctor laid me back, his fingers moved over each leg up over my stomach
chest, neck and head.  I heard him tell the nurse to get the Ortho guys down
here now.  After an MRI I was cleaned up and wheeled into an operating room, no
one had said anything to me about what was wrong.  I shook my head as the
anesthesiologist tried to put the mask over my face, I called out.

"What's wrong with me."

He patted my head, "be patient son we'll take good care of you."

I shook his hand off, "what in the fuck is wrong with me?"

He called the doctor over, he stood where I could see him and explained I had a
piece of shrapnel embedded in my right thigh near the pelvis it had broken my
hip and took a huge chunk of tissue out of my leg and my leg from the calf down
was gone.

I thanked him and lay back allowing the mask to be put over my face.

I woke the next morning, I was cold and called out for the nurse.  He hurried in
and put another blanket on me.  I felt him lift up the blanket and check the
bandages on my leg.  He read the monitors I was hooked up to and asked how I was
feeling, I said I was thirsty he gently propped my head up and gave me a sip of
water.  I watched him inject a syringe into the IV hanging above my head.  I
tried to smile, "thanks."  He nodded placing the call button by my hand in case
I needed anything else.  I don't remember him leaving the room before I went
back to sleep.  Another couple of days passed before I woke up, a different
nurse was in the room adjusting my IV and reading the monitors.  She smiled when
I opened my eyes she took a warm cloth and gently wiped my eyes.

"Good afternoon, Chason, how do you feel?"

I tried to move around and winced, "I'm hungry and I hurt all over."

She laughed, "I'm glad you're hungry I'll get you something to eat, I'll be
right back."  Five minutes later she walked in with a tray and for the next 30
minutes she helped me eat before laying me back on my bed.  She said the doctor
would be in soon. Soon turned out to be three hours later.

We shook hands and then he examined me when he finished he smiled, "you're
healing nicely."  He sat down in a chair and looked at me, "Chason let's get to
the reason you're here.  Your face, neck, chest and stomach were burned pretty
badly, you're healing but there will be noticeable scaring.  You're a good
looking kid still so don't worry about it.  As for your hip that's a bigger
problem.  We saved most of your leg and rebuilt the hip but in doing so we had
to cut away a large portion of muscle and nerves.  I'm not sure how well your
the remainder of your leg is going to work until we get you into physical
therapy.  Any questions?"

I shook my head then asked a question, "Can I call home?"

He smiled, "of course."

Once again the nurse came in carrying a phone, she plugged it in then looked at
me, "you have the same privacy you have at home."

I smiled and thanked her as she left the room.  I can honestly say I have never
been as scared as I was dialing that number.  Not even the fire that killed my
family made me as scared as I was feeling now.  It was late night in the world.

Corey answered, "hello."

"Hey it's me."

Corey's voice changed, "what's happened?"

My voice trembled, "I've been hurt in a bombing, I'm going to be all right."

I heard Corey drop the phone, "Oh God no.  Please."   He picked up the phone,
"I'm sorry I've been dreading this call.  Where are you?"  "

I'm on my way to California I'll be there in two days.  I miss you a lot."

Corey's voice softened, "Chason I love you so much.  Can you tell me what
happened?"

I told him the story about the burns and my hip, he began to cry.

"Chason I don't give a shit what happens you belong to me and I want you home."
He calmed down and we talked, he was going to take time off as soon as I
arrived.  He told me he loved me with all his heart as the phone went dead.

After I hung up the phone I looked around for a mirror, there were none in the
room anywhere.  When the corpsman came in the room I asked him for a mirror.  He
nodded his head, when he returned he handed me a mirror, I looked at my face I
had a scar and burns on my forehead.

The corpsman smiled, "the burns will disappear in time and the scar will be
almost invisible in another couple of months.  Your eyebrows will grow back and
so will your hair in front.  Your girlfriend will still think your cute."

I grinned at him, "thanks.  Can I ask you another question?"

He nodded, "what about my leg?"  He walked over close to the bed and asked me if
he told me the truth would I tell the doctor he'd told me.

I shook my head, no.

He looked at me, "Chason, you'll probably end up losing the entire leg, I'm not
a doctor but it's been damaged really bad.  Ask the doctor when he comes in
later to check on your leg."

I shook his hand and said thank you.  He smiled and walked out.

The doctor made rounds about 2:30pm, as he was looking under my bandages I
blurted out, "I'm going to lose the leg correct?"

He looked at me and paused, then checked the bandages again, "You've got a 30/70
chance of saving the leg, it doesn't look good, I'm sorry I don't have better
news."

When he walked out I pulled my pillow over my face and screamed, then I just
broke down and cried.  I don't remember the next two days all I remember is
waking up in California.   My entire body felt hot and I was in pain, I remember
someone saying something and then I was asleep once again.  The next time I woke
I felt much better.  Sitting in the chair next to my bed was Corey he smiled at
me then tears filled his eyes, "I've been so worried about you."

I looked in his eyes, "Am I ugly now."

He laughed, "you look just like you did when you left except for that small scar
and that just makes you look rugged."

I wasn't satisfied, "Corey are we going to be able to handle what's happened to
me?"

He smiled, "Chason loving you is more than what you look like it's about who you
are and who we are when we're together.  The doctor has assured me the new
prosthetic leg will make you as good as new."

The minute he said that I threw the covers off my body, my hand searched for my
leg, only a small part of it remained.  I cried and Corey threw his arms around
me.  A nurse walked in and Corey ask her to leave he said he'd calm me down.  He
held me in his arms.

"Chason do you love me?"

Through my tears I answered, "Yes more than anything."

"We're a team baby, we will be all right."

I hugged him tighter, "I'm sorry for doing this to you."

A cry escaped Corey's throat, "Chason had you died I would not have lived
without you, I swore that to myself when you left, I'm glad you're home with me
for the rest of our lives, we have each other nothing else will ever matter."

With Corey's help and physical therapy I have two good legs again, one is
prosthetic but when I have long pants on your can hardly tell.  I can run and
Corey and I play basketball all the time.  I love Corey with all my heart.

I'm still in the Marines working in administration.  I've fought real hard to
stay in, I know I'm limited and I know that soon they'll have no choice but to
discharge me.  Corey wants me to think about becoming a carpenter, it's
something I've always wanted to do, I like working with my hands.  Corey likes
the idea of me building the furniture for our house, the more he talks about it
the more excited I've become.

The first night Corey and I slept together, I held him close for a long time
talking to him and whispering words of love.  We made love over and over until
exhausted he lay asleep on my arm.  I knew at that moment what love was all
about.  We've both shed a couple of tears over being separated and then
returning like this.  Corey seems more relaxed and happier, now when he comes
home he kisses me and I hold him tight in my arms, I love him more than anything
in the world and he knows it.