Gus and I were brand spanking new Marine Corp Snipers assigned to MACV Naval Advisory Group, We were supposed to train snipers, but what we really did...was take young men into the field and those who could shoot, we made snipers, by just saying they were. You just can't teach isolation skills to people who come from a group dynamic."I personally saw Gus hold off scores of Viet Cong in a rubber plantation while twice as many South Vietnamese Soldiers ran for their lives. Later Gus said to me.. I never threw myself at him, or fought for a look from him like the stupid little high school girls and cougar hunting moms do. No I acquired his attention by NOT seeking it. We are often the only 2 at work and he suddenly began to talk to me about everything. Stuff he read on the news, who he is texting and what about, what club he was hanging at that night; little things that really aren’t important but he talks to ME about. I dreamt and fantasized about him asking me out, but at the end of. " It must be this outdoors air... or are you feeling better without all the wine?" That I am!"We mounted up and I took the lead from Blaster. I led the horses over the rise into the small vale we saw last night. It was empty. We had to lead our horses carefully through the trees, but even so, we made very good time, exiting the vale before lunchtime.The north end of the vale was a narrow defile, walls of fine stone reaching up high over our heads on either side. Blaster looked distinctly. I was just beginning to notice also that some boys had been decorated with colorful tattoos when a sharp sting cut across my bottom and snapped me out of my observations. i had not noticed that a Female store employee had observed me standing idly by the door and had approached, a nasty looking quirt held in Her hand. “Boy, are you here running an errand for your Mistress?” Startled, i grasped for an answer, fortunately remembering both my task and my manners. “Yes, Ma’am,.
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