The door opened and the Major came in with the two Sergeants and Flight Lieutenant Miles. Corporal Wright's face was covered in semen. Her open throat...was on display strung with they're giz. Her throat was choked with it. She took a shuddering breath.The two RMP's came to attention. Both with sheepish grins on their faces."Ah! that's what I like to see two men who follow orders to the letter, well done men." The major took a good look at her open throat."Looks well reamed to me, what do you. "What are you doing? What do you mean?" Cassie was still restrained tothe bed by one wrist."Well you came here all dressed up like a twenty dollar hooker and withwhat the doctor did for you I figured you for a gay boy," the nursepulled back the covers.Cassie was dressed in a hospital gown with no underwear."Why does everyone think I'm gay!" Cassie shouted."No need to yell at me sugar; I can see by that thing sticking up youstill hot for momma and anyways, these walls are soundproof," she. Severe trauma can cause temporary oblivion; presumablydeath, the ultimate trauma, should also be oblivion. But that's hard toconceive, especially for someone as intensely alive & self-aware as I havebeen. If the long habit of living indisposeth us to dying, the long habitof self-awareness indisposeth us to oblivion. In any case, I shall findout, if one can find out, soon enough. Regrets? They say that no man ever lay on his deathbed wishing hehad spent more time at the office. I'm. “I never mentioned a Purple Heart.”Lucy put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “Go ahead, tell me you were struck with shrapnel while on R&R in Hawaii.” Phil chuckled.“No, ma’am. I can’t say that either.”“Don’t pull that shy crap on me, again,” she warned. “You should be proud of what you did. You don’t need to volunteer it, but there’s no point in denying it, either.”“Were you injured in transit or combat?” Tracy asked.“Uh, we were relieving another group under attack.”“Come on.” Lucy.