.. or something like that. So, be sure to read jfinn's original.Driving up I-94 from Chicago isn't so bad when you are moving against the flow of traf...ic. Normally I put the Volvo on cruise control and stick a tape in the player. Today it was Mary Chapin Carpenter."Sometimes you're the windshield. Sometimes you're the bug." Ouch! That was too close to home because today, I was pretty sure I was the bug. So I turned off the audio - no music, just thoughts on this journey. Charlie's Mom had told. We got most of our sleep as we guarded the perimeter concertina.On my third night patrol, my squad was ambushed. We were fired on for less than a minute, and then it was over. One man was wounded and went to the battalion aid station.The next day, I got Thanksgiving cards from Grandfather and Mother. I hadn't realized it was Thanksgiving. One day seemed like the next.The man wounded in the ambush returned to the squad a day after he went to the aid station.I made it through the first six weeks. Then, as Dr. Feather sat down, the room was abuzz with the men around the table comparing their prick sizes. You could tell from which men were beaming, and which ones were frowning, who was above the average and who fell below.Then, Jason, who was undoubtedly above normal on the drunkenness scale, took the floor and proposed a most bizarre suggestion."Why don't we conduct our own survey among staff?" he hollered. "Let's find out if the scientists are as well-endowed as the subjects."There was. I never wanted to do this before, now i felt like it was going to happen and i actually wanted it.he turned toward me and asked if i had ever sucked on a guy before, and i shouldn't be embarrassed about it if i had, I said no way. He walked toward me his cock almost full hard now and told me"I could sure use a blow job man, no body has to know", i was frozen when he got a foot away and he said "come on bud, help a guy out" and put his hand on my shoulder pulling me downward, I melted in fear.