Chapter Seven
The enlisted female bunkroom that Gail Carruthers occupied contained eighteen bunks, all filled on this deployment. She lingered in the closed confinement of her rack as four of the women who shared the bunkroom with her gathered by the TV to watch a reality show they were able to pick up.
“He really pisses me off,” Gail said. “He needs to have someone knock him off his high horse. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but he treated me that way because I’m a woman.”
The four women relaxing around the television stilled, then looked at each other in a wary sort of way, as if there were eyes and ears listening everywhere.
Petty Officer Jennifer Hampton was a pretty girl from Ohio with long dark hair, slender and curvy. She moved closer to Gail. “Would you keep your voice down?
