As a Medic, I provided emergency medical care in the field in combat situations, and had been surrounded by the dead and dying, with too many blood spattered and broken bodies to count. The thing the Army didn’t tell you is that it was impossible to save lives when the wounded and dying outnumbered the medics a hundred to one. There was never enough of me on the battlefield and I lived my worse nightmare every day of my deployment, not being able to save my fellow soldiers.
But the thought of blowing it with Priscilla and losing her as a friend, that would be a punishment even worse than the PTSD my enlistment awarded me.
I glared at her plump bottom and demanded, “Crawl for me pet. To the Rough Rider Room.”
As if unnerved by the sudden change in my tone, she glanced uneasily at me over
