W.E.B. Griffin - The Corps IV - Battleground
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"When I want a question, Son," Dawkins said icily, "I will ask for one."
"Yes, Sir."
"You will be the only pilot in the squadron who has even seen a Japanese airplane, much less shot two of them down," Dawkins said. "I want the newcomers to look at you and see you're very much like they are. To take some of the pressure off, if you follow my meaning. Additionally, perhaps you will be able to teach them something, based on your experience."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm personally acquainted with your new commanding officer, Captain Charley Galloway," Dawkins went on. "I will tell him what I know about you, and the gossip. And I will tell him that I personally feel you did everything you were supposed to do at Midway, and then, suffering wounds, managed to get your shot-up aircraft back to the field."
Dunn for the first time met Dawkins's eyes.
"Now, you may ask any questions you may have," Dawkins said.
"Thank you, Sir," Dunn said after a moment. "No questions, Sir."
"Unsolicited advice is seldom welcome, Dunn, but nevertheless: Do what you can to ignore the gossip. Eventually, it will die down. You now have that clean slate everyone's always talking about, new squadron, new skipper. If I were Captain Galloway, I'd be damned glad to be getting someone like you."
"Colonel, I really don't remember a goddamned thing about how I got back to the field," Dunn said.
I believe him.
"The important thing is that you got back," Dawkins said.
"Sir, where is VMF-229?"
"Right now, it's on a sheet of paper in Major Lorenz's OUT basket," Dawkins said. "When you get out of here, check into the BOQ. When Captain Galloway gets here, or something else happens, we'll send for you. Take some time off. I was about to say, go swimming, but that's probably not such a hot idea, is it?"
"No, Sir," Dunn said.
For the first time, Dawkins noticed, Dunn is smiling. I think it just sank in that he's not going to be court-martialed, and maybe even that someone doesn't think he's a coward.
"Check in with the adjutant, or the sergeant major, once a day," Dawkins said.
"Aye, aye, Sir."
Dawkins put out his hand.
"Congratulations, Lieutenant, on your decoration," he said. "And good luck in your new assignment."
"Thank you, Sir."
Major Lorenz offered his hand.
"If you need anything, Dunn, come see me, or give me a call. And congratulations, too, and good luck."
"Thank you, Sir," Dunn repeated.
(Three)
U.S. NAVAL HOSPITAL
PEARL HARBOR, HAWAII, TERRITORY OF HAWAII
1535 HOURS 19 JUNE 1942
Lieutenant Colonel Dawkins and Major Lorenz left the room, closing the door after them. Dunn lowered his head to look at his Purple Heart Medal-he had seen the ribbon before, but not the actual medal-then unpinned it and held it in his hand and looked at it again. It was in the shape of a heart and bore a profile of George Washington.
He picked up the box it had come in and saw that it contained both the ribbon and a metal pin in the shape of the ribbon, obviously intended to be worn in the lapel of a civilian jacket.
"You're a real fucking hero, Bill Dunn," he said wryly, aloud. "You have been awarded the 'Next Time, Stupid, Remember to Duck Medal.'"
He chuckled at his own wit. Then he put the medal in the box, snapped the lid closed, walked to the white bedside table, and put it in the drawer. As he was closing the drawer, the door opened again.
Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Mary Agnes O'Malley, Nurse Corps, USN, entered the room, carrying a stainless steel tray covered with a wash-faded, medical green cloth.
"Hi," she said and smiled at him.
Lieutenant Dunn was strongly attracted to Lieutenant (j.g.) O'Malley, partly because she was a trim, pert-breasted redhead, and partly because he had heard that she fucked like a mink. He'd heard it so often at the bar in the Ewa Officer's Club that it had to be something more than wishful thinking.
"Hi," he replied.
He thought she looked especially desirable today. When she put the cloth covered tray down on his bedside table, she leaned far enough over to afford him a glimpse of her well-filled brassiere, and the soft white flesh straining at it.
Despite her reputation, Lieutenant (j.g.) O'Malley had so far shown zero interest in Dunn. In his view there were two reasons for this. First, since someone as good looking as Lieutenant (j.g.) O'Malley could pick and choose among a large group of bachelor officers, she would naturally prefer a captain or a major to a lowly lieutenant. Second, but perhaps most important, he knew that his reputation had preceded him: She had certainly heard the gossip that he had run away from the fight at Midway. To a young woman like Lieutenant (j.g.) O'Malley-for that matter, to any young woman-a lowly lieutenant with a yellow streak was something to be scorned, not taken to bed.
"What did the brass want?" she asked.
"The war is going badly," he said. "They came for my advice on how to turn it around."
"I'm serious," she said, gesturing for him to get on the bed. "What did they want?"
"They gave me my 'You Forgot to Duck Medal.' "
"What?"
"Colonel Dawkins gave me the Purple Heart," Dunn said. "And my new assignment. Why should I get in bed?"
"Because I'm going to remove your sutures," she said. "Or some of them, anyway. Where's your medal?"
"In the table drawer."
"Can I see it?"
"You've never seen one before?"
"I want to see yours."
You show me yours and I'll show you mine.
He went to the bedside table and took the box out and handed it to her.
She opened it and looked at it and handed it back.
"Very nice. You should be proud of yourself."
"All that means is that I got hit," he said.
"You realize how lucky you were that it wasn't worse, I hope?"
Does she mean that the 20mm didn't hit me in the head? Or that it didn't get me in the balls?
"Yeah, sure I do," he said.
"Get in the bed and open your robe," she said.
"I'm not wearing my pajama bottoms."
She tossed him the faded green medical cloth.
"Cover yourself," she said. "Not that I would see something I haven't seen before."
He got on the bed, arranged the cloth over his crotch, and opened the robe.
She pulled on rubber gloves, an act that he found quite erotic, dipped a gauze patch in alcohol, and then proceeded to mop his inner thighs.
He yelped when, without warning, she pulled the larger bandage free with a jerk.
"Still a little suppuration," she observed, professionally. "But it's healing nicely. You were really lucky."
Without question, that remark makes reference to the fact that I didn't get zapped in the balls.
As she scrubbed at the vestiges of the tape that had held the bandage in place, he got another glimpse down the front of her crisp white uniform at the swelling of her bosom. He could smell the perfume she'd put down there, too. With dreadful inevitability he almost instantly achieved a state of erection.
Lieutenant O'Malley seemed not to notice.
"Where are they sending you?" she asked, as she jerked the smaller bandage free.
"VMF-229," he said.
"Where's that? Or is that classified?"
"Colonel Dawkins said that right now it's in the exec's desk drawer," Dunn said. "It was activated today. Right now it's me and a captain named Galloway, who's en route from the States."
"Galloway?" she asked. "Does he have a first name?"
Dunn thought a moment. "Charley, I think he said. Mean anything to you?"
"I don't know," she said. "I used to date a Tech Sergeant Charley Galloway. He was a pilot. I wonder how many Charley Galloways there are in the Marine Corps?"
Socialization between commissioned officers and enlisted personnel was not only a social no-no in the Naval Service but against regulations, and thus a court-martial offense. The announcement startled him.
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