Some Enchanted Evening...
“Twenty three bottles of beer on the wall, twenty three bottles of beer…”
My voice trailed off when I hit the hundredth pothole on the dirt road I was travelling. Or was that the 99th? I’d lost count about a mile back. Either way my poor battered backside was getting ready to read me the riot act. The army issue jeep seats were doing heck all to cushion my tush from the constant bouncing to and fro. But that was the least of my worries. The threat of mines, enemy snipers and artillery bombardment was also high on my list of things to avoid in spades. Ahh the joys of driving out alone to the front line to help relieve a medical aid station.
And how come I always drew the short weinie? This had to be a conspiracy. A conspiracy of mammoth proportions, and no doubt orchestrated by that fink and yellow-bellied ratface Major Frank Burns. Well, when I returned intact and unscathed from this little adventure I was going to make sure his butt spent some quality time with my left boot. Now where was I?
“Thanks Frank, you made me lose count. Again. You know, you’re insufferable even when you’re not even here.” I grumbled. “Twenty two bottles of beer on the wall, twenty two bottles of beer-“
Suddenly the jeep’s headlights picked up something on the road that made me slam on the brakes. At the last second I managed to swerve to the right, and avoid running over whatever it was, but the next thing I knew I’d driven the jeep into a small ditch. I came to a stop, my heart pounding in my chest, a mile a minute. What the heck was that? A body? I grabbed a flashlight and scrambled out of the jeep, heading towards whatever I’d narrowly missed. Then I began to sprint the last few yards when it became clear to me that a person was indeed lying in the middle of the road. A person of the female persuasion.
I bent over her, noting that she wasn’t korean but also that she wasn’t in uniform, and checked her pulse. It was steady and strong, and she was breathing. Okay, that meant I could breathe again too. I hadn’t hit her with my jeep, but still I felt responsible somehow for her. I performed a cursory examination and it didn’t seem like anything was broken, in fact there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her all. Then her eyelids started to flutter open.
“Miss? Can you hear me? Take it easy, don’t try to sit up too quickly.” I spoke quietly as she stirred, steadying her with my arm cradling her back. “Well, this is a hell of a way for us to meet on our first date.” I quipped with a gentle smile.
(open to Lost!Fred)
My voice trailed off when I hit the hundredth pothole on the dirt road I was travelling. Or was that the 99th? I’d lost count about a mile back. Either way my poor battered backside was getting ready to read me the riot act. The army issue jeep seats were doing heck all to cushion my tush from the constant bouncing to and fro. But that was the least of my worries. The threat of mines, enemy snipers and artillery bombardment was also high on my list of things to avoid in spades. Ahh the joys of driving out alone to the front line to help relieve a medical aid station.
And how come I always drew the short weinie? This had to be a conspiracy. A conspiracy of mammoth proportions, and no doubt orchestrated by that fink and yellow-bellied ratface Major Frank Burns. Well, when I returned intact and unscathed from this little adventure I was going to make sure his butt spent some quality time with my left boot. Now where was I?
“Thanks Frank, you made me lose count. Again. You know, you’re insufferable even when you’re not even here.” I grumbled. “Twenty two bottles of beer on the wall, twenty two bottles of beer-“
Suddenly the jeep’s headlights picked up something on the road that made me slam on the brakes. At the last second I managed to swerve to the right, and avoid running over whatever it was, but the next thing I knew I’d driven the jeep into a small ditch. I came to a stop, my heart pounding in my chest, a mile a minute. What the heck was that? A body? I grabbed a flashlight and scrambled out of the jeep, heading towards whatever I’d narrowly missed. Then I began to sprint the last few yards when it became clear to me that a person was indeed lying in the middle of the road. A person of the female persuasion.
I bent over her, noting that she wasn’t korean but also that she wasn’t in uniform, and checked her pulse. It was steady and strong, and she was breathing. Okay, that meant I could breathe again too. I hadn’t hit her with my jeep, but still I felt responsible somehow for her. I performed a cursory examination and it didn’t seem like anything was broken, in fact there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her all. Then her eyelids started to flutter open.
“Miss? Can you hear me? Take it easy, don’t try to sit up too quickly.” I spoke quietly as she stirred, steadying her with my arm cradling her back. “Well, this is a hell of a way for us to meet on our first date.” I quipped with a gentle smile.
(open to Lost!Fred)