Big Gun by Dani Stowe

Author:Dani Stowe [Stowe, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D.P. Joynes
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Eight months, three weeks, six days—that’s how long I’ve been in the desert. I was surprised at how cold it is during winter. I hadn’t seen many images of snow-capped mountains prior to arrival in this Middle Eastern country. I had no clue I was going to freeze my ass off here. Now it’s fucking hot and the heat is uncomfortable. It makes my balls sweat and everyone else stink.

We are supposed to go home—back to the States tomorrow, but of course that’s been delayed. So, it’ll be another few days before we can get on a plane. We all cannot wait, as we are already packed and ready to go.

Home. I can’t wait to get back because I also have to find the kid. Buckler’s kid—he needs a home.

Four months into deployment, our Forward Operating Base, or FOB as we call it, took on mortar fire from insurgents. I remember waking up in the dead of night to the sound of the siren amid explosions as we all grabbed our guns, rushed out of our tin can aluminum one-story buildings, and headed to the bunker. Buckler didn’t make it.

Her death changed us—all of us. At first, we lived in a state of shock. The absence of her fruity smelling body wash among the sour stench of desert air was like a missing piece of a puzzle that would never be complete. And the puzzle kept crumbling. Two months later, we heard her father had a heart attack. As hard as Buckler says her father was on her, I figure the ex-commander died of a broken heart.

But Buckler’s father’s death left Carrot Top without a family. No father was listed on the kid’s birth certificate, so he’s been placed in foster care.

I’ve been in communication with a lawyer back at home. Adoption is not looking good for me because I’m a young, unmarried soldier. I’m always too fucking young.

I also can’t wait to get back home so I can sleep. I have not slept in months. Everyone seems to have adjusted just fine. There were a few nightmarish behaviors after Bucklers death, but we haven’t taken on heavy fire like that inside the FOB since then. We increased our number of weekly patrols and the Army beefed up our air support with Apache helicopters.

But none of that helps me sleep. As soon as I get comfortable in my bed and block out Harris’s snoring, Davis’s constant scratching at his ass, and Morris’s sleep talking, which is always about pussy, I think about Camilla.

After I fucked her that last night, I didn’t call her. She sent me texts in the days before I deployed, but I didn’t respond. She emailed me several times while I’ve been here, but I deleted every message.

But in the last two months since Buckler’s father died, I can’t stop fantasizing about Camilla and the Carrot Top kid. I stay up dreaming about them both. I dream about Camilla and the kid waiting for me in the hangar with all the other families when I arrive home.

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