A Walk In The Park Long Range Surveillance.

Scotch & Ice Cream

Before the funny faces and what the fuck! Yes it's good! The procurement of Ice Cream! This all started because I wanted vanilla ice cream. Then we all wanted ice cream. This turned out to be a major mission. It seems we couldn't ask for it out of commissary. This took some doing and thinking on our part. The players myself Carson and Ferguson, were the major people involved. So our procurement of ice cream.

Team Room outback.

"Damn guys, ice cream I want some damn ice cream vanilla with peanut butter. Maybe some chocolate syrup on it."

"Morgan you fuck stick, mess doesn't have any ice cream! We probably can't even get it!" Carson gnawed on his cigar then laughed about it.

"My, my ice cream, my, my that does sound good. Morgan you just made me want some ice cream. Carson that don't mean we can't find some or get some, now does it."

Ferguson stepped out. "I hope you got something better than this uncle Jack! Ice Cream! Hell, do we have any?"

Morgan looked over at Ferguson. "Grab a chair, finish off that Jack then the good stuff. Yep ice cream we want some, and no we don't have any."

Ferguson sat then downed his drink, Morgan poured him some scotch. Ferguson took a drink then smiled. "You know we do have some Navy here, mostly Intelligence Officers. They do eat just a little better than us. They might just have some ice cream. First we should see if mess can get some.
I'll handle that in the morning."

I could see the wheels turning in Carson's head. He was already working out a way to procure that ice cream. Stokes just made his toothy grin. Yes and I had the wheels turning in my head also.

Ferguson seen the look on mine and Carson's face. "Carson I know that look, and Morgan I think you are thinking the same. Stand down for now." Carson gave the look of death. "Fuck you, you worthless, Lieutenant. With all due respect Sir!" Carson gnawed at his cigar then laughed.

"You know Morgan, Stokes, I'm always the good old friend Ferguson, till it doesn't suit, that crotchety old war dog! Normally it's when I'm right about something."

Ferguson poured them all another drink. "I've got a story to tell, get our minds off that ice cream. Me and Carson met Vietnam Republic of. We were both E6 at the time."

Carson squirmed in his chair, worried where this story was going. "You two fuck sticks don't believe a word he says!"
Ferguson took a drink then grinned at Carson. "We met late 69 or so. It was my third tour, Carson I think his second tour." Carson threw his cigar. "Yeah that's right you rotten cunt! Now tell your damn story!"

"I'm trying to, ass wipe. We done a few Long Range Recon patrols in the Mekong Delta. The most unknown operation we took part in was Cambodia. That's not the story I want to tell." Ferguson looked at Morgan and Stokes.

"Nope not the Mekong Delta or Cambodia, but well it was the Delta in a nothing special Vill. Just some poor people trying to survive was all. We were to be extracted near the Vill it was deemed safe." Ferguson shrugged looked away, then took a drink. Carson looked out over the camp, holding his drink.

"You see we've been to this Vill, several times. They always helped out, let us rest, even shared food with us." Ferguson took a breath then a drink. Wiped his eyes. "What happened that day, forever linked me and Carson. Ferguson rested his chin in both hands. Carson waited some, rubbed his nose then wiped at his eyes.

"Well, our own people! Yes our own damn people! Shot and killed three of the villagers! Four guys were doing a poor girl, I'd say she wasn't over sixteen! My uckingod, those sick sons a bitches!"  Carson's face twisted up his eyes were wet and his face was the same.

"The team spread out! Me and Ferguson headed towards the girl! We were shouting! Stand the Fuck Down! One of those, idiots, numb nutted fuckers turned and aimed at us!"

Carson broke down and cried. Ferguson sat up took a drink. Pulled himself together. "Carson put three caps in that fucker! I butt stroked the one holding her arms! Carson pulled the other guy off her! Carson said what I was thinking, I should castrate you, you cum drinker!"

No one moved or talked, Stokes topped the drinks off then sat in disbelief. Morgan lit a Lucky and shook his head. The silence lasted at least ten minutes.

Stokes took a drink then shook his head. "Fellas that sounds like something a Black family would go through. We needs more people like you, in this world. Did those that did this go to prison? My! My! I hope they did!"

Ferguson nodded. "Not long enough!" Carson hit his cigar. "Those fuckers are walking the streets back home now!"

Ferguson stood finished his drink sat the glass down. "If I'm welcome, I'd like stop in more often. Officer country ain't my thing. Prefer to be with you all." Stokes stood, saluted. "You are always welcome here, Sir, as long as the stories aren't so heart breaking." Morgan nodded. Come by anytime."

Carson and Ferguson left.

"Fucked up world Stokesy, I mean really a fucked up world." Stokes made his toothy grin. "Morgan finish my drink, I best get some sleep, oh I'm going to check on Jones tomorrow. I'll let you guys know how he is tomorrow."

Morgan nodded. "See you later Stokesy."

Carson dropped is shield, I'll never see that again. Shit I've got my drink Stokesy's and what Carson didn't finish. Well, I have nothing but time. Let Carson be alone till he is out. I don't need that awkward encounter.

Besides it's nice to just sit alone and listen to the team having fun. Looking at nothing, but still seeing. Five tours between them. How did they do it? Damn, I'm fucked! Well, here's to being fucked and then double fucked! Not even being kissed! Yeah, ice cream sure does sound good, take my cares away.

Yes, we need that ice cream, that is the one thing that may break up the mind-numbing sorrow around us.

Although I don't think, Ferguson intended to tell the story he told. Like most things meant to stay in the dark. They find their way to the light. Much like the stories I tell you, they force out, make you tell them. Ferguson needed to let that story see the light, even if he didn't choose to do so.

Yes years later and a smooth 12 year old Scotch filling my mouth, with its hints of smoke fruit and vanilla. I wonder why that story forced its way out. Maybe it is the need to release the built up fear and guilt.

Maybe it is the hope, that telling it, you lose that guilt and fear of the story. Yes that could be it, the need to feel whole.
Make the nightmares go away. The kind that you feel like your heart will pound its way out of your chest, you can't breathe. You sit up telling yourself it is just a dream, calm down.

We never talked of that story after that night. My respect for Ferguson and Carson tripled that night.

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