I love you, I won't kill you

"Damn it! Why does the Marine Corps continue to use the 'American Dad' from the last century?" A female voice came from outside the door.

The two people in the barracks looked towards the door at the same time, Talia smiled slightly and whispered to Amanda, "Second Lieutenant, our 'whimper' is back."

At this time, a female pilot in a green one-piece flight suit and holding a flight helmet in her right hand stepped into the barracks in a few steps.Self-consciously, he put the helmet on the bedside cabinet, turned around and lay down on the bed.

Stretching, putting his hands behind his head, and closing his eyes, he called out, "Talia, I think there is something wrong with my tail rotor shaft. If you have time, you'd better check it for me."

Talia stood up and said as she walked towards the door, "No problem. Lieutenant Franks, we have a new companion, don't you want to say hello to her?"

"New companion? God, please don't tell me this rookie..." The female second lieutenant nicknamed "The Whisperer" opened one eye, and was a little caught up in the middle of the sentence.

"Oh, my Virgin Mary!! Amanda, why did you come here??" The female second lieutenant yelled loudly, jumping off the bed and walking quickly towards Amanda.

"Sergeant, come back quickly! Let me introduce you, Pensacola's ace female pilot!" Second Lieutenant Franks shouted to Talia who rushed to the door.

"Thanks, sir. I think I already know her." Thalia called as she walked without looking back.

"Alena, is she your mechanic?" Amanda said with a smile.

The female pilot who was nicknamed was the Marine Corps second lieutenant pilot Alena Franks, a Naval Academy graduate whom Amanda met at Whitingfield Base.

"Yes, she is responsible for the repair and maintenance of the helicopters here." Alena explained.

Then, after staring at Amanda very seriously and enthusiastically for several seconds, he said, "Honey, when did you arrive at the airport?"

Amanda made her look a little embarrassed, "Don't look at me with the eyes that stare at the tombstone, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the bed and rummaged through the items in his luggage, "A few minutes ago, I came here from Fallujah. How is it, how does it feel to stay in this ghostly place?"

Alena tried her best to relax her body, propping her hands on the edge of the bed, "Hmm, the food in the restaurant is fresh enough, the bathroom in the base is spacious enough, and you can make phone calls and surf the Internet when you are not performing missions."

"Why, it seems that you think you should get another Purple Heart (a low-level medal that American soldiers will receive as long as they are injured or killed during military missions, regardless of their military exploits)?"

"Purple Heart? If there is one, of course I want it. Unfortunately, I haven't been wounded or killed yet."

Amanda shook her head and asked, "Okay, let's talk about this when you're wounded or killed. Now, is there any water here?"

Alaina blinked, "God, why did I forget such an important thing?" Like a little white rabbit with new batteries installed, she ran back to her bed and took a large bottle of mineral water again. ran back.

"Here you are! Well, I've only had one sip, don't you mind?"

"Of course not! After staying in this desert for 7 months, I wish I could become an Arabian camel. At least, I can store a lot of water on my body without carrying the water bags of the infantry brothers." Amanda picked up The bottle came, and he drank more than half of the mineral water.

"Honey, you're so cute! I'm curious, where are you going to store the water?" Alena asked with a grin as she sat down.

"Go to hell, bitch! God, this weather is really hot, where is the bathroom?" Of course Amanda knew what she wanted to talk about, and it was nothing more than using their breasts as a talking point.

Alena looked at Amanda who had taken off her uniform jacket, "Now? Oh, I'm afraid not."

Amanda was about to take off her combat pants, when she heard that, she yelled, "No? Why?"

"Come on, most of the marines here are male. So, we have to share a bathroom with them."

"What? Fuck the Air Wing!"

"Okay, calm down! What I mean by 'shared' is that they give us women separate bath time. We can do whatever we want as long as we have the women's time." Alena skimmed Curling his lips, he explained.

Amanda muttered, "Damn it, God!"

Alaina touched her lightly with her shoulder, "Although it's not time to take a bath, you can do laundry anytime."

"Okay, that's the only way to go." Amanda had no choice but to put a set of clean underwear back into the bag.

He took off the Marine Corps short-sleeved T-shirt so quickly, revealing the sexy bra underneath, "Uh, no one wants to peep in this place, right?"

Alena stared closely at the pair of attractive breasts, "No! This room is the only female barracks here, and there are no male marines around at all."

"Hmm. So, can you tell me, what tasks have you performed?" Amanda asked as she took another clean T-shirt and was about to put it on.

"Every day, there are various tasks. Are you getting a tattoo again?" At this moment, Alena noticed the "black rose" on Amanda's back.

"Yeah, do you like it?" Amanda said casually.

"Yeah, I like it. Well, there are two letters on the petals, 'J.M', are your girlfriend's initials?"

"Uh, yes. Well, it's time for us to clean the uniforms."

"Oh, well, by the way, let me show you the way. This place has everything, convenience store, Starbucks, gym, entertainment room..."

"Why, you don't seem to want to take me there?" Amanda saw something from her expression.

"No, how is it possible?" Alena called out, walking towards the outside of the barracks.

As the two made their way to the door, Thalia came back laughing with another female Marine, talking, "Hey, where are you going?"

Alena's face suddenly turned red, "Uh, Thalia, Carola, let's go to the laundry."

After the female marine named Corolla stood at attention and saluted with Talia, she solemnly said to Amanda, "Sir, ordnance repair sergeant Corolla Clark."

Amanda, who was holding a pile of dirty clothes, nodded and said after returning the gift, "Relax, Sergeant! Uh, Second Lieutenant Franks took me to find out the way. She was afraid that I would get lost in the desert."

Two older, mature female marines stepped out of the way, smiling slightly.Alena glanced at her while walking, "Come on, we can go to the restaurant to see what delicious food is available while we are doing laundry."

"I think you seem to have a good relationship with them?" Amanda asked deliberately.

"Come on, they're the only two senior female sergeants here. Thalia's job is to maintain and maintain the helicopters, and Corolla has to do all the helicopter and Harrier avionics. You think, without them Can we still go to heaven?" Alaina told the specific tasks of the two sergeants in detail.

"Very true! I remember the saying 'command depends on officers, management and training depends on sergeants'."

"Well, you still have 7 months to get along with them."

Five or six minutes later, the two came to the rear of the aviation wing office area while chatting.Alena pointed to one of the larger Arab houses and said to Amanda, "That's our laundry shop, do you have some change?"

"No. You put coins for me, and I'll help you buy delicious food."

"No problem, just do it."

In this Arabian house, about 30 American-style coin-operated automatic washing and drying machines are placed in three columns.Amanda randomly opened a washing machine and threw in a large pile of dirty and smelly desert camouflage uniforms, T-shirts and socks.

Alena took out a few dollar coins and stuffed them into the coin slot, and pressed the control button a few times, "Okay, you can rest for a few minutes!"

Amanda leaned on the washing machine, folded her arms and asked, "So, can you tell me how you got your nickname? 'Grumbler'!"

"Of course. But, you have to tell me, how did you get that nickname?"

"No problem, it's not an ugly nickname anyway."

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