I love you, I won't kill you

"Uh, I'm fine." Hamza replied in a daze.

"Let's go, Mr. Megaphone. I think you have symptoms of heat stroke." The military police joked, helped Hamza up, and walked towards the outside of the training ground.

"The megaphone? Hey, why do these marines give the translator this nickname? Heat stroke, heat stroke? Uh, it seems to have some symptoms. What about the others, how is Ensign McLaren?" Hamm Zha was thinking wildly as he walked.

Sitting in the back seat of a Humvee military vehicle of the law enforcement brigade, Hamza eagerly asked the private first class who was about to drive, "Sir, was anyone else injured or...killed just now? Oh, I That is, except for the Sunni."

When the private first class put on his sunglasses, he looked back at him and said with a smile, "No, what you need now is glucose solution."

Judging from the expression on the young gendarme's face and his answers, no one was injured or killed.Hamza sat silently on his seat and stared out the window, he couldn't help worrying about Amanda's situation.

"How is Ensign McLaren and her crew, sir?"

"Uh, good. I guess, they're on their way to the command center."

Amanda and her team were indeed on their way back to the expedition command center.It is absolutely impossible for the shooting cases that occurred in the US military base to be reduced to a minor one, and the minor incidents cannot be erased.She had to give a reasonable explanation to the supreme officer of the command center and the chief of the law enforcement brigade.

"Sir, what do you think the people in the command center think about this?" The corporal asked Amanda in the passenger seat while driving.

"Uh, first of all, we will investigate the origin of this person and how he got into the security forces. Then, I need to write a report and submit it." Amanda took off her patrol cap and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Sir, here you are." The corporal handed her a jug of mineral water just in time.

"Thank you." Amanda took the kettle and took a few sips vigorously.

"Uh, has the attacker's body been searched?" Then she asked.

"Sir, they have examined the body and found a document and a medal in the middle of the clothes."

"Medal? So, this bastard is a soldier of Saddam's guard?"

The corporal patted the steering wheel excitedly, "Yes, sir. I guess, you will definitely be awarded a medal this time."

There was no excitement or joy on Amanda's face, she just shook her head and said softly, "This is not due to me alone. If you really want to award me an honor, I will definitely apply for you."

"Thanks, sir. Um, are you all right?"

"Corporal, I'm fine."

Two Hummer military vehicles of the law enforcement brigade at the front and rear quickly approached the giant tent of the command center.As soon as the car stopped, Amanda opened the door and got out of the car.While putting on the patrol cap, he adjusted his uniform and led the three gendarmerie members into the tent.

The colonel commander of the expedition, the lieutenant colonel of the intelligence battalion, and the lieutenant colonel commander of the law enforcement group agreed that it was Amanda's excellent training results that saved the lives of others.In this regard, she can only say that this is what a marine should do.

The lieutenant colonel of the intelligence battalion smiled and said to her, "Second lieutenant, under what conditions did you realize that this bastard wanted to launch an attack?"

Amanda was sitting at the desk, "Sir, I have read some reports that 10% of the Iraqis in the security forces will remain hostile to the US military. Therefore, before the training, I asked my subordinates to strengthen their control over this group of people." Observations by trainees.”

"Well, very good, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, sir."

The lieutenant colonel of the law enforcement brigade asked her with concern, "Second Lieutenant McLaren, is this the first time you have shot someone?"

Amanda blinked and replied calmly, "Yes, sir."

"Colonel, the incident should be considered clear by now. Then, I suggest that the second lieutenant should go to the hospital's psychological treatment office and rest for a few days." The lieutenant colonel of the law enforcement brigade stood up to protect this temporary subordinate officer.

"Well, okay. Second Lieutenant McLaren, I need you to make sure that you won't have a psychological disorder." The colonel said after thinking.

"Sir, I..." This time, Amanda didn't answer straightforwardly.

The shooting of the attacker this time was indeed the first time in her life that she had killed someone.Although this man is a Sunni anti-American fighter, a stubborn follower loyal only to Saddam Hussein, he is a human being, a living human being.

"It's okay, second lieutenant. If you want to talk to someone, I think the psychologist in the hospital is your best friend." The lieutenant colonel of the law enforcement brigade said some words of relief.

"That's it for today, gentlemen. Lieutenant, I am now ordering you to speak to a psychiatrist and give you 72 hours off. I will not allow you to return to work until your psychiatrist has signed the medical certificate." ’” Finally, the colonel announced an order that no one could refute.

"Yes, sir." Amanda stood up and saluted, and replied loudly.

When she put on her patrol cap again and walked out of the tent, three members of the military police were already waiting for her outside the tent.After saluting with a smile, the corporal stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing, sir?"

"Uh, I was given a three-day vacation, and I went to the field hospital again."

"Three days off, that's great. Sir, why did the Colonel send you to the hospital?"

"Well, let me see a psychiatrist. Well, I'm fine, you go back and rest."

Amanda drove a Humvee military vehicle to the field hospital at Assad Airport alone.The journey was less than half a mile, but it made her think a lot, "What did you say when you saw the psychiatrist?"

"Did they really treat me like a little girl?"

"Or, did you shoot and kill an innocent person? But was that person innocent?"

When there were still many problems in her mind that needed to be sorted out, she had already driven to the outside of a field hospital stationed in the hinterland of the expeditionary team and the air wing, which was composed of polyboards, tents and countless cargo containers.

When Alena returned to the helicopter squadron from today's transport mission, she heard about the attack on the expedition training ground.But when she heard that one of the protagonists in the incident was Amanda, she couldn't believe it was true.

He quickly borrowed a Humvee military vehicle and drove towards the field hospital.After asking the medical staff several times, she knew which office or standby room Amanda was in.

Go past the psychiatrist's office and out of the therapy lounge.Alena sees Amanda through the shutters on the window.However, she found a man with obvious Arab features sitting beside him and talking.Of course, she didn't know that the Arab man was the translator Hamza.

"Doctor, hello. I'm a friend of Lieutenant McLaren, can I go in and see her?" Alena politely said to the major psychiatrist who opened the door after knocking on the door.

"Of course. I think she will definitely need friendship now." A psychiatrist in a desert combat uniform with a modular leg holster tied on the outside of his right thigh and an M9A1 standard pistol in the holster, Smiling and making a "come in" gesture.

"Amanda!" Alena called the other party's name, while excitedly stepped forward and hugged the other party tightly.

"Why are you here? There are no tasks to perform today?" Amanda was surprised that Alena would appear at this time.

"You bastard, do you know how sad I'd be if you were beaten to death by that son of a bitch?"

"Oh, if that's the case, I'll get the medal before you."

"Fuck you!" Alena scolded, and punched Amanda on the left shoulder blade.

At this time, the psychiatrist sitting on the side smiled and said softly, "Okay, Second Lieutenant McLaren, today's diagnosis is over. If you think there is still something you don't understand, you can send me an email."

Amanda happily said to the doctor, "Thank you, Major. Well, do I still need to come tomorrow?"

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