I love you, I won't kill you

When Amanda and her gendarmerie had just finished training with the second Iraqi security force, she suddenly received a somewhat puzzling order.

The order was signed by the colonel commander of the expedition in coordination with the chief executive of the 39th Marine Air Group.When there is no unexpected situation, only the two-star major general, the highest officer of the Marine Corps Expeditionary Brigade, the upper-level unit of the expeditionary team, can reject this order.

At this time, Amanda was looking forward to finishing her training with the Iraqi security forces early, so that she could return to the attack helicopter squadron to fly side by side with Alena or other Marine pilots.

"What? They transferred you to the Intelligence Battalion as an assistant executive officer?" Wendy raised her voice when she spoke.

"Calm down, Wendy! I remember that there is only one sergeant chief and one executive officer in a battalion. But what the hell is this assistant executive officer?" Amanda didn't understand where this position was out of nowhere.

"I don't know! I only know that the executive officer, as the sole deputy of the commander of the battalion commander, needs to do a lot of work." Wendy replied, eating the vegetable salad on the dinner plate.

"Yes, I know that." Amanda didn't think of a substantive answer, and even the fried chicken on the dinner plate was not interested in eating a few more bites.

At this time, Wendy seemed to remember something.He suddenly whispered to her, "I see. Because you are a new pilot in the aviation wing, working in the command center is only a part-time job. Therefore, the lieutenant colonel of the intelligence battalion can only arrange such a position for you."

Amanda looked at her and said as she picked up a piece of chicken with a fork, "You mean, no matter how good and hard I work in the command center, the lieutenant colonel can't force me to stay in the intelligence battalion?"

"Well, that's right. You're still in the Air Wing, no matter what."

"But if that's the case, then why not transfer me to another sub-unit of the command center. For example, the radio battalion or the communications battalion?"

"Really? Why do I feel like you like going to these two places?" Wendy asked with a smile.

"No, I just met a friend from the communication camp." Amanda said casually.

"Oh, boyfriend or girlfriend?" Wendy asked deliberately.For her, men and that "baby" that is unique to men is very important, and women... can use it to help themselves achieve orgasm when necessary.

The friend of the communications battalion that Amanda met was Ensign Theresa Easley, a female classmate of the midshipman school whom she had not seen in two years.One went to the Naval Aviation School in Florida after cadet school, and the other stayed at the basic school in Quantico to complete his training as an ensign before entering the field.

When the two met again, neither of them expected that it would be on the battlefield in Iraq.Of course, Theresa's second tour of duty in Iraq was less than two months away.After her service period expires, she will return to the United States for a vacation and will not return to Fallujah.

"Female friend. I don't have time to study which male officer or doctor has a sexier ass like you do."

"Funny! Don't you want sex in Iraq?"

Amanda looked up at her, shook her head and smiled softly, "Okay, this is not the time to discuss sex. You think they transferred me to be an assistant executive officer because I was related to those two attacks ?”

Wendy curled her lips and shrugged, "Hmm, maybe. I think if it wasn't for you, many marines would have died in the base, and some officers of the expedition team would have been killed by Sunnis along with the restaurant." It was blown up to the sky."

Then he said, "Don't worry, Amanda, your work in the command center will end in three weeks. A change of environment may help your future career."

"I hope it's like what you said. Wendy, don't you intend to continue working in the Marine Corps?"

"Of course, it's just... I don't want to stay in the frontline area. Isn't it a pity to be shot to death before I have time to enjoy life?"

"Hi, Amanda, I'm here to see you." Lieutenant Teresa Easley walked to the table of the two and greeted happily.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Second Lieutenant Wendy Powell of the Law Enforcement Team, right?" Then he said to Wendy again.

"God, you're back. Fortunately, at this time, the restaurant hasn't finished serving dinner yet." Amanda excitedly said to Teresa who was sitting across from her.

"Hi, I'm Wendy. Theresa, Amanda didn't even eat dinner because of you." Wendy said jokingly.

Teresa looked at the restaurant and saw that few people were eating, and quickly called out, "Really? Amanda, how about I treat you to dinner?"

Amanda smiled and said, "Thank you. Go get your dinner."

"Okay, I have something to go first. Oh, uh, Hamza asked me to tell you that he left you some books and CDs for learning Arabic in the law enforcement brigade." When Wendy got up, she said to Oman Da said.

"Thank you, I see." Amanda glanced at Theresa who was about to leave, and said to Wendy.

A few minutes later, Teresa returned to the table with the tray.Putting down the plate, he asked leisurely, "Hamza? Well, your taste has changed now? Do you like Muslim men?"

Amanda took a sip of Diet Coke, "Come on, did I tell you, did I like a man?"

Teresa began to cut the steak on the dinner plate, and said while cutting, "But, you didn't tell me that you like women!?"

"That's funny! Teresa, you came to the restaurant to ask me about it?"

"Well, I'm here for dinner. I remember a girl came to you when you graduated from waitlist school."

"Yeah, didn't expect you to remember that. Well, I can tell you who she is."

"Is she your girlfriend? From the look in your eyes, I can see that." Teresa said after eating a piece of steak.

"It used to be, and now...we broke up." Amanda said, staring out of the restaurant window.

Theresa wanted to make fun of her, but she didn't expect her to reply, "Uh, I'm sorry."

Amanda shook her head. "Thanks, it's okay. Maybe neither she nor I were ready for a long-distance relationship when we went to Naval Aviation School."

"Well, do you love her then?"

"Well, of course I love her, and I hope she can find her love."

"Well, okay. Now that we've broken up, there's no need to worry about past relationships."

"Talk to me, how is it going now? Are you still used to it at Assad Airport?" Teresa laughed and asked with concern.

"Uh-huh, almost, it's just too fucking hot." Amanda uttered a rare complaint.

"I remember, you are a pilot in the Marine Corps. But how did you work in the Law Enforcement Group?"

"This is the rule of the aviation wing. Every new pilot has to work in other departments for a period of time."

As Theresa continued eating her steak, Amanda watched her go all out.He asked softly, "Theresa, is this your second visit to Iraq?"

Teresa snorted softly, "Yes, that's right. God bless me, I was not killed or killed."

Amanda reached out and pressed her left shoulder, "Lady Luck will always take care of you."

"That's it? Come on, we haven't seen each other for two years."

"Yeah. So, what do you want me to do?"

"Wait until I finish my steak."

When the two came out of the restaurant, Teresa shook the bulletproof helmet in her left hand a few times, "Hey, will you invite me to Starbucks?"

Amanda replied as she walked, "Of course, anywhere."

"Actually, I envy you, Amanda," Theresa said.

"No, Teresa. I know that your job is also very dangerous." Amanda said silently.

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