The Girl Next Door
Written by: Lt. Wolfe Category: Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Lt. Goldman meets the girl of his dreams.
Disclamer: PFC Whinwright and Lt. Deseray James were created by Lt. Wolfe. All TOD characters are copyright by Tour of Duty.
Lt. Myron Goldman and the third platoon arrived back at Tan Son Nhut a short while ago. They had just completed five days of humping the boonies. PFC Whinwright had twisted his ankle and the medics took him to have it looked at. Myron wanted desperately to just go to his hootch and relax. First, he had to let the brass know what the third platoon found after five days in the jungle. Nothing.. Absolutely nothing worth to report.
Lt. Goldman knocked on the door of his commanding officer's office.
"Lt. Goldman reporting as ordered, Sir." Myron saluted the major.
"At ease, Lt. What can you tell me about the VC in your assigned patrol sector?" Inquired Major Darling.
"No significant contact." Reported the Lt.
"What exactly does that mean, Lt.?"
"Sir, it means that during the entire five day recon patrol the only signs of 'charlie' that we found were sandal tracks and half eaten fish heads." reported Lt. "One of my cherries twisted his ankle getting off of the chopper. He is being tended to by the medics."
"How many 'charlie' Lt.? A platoon? A squad?" growled the Major.
"Impossible to tell, sir. They were all around us."
"Very well, Lt. I want your mission report on my desk before 1300 hours tomorrow."
"Yes, Sir" Myron replied as he saluted the Major and left to some much needed personal time to clean up and to gather his thoughts for the report that he had to write for the major.
As Myron was walking back to his hootch, he heard Lt. McKay approach from behind. Myron was not in the mood for any of McKay's always present witty remarks.
"Hello there, Myron. I sure pulled your guys tails out of the fire this morning, didn't I?"
"McKay" Myron said with irritation on his voice. "For one thing our tails were no where near the fire. For a second thing it's your job." Myron answered firmly.
"O.K., I was just making small talk to ask you if you want to go to the 'O' club for a few beers."
"Thanks, McKay. I have a mission report to type for the major by tomorrow afternoon. I have to devise a way to make what happened out there into what the brass wants to hear. After that I'm going to the hospital to see how PFC Whinwright is doing."
"Sounds like a plan my man. I'll meet you at the hospital 'O' club. You really need to relax more."
Myron just ignored McKay and went into his hootch.
End Part 1.
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Myron sat at his typewriter. He began to replay the days' events in his head.
"No, no, no" Myron said to himself out loud. "That's not how it went down. Damn."
After a full hour of trying to type the report for the Major, Myron hadn't accomplished anything except filling up his waste paper basket and giving himself a headache.
Myron was so annoyed, that he began to swear in Yiddish.
He decided that he would take McKay up on his offer to have a drink at the hospital 'O' club when he went to see PFC Whinwright. No doubt that McKay would be there by this time and impressing all the ladies about his dare-devil flying. Myron donned a sports shirt and slacks and headed out the door.
Lt. Goldman arrived at the post hospital. Inside the scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils. He stopped at the nurses station to ask about PFC Whinwright.
"Excuse me, Capt. I am Lt. Goldman, I am looking for one of my men. A PFC Whinwright. He fell out of a chopper earlier today."
"Yes, Lt. The PFC is going to be fine. His x-rays were negative. It was only a sprain. And he has been released to quarters for three days. A Sergeant Anderson came to take him back to his hootch."
"Thank you." Myron turned to look for McKay at the 'O' club.
At the 'O' club, Myron had guessed right. There was McKay trying his hardest to find favor with the ladies. That is, all except one. She was sitting at a corner table alone. Damn, she is gorgeous. She must be a nurse here, Myron thought to himself. Her soft, blonde hair was flowing gently over her shoulders. Her blue blouse and her short skirt went well with her blue eyes. Myron passed by his friend.
"McKay, I have a date with an angel. A lady that beautiful shouldn't be alone. I'll see you later."
McKay heard an invitation for competition in Goldman's voice.
"Hey, Goldman. I bet you won't even be able to get the lady to have a drink with you."
"No bet, McKay. How about putting a free weekend at your fancy apartment in Saigon on the line ? If you are right, I will promise never to bad mouth your flying skills again."
"Your on, junior." McKay said confidently.
Soft music was playing in the background. Myron wandered to the table where the unaccompanied woman was sitting and having a drink. Goldman was unaware that a pair of unseen eyes were watching his every move. Those eyes belonged to the lady's chief surgeon. Myron was a smidgen nervous. He approached his objective with caution.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Would you care to have this dance with me? My name is Myron. Lt. Myron Goldman."
"I would like that very much, Myron. My name is Lt. Deseray (Des-er-ray) James. My friends call me Desi."
Myron and Deseray strolled onto the dance floor. The jukebox was playing the song, Duke of Earl. As I walked this world, nothing can stop the duke of Earl. And you are my girl, and no one can hurt you. Oh no. Yes, I'm going to love you. Oh, Oh come on let me hold you darling because I'm the Duke of Earl...... And paradise we're going to share.
Myron looked deep into Desi's eyes and held her closer while they danced.
Deseray laid her head softly on Myron's shoulder as they danced. It was evident that they were both delighted in each others' company.
Johnny McKay was across the room not believing what he was seeing. He knew that he had just lost his apartment in Saigon for a week end.
The music ended. Myron and Deseray walked back to
the table.
Deseray broke the silence first. "Myron, what unit are
you with ? How long have you been in country ? I hope
I don't appear too nosy."
" No, Desi your not." Myron said with a smile. "I'm a platoon leader in Bravo company. I've been in country for just less then three months. How `bout you ?"
" I'm a nurse here. I've only been in country less then two months. Working in the O.R. here is so much different then in the real world. My E.R. experiences have really helped me a lot."
Music started to play from the jukebox once again.
"Would you care to Dance, Lt ?"
" I would be delighted Lt."
The couple began to dance as the music played. When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd change the world for the good thing he's found. If she's bad, he can't see it. She can do no wrong .Turning on his best friend, if he put her down.
The music ended.
" Would you care to go for a short walk and talk
awhile ?" Myron asked.
"Sure. It's getting a little crowded in here anyway."
The couple departed the 'O' club, as the watchful eye of Deseray's chief surgeon, who gave a smile of approval.
End of part 2.
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The young couple strolled around the base.
"Where are you from in the states, Myron ?" Desi asked." I'm from Huntington Beach in California. It's near Los Angeles. My father is CEO of a big finance company."
"Oh, a rich, surfer girl." Myron teased. " I'm just an Army brat from New York city, Queens actually."
Written by: Lt. Wolfe Category: Romance
Rating: PG
Summery: Lt. Goldman meets the girl of his dreams.
Disclamer: PFC Whinwright and Lt. Deseray James were created by Lt. Wolfe. All TOD characters are copyright by Tour of Duty.
Lt. Myron Goldman and the third platoon arrived back at Tan Son Nhut a short while ago. They had just completed five days of humping the boonies. PFC Whinwright had twisted his ankle and the medics took him to have it looked at. Myron wanted desperately to just go to his hootch and relax. First, he had to let the brass know what the third platoon found after five days in the jungle. Nothing.. Absolutely nothing worth to report.
Lt. Goldman knocked on the door of his commanding officer's office.
"Lt. Goldman reporting as ordered, Sir." Myron saluted the major.
"At ease, Lt. What can you tell me about the VC in your assigned patrol sector?" Inquired Major Darling.
"No significant contact." Reported the Lt.
"What exactly does that mean, Lt.?"
"Sir, it means that during the entire five day recon patrol the only signs of 'charlie' that we found were sandal tracks and half eaten fish heads." reported Lt. "One of my cherries twisted his ankle getting off of the chopper. He is being tended to by the medics."
"How many 'charlie' Lt.? A platoon? A squad?" growled the Major.
"Impossible to tell, sir. They were all around us."
"Very well, Lt. I want your mission report on my desk before 1300 hours tomorrow."
"Yes, Sir" Myron replied as he saluted the Major and left to some much needed personal time to clean up and to gather his thoughts for the report that he had to write for the major.
As Myron was walking back to his hootch, he heard Lt. McKay approach from behind. Myron was not in the mood for any of McKay's always present witty remarks.
"Hello there, Myron. I sure pulled your guys tails out of the fire this morning, didn't I?"
"McKay" Myron said with irritation on his voice. "For one thing our tails were no where near the fire. For a second thing it's your job." Myron answered firmly.
"O.K., I was just making small talk to ask you if you want to go to the 'O' club for a few beers."
"Thanks, McKay. I have a mission report to type for the major by tomorrow afternoon. I have to devise a way to make what happened out there into what the brass wants to hear. After that I'm going to the hospital to see how PFC Whinwright is doing."
"Sounds like a plan my man. I'll meet you at the hospital 'O' club. You really need to relax more."
Myron just ignored McKay and went into his hootch.
End Part 1.
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Myron sat at his typewriter. He began to replay the days' events in his head.
"No, no, no" Myron said to himself out loud. "That's not how it went down. Damn."
After a full hour of trying to type the report for the Major, Myron hadn't accomplished anything except filling up his waste paper basket and giving himself a headache.
Myron was so annoyed, that he began to swear in Yiddish.
He decided that he would take McKay up on his offer to have a drink at the hospital 'O' club when he went to see PFC Whinwright. No doubt that McKay would be there by this time and impressing all the ladies about his dare-devil flying. Myron donned a sports shirt and slacks and headed out the door.
Lt. Goldman arrived at the post hospital. Inside the scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils. He stopped at the nurses station to ask about PFC Whinwright.
"Excuse me, Capt. I am Lt. Goldman, I am looking for one of my men. A PFC Whinwright. He fell out of a chopper earlier today."
"Yes, Lt. The PFC is going to be fine. His x-rays were negative. It was only a sprain. And he has been released to quarters for three days. A Sergeant Anderson came to take him back to his hootch."
"Thank you." Myron turned to look for McKay at the 'O' club.
At the 'O' club, Myron had guessed right. There was McKay trying his hardest to find favor with the ladies. That is, all except one. She was sitting at a corner table alone. Damn, she is gorgeous. She must be a nurse here, Myron thought to himself. Her soft, blonde hair was flowing gently over her shoulders. Her blue blouse and her short skirt went well with her blue eyes. Myron passed by his friend.
"McKay, I have a date with an angel. A lady that beautiful shouldn't be alone. I'll see you later."
McKay heard an invitation for competition in Goldman's voice.
"Hey, Goldman. I bet you won't even be able to get the lady to have a drink with you."
"No bet, McKay. How about putting a free weekend at your fancy apartment in Saigon on the line ? If you are right, I will promise never to bad mouth your flying skills again."
"Your on, junior." McKay said confidently.
Soft music was playing in the background. Myron wandered to the table where the unaccompanied woman was sitting and having a drink. Goldman was unaware that a pair of unseen eyes were watching his every move. Those eyes belonged to the lady's chief surgeon. Myron was a smidgen nervous. He approached his objective with caution.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Would you care to have this dance with me? My name is Myron. Lt. Myron Goldman."
"I would like that very much, Myron. My name is Lt. Deseray (Des-er-ray) James. My friends call me Desi."
Myron and Deseray strolled onto the dance floor. The jukebox was playing the song, Duke of Earl. As I walked this world, nothing can stop the duke of Earl. And you are my girl, and no one can hurt you. Oh no. Yes, I'm going to love you. Oh, Oh come on let me hold you darling because I'm the Duke of Earl...... And paradise we're going to share.
Myron looked deep into Desi's eyes and held her closer while they danced.
Deseray laid her head softly on Myron's shoulder as they danced. It was evident that they were both delighted in each others' company.
Johnny McKay was across the room not believing what he was seeing. He knew that he had just lost his apartment in Saigon for a week end.
The music ended. Myron and Deseray walked back to
the table.
Deseray broke the silence first. "Myron, what unit are
you with ? How long have you been in country ? I hope
I don't appear too nosy."
" No, Desi your not." Myron said with a smile. "I'm a platoon leader in Bravo company. I've been in country for just less then three months. How `bout you ?"
" I'm a nurse here. I've only been in country less then two months. Working in the O.R. here is so much different then in the real world. My E.R. experiences have really helped me a lot."
Music started to play from the jukebox once again.
"Would you care to Dance, Lt ?"
" I would be delighted Lt."
The couple began to dance as the music played. When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd change the world for the good thing he's found. If she's bad, he can't see it. She can do no wrong .Turning on his best friend, if he put her down.
The music ended.
" Would you care to go for a short walk and talk
awhile ?" Myron asked.
"Sure. It's getting a little crowded in here anyway."
The couple departed the 'O' club, as the watchful eye of Deseray's chief surgeon, who gave a smile of approval.
End of part 2.
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The young couple strolled around the base.
"Where are you from in the states, Myron ?" Desi asked." I'm from Huntington Beach in California. It's near Los Angeles. My father is CEO of a big finance company."
"Oh, a rich, surfer girl." Myron teased. " I'm just an Army brat from New York city, Queens actually."