Chapter by Sam
"We Who Have Seen War, Will Never Stop Seeing It...
In the Silence of the Night...
We Will Always Hear the Screams."
Joe Gallaway
Sounds of war, faint at first, soon grow louder...
With screams that accompanied them
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"...ON THE RIGHT!"
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"WATCH YOURSELF!"
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"JAP PATROLS...TAKE COVER!"
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"MEDIC!"
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"MAMA! MAMA! IT HURTS SO BAD!"
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"I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
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"DAX ON YOUR LEFT!"
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DAX!
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Dax!
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"Dax!"
In instant, Dax shot up at the sound of his name being urgently whispered in his ear. In another instant, Dax grabbed hold of the hand that had a firm grasp of his shoulder as it shook him gently. The next instant, Dax was straddling the unseen person's chest, hand raised with claws out and ready as a snarling growl escaped his muzzle.
"DAX!" a frightened feminine voice screamed in the darkness, actually making the silver-furred wolf pause in his actions.
"IT'S ME BABY!"
After taking a moment to steady his breathing, Dax then took the time to allow his mismatched eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room he was in. Before long Dax was able to take in the familiar surroundings of the Hawaiian motel he was staying in to kick of shore-leave, the floral pattern wallpaper popping from the sudden light that flooded the space from the lamp on the side-table.
However, the light also provided Dax a view of what he could only describe as a cursed sight...
Sweets, his lovely girlfriend, her gorgeous cream-colored body half-naked in a simple bra and pair of panties, pinned to the bed as he straddled her waist, tear-filled eyes wide in terror...
And upon noticing the claws protruding from his fingertips, Dax was hit with the horrifying realization of what he had almost done.
Quickly moving himself off of Sweets, Dax moved to the edge of the bed they were sharing, sitting his tail end down as he did. With that, his exposed back, his only for of cover on his body being a pair of boxers, slumped over as his arms fell limply across his thighs. But, from where Sweets sat, having pulled herself up from he previous position, she could see Dax bring his hands up to his face.
Then she heard...
The pained sobs of her love.
Moving quickly, Sweets crawled over to her hurting love. When she reached him, she gently circled her arms around his nick, her chest pressed against her back as she began to shush the tormented pilot, his shoulders shaking with each sob as big, salty tears stained the fur on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he finally spoke through his sobs.
"SHHH," Sweets cooed as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, "it's not your fault...
Now breath with me."
Sweets had realized from the moment Dax first lashed out of the deck of the Enterprise that he was dealing with Shell Shock. But it wasn't until after Iwo Jima that she and the others found out that he had frequent episodes of war-flashbacks, his mind making him relive each horrifying memory of what eh experienced. But luckily, Sweets had develop a copping mechanism for Dax...
Meditation.
Before long, Sweets guided Dax through their regular practice when he had an episode.
Breath in through the nose for eight seconds...
Release for ten...
Breath in...
Breath out...
And so it went for five minutes.
Before long, Dax's sobs had subsided, a calm expression sweeping over his face as his eyes drifted to the special woman in his life, from her caring brown eyes, to her creamy fur, to her fierce determination on battle, and to her caring personality.
In an instant, Sweets found herself pulled into a deep passionate kiss as her boyfriend turned around. Before long, the female pilot found herself on her back as Dax hovered over her. At that moment, all Sweets could do was moan as let her hands roam over Dax's muscular figure, all while his hands caressed her womanly curves.
Then Dax pulled away...
And uttered three words that made tears of join fall from her eyes.
"I Love You."
And to Dax's surprise, Sweets rolled them over, allowing her to straddle his waist as she planted her lips hard on his, putting all she had into this one embrace, before pulling away and giving a responce.
"I Love You Too," she began with a loving smile, a smile that soon became quite...
Devious.
"...My Big HANDSOME Daddy."
And just as she said this , Dax's eyes widened as he saw Sweets begin to remove her undergarments.
And for the rest of the night, the sounds of the two pilot's passionate moans filled the room.
Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
Evening
April 11, 1945
The bar was alive with activity.
Mugs clinked as toasts were made at the counter our various tables.
Billiard Balls clacked as they hit and other on the pool table.
Moans sounded from couples making out in shaded corners.
And shoes pounded on the floor as loud swing music played over the radio.
At the Bar, King sat with Sam and Cain, each dressed int heir civies, typical slacks and short-sleeved button-downs of varying colors and patterns, sipping at a mug of beer as they watched the other's have a good time.
Cody, dressed int eh same manner of attire as them, dancing with his daughter, now his only child, as reminded by the picture of Daniel placed by the bar alongside Hutch, Hench and Able. The three males actually found it adorable the way the girl, clad in a violet, floral-pattern, knee-length dress, would balance herself on her father's feet when a slow song came on, almost as if she were just a little tyke.
Elsewhere, Dax, with Sweets close by, was off shooting pool with Rex and Claws.
Samson and Delilah had opted out of the party, wanting instead to spend time with each other.
And everyone knew what that meant.
Hell, one would assume the two where rabbits based solely on their libido.
And the rest of Angel Squadron danced the night away with several sailors who were on leave. Although Kate and Lilly did have to drawn the line at anything outside of dancing since they had tow very handsome wolves fighting in Europe who would be none to happy to find out about any "escapades."
But, as King noticed, a particular female Colonel, dressed in a very lovely red blouse and jeans, sauntered up to him the moment of very lively swing number came on the radio.
"Care to dance, Colonel?" Eve teased as her tail swiped from side-to-side, a soft giggle escaping her throat as she saw King's do the same as he quickly rose from his stool.
"Thought you'd never ask, Colonel."
Within minutes, the whole bar was hooting and hollering at the sight of the two Colonels moving to the beat of the music. And at such a speed that one would assume they were still in their youths. It was also very clear that there was something "far-from-professional" brewing between the two officers.
But no one said a word...
Not even Kate and Lilly, who could only smile as King dipped there mother at the song's end, the latter's eyes going wide, only to fall as her strapping dance partner planted a playful kiss on her lips.
As the others applauded the act, Sam and Cain's attention were soon drawn to Terra as she walked seductively to the Rogue Captain, pecking his lips as soon as she reached him. And surprisingly enough, Cain wasn't bother by this. in truth, he had come to accept tat there would never be anything between him and Terra, but was still satisfied to see her happy, as evident by what she said next.
"Care to escort a TIPSY Lady, Home Captain?"
Both males actually chuckled at this.
"Certainly Captain," Sam responded with a sly smile as he got up and offered his arm to Terra. And as the two left, Sam sent a playful jab toward Cain.
"You'll find someone Cain. Your still good looking, VERY handsome...God you make me sick."
"AH get outta here you little wise ass," Cain said with a laugh, accepting the Captain's humor warmly as he watched the Rogue walk the Angel home...
Well, if home was the beach...
Where a raunchy make-out session soon took place.
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Unfortunately...
The good times were not to last into the next evening.
April 12, 1945
Pre-Evening
Sam's ears perked up as he walked past the seemingly deserted barracks of Angel Squadron, the causally dressed Captain preparing to join the other's outside for another night out.
But as he passed the aforementioned barracks, he picked up the sound...
Of Crying.
Walking cautiously into the barracks, Sam's eyes instantly landed on Lilly, her violet dress-clad body curled in on itself on the floor as a silent radio sat near her, a clear sign that she was the only one who had heard the news that was upsetting her.
"Hey Snowball," Sam cooed softly, not wanting to startle the clearly emotional girl, "what's wrong...watcha crying for?"
Upon reaching the girl, Sam squatted in front of her, sitting on his calves as he tuned his ears in to listen to what Lilly might say...
And he didn't like it.
"He's dead."
Sam's breath hitched as he feared the worst.
"Garth?"
Lilly quickly shook her head as more tears fell.
"OH God, not TONY!"
AT this point, Sam was getting tired of playing "The Guessing Game."
"Goddammit Lilly, who's dead?!"
Bringing her head up, Lilly's tear-filled eyes met Sam's as she dropped the biggest bomb in the entire war.
"The President."
For ten seconds Sam just sat there, eyes wide in disbelief.
And in an instant, he bolted from the barracks to relay the news to the others.
Earlier that afternoon,
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
Age 63,
Had died of a sudden stroke.
Of the group, Sam and King felt it the hardest, the two having worked closely with the President early in the war.
But, with Roosevelt's death, there would come great tidings 18 days later.
April 30, 1945
"Hitler's Dead."
The room went silent as Dax relayed the news that had just come in over the wire.
"Bastard Shot Himself in Berlin."
And by her side, Terra heard Sam whisper...
"It's almost over."
And it soon would be...
U.S.S. Enterprise
Off the coast of Okinawa
May 7, 1945
The Germans Surrendered.
An official document would be signed the following day.
And as the squadrons celebrated V-E Day, along with the taking of Hacksaw Ridge on the Japanese Home Island of Okinawa, in the barracks of the Big E, Terra leaned in and whispered to Sam...
"Happy birthday, Love."
Well...It was a helluva birthday present for the now 25-year-old pilot.