Animal Handlers

Foreword

I pissed off a lieutenant commander, so now I am “In Country.” I am also very stoned. I expect both conditions to last through the next 359 days and a wake-up. Today I am a Doc on my first hump with the Marines.

In time I’ll be friends with these grunts. At the moment they intimidate me, every one of them, in spite of the fact I am two years older than their lieutenant and almost six years older than the rest.

They awe me with their cynicism, with their practical wisdom, with the sheer sexual attractiveness of their physically near-perfect bodies. They call the Corps “the Crotch.” Being anywhere near them scares the shit out of me. It also makes me hornier than I have ever been, or, most likely, ever will be again.