A little militar tale. All opinions expressed belong to the story, we do not discuss politics here. Enjoy it!


Everything Okay?


08/14/2008 40 km north of Baghdad, Iraq
03:17 am local time

The closer they came to their goal, the more the situation stank for Sergeant Campbell. Their small convoy, a jeep and a truck, on which his squad was travelling, raised clouds of dust and were visible for miles all around. If the terrorists who had been sent to hunt had at least a little salt in their heads, they would have welcomed them with open arms. The orders unfortunately were these: reach the village and eliminate any armed opposition. No air support, the presence of civilians had been confirmed. No reinforcements, the situation was tense everywhere and this was a task of secondary importance. Twelve soldiers, thirteen with him. He wasn't superstitious but the clues were piling up.

Among the soldiers of the squad there was also a newbie, Isabel Vega, 26 years old. Medium height, thin, with little breast. Dark brown hair, cut up to the cheeks, nice face. She sat in the truck, along with the rest of the squas. She had been in Iraq for about ten days and still had to get used to the heat of that place. The climate of Boston was very different from that of the Iraqi desert. She didn't think she would go into action so soon but she was anxious to assert herself. She had had excellent results in physical tests, she was one of the best of her course. She knew how to shoot well and managed to do it discreetly in melee.

When she was young she dreamed of joining the police but the war had upset her plans. She watched on TV the disastrous situation in Iraq and, as soon as the university was finished, she decided to enlist. Isabel wanted to change the world, or at least make it a little fairer, piece by piece. She was nervous in any case, there were very high chances that they would find themselves in a firefight. She looked around, the others were as silent as she was.

She was the only woman on the team, some were nice and welcomed her. Men like Price or Parker knew that this place could be scary for a new recruit and played down the situation whenever possible. There were others with whom she preferred to spend as little time as possible. Collins especially gave her the chills. Sturdy, dark hair, overbearing eyes, he never missed an opportunity to tease her. He alternated contemptuous remarks about her physical appearance, calling her tomboy, no breasts, calling her good to nothing, to sexual comments, suggesting jokes about how he could make her feel like a real woman. At least the other squad members silenced him when he exaggerated. Isabel have never reported it to the sergeant. She knew that he expected nothing but an answer and he was pleased to be superior. She also knew she could slam him on the floor if needed.

Twenty minutes later they arrived. The sky was on their side that day and nobody saw them coming, the darkness had helped them. They parked the vehicles behind a slope and continued on foot. The village they had been sent to attack was no bigger than twenty houses, clinging to a rocky ledge. Dressed all the same, with a helmet, bulletproof vest and desert camouflage, the thirteen soldiers advanced silently and unseen towards the entrance of the village, carrying their M16s. Isabel's heart beat wildly, she could hear it pumping in her ears. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, he turned: it was Sergeant Campbell.

"Everything okay Vega?"

She got up a little, "All right, sergeant. Just a little anxiety "

"Quiet, it will pass"

The squad split into two groups, Isabel went with the larger one. They were in contact with the first houses when someone finally sighted them. Shouts in Arabic began to resonate in the village, some men went out in a dressing gown and assault rifle only to be immediately shot down by the American gusts. The battle raged around them, the terrorists were more numerous but the surprise attack had been successful: they hadn't had a chance to prepare, they fell like flies in front of the advanced attack of the two groups.

Isabel felt the bullets whistling around her, the adrenaline in her blood kept her more alert than ever. She fired several bursts of coverage but never really had anyone in the sights if not civilians on the run. She advanced with the others, they covered each other.

Slowly the two teams began to get together, Isabel saw the sergeant crouching behind a wall keeping an eye on the road. Suddenly, from a window, something caught her eye: an Iraqi man with an assault rifle in his hand was about to shoot her superior.

"Sergeant!"

Isabel screamed, shooting without reflecting a burst towards the enemy. The bullets reached the terrorist in the chest, the woman saw splashes of blood explode from his body, an expression of surprise in his eyes and then fell lifeless on the windowsill. She stared at him for a couple of seconds, it was the first time she had killed anyone. The sergeant ran across the road, tackled her and put her in a corner.

"Everything okay, Vega?"

Isabel nodded the second time that day.

"Stay safe, you're shaken. And thanks." He returned to the street shooting.

The battle didn't last long, ten minutes later the weapons fell silent. Twenty-two terrorists killed, three captured, one American soldier wounded, the attack was a success. Isabel had recovered and participated in the final stages of the battle alongside her companions.

The attack was over, Isabel was walking in the middle of the road, around her she saw the corpses and the pools of blood. She knew these were the bad guys but she couldn't help but feel a sense of anguish when she saw all those body. The only corpses she had seen so far were old people, cut short by age. Well dressed, in a coffin, surrounded by loved ones. This was very different.

A sudden thought, Isabel hastened her pace and headed for a particular point in the village. There, still in the same, identical position was the man she had shot at. Now that she looked better he was little more than a boy, nineteen, up to twenty. Three of her bullets had hit his heart, at least it was a quick death.

"You only did your duty, Vega"

It was the voice of Sergeant Campbell, he had the habit of arriving in silence behind the backs of the people.

"I know sir, I just wanted to … come and see"

"We've all passed by, soldier. It hurts, I know. And you won't get used to it. Which is good, otherwise we would become monsters. Think instead that you have probably saved people by shooting this boy, innocent people. And you certainly saved me "

Isabel felt relieved. Saving the world was not something she could do all at once. This time she had saved the sergeant and who knows how many others. It was her burden and she had to accept it.

"It was your baptism of fire, you were good. The first time I found myself in combat, I pissed myself! "

Isabel closed the eyes to the boy.

"Please sergeant, don't check my underpants then"

The sergeant laughed, helping her to stand up

"I have to go and fix some things. Stay alert, there may still be hidden enemies "

"Yes, sir"

Isabel walked, this time with her head held high, in the narrow streets of that remote village. Her companions were counting on her, she would not disappoint them. Her brown eyes scanned the windows for a threat, her hands securely gripping the assault rifle.

It was quiet when a cry reached her. They were the cries of a woman and, even if she hadn't talked a bit of Arabic, she would certainly have recognized the tone: someone was attacking her. She quickly reached the house from which the screams came, the door was already broken, on the ground she saw, in the midst of a pool of blood, a man with an AK47.

She crossed the threshold of the room from which the screams came, her eyes widening in front of her. A half-naked woman, physically toned and with a beautiful face, long curly black hair, was forced onto a table leaning against the wall. In the midst of her legs, too busy trying to rape her to notice her arrival, there was Private Collins.

"Stop, Collins!" Isabel screamed. The soldier's groans and lunges suddenly stopped.

"Shit!" He slowly raised his hands, the Iraqi woman flung herself into a corner of the room, squatting, trying to cover her nakedness with the shred of her dress.

"Vega, calm down and not to do nonsense" he tried to turn around.

"Calm down, shit!" She hit him with the butt of her rifle "You were raping a civilian, Collins!"

He chuckled "Come on, shoot me. I saw you first with that boy, you pissed yourself. You don't have the balls for this job, Vega "

Isabel was sweating in fear. She never thought she would point the weapon against a member of her squad, not even Collins. It was a piece of shit, she had often fantasized about beating him but not shooting him. She hesitated to answer, Collins realized that he had hit the mark, she was distracted.

He abruptly lowered himself and swept back in his leg. Isabel fired but the gust hit the wall in front of her, Collins's leg hit her ankle and knocked her to the ground. She let go of the weapon and found herself under her fellow soldier, his hands gripping her neck. He showed her his usual punch-smile in the face.

"I'm really tired of you, little bitch. It's time to give you a lesson! "

For a few seconds Isabel didn't react by looking for an action plan, she certainly wasn't going to end up killed by a cretin like Collins. Her left hand grabbed the man's testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. Caught by surprise, the man screamed with his breath down his throat. Isabel's right fist hit his jaw and knocked him to the ground. The woman got up and hit him with a kick in the middle of his ribs, then ran to retrieve the rifle and aimed it at him again.

"You broke my jaw, you bitch!" He shouted holding his hand on his cheek.

She giggled "Don't overdo, Collins. Your ugly face will certainly not get worse! "

A volley of three shots caught Isabel by surprise. It was the sound of an AK47. Three strong impacts on the right side, where Isabel knew the jacket didn't protect her. She turned to face the threat expecting to face another terrorist. The surprise blocked her for a second, Sergeant Campbell had time to tear the weapon from her hands and hit her in the chest with the butt of the weapon, making her fall to the ground.

Isabel touched her side to find her hand red blood. Staring at the ceiling she tried to reconnect what had happened. She saw the sergeant's face as he took the weapon and hit her. He must have been mistaken, he instinctively shot her, by mistake. What else could it be?

She saw him walk across her field of vision without a glance at her, grabbed Collins by the hair and hit him with a right hook.

"You're a fool! You're a dickhead! What did I tell you? "

Collins spat blood "Sorry Sergeant, I didn't remember it!"

"Of course you didn't remember it, you are always thinking only with your dull cock! I told you clearly: twenty days! Give me twenty days and Vega will be transferred to another team! And we can go back to doing what the fuck we want! And what do you do?" He hit him again with a kick "You rape a civilian during her first mission! I asked you to keep your dick in check for twenty days, I didn't think to ask too much!"

Isabel was on the ground listening to the sergeant's screams. She didn't want to believe what he was saying to Collins, they weren't really talking about what she thought, it had to be a terrible misunderstanding. She looked at her side, three holes vertically, it was very bad. She tried to get up with her elbows but a flash of pain crossed her chest and she fell back to the ground with a cry. The sergeant looked at her for a second, then screamed at Collins again.

"Piece of shit, I should kill you too, you don't know how happy I would be! But I'll already have too many paper to fill out with the casino you've made." Another kick in the ribs "Take your stuff and get out, I want to be alone with her. "

From the ground, Isabel couldn't see what was going on, she heard Collins's boots running away. Then the sobs of the Iraqi woman became a scream, immediately interrupted by a long burst of AK.

"Everything okay Isabel?"

For the third time on that day, the sergeant turned to her with the same question. His paternal tone did not mix well with the situation.

"Sergeant, please, don't …"

"Good Isabel, good" he said putting a finger on her lips "It will be easier if you let go"

The woman was shaking under him. "I don't … want to die, sergeant" was not the first time that Campbell found himself comforting a dying soldier, it was never easy. And this time he had fired himself at this.

"Nobody wants to die, little girl. But sometimes that's what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand "

In Isabel's eyes she saw a question that the girl didn't dare to do.

"Do you want to know why I shot you, Isabel?" The woman's eyes widened. She knew very well that it was he, but hearing him admit it so candidly baffled her.

"Life is hard here. Death is behind every corner. You can go shit and a mine blows your butt. Then they find your arm that still holds a roll of toilet paper. Really, it happened to Tarantino, fifth company. An inglorious death. The team needs something to ease the tension. "

He began to unfasten Isabel's bulletproof vest.

"These people already hate us, if we sometimes rape some girl the situation will certainly not get worse. This keeps the spirits up but you can't understand. I read your profile, a duty-bound person, an idealist. It's a real shame, you could be the best on the team with your skills but you couldn't stay. I told Collins to keep provoking you, I would ask for your transfer due to incompatibility with a team member. But it didn't work because that imbecile doesn't know how to keep the cock in place for more than a week "

All those excuses, those revelations came into Isabel's head like a hurricane. She could not imagine her teammates raping defenseless women, not those with whom she shared meals, with whom she joked during breaks. She could not believe that the sergeant not only endured, but took an active part in these rapes. The same sergeant she had saved even an hour earlier!

The pain and disappointment paralyzed her, she left tacitly that the sergeant took off her jacket.

"Isabel, if can be worth anything: I'm sorry. You saved my life, I didn't want it to end like this"

He stood up and took aim. Isabel stared at the wrong part of the assault rifle, three shots rang out in the house, one hit her below her rib cage, one just below the right breast, the other just above the left nipple.

The blows that reached her made Isabel jump, the pain was terrible, like fire in her chest. She had considered the idea that she would die but not be killed by her superior. When her perforated lungs began to fill up, Isabel began to spit blood, those that wanted to be cries were just gurgles in her throat.

The sergeant knelt again on her, slipped his hand into her pants and her underpants. He found her vagina perfectly smooth and wet. He smiled.

"Did you piss on yourself now or that joke from earlier was real?"

She kept staring at the ceiling breathing blood.

"You know, I really wanted to fuck with you. Unfortunately, the scientific exams won't allow me. You are unlucky. For the record: I didn't shoot you in the heart because it amuses me to see you dying"

Isabel could no longer hear him, lost in her agony. She wanted to change the world and now she couldn't even breathe. Big drops of blood had splashed her eyes and now the whole world was red. The throat, closed by the liquid, did not allow a little air to pass through. She clung to the life and to the sergeant's arm. He caressed her cheek whispering.

"It's everything okay, Isabel. It's everything ok…"

These were the last words that Isabel Vega heard before her gaze turned off forever. She bowed her head to one side and a stream of blood dripped to the ground.

Sergeant Campbell got up annoyed. It was time to clean up. She went outside where the men had gathered around Collins.

"He fell off a flight of stairs. Private Isabel Vega was killed by a terrorist in the fulfillment of her duty".

The men nodded, they knew well what he meant.

Campbell looked around "How many civilians are there?"

"We counted nine women and two elders"

He hated doing certain things "Take the weapons of the terrorists and kill everyone. Rifles, knives, I don't care. We cannot leave witnesses to what happened. The report will say that they were all dead when we arrived here, killed to keep them from falling into the hands of the infidels. "

The men left with a serious expression.

"Collins, a month of hell awaits you!"

He leaned against the jeep and began to hear the first screams and the first shots. He lit a cigarette.

"And someone recovers the body of private Vega. We certainly can't leave her here! "

He shook his head.

"Idealists …"
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Here the story ends. This is the logic final, the one I imagined this story with, we can say the official one. Unfortunately for Isabel, I thought it was a waste to leave her there, so I wrote a little alternate ending

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The sergeant knelt again on her, slipped his hand into her pants and her underpants. He found her vagina perfectly smooth and wet. He smiled.

"Did you piss on yourself now or that joke from earlier was real?"

She kept staring at the ceiling breathing blood.

"Fuck, how I would like to fuck you" he looked at the girl's body with a lustful look. He had a fair number of rapes behind him, like everyone else on his squad, but never with a soldier, let alone a pretty one.

"Fuck it, I have a friend in the morgue who can cover me"

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his penis in full erection. He lowered Isabel's trousers: her underpants were white, wet with a yellowish stain. He also removed those and penetrated her slit.

Just when she was beginning to accept death, Isabel felt the horror grow even more. Not only had her sergeant shot her treacherously, now he was raping her!

Lying on her, Campbell pushed at a steady pace, slipped his right hand under her shirt and squeezed her breasts regardless of the wounds. The pain for the girl was terrible, her screams continued to drown in the blood while the sergeant's cock continued to violate her. This was not how she wanted to die. Big drops of blood splashed her eyes and the whole world turned red; above her, she saw the chin of the man who was raping her, his stupid smile in the grip of pleasure. She could hear his moans and giggles as he treated her like a hole to break.

The sergeant increased the pace, the only sounds you could hear in the room were his moans of pleasure, Isabel's gurgling and a monotonous * chaf chaf *.

Isabel clung to life with every strength she had even though she knew that every extra minute was a minute of agony. She barely noticed when Campbell came out of her. Without understanding how, the woman found herself sitting. Her brown eyes tried to focus on something that was in front of her but without success. Something entered into her mouth, she opened it wide without understanding what it was, her brain was dying out. She wanted to change the world and now she couldn't even breathe with Campbell's cock tucked to the bottom of her throat "Choke you with this, Vega, choke you with this!"

These were the last words that Isabel Vega heard before her gaze turned off forever. The sergeant held her head with two hands and moved it back and forth, the heat and moisture from the blood around his penis sending him into raptures. Finally he came, with a cry of pleasure, holding Isabel's head close to his pelvis.

After a few seconds to catch his breath, Campbell slipped the woman's mouth from his cock and turned her head upwards. Her eyes were dull, her half-open lips allowed a sticky mixture to flow along her cheeck, red and white. Chuckling he touched her nose and let her fall to the ground sideways.

Satisfied, Sergeant Campbell stretched and tidied himself up. It was a great idea, fuck discretion, the morgue Morris could cover him. And who knows, maybe even he would have taken a ride with that beautiful corpse.

It was time to clean up. She went outside where the men had gathered around Collins.

"He fell off a flight of stairs. Private Isabel Vega was killed by a terrorist in the fulfillment of her duty".

The men nodded, they knew well what he meant.

Campbell looked around "How many civilians are there?"

"We counted nine women and two elders"

He hated doing certain things "Take the weapons of the terrorists and kill everyone. Rifles, knives, I don't care. We cannot leave witnesses to what happened. The report will say that they were all dead when we arrived here, killed to keep them from falling into the hands of the infidels. "

The men left with a serious expression.

"Collins, a month of hell awaits you!"

He leaned against the jeep and began to hear the first screams and the first shots. He lit a cigarette.

"And someone recovers the body of private Vega. We certainly can't leave her here! "

He shook his head.

"Idealists …"