Jimmy Jane

Chapter 6 ~ sexy Saigon

Jimmy jane  

chapter 6 ~ Sexy Saigon 

Timmy POV ( I know I know you've been waiting for it)

When I thought of becoming a patrol leader, when I first signed up for the job I thought the following: Pay rise, VIP pass to all off limit parties and special military meetings. Also I have no limit on the amount of letters I want to send, the higher up you are the more letters you need to send to your higher officer, but my higher officer never gets letters from me. I use the extra bonus on Jane. 

Well I get a slight pay rise and VIP passes but there is a whole emphasis on the military meetings. Every time we are on break back in Saigon which is very rare, I spend ninety five percent of my time sitting in a stinking hot room with men all older than me, with bald heads and beards, talking about nonsense that they call a meeting? 

Honestly I don't care how many letters you wrote your mum, I only care about my letters. So far, in this current 'meeting', all they have done is pour coffee and order food from the pretty Vietnamese girls, who wait on us like kings. 

"Okay now men, now for the more pressing issues, The Vietcong have moved their warfront forward closer to our territory on the second west front. We will need extra patrols in that faction, who wants it?" The big burly commander grunts. 

I look around the table, at everyone's red sweltering faces. None of us want it, who wants to be closer to them. We may be soldiers but we aren't stupid. It would be suicidal; the Vietcong is the stinger to the bee, the teeth to the lion, the most deadliest part of the whole jungle, that is if the spiders don't get to you first. 

I shouldn't volunteer, Jane needs me, she is probably at home, climbing trees and swimming in our swimming home alone. Without me, because I left her. I should've done something, broken a leg, developed a fake virus, but no. I didn't. I thought of my brother and went, dad would want me to. I let expectations override me. 

But I Do. I shoot my hand up and wake myself out of my weary state. I might get home sooner, anything to see Jane again. 

The Commander looks over at me and Smiles. His plump face straining with effort. 

"Timmy Chatsworth" 

"Yes sir, I am sure my soldiers are ready and prepared to take this front" I muster all my strength. They are not ready. Bloody John is still making jokes and being stupid. He is a clown, and I like the humor to keep us going. I actually like him a lot, I just wish it was a different place, where a clown can't get your head blown off. 

" Sorry son, can you please step out side for a moment I will be out with you in a minute, take your sack" he smiles, then returns for volunteers. 

What, declined, he just declined my troop. He must know about John, great, I'm going to get it now. I fume inside my head but I try to keep calm on the outside. 

I lift up out of my seat and grab my backpack, Dry cleaning, just picked up from the laundry on the way here. 

I walk out of the room, and stand in the old wooden corridor. Dropping my bag on the ground at my feet. Two minutes later another patrol leader comes out, then another. We all stand in a line. 

One of the men is probably two years older than me. 

"What do you think has happened?" I ask him, his skin has been aged by then sun, a smooth stubble appears on his chin. We all have that, when we are in the bush it is let it grow or try your best at your kniifemenship skills. 

"I don't know mate, but at least now I know its not one of my patrol members mucking up" I smile at him. 

HE chuckles" we all have one of those, the other day mine thought he'd put on a firework display and thought shooting in the air was funny".