Saepe Expertus- Chapter SevenA Chapter by Dakota
Country: Iraq, Location: Undisclosed- November 2006- 1340 hours
"Hey, Sergeant Mitchell, why are we out here like a platoon of f*****g ground pounders? We’re supposed to be heavy guns, right?"
“Yeah, man, this is putting our valuable f*****g training to waste out here.”
It hadn't been a new concept: Go on patrol, something they did every three to four hours around the clock anyway. The only difference in today had been that some of his juniors enlisted were being exceptionally whiney about it. Dade rolled his eyes, "Did you f*****g forget to bring your tampons again?" Just as he had figured, the comment shut them up. He really never had patience for the new guys and he could never figure out why. He wouldn't have the chance to figure it out that day either.
"Hey, hey Doc look I think he's finally coming back around!"
"Dade? Dade can you hear me?" Doc Lyn's voice echoed in his head as his face slowly came into focus.
"Steve, you really should start brushing your f*****g teeth, bro." Dade forced a smile at his own raspy joke and tried to sit up.
Doc pushed him back down, "F**k you a*****e, we're just lucky we got chow before we rolled out."
"You going to make me lay in this damned street all day, Doc, or can we carry the f**k on?" Dade could taste blood in his mouth and felt a slight sting above his eye. He knew the gash was there without even having to touch it.
"We can't let you carry on with a hole in your damned head; now stop being a douchebag and lay still." Lyn growled back, fiddling in his trauma kit.
"A hole in his head would be a f*****g improvement." Lazaro quipped from behind him.
"You keep running your whoring a*s mouth and I'll make sure you make roll call in Arlington myself, mother f****r." Dade tried to laugh, but inhaled sharply instead, bringing Steve's eyes back to him quickly.
"What's it, Dade? Broken ribs, you think?”
Dade rolled his eyes, as he again fought to sit up "You're worse than my f*****g wife, Doc, let me the hell up so we can get our Marines out of this f*****g position."
They hiked back to the trucks after Dade made certain no one else had been touched by the blast and returned to the base after advising command of the situation.
Tyler would joke for the next two weeks that only Sergeant Dade Mitchell could directly step on an IED and only come away with a concussion and 14 stitches. Dade, however, would ask each member of the team exactly what happened hoping to recall a shred of what went down after he insulted the new kid. He never remembered a single minute of it.
Stateside- June 2006- Day Forty-Eight
"Have either of you heard any word on Tyson?" Stormie asked, folding the load of laundry in front of her.
"Do we really want to talk about Tyson right now?" Jae'Lynn asked, rolling her eyes.
"It’s just to make the time pass quicker!" Alexa paced around the bed, staring at the clock.
"You're making me nervous!" Jae’Lynn snapped at her, looking down at her phone.
Stormie sighed not looking at either woman, "Both of you just need to calm down!"
Alexa grinned incredulously at Jae'Lynn and pointed to Stormie, "She's telling US to calm down, really?"
Jae'Lynn opened her mouth to reply, but the phone in her hand beeped.
"That's it!" Alexa squealed and bee lined for the door leading to the Mitchell's master bathroom.
Jae'Lynn studied Stormie, who continued to fold laundry as if she were oblivious. She leaned in and lowered her voice, "Are you not excited, honey?"
Without looking up from the basket of towels Stormie replied in a neutral tone, "I want to wait and see, first."
Jae'Lynn's knack for knowing the obvious shone through, "Wait and see if it's positive or wait and see how Dade reacts?"
As Stormie finished sighing Alexa reappeared with a grin on her face that gave away the answer before she spoke, “Baby Mitchell number three!" She hopped up and down and clapped her hands mimicking a small child. "YAY this is so great!"
Stormie smiled and accepted the hug Alexa gave her, but Jae'Lynn wasn't moved even as she shared the infectious smile, "Will he be as happy as we are?"
Alexa, likewise, wasn't budging from her happiness, "He's got nine months to get happy about it, and it's not like his a*s is here with them anyway!" She handed Stormie her phone, "Call and make an appointment at the OB!"
Thirty minutes later Stormie joined the other two in her kitchen, "I've got the appointment made, and they say it's more than likely I'm six weeks out based on the time frame of everything.”
Jae’Lynn grinned but clucked her tongue, “Girl what do they say about waiting for all that?”
Stormie gave her a small grin in return, “Like Dade ever listens to what anybody tells him to do unless it’s something he wants to do.”
Alexa chuckled as she picked up her phone, "Let's call Marissa!"
"No!" Stormie shouted swatting at the phone and then, realizing she over-reacted measured her tone, "I mean I kind of want Dade to hear it from me, honey."
Alexa's smile that had faded in response to Stormie’s outburst quickly returned, "Well duh! Sorry I got ahead of myself! Are you going to tell him tonight?"
Stormie seemed apprehensive, "I'm going to have to wait till the right moment. I'll let ya'll know when he knows so ya'll can tell the world!"
Jea’Lynn gave her a knowing look with a small sad smile, but said nothing as Alexa pulled a baby name book out of her bag and opened it at the kitchen table. Stormie laid her head on the elder woman’s shoulder and sighed audibly. Jae’Lynn squeezed her shoulder and nodded towards their friend, “Go on and sit, I’ll bring you some tea, honey."
© 2013 Dakota
Added on March 15, 2012
Last Updated on April 23, 2013
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AboutI'm the mother of eight, wife of a Marine Infantry vet, now one of the Army's finest, whose done time in the sand. At night is when I get tunnel vision and there have been a few times I've seen the su.. more..