Right Place, Wrong Time: Chapter 1 - Gael

“I can’t believe that you’re leaving tomorrow, cabrón (asshole)! Who am I gonna show up when pulling ass at the bar?” Elliott shouts across the mess hall, causing an uproar around the room. It was a running joke that between Elliott’s down home, southern, good ol’ boy looks and my exotic Spanish features and accent, the two of us have slept with every male and she-wolf in the camp, including some of the officers.

I’m not saying I’m a man-whore. I’m also not, not saying I’m a man-whore. I just really, really like sex.

“Idiota (Idiot). You can’t beat me with that gringo accent! Now you’ll at least be someone’s first choice instead of leftovers when I’m occupied,” I call back good-naturedly.

Shouts of “Oh, shit!” and “Damn!” are called out while Elliott throws his head back and laughs his ass off.

This is something that I’m going to miss when I’m discharged. As part of the explosive ordnance disposal (EOD) unit in the Navy, we are a small and elite group that tend to be dep