In fact they could not legally marry due to Army regulations, but it was as though they were. Lien, attempting to emulate American women, sweetly gave him the usual response, “You want this, put a ring on it.”, but often times gave in to him, driven by her own sexual desire.
Indeed he had been looking forward to a night of good boom-boom to de-stress from the travails of war, but it had been a busy night at the bar where his girlfriend worked and she wasn’t in the mood. She panted and wiped sweat from her brow. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”He was sleeping naked beside her, oblivious to Lien’s condition. “What does you name mean?” he once asked her.“Lien means ‘lotus blossom’” she had told him. Most of the GIs had trouble with Vietnamese, so gave their girlfriends and other women American names. I will keep you safe.” ‘Lee Ann’ was his Americanization of her name.
Her GI boyfriend Conner tried to reassure her. Lien heard the loud explosion from the missile in her mind played on a loop, and recalled how the ground shook. It wasn’t just the humidity she was still shaken from the skirmish that had taken place between American troops and Vietcong guerillas a day or two ago. Sweat glistened over the young and beautiful Vietnamese woman’s body that was drenched in it. Lien Bai Dong awoke with a start in the middle of the summer night.
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