LAST TOUR OF DUTYHere’s another Lucky!” the private yelled as he pushed the stretcher out of the medical transport truck.Corey knew the Lucky could wait, but he gave the boy a quick glance anyway. The soldier had an abdomen full of shrapnel, yet he was calm, like all Luckys were. After a year of receiving Luckys, Corey knew this one would make it too.“Put him over there by the other two,” Corey said. “And get the rest of these boys into O.R.”The private nodded. Corey supposed he should have demanded a crisp “yes, sir!” but the men needed all the energy they had just to get the dozen wounded soldiers across the dirt to the makeshift operating room.At least it wasn’t raining. Of course, when it wasn’t raining in Nam, the air hatched wings.Corey strode into the scrub tent. The other doctors were already washing: Jim, the new guy, who still walked in a daze even though he’d been here three months; and soft-spoken Lonnie. “Three Luckys.” Corey elbowed on the faucet and held his hands under the running water.“How about the rest?”
