Sydney woke up with a start and blearily looked around.  For some moments questions flew through her mind.<i>Where was she?  Is there tea ready?  Why did I volunteer for this?</i>After a short while she sat up and let her covers slip off her and shivered as the chill air caressed her naked breasts.  She stood up and stretched, yawned and rubbed her eyes, then slipped out of her panties and tossed them in the laundry.  For the millionth time she asked herself<i>WHY</i>did she join?  Always the same answer.  To help the soldiers, in pain and wounded.  She wasn't even a Marine, just a Navy corpsman, but assigned to this Marine unit as their corpsman.  She did not think they liked her, but she would do her best to patch them up and show them she could pull her weight.  She'd never felt lonelier in her short life.   She stood under the hot shower and washed the sticky off herself, and applied the hair remover cream to her pits and private region.  No, these are Marines they'd call it my pussy or worse.  She blushed thinking such a rude term and vigorously scrubbed the cream off along with the thin remains of her body hair.  She stepped out of the shower and dried off, getting a bit of a thrill as she ran the towel over her nipples and<i>pussy</i>.  With a sigh she finished drying and slipped into a new set of panties and sport bra and looked at herself in the mirror.  She was fresh faced, unlike the others.  She'd never actually been in combat before.  Her almod shaped dark brown eyes were still bright and sparkled.  Her face wasn't lined and this all made her glaringly "The Effing New Guy".  This kept her away from the rest of her unit and she wanted badly to be able to talk to someone.  She zipped up the uniform coveralls and looked at the orders of the day.<br/><br/>Just a few announcements and the news of a refeuling stop at this uncharted system.  This meant a higher state of alertness and possible marine action.  She smiled sadly and headed to get some breakfast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>