Combat Medic Training

He didn’t ask for cartilaginous ass plates, but military science made him a warrior. And late at night when the nightmares come of innocents killed or twerking an enemy to death in a dark tunnel, he tells himself he did it to protect the other wombats in his unit. He sucks it up, soldiers on and does his duty. He’s Cecil the Combat Wombat, and he’s seen some shit, man.

Serving with distinction in the military may earn you medals and promotions, but it also earns you more headaches. The reward for a job well done is more work, and our hero Cecil is discovering that as the new project officer for P.U.S.S., or Project for Utilization of Sentient Species, the Australian Army’s newest effort to integrate uplifted animals into combat and support units. Not only does he have to ride herd on a force of felonious wombats and a detachment of deadly mongeese, the newest addition of uplifted Australian indigenous species may prove to be his biggest challenge yet or...

My father wrote his story and never published it. He passed away in 1991 and 2016 year marks 25 years since his passing and 50 after he left for Vietnam. To complete his goal and share his story this is being published to honor the memory of the good people who have been witnesses to war. A collection of David's personal stories from Vietnam during 1966 - 1968. From training, his transition to Vietnam and time in combat. To his time in the Civil Affairs unit living in the villages with the Montagnard, providing medial care between ten villages. By the time he left the Civil Affairs unit, ...

Marcus never wanted to spend his life stuck in a hospital bed, but when that life ended, he found himself with an offer he couldn't refuse. A god from a different world wanted to whisk him away and give him the freedom to live a new life. With nothing to lose, Marcus takes the deal and ends up in Wentaria.