One hundred and forty nurses were graduating today from Walter Reed Army nurses school today. Each of us had completed nurses training at various schools and institutions.
The army had paid for our educations in return for a four year commitment in the Army nurses corps.
I had attended Columbia University and done my internship at Bellevue in New York City. That was one rough hospital. 80 hour weeks and fighting off the cops and firemen in the emergency room.
Then here at Walter Reed for 20 weeks to learn emergency combat medicine. It was fine it was 1964 and the world was at peace.
We were all awaiting assignment.
I was friends with Susan Porter, Ellen Brown and Jenny Wong we were all receiving our lieutenants bars today.
We hoped we would get assigned together. We did it was Tokyo. Great, they had a great hospital and it was a major city and cost of living was reasonable.
Susan was from Chicago and had gone to U of Chicago school of nursing and then interned at Westbrook in Chicago, She was 5 ft5 32B, 24, 34 brown hair brown eyes.
Ellen was from Minneapolis and went to U Wisconsin and then interned at the Mayo clinic. She was 5ft 4 blonde 32B, 22, 35 green eyes. Jenny was from San Francisco went to UC Berkley and interned at UCLA Medical center. She was Chinese American 5ft2 32A, 20, 30 brown eyes straight black hair.
My name is Ann Hogan, I’m from NYC and I told you Columbia and Bellevue.
I’m 5ft 6, 34B, 24, 35, blond blue.
We all decided to go into Washington and party after graduation.
The ceremony ended and amidst screams and tossing hats we made it to the parking lot. We all were going to Tokyo together. We had to report to Fort Dix, N.J. to pick up supplies and board a plane at the air force base. There were a total of 25 nurses and 11 doctors going on this trip.
Things were just beginning to light up in Viet Nam. None of us were worried only Americans there were advisors.
We flew from New York to Chicago and then to San Francisco then to Hawaii then to Midway then to Tokyo it was a four propeller job and took 26 flying hours.
We finally arrived and were assigned to Tokyo General Hospital. I was assigned to ER some of the others were surgical nurses some ward supervisors.
It was later that week that American troops were assigned as combat forces in South Viet Nam. President Lyndon Johnson had committed us.
It was five months later when Jenny and I were assigned to the 4736th field hospital in South Vietnam.
Our tour was 6 months in a combat zone maximum. Piece of cake.
Things were uneventful we only received a few casualties and they were usually broken legs or jeep accidents or drunken fights.
All of a sudden we started to receive some real combat casualties and they were horrifying. Even my emergency room training did not prepare me for the lost limbs the young vibrant soldiers who had lost an arm or stepped on a mine.
This went on for almost three months when we got word to prepare to evacuate.
We packed up our medical supplies and wounded and started to load them on trucks, we had seven trucks and the first 5 got away clean. The nurses were scheduled to get on with the walking wounded and clerical staff on number 6 and 7. All at once we were overrun by hundreds of North Vietnamese troops. They killed everyone but the women. They captured me and Jenny and Mary and Tonya who were from different training regiments.
They took us with them as a counter action developed.
We were taken by truck and ox drawn carts into Cambodia; we didn’t know it was Cambodia we only found out after we were rescued.
They locked us in a hut and fed us watered down soup and rice. Once a day was when we ate. Jenny was the object of attention being oriental.
One day they brought all four of us into a large barracks. There were perhaps twenty soldiers in there and by the look of them all officers.
One of the leaders spoke fluent English. He told us that many of his men would like to have sex with us and if we were willing we could live. If not we would die but it would be slow and horrible so as to entertain his men.
He said, “The traitor will be punished until she dies.” He was referring to Jenny who was born in San Francisco and couldn’t speak or understand a word of any oriental language.
They stripped her naked and hung her from the rafter by her wrist and then 2 men picked up bamboo canes and started a methodical striping of her body. These two men worked her over for exactly 15 minutes when two more rose and took their places. They never missed a stripe. We had to sit there and watch. One soldier came up to Mary and said, “Fuck.” We were all naked all the time so she didn’t have a stall. He grabbed her and hoped on her and just plowed into her until he came and then he got off and watched the rest of Jenny’s punishment.
I was next a soldier grabbed me and threw me on my back he hoped on with no warning and fucked me. He came rapidly and just hopped off and went back to watching. By now Jenny had been caned for a solid two hours, Mary had been fucked three times Tonya who was big 5 times and me four times. Thank god this was a small penised race. They use no lubricants not even spit.
This continued for another 5 hours Mary and I had to sit and watch her punishment and we were used every 20 minutes or so when the soldiers got horny watching the sadistic little bastards. I lost count but I must have been fucked 25 times and Mary and Tonya at least that many.
I said to the English speaking leader. “She’s had enough let her down.” He asked, “Are you willing to take her place?” I said, “No not really.” He said, “Well one of you are going to be up there being beaten until we decide we’re tired of watching. She is oriental so we like watching her.” He went on, “But a blonde will be fine also.” He said, “In fact let’s give her some company.” I started to get up to run. He barked some words I didn’t understand and two men grabbed me.
Now I was hanging next to Jenny and two additional men were assigned to my body.
The cane was vicious and my cries of pain next to Jenny’s sobs of surrender heightened the attention of the all male audience. Now there were two distinct lines at Mary and Tonya and as quickly as one man discharged another replaced him neither girl had time to close her legs for a second.
I had my own problems as the canes slashed my body on both sides with painful slashes. I tried to keep count but I kept trying to pass out also. I felt if I was unconscious it would hurt less. The little man at my front was particularly fond of striking my nipples. I would snap back and scream at each nipple stroke. Then he found out how sensitive my clitoral area was and delighted in swinging upward and catching me right on my hood. My eyes would jerk open wide and I would scream loudly each time that happened.
Now a new man took his place and canned me with a new ferocity. I was afraid to see what my body looked like. Soldiers kept coming into the building and using Mary or Tonya and then leaving again.
Jenny had completely passed out but then continued to whip her. The English speaking officer said, “She has to remain awake to enjoy this. He barked an order and a man stood behind her with a bull whip. He struck twice on her buttocks and as she spun around I saw the deep gashes bleeding. The English speaker said something in his language and a man brought a bottle of something and poured a large amount onto a rag and applied it to Jenny’s cuts. She came awake with a scream. The man said. “Vinegar.” He said something to the man with the whip again and he laid two slices on my ass. I could feel the blood running down my legs.
He said, “Now if you decide to pass out we can wake you so you won’t miss any of these pleasures.”
I was overjoyed. Mary and Tonya were getting a work out. The English speaker indicated that Tonya should replace me. I was taken down and as badly striped as I was a man was mounting me before I was on my back. Tonya was a little larger than the rest of us, she weight almost 180 lbs and was only 5ft 6. Two men started canning her. The officer barked another order and the two men canning Jenny sat down leaving her hanging there a bundle of scars, the man with the bull whip took a position and methodically cut her to ribbons. Little cuts appeared everywhere and trickles of blood soon covered her diminutive body. Another man came and washed her in the Vinegar solution and her body danced in pain. I think she was unconscious but still reacting involuntarily.
We watched Jenny whipped to death. They just left her there hanging. The other three of us were taken to a compound and a collar was fastened around each of our necks. Each collar was attached by 6 ft of thin but strong chain to a post sunk in the ground. A futon was thrown on the floor next to each of us and we were prodded with bayonets on rifle points to lay down. A line formed at each of our pallets. There were at least 25 men on each line. One after another they mounted us. The first man’s deposit was the next man’s lubricant. It was non stop. The man who had just finished with me went to the rear of Mary’s line. I tried to keep count but I passed out and they kept mounting me with or without my attention. Occasionally a bucket of water would be thrown on me to wake me. It had been 15 hours at this point of non stop rape.
I was so sore and so tired I just wanted to die. I felt I was going to be killed anyway so why not get it over with.
The closest I came to rest was a five minute piss call. They led me to a smelly filthy pit that was used by everyone. I was allowed to squat over the open pit and tinkle. There was no paper to wipe with. I was yanked back to my pallet and my chain was hooked back up to my collar and they started in on me again. The closest I came to cleaning up was the bucket of water that was thrown in my face when I slowed down or dozed off.
The three of us were raped non stop for 30 straight hours. I finally just passed out and three buckets of water failed to wake me.
I know I was raped several times while I was unconscious. Finally we were all allowed to sleep for 6 hours and then fed a bowl of rice and a bowl of weak tea.
Then back to our pallets and the line up again. There was nothing sexual or rewarding from this at least for us girls.
The English speaking officer came and the three of us were taken into the center of the square and he said, “The men are complaining that you are just laying there and not cooperating.” I opened my mouth and said, “We’re too tired to do anything but lay there and be raped.”
He said, “Here’s what we are going to do, we will punish you with studded paddles. These will put small puncture wounds in you ass. If you do not react to the sex of the soldier he will place you in a puddle of vinegar and then you will respond whether you like it or not.
He said, “You first Miss big mouth.” He was speaking to me. He had me turned over a bench and showed me a paddle studded with short nail points. He landed four hard spanks. The nails penetrated my buttocks leaving blood streaks where the nail points punctured. The spanks were ultra painful and I was crying real tears this was no show for sympathy it was real pain.
He signaled to a sergeant and the line formed. He handed the sergeant a bucket of vinegar and a sponge.
The first man mounted me and I was not ready for returning sexual pleasures so the sergeant soaked the sponge in vinegar and slid it under my ass. Oh god I was up and fucking like a well paid hooker. My hips were flailing up and driving my vagina onto the invading penis. I just didn’t want to have to settle back on that sponge. After the man had deposited. I attempted to keep my lower body up in the air. The next man was sadistic and forced my buttocks down onto the sponge. I was fighting to get my ass up and away from the pain of the vinegar in the cuts. The man was fighting just as hard to drive me down onto the sponge. The resulting effect was I was fucking his brains out and I didn’t want to.
I noticed that they had done the same thing to Mary and Tonya. The girls were fucking as hard and fast as they possibly could. The English speaking officer said, 12 hours on and then a 4 hour break. Oh my god they expected us to be able to keep fucking like this for 12 hours straight no way.
Some how we got through the first 12 hours and then were left in place but alone for 4 hours. We all slept then we were ruddily awakened by a bucket of water thrown on each of us. The line was there and so was the bucket of vinegar and the sponge.
The officer grabbed my ankles and held my legs up in the air as the sergeant applied four new spanks with the nail studded paddle.
This time he struck the back of my thighs and the blood was flowing from these new sores. He said now you have to keep your ass and legs up off the vinegar sponges,
Then he lay several soaked sponged under me. I had no choice I had to wrap my legs around my attacker to keep my buttocks and upper thighs from suffering the pain of the vinegar bath.
The other two girls had received the same treatment and I noted they all had their legs wrapped around their attacker.
This orgy went on for 7 more hours. Every three hours or so the paddle was used to open new pain points.
Oh God please kill me was my thought.
Tonya finally just collapsed and even the vinegar baths did not revive her.
I thought she was the lucky one. The officer ordered a large cauldron filled with water and placed Tonya in it. They arranged a harness so her head could not go under water then they lit a large fire under the cauldron.
They had not let up on us they just arranged us so we could watch Tonya’s fate.
The water seemed to be heating up and Tonya looked so content. Another thirty minutes and the water was almost to the boiling point and Tonya was screaming in the most sadistic pain imaginable. She was being cooked alive.
The officer who spoke English said, “If you slow down or quit you’re the next one to bathe.”
They poured in cold water to bring the temperature back down. Tonya was already beyond caring. So they built the fire back up until the water bubbled in a rolling boil and left her in there keeping the fire going for 3 more hours. Mary and I were forced to continuously perform while watching her death.
They took her body over to the pigs and threw her into the pig sty. We tried to look away.
Now we were given our break. When our 4 hour break was over they stood us in the center of the drill field and the canners came and striped us until we were raw. Then we were placed back on out filthy pallets and the line up began anew.
Mary passed out from sheer exhaustion and they prodded her and wiped her with vinegar sponges but she didn’t care.
They placed her in the cauldron and fastened her neck so that her head would remain above water and she could not drown herself.
They positioned me so that I had to watch while the line formed to use my body.
Then like a Jon Phillips Souza tune I heard the thump thump of helicopter blades. You could hear them before they came into sight. My current suitor was in mid stroke when he jumped up off me and grabbed his pants and headed for the woods that surrounded the compound.
I jumped up as there was no one to stop me and ran full throttle for Mary in her cooking broth. I tried to turn the kettle over but it was too heavy and way to hot for me so I grabbed a stick and started to scatter the fire under her pot.
6 Blackhawk’s were landing and rangers were running toward me. God I hoped they knew I was American. I stood there naked, not even embarrassed surrounded by 30 or so Army Rangers. A captain was in charge. I said, Lt. Ann Hogan, U.S. Army nurse corps.
Mary by now had been dragged from the water her skin was red all over but she had not started cooking yet, thankfully. We calmly remaining nude related our story. I wondered how many Vietnamese soldiers had intercourse with me. I thought over the seven days we were captured at least 500. I was raw and could not stand comfortably. They quickly covered us with ponchos and flew us back to an army field hospital.
The doctor examined both of us we both had syphilis and gonorrhea and I was pregnant not more than a week so they did a D&C and cleaned me out. Mary and I both stayed in the hospital for three weeks while the infections were cleared up. We both were promoted to 1st Lieutenant and awarded the bronze star.
I was the only woman in the history of the military who fucked her way to a medal.
We were sent back to the States and offered a chance to be honorably discharged. I elected to re enlist for 6 more years. Where else could I line up another 500 men?
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