This is a true story as told to me in an email from a reader. I looked forward to joining the Army. The only choice I had, really. My parents had no money, and we lived in the poorest town in the poorest part of Alabama. Jobs were hard to get and paid only enough to make crime worthwhile. Aside from the part about you-might-get-killed, the Army was the orig...
This is a true story, as told to me by an Army buddy. The names, places, etc. have been changed. "Just keep your underwear on, son. Don't take off any more than that, and you'll stay out of trouble." My father told me that when I was seven or eight, when he caught my cousin and me "playing with each other." Never forgot that. Even in the years when I didn'...
Never thought I would turn out like this. Never. Thought I was straight. Damn straight. No problems. No way did I have anything to do with the limp-wristed, simpering assholes marching in all the Gay Rights parades and cavorting on the TV coverage as if they wished they had tits. No way. I was a man. I had balls. Just graduated from Officer Candidate Scho...
The shrill ringing sound pierced his brain like a thousand church bells. He forced his eyelids open and for a few milliseconds he could not recall where he was. Somewhere off in outer space a phone was ringing and making one hell of a racket. Then, silence followed by a sleepy male voice. "Hello, who is this?" the sleepy voice asked. "Yes, this is Rich, wha...
This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. Many years ago, I was a lieutenant colonel in the US Army, commander of a Special Forces battalion, a married man of 50. We had a son, my military career was on track, and I was due to retire in a short time. The USA was then at peace, the military did only training, and discipline problems were few. Pr...
I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown. I wasn't exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40,...
My name is Kevin and this is my story. I was raised by my mother. My dad died in a car accident when I was four. My mother done her best. She never remarried and focused her time on providing for her little boy. I was finishing high school. The small town in southwest Georgia didn't have much to offer. I had the grades but not the funds to go to community...
As a horny gay US soldier who served in Iraq, I needed constant sexual release. Fortunately, there weren't a lot of women serving and the Army is full of big, muscular, he-men, so I had no trouble finding my prey. The military policy of don't ask, don't tell was still in full force, and nobody asked and even if they did, I never would have told. Back in 200...
He hoped Lucien hadn't decided he wasn't coming and had left. Paulu had turned the sheep over to his younger brother, Petru's, care, and that had taken longer than he anticipated. Petru was such a donkey. But then, Paulu supposed he'd been a donkey too when his father had trained him to the shepherding. It wasn't as easy a task as many thought—certainly not...
'You are hereby requested to report to the United States Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough, New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of September.' I held the letter in my hand and stared at it uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the physical, (and why wou...