By the end of this essay I will demonstrate why there is no relevance or value in not only conventional maritime forces but military forces period, when responding to a terrorist threat. I will do this by showing different possible scenarios of likely terrorist targets and how we as a "conventional military" become less than adequate. Does anyone in the fre...
Crowd, noise, dust and exhausted gas. After the silence and the clean air of the mountains and the hills, Kabul looked like a dirty, messy metropolis, and the medic, Katya and Yury were stunned, especially after a day of walking without eating. Ahmad had been generous, letting them go, even with no food. Nobody had any doubt, about it. And nobody had complai...
Continued from Chapter 2: "Thank you for your service," rang empty whenever someone mindlessly said that to him when seeing his dog tags hanging from his neck. To him, that phrase sounded too much like, "Thank you and have a nice day." He'd give them a stern look that made them afraid. "Thank you for my service?" Just as angry as he was violent, that's al...
'Christmas is a time for togetherness and compassion. It's not a time to be on your own, not if you have a choice.' That was what my wife Julie had written in her letter to me, and I couldn't disagree; which made it even more of a kick in the guts that this Christmas she was going to be over 3,000 miles away, in fucking Afghanistan. I didn't agree with Brit...
Gestalt 00.2: Angel Trumpet Flower~ the ghost of Thursday's past It's about quarter-to-five in the morning. I can tell 'cause that's the time the garbage truck always comes by making that fucking godawful racket that wakes me up just like this every fucking Thursday morning. Usually I endure this by silently fuming while practicing my gratitude meditati...
Hi All, This one's a departure for me, I can't give too much away but I hope you enjoy. The only warning I will give is that if you are looking for a story to get you hot and bothered then you might have to read another one after this. A big thank you to VR Snow for giving up some time in her busy schedule to fix up my mistakes. This story is dedicated to...
Continued from Chapter 3: While working deep undercover for the CIA in Pakistan, he routinely crossed the border to Afghanistan and Pakistan. From where he was perched atop of a hill, he could see the borders of both countries. At the time he was there, he overlooked a six-man band of Navy SEALS who were obviously on a mission. Even without binoculars or th...
They had been friends all through college. Frank and Billie had shared a dorm room for all four years. Billie sometimes got annoyed with Frank because he was kind of a braggart and full of himself, but still he was kind of fun to be around. If there was one thing that annoyed Billie more than anything else was Frank always bragging about the girls he had lai...
After a long day at work, Guillaume Etienne looked forward to finally going home. He'd been dealing with the drones at work long enough. Exiting the Place De Ville building, which housed the Revenue Canada agency for which he worked, Guillaume caught the double-decker 95 bus heading to the West end of Ottawa. At this hour, it was packed, filled with commuter...
William T. Vollman should be a familiar name to many of the readers and writers at Literotica, considering he wrote the introduction to Lit's recent published anthology of erotic short stories. Literotica also announced his winning of the National Book Award for Europe Central, his most recent novel. The fact that Vollman won this prestigious award should no...