July 16th, 2008
Squaddie Night by Army Boots.
It was a hot, sweltering day, followed by a hot, sticky evening. The traffic on the M4 moved freely through the heat induced fug of early evening. Even though I was doing 70, I had all the windows open and it still felt muggy. After a few hours heading east, I pulled into one of the service stations for the obligatory pee, get ripped off at the cafeteria for a cup of tea, and some half-hearted people watching. Well, the pee was perfunctory, the tea expensive and the people boring.
Until I was back in the car and heading back onto the motorway, that is. On the runup through the petrol station to the motorway is where the hopeful hitchers wait, cardboard signs at the ready. I usually shoot straight past them, never looking back. This time, one caught my eye and I managed an emergency stop skilfully placed so that the passenger door was right in front of him.
He was a squaddie; fresh off exercise by the look of him. About 5′5″ tall, close cropped dirty blond hair, full cammo kit, scruffy boots and a holdall nearly as big as he was. He leant in to the window, and I caught a whiff of fresh sweat; nothing unpleasant, just the scent of a bloke recently heavily exercised pre-shower…
July 13th, 2008
Sargent’s Fuck Boy by Reddyone.
My mother got pregnant before she was ever married but my father would not assume responsibility and left her to fend for herself so I never actually met my real father. I was two years old when she met as guy and married him. She had two more girls in quick succession and our life as a family began. My stepfather tried not to show partiality but his two girls did get most of the attention. I didn’t hold it against him as he was good to my mother and I was taken care of also. Even though I was about two years older than the girls they soon out-grew me in size.
I have always had a small frame as well as hands and feet. I could tell from the old pictures that my father was a small man too. I was not big enough to play contact sports but I did make the swim team and won a couple of ribbons. But before all this happened I became my sister’s favorite pastime. They would get me in their room and put lipstick on me and sometimes dress me in their clothes. I would walk around the house with my mother’s over-size shoes dragging as I walked. My mother would kid me and tell me what a pretty little girl I was. I ended up wearing female clothes a lot until my sisters started to get interested in boys and forgot their pranks. Both my sisters were taller and bigger than me and played soccer so I spent a lot of time alone trying to amuse myself…
June 26th, 2008
Der Cowboy by Tragic Rabbit.
Fighting was hard during the nine-mile drive from Bastogne to Houffalize; a series of bitter attacks and counterattacks in steadily worsening weather. The Ardennes Offensive was all too effective; eight German armored divisions and thirteen infantry pushed towards Antwerp against minimal American resistance. In desperation, Patton threw the 17th Airborne, the 87th and 35th Infantry, and the 11th and 6th Armored Divisions into his defensive line, now stretching 25 miles from the frozen Oerthe River to the Clerf.
June 18th, 2008
Cowboy’s N’ Marines by Devil Dog.
The two most attractive types of men to me are Marines and Cowboys. Marines (not only because I am one) because they’re super masculine, butch and strong. Cowboys are just about as Marine as any “civilian” can get. Here’s a story about a Marine and a Cowboy….
May 28th, 2008
Basic Training by Jake Plisek.
Fort Benning, Georgia…. my home for the next 9 weeks. Here I would train to become part of America’s elite fighting force, train to shoot, move and communicate. I would hone my mind and body into a killing machine. I didn’t realize that there was more to my training than just learning to become a soldier…
May 25th, 2008
Shell Shocked by habu.
The two soldiers worked quickly and efficiently, going through the buildings in the little village on the outskirts of Baghdad, checking to make sure the area was clear before the medical convey went through…
May 20th, 2008
War Games by Dougie fae Glesca.
A 48 hour military exercise between the Parachute Regiment and the Royal Marine Commandos.
