Novel & Cerita Funniest Military Stories

The soldiers rushed me onto one of their tank-like cars. Sunrise was just around the corner and their gear wouldn't protect them from the smoldering temperatures. The back of the paddy wagon had no windows, so it was impossible to know how fast we were moving or if the sun had already come up. The three Authority soldiers that sat in the back with me didn't seem to mind as they swapped their stories of the evening. One of them bragged about killing ten or more of the Enlightened while another laughed that he'd shot down the entire band.

She couldn't help feeling a bit distressed. She had heard that being in the military was tough, and today she saw it for herself. On such a hot day, they were wearing so much, and they didn't even have time to eat. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it. "You eat too." Valeria picked up a piece of meat and handed it to Shane. Without saying a word, Shane ate it. He ate things he usually didn't eat, putting them directly into his mouth.

He resembled a lost puppy. A chuckle escaped me, and I forgot the sound of my own laughter before that. There was no room for laughter in war, not even with my pack members in the little moments of silence we shared between battles. In the former years, it was nothing but blood and violence, and slaughter soon replaced any shred of laughter. I soon forgot what the feeling of a smile felt like; the feeling of your lips spreading to the edges of my face.The delight of helping a little boy from a hole and not a wounded soldier from my pack was almost too much to handle.

Sometimes I wondered if what I was doing with those men was romantic in nature, or was it just for a show? I didn’t get why they never really got lose themselves with me. One time I listened to Brad telling his friends dating me was like living in a military camp, and my family was the general of the military. I didn’t understand his words at that time, still couldn’t cope with his words.

However, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of stifled laughter coming from nearby. Two soldiers from a different camp had been passing by and had overheard the conversation. One of them was holding back his laughter, while the other elbowed him in an attempt to silence him. However, it was too late, as tears had already started to form at the corner of his eyes. The soldier could no longer contain himself, and soon his laughter echoed through the camp. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with amusement. "Hahaha! We'll be able to... Pft! Hahaha!"

I shouted at anyone who could hear me. Mila was a few feet away from me, and I ran towards her. "I’m okay." she said, looking at me up and down to make sure I wasn’t injured either. "Even during a fucking war, you can’t keep your eyes from me, can you?" I joked, which earned me an eyeroll. Friendly soldiers were walking out of the smoke disoriented before getting shot in the back. It was no time for fucking jokes. "I’m going in." I told Mila, who shook her head.

“I was running from an ambush. Bullet went off course. It was... embarrassing, yeah. But it hurt too.” Max nearly fell out of his chair laughing. “DADDY’s never been shot! The worst that happened was when he got superglue on his fingers helping me build a robot!” Clara looked up from her soup. “That was emotionally painful too, you know.” Max pointed his spoon at Javier. “You’re cooler than Daddy.” I shot him a look. “Max.” “What? Daddy said soldiers are cool.” Javier raised his glass. “Your dad is still a great man.”

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.

I turned slowly to look at him. “Oh,” I said. “That explains everything.” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I tried to stop it. I really did but curiosity got the better of me. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Is it true that in the army you guys only eat canned beans?” He turned and looked at me. Then he burst out laughing. “What?” he said between laughs. “Who told you that?” “Someone whose brother was in the army told my friend that they only ate canned beans and then she told me.”

“The ladies just wouldn’t stop talking tonight.” Vincent nodded absently, eyes glued to the screen. “My dad used to tell stories about the war, you know. Real ones. Not like these Hollywood types. He was in the Pacific, said the heat was worse than the Japs…” He launched into the same tired anecdote I’d heard at least twenty times, voice droning on about rations and foxholes while I stood there, pussy still throbbing from Henry’s thick cock. I tuned him out, nodding at the right moments, smiling when he paused for breath. He didn’t notice the flush on my cheeks.