Funniest Military Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Stone stopped at a small shop and bought me a large scoop of my favorite ice cream, watching me eat it with a look of pure, relaxed amusement on his face. As we walked, he began to tell me long, funny stories from his life before he ever became the President of the Iron Reapers—he talked about the ridiculous trouble he used to get into as a wild teenager, the silly mistakes he made on his first motorcycle, and the normal dreams he once held in his heart before the club took over his identity. For a few precious, beautiful hours, the dangerous, bloody world we actually lived in felt millions of miles away from our skin.

Monday morning was not easy for me. I haven't figured out how to proceed yet, so I decided not to go to breakfast, so as not to accidentally run into the dark ones. In the history of military affairs, I did not learn anything new and useful. To some extent, it was even funny to listen to the laudatory odes to Marner the First and his military strategy.

If he answers he shoots things for fun on the weekend, he'll ruin my fantasies. Crispin laughs, not at all put off by my ongoing questions. "Former SEAL, not just any military." I just manage to hold back the eye roll. "Of course." I've heard it all from my brother. I've never met a more muscled group of men so hung up on titles in my entire life. It's like they all joined cliques in high school and needed to run around bashing each other to see who was the best. As long as they're not in the Air Force they all seem to be the same. Those poor Air Force boys can't catch a break. Ninety percent of the jokes are about the air boys.

Sometimes it feels like the world is against me like no matter what I do, something terrible will always happen. I found my mother, was almost betrothed to some stranger and I'm about to be a soldier in war, all in the time span of one day. When am I allowed to catch my breath? I grabbed the first pillow I could reach and screamed into it, muffling the sound but letting out some pent-up frustration. Things can only go up from here, there's no way it could get worse than this. Usually in the movies, this is when something goes wrong. I waited for any dramatic screams that may alert the rest of the camp but all that could be heard was a chatter and laughter of the soldiers.

Gunny laughed. “Glad I don’t have to deal with a pregnant bitch to get my babies,” Jack snickered. “Ahhh, this feels like the good old days,” Jill chimed in. “You two going to run off to supply later?” Gunny laughed. They stood post and remembered the good times that they had while deployed. Their nights around pretend bonfires. Sending new recruits out on a snipe hunt. Covering for Jill and Celeste as they went on runs in their Were forms.

I looked down at my plate and moved my French toast from side to side on my plate. I didn’t know how to form the right words. It was annoying her. “Just spit it out” she exclaimed. I jumped at the random outburst. “He is my new Chief!” I squeaked. I saw his name on his ID, and I recalled the command contact slip, my Lieutenant handed me. “Katie, I almost slept with my Chief! I can get in so much trouble for fraternization! What do I do? You have to help me. I have never gotten in trouble in the military before.” I was starting to freak out. “You have never gotten in trouble in life before, not just the military” Katie retorted. That made me stop my oncoming panic attack. It was true. I’ve ne

They didn't need to ask me what happened; they knew it must be the handiwork of the female soldier. There was also this favourite soldier, who was loved by everyone. He was very friendly and had a special way of making us obey orders. He was voted the best military man in the orientation camp. He would always come with a stick like a Fulani herdsman. He never used the stick on anyone but he would threaten us with it as he shouted, If you are still in the hostel, you are wrong!

Henceforth, military tanks and infantries stood next to a wall of sandbags. A week before, a group of vampires attacked a village in the USA. Not knowing what is going in, the president of the USA asked the presidents of every country to place military forces on every border of every country and village. Now, let us go back to the present. A soldier stared below him, the simple crack of line in the road grew bigger and bigger. As he watches in terror, his legs trembled and made his body shake; accidentally dropping his gun in one of the fissures. He followed his comrades running to the tanks and tested their luck by jumping on the tanks while numerous fissures followed them with a speed. The

" That got a reaction. Milo and the rest of the gang were momentarily stunned, then erupted into raucous laughter. "Hahahaha!" "No way, did I hear that right? What's this guy on about?" "An army of thousands? He's got to be dreaming!" "I can't even—this is too much, hahaha!" The bald muscle man was doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his face. He jabbed his pistol toward the handful of soldiers behind Liam, taunting, "Hey, kid, you sure you know how to count? Maybe you should double-check your numbers there."