Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

A young man who had been listening to the entire conversation suddenly joined in, "Why are you all so unconfident?" One of the soldiers who had commented earlier responded to their newcomer friend, "Gale, you can talk like that because you were one of the top five soldiers in yesterday's training." "That's right. Your abilities can be said to be almost equal to theirs because you even managed to defeat our War General's son, who came in fifth yesterday, right below you," a soldier with blond hair said, who was starting to get a little long. The person being talked about, who ranked higher than Elliot Gardner, was Gale More, a 20-year-old soldier who was only a few points behind Elliot.

It was he who finally broke the silence. "So, what's your first on the list of things you wish to know" I had a cup of water before clearing my throat "First, how did you learn how to cook so goddam well" “I was in the Army—special forces,” he replied simply. “I had to learn how to cook.” “You were in Cag Hart’s division, weren’t you?” He nodded. “So was Matt Caldwell. A lot of local guys turned up there.” I knew not to push my luck too far. Libby had told me that he didn’t like to talk about his unit’s participation in the earlier Iraq conflict. So, I didn't pry any further and let it be.

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

she asked as she laughed, somewhat surprised with that knowledge. “Army.” He said as he looked at her. “How did you know?” “My dad was in the navy, and my brother's in the army and navy.” She replied. “Bootlicker is a normal term in my house. Why did you get out?” “Medically discharged.” He replied as he pointed to his shoulder, “On my second deployment, I was shot through the shoulder while on rounds. I lost a bit of mobility at the time, and they didn’t want to wait to see if I got it back.”

Usually after a day outside the wire, we would go back to Nathan or Brad's CHU (containerized housing unit) and play video games or go work out. By the time I was 25, we were on our third deployment, this time to Iraq. It was a lot different from Afghanistan and we were involved in a lot of fire fights. Noah and Oliver planned to get out of the Army after this deployment. They were going back to New York. I had no idea what I was going to do. My eight years was almost up, and I was considering staying in the Army and making a career out of it, but then things changed.

“ Yes sir, That was even before he got married to my mother, so I do not know about it ” “ That is so unfortunate, you know the military must have been really hard on him ”. Grandma Nana chipped in. “ But sir, how did you know about that? ”. Audrey found the courage to peek at her curiosity. “ I was a general in the army but retired after the death of my wife, so of course I know about every little secret that goes on ”. His gaze on her deepened and Audrey felt she was going to melt, Carter noticed the fire in his father's eyes and thought it was time he took his woman away from those dark eyes.

“Ignore Linnea. She’s always been dramatic and jealous. We’ve never gotten along.” He kissed the spot softly. “I would never do anything to hurt you, baby.You have to believe that.” “But the name,” Ian pressed, pushing against his chest to look at him. He wasn’t backing down this time. “Why is it so different from the one you use? Why did she call you that?” Zhedya sighed, a heavy sound like he was carrying the world. He looked away, his handsome face shadowed in the moonlight. “When I was eighteen,” he began, his voice low and rough, “I joined the military. Special forces. We did… terrible things. In places like Iraq, Afghanistan.” He paused, swallowing hard. “Monstrous things.”

We were given a mission to rescue them safely but our mission was compromised which led to killing of our men including our leader the warrant officer. For my bravery act, I was given a medal and got promoted to the rank of staff sergeant. Now I'm in a plane going back home after my service in the north and only few minutes left for us to touch the ground. ******** My name is Desmond da Silva, I'm 24years old, and I'm in the army, it's my fifth year. My father sent me to army school since I was little which give me a easy access to gain entry into the army. Army school isn't that bad as I first thought infact I don't think there's nothing wrong in Navy school.

(Hwa Young) She cried again as she looked straight at me, I supposed my stories does kinda seems a little bit emotional and messy as a roller coaster rides. But to me, my Military life, although it was annoying as heck, but there is a good thing about it, I learned so much and also, I got my revenge in the end and also I got my reputations that even made me one of the influential figures in the Underworld. If I must say, my life goes into a smooth sails after my time in the military, because I have already learned some messed up shit, so because of that nothing really can fazed me much.

she asked as she laughed somewhat surprised with that knowledge. “Army.” He said as he looked at her. “How did you know?” “My dad was in the navy, and my brother's in the army and navy.” She replied. “Bootlicker is a normal term in my house. Why did you get out?” “Medically discharged.” He replied as he pointed to his shoulder, “On my second deployment, I was shot through the shoulder while on rounds. I lost a bit of mobility at the time, and they didn’t want to wait to see if I got it back.”