Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

Isaac blinked, clearly hesitant, but also not wanting to deny Alice’s sympathy “I served in the army for a while and, after that, I spent two years in Russia…” “You’ve been in the military? Oh, man, that’s cool.” Giovanni said, impressed as any other teenage girl would be “What kind of training did you get there?” “Uh… Nothing too impressive. My superiors were hoping I’d make a career out of it, but I had plans to go into business at some point, so…”

“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.”

“My father and Giuseppe Reina served in the Army together. They were just kids—barely out of high school. My dad didn’t come from money. His father was a coal miner in Pennsylvania. His mom worked in a grocery store. If he wanted college, the military was the only ticket. “Giuseppe… you probably know, he was the second son. Much younger than his brother. That brother was groomed to take over the family business. Giuseppe? He was an afterthought. Spoiled, wild. Drugs. Booze. Fights with rival families. “Eventually, his father gave him a choice: clean up in the military or get cut off. He enlisted. Ended up in the same basic training class as my dad. “When Desert Storm broke out, they were dep

Ixora, her heart heavy with empathy, implored him, "Oh my God, Jerald, why? Please, tell me everything." And so, he began to share his story. He recounted tales of his loving parents, the unbreakable bond with his twin, their shared educational journey, and their decision to join the Army. They had dreamt of exploring the world together, experiencing everything it had to offer. Jerald painted a vivid picture of their achievements, excelling in all their military and martial training. He spoke of their journey from the All-In team, designed for beginners, to the elite Python Team, surpassing three other squads. He described their numerous successful missions, each victory celebrated side by s

“Last chance. Tell us the truth.” ‘Fine.’ Adrian suddenly realized that no matter what he said, his wife and sister would not believe him because they have never been exposed to people of his status. So, Adrian said, “All right, I’ve been in the army this whole and was just discharged this year. My friends from the army told me that General Summers would be coming over. That’s how I found out.” “I don’t care how you were before this, but please behave yourself from now on, all right?” Samantha said.

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.”

Herman pummels him mercilessly while Riki is trying to block the pommel with both of his arms blocking his body and face. While pummeling him, Herman remembers the time when they met on the first day at the military academy. “Hey, Herman, why do you join the army?” Riki asked. “Promise me not to laugh, okay?” Herman said blushed. “Alright,” Riki said. “I join the army as I want to use machine guns every day.” “I see.” “You don’t laugh?” “Why should I?” “You don’t think I”m nuts? I am a grandson of a great general who joins the army with such hilarious motivation.” Herman asked blushed.

(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.

I wouldn't appreciate it if he asked about my family on the regular. "No," he says, obviously understanding my question. "Although you are correct that I was issued one in the army. The US military does not allow servicemen or women to keep their service weapons after being discharged. I got one after I came back because I'd become so comfortable with it. I actually feel weird without it. "Now," he says, setting aside the Colt. "The Glock." As with the rifle, he explains the operation and cleaning of the gun, completely breaks it down, and puts it back together. "Your turn," he says when he's finished.

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.”