Gay Military Story Novels & Stories

Maya joins under her own name, because lying on firearm paperwork is both illegal and, more importantly, untidy. She saves the lying for everywhere else. "Previous experience?" the man at the counter asks. "Minimal." Technically true. In her first life, she fired a handgun twice. Once at a target and once at something that used to be a security guard. The first shot missed. The second did not, but only because the dead are inconsiderate about personal space. The man is called Grant. Ex-military, according to the framed photo on the wall and the way he stands like furniture has disappointed him personally. Close-cropped grey hair, flat voice, emotional availability of a padlock.

I quickly ran like a child to them and immediately hugged them. "How are you?" I looked at hubby, as if he was telling you to say that it's okay. The gay man can order tsk, I had a chat with Mommy and Daddy while hubby was busy in the kitchen, he was cooking.

I never had to kick anyone's ass for her, but I would have. After high school, I joined the National Guard. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I would get money for college, plus a few hundred bucks a month. As anyone who has enlisted in the military can tell you, recruiters lie their asses off. This guy assured me, "Oh, if you're in the Guard, you'll probably never get called on to go into a war zone. The last time that happened was back during the Gulf War, and they called up the Army Reserves first." Bullshit.

" There's a group of people that have been foiling our plans lately. I need you to assassinate their leader" " But I'm just an ordinary guy" I said feigning innocence. He chuckled and stretched forth his hand to one of the guards who placed an Apple iPad on his palm. He operated it for sometime and looked straight into my eyes. " Richard L. Williams, born on 24th of June 1985 in Starlight City. Married to Jane Williams, oh and your daughter Ashley, almost skipped her part" he said and smiled mischievously "Joined the US Military in 2009 with two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq. Awarded a medal of honor for saving the life of a Lieutenant and two corporals soldiers from the hands of the

"When I was 16, I joined the land warfare service of the U.S Armed Forces. My father had been a commander for years and my brother had signed up years before me, I guess you could say that it was a tradition in our family. Once I'd finished the training, I got put on a team with my father as my commander. My brother had also been teamed with me, probably because of our name and who our father was, and I'd been teamed with 5 other men. We were pretty much the dream team, we laughed together, cried together, they were my family. In January 2014, we got put on a mission in Afganistan, we were to check a small village, that had been ambushed, for any survivers. We'd found a few, mostly woman and

At least that is the plan. I went down to baggage claim, to collect my seabags, and garment bag, and suitcase from the carousel. I saw a fellow sailor, in his NWUs, or Navy Working Uniforms, the unmistakable blue digit camo. He had a sign that said “MM1 SW/AW Lee” in big bold letters. Great, I get to travel in civies, and I get picked up by a junior sailor in uniform… Not how I wanted to start the newest adventure of my life. I had several people, who were also collecting their luggage, looking at me like I was insane for having a seabag, or two. People still think that women don’t belong in the military. “Uncultured swine” I grumbled to myself, as someone was staring daggers at me. I star

Some damn thing with a uniform. He'd actually been in the Army for a short time. Until he'd been involved in an altercation with a fellow recruit. It hadn't been his fault. Gary Wayne Gentry didn't take shit off of anybody. The cry baby had had his jaw wired shut for a few weeks, and everybody lost their mother-effing minds. To keep the bureaucratic wheels running smoothly, they've given him a General discharge, and Gary was adrift once again. He'd tried the police and the firefighters, and gotten damn close, too. It was always when they saw the results of his personality inventory that they said, "Thanks, but no thanks."

"Go on." "So at twelve I joined the military training camp. Since it's literally life or death, your rank on the outside didn't matter. It was all merit based. No one cared who my parents were there, only that I earned my place." "You enlisted at twelve?" Meanwhile, at twelve I was learning how to sleep with one eye open and weaponize a kitchen knife. "Yeah. It's the youngest anyone can start. The military became my entire world once I joined. I don't think I'd ever be able to stop." He smiled.

she told him in a soft voice. "No. This one was all on me." Silence as he looked away from her. "I don't know how to be with anyone, Shannon. When I turned eighteen, I left a bad home situation. Luckily, I managed to get a college scholarship. I still had to work, though, so for four years all I did was study and work. I went right from there to the military. Twelve years. Six of them with Delta Force." Another pause, this one longer. Shannon wanted to prompt him, but her instincts told her to wait him out. Let him proceed at his own pace.