Military Stories Funny Novels & Stories

Not the polished hero narratives. The real ones, messy, half funny, half ugly, stitched together with humour because humour was sometimes the only thread that held you intact. Kellan lifted his beer and pointed at Dawson. “Remember the first week after we got enrolled?” Dawson groaned. “Don’t.” Jace cackled. “Oh, we’re doing first week stories? Please. Please do first week stories.” Miles’s mouth twitched. “We were all idiots.” Rowan smirked. “Speak for yourself.”

I am manik malhotra and i just love to shoot but guess what they have taken my gun and give me another one 'an army gun'. My trance broke when kabir laughed little looking at me. Yes how can i forget this bastard is number 1 sadist so isn't it normal to heard his laughing on my misery. " Wow manik tiger of mumbai land up in military school to teach students wow. " I can feel the sarcasm in his voice. Bloody jerk he is but i have to accept whatever he is saying is the only truth.

They’ve even fallen to a routine, which is singing, storytelling and laughing, eating, light drinking, repeat. And it doesn’t come as a surprise that Logan shares plenty of his anecdotes. He thinks that he doesn’t sound stupid in at least one of them. But hey, he doesn’t have to know that until the right time comes. “I have a sensitive soul, you know,” he laments jokingly. “When you say it like that, I become deaf to any good parts of your story,” Megan retorts and almost instantly, everyone falls into howls of laughter.

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

“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 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.”

Nicklaus said darkly making everyone except Kwan and his father of course, shiver. “This war is getting more interesting, and am sure I will enjoy the war a head. I was starting to get bored fighting weaklings but this super soldiers, wow, they are fun to spar with.” Kwan said making his father laugh, “true, you spar with them make them think they can kill you then you give them their deaths. Hahaha this is amazing!” Wang said as the father and son duo laugh at there not so funny jokes.

I heard snickering laughter behind me and wheeled around to see my soldiers all watching me with mocking smiles plastered across their faces. My smile suddenly froze on my face, then melted away completely. My feelings for Fiona were getting a little out of control. “Something funny?” I asked sternly, crossing the length of the training field swiftly. One soldier, a young man with short, dark hair, couldn’t resist daring to answer me with a sarcastic comment. “Not used to seeing you like that, Alpha,” he said, choking back a laugh. “The usually cold warrior…” he trailed off, but another voice finished his sentence from somewhere else in the group.

Vera deadpanned, then smiled when he laughed, really laughed, the kind that lit up his whole face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. She liked that sound more than she cared to admit. They fell into an easy rhythm after that. Nothing serious, nothing heavy, just snippets of stories, childhood mischiefs, and mutual teasing that felt like balm after everything that had happened. He told her about sneaking out of his boarding school with his friend and getting caught three blocks away because his friend had a weak bladder and needed to pee every twenty minutes. She countered with the time she’d raced an undercover cop in a stolen motorcycle and only escaped because he’d pulled over to answer

As they were still in their training fits, coupled with the vest and goggles, they looked funny and made jokes of each other. "Oi Shanks, I grew up in the other world and you look just like the teenage mutant ninja turtles I saw on those large screens, what do they call them again?" "Televisions?" "Yes yes, television haha." K, a notorious member known for his jokes, teased a bald muscular member. Shanks didn't show much reaction, he shot K a disdainful look and clicked his tongue like he couldn't be bothered with him. "No discussions. Eye on the road." The leader of the batch of 100 men of war stationed at the gate warned.