“Captain Kim Milowsky”. I stared at the name on the official paperwork in front of me with the US Army logo letterhead. I thought back to an Army ROTC Summer camp at Fort Knox, Kentucky and my all-too-brief encounter with a college-aged young lady by the same name and I wondered, “What are the chances?” I was assigned duties as an Operations Officer in a Combat Support Battalion at Fort Hood, Texas when the clerk placed t...

I was asked to take cadre command over a summer Army ROTC boot camp consisting of college-aged kids. I knew that the program was open to both girls and guys, but was surprised to find the competition so strong, especially from the females, for scholarships. The girls were supposed to be equal to the guys, but it didn’t take long for me to figure out that while the guys were physically stronger, the girls were more skilled...

The wheels screeched as the C-130 touched down on the runway. The jolt of the plane pulled Duncan back to reality. He was finally home. After a tour in Iraq and three tours in Afghanistan, he was done. He had decided not to re-enlist. He knew part of him would miss it, but there was a tremendous sense of relief that it was over. Once the plane stopped, he retrieved his things and followed the rest of the unit out the back...

MY STORY: My wife and I have been married for about five years, and while we are very monogamous, a recent event changed my mind about monogamous relationships. As an Army Officer I am expected to attend certain social events, and while my wife is not a social butterfly she goes along with me, because she knows the political importance of being the “prim and proper, socially connected” Officer’s wife. My Battalion Command...

The low quality gravelled mountain road forces Jack to drive at a frustratingly low speed. This landscape is devoid of life; all that can be seen in grey boulders and rocks. There are no other vehicles on this lonely road. Distance countdown markers provide the only bit of company. After four agonizing hours, he crosses the last ridge. Across the shallow valley, there’s finally some color! It looks like a white airliner;...

Being a military commander in a training cadre had its perks. My next assignment was in a Support Command unit at a military base in Texas. I was assigned responsibilities as an Operations Staff Officer in a rather large combat support battalion. We had engineers, mobile service stations, medical units, supply units, payroll processing and military police units, all a part of our broad and over-reaching scope of operation...

Being in charge of an Army training cadre has it perks. As a company commander, I could pretty much get anything I wanted. The most rewarding aspect, was seeing individuals working together, to form a team and accomplishing things as a group, things they could never accomplish as an individual. Getting through basic training is no easy task. Drill instructors are taught to break a person down, and then to rebuild them the...

As the commander over an Army training cadre, an assignment I didn’t want or seek, I had to deal with a host of disciplinary issues from time to time. I had to be fair in the administering of military justice and insure our main goal of teamwork and producing a well trained soldier remained centrist to everything we did. After disciplining two female recruits that had been caught in bed together--something for which eithe...

I am a company commander in a US Army training cadre and my first sergeant brought me a very unique issue. Two female trainees had been caught sleeping together. I reminded “Top” of the Army policy of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. My first sergeant is an old school Army trooper. He bleeds red, white and blue and he is a no-nonsense, “don’t give me a load of crap” combat-proven type of guy. So when I reminded him of the Army po...

I was jittery, so jittery. My index finger tapped out an unknown melody to which my heavy boots provided a rumbling bass beat in the aisle of the plane, much to the dismay of the woman sitting on the other side. I smiled uneasily and turned away, trying to force myself to stop fidgeting so much. I had just finished my first tour of Afghanistan as a Marine. I had been stationed in about a million other places; South Korea,...

Three days in Tokyo Day 1 By The Old Sailor This is as good a place as any to remind you that there is something very erotic about having a cock between your lips, and feeling the shaft glide over then and the head brushing over the roof of your mouth as it slips deeper into your mouth. The heat of the shaft, the taste of the pre-seminal fluids, the knowledge that you are giving pleasure just as you is receiving it. And t...