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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Even those who never served in the military are probably mindful of how unique the life of an enlisted person must be. As a veteran of seven years, I can certainly bear witness. Most could not imagine, though, that finding romance or even occasion for casual sex can, itself be an exceptional challenge.
Without fail, every time I share any of my sordid tales of intimate congress while in the Army, people are overwhelmingly shocked and enthralled. Hopefully, with this short story that I'm calling Eros Army I can stir up a little amusement, curiosity and lust or possibly encourage others to write about their time in service.
I always welcome comments, criticism, feedback of any kind. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy. Before you dig in I got most of the way through with laying down the story before I realized how much exposition there was. Hope this helps. The waiting, that's what always irked me. We'd spent weeks preparing, training, packing all the possible equipment we might need. Convoy brief, safety brief, there's op orders and frag orders.
They wake you hours before dawn for staging, rushing you every step of the way, and here we were, waiting. Having been a soldier for as long as I had, I was well disposed to the annoyance of coping with down time. This was an era, mind you, before electronic hand-held devices devoured spare moments between essential tasks. I wasn't much of a reader, as if that was an option.
Puzzles and games were not practical. No, you had to be imaginative, keep your mind occupied, but still ever vigilant. At a moment's notice you could be obliged to do Army stuff. Maybe it was my age. Being weeks away from my twenty first birthday and chock full of hormones; perhaps that's why my mind was always on sex. Inside my brain was like a perpetual porn library of either real or perceived intimate encounters.