So as my time in the US Army comes to an end. I just wanted to make note of some of the things I've learned and some personal experiences that I either find hilarious, awesome, or insightful.
I've spent the last few years of my life in the army, training, drinking, and having copious amounts of sex with random women from all walks of life. Some have been hott, some have been butt ass ugly. Some going places with their lives, some stuck in a perpetual shit loop, never to escape. Even one sergeant major in my current units daughter. (But he'll never know B)). My time in the army had taught me many things about life, and people and this and that. This will probably be long, as it'll take me a couple days to work on it and as much as I'll try to stay chronological, it'll probably jump all around.
As a precursor to this story - I'll give a back ground on who I was before I joined. I joined shortly after highschool, I was a starting varsity football player, state champion weight lifter, and dated the girl everyone wanted in highschool. I drank, smoked a lot of pot, and typically stayed away from hardcore drugs. Shrooms and molly on special occasions, but for the most part I was a good kid. Made decent games, seem to elude police whenever I was doing risky business and never got in trouble. I was an athlete with decent grades whom my teachers respected, because contrary to popular belief, if you treat your teachers good, they did in return, treat you good. Before any of that - I've been a gamer, first and foremost. Gaming has always been a deep passion of mine and there will never be anything to take that place. (My mom's best friend had 2 older sons that introduced me to diablo 1 at the age of 8 or 9ish, and it all started from there). I've played diablo 2 actively (with a few hiatuses, thanks to scams and bans) since release and I've mained *sank and char name sank since I've had this jsp account.
I'm a bigger guy, not fat by any means, but not a 6 pack abs kinda guy, but I've always carried my self in a way that displayed the utmost confidence. That being said - you don't need to be an abercrombie model to fuck, date, marry hot chicks, or be a special operator in the military, because I did both, while being a lazy piece of shit who ate taco bell and played video games all the time. The determining factor is I was willing to push my self in areas I wanted to exceed in, and with a strong intestinal fortitude, I accomplished all my goals. Hopefully that's a back drop on who I am enough to follow this story and take from it what you can.
I joined the army on an 11x option 40 contract. which is airborne ranger infantry. You get a guarantee of infantry and airborne school, and a slot to rasp (ranger assessment and election process). You aren't guaranteed to make it through rasp and onto the 75th ranger regiment, but you get a shot. I went through basic and infantry training in the winter through the spring, and it fucking sucked. It was freezing, most people were dicks because they thought they had something to prove, and the food sucked ass. It wasn't my #7 from taco bell with Baja blast mountain dew anymore. But, its what I wanted, so I never gave up. I was engaged to the girl I dated in highschool, so her letters were basically the only thing keeping me going as I transitioned from drinking, doing drugs, eating like a bastard, and sleeping in everyday. Until one day I got that dreaded break up letter about 2 and a half weeks into basic. "Blah blah I want to live my life while I'm young. Its not you its me, I'm a stupid bitch". My heart dropped, and I thought, what the fuck am I gonna do now. ***this is right after she broke up with me before, moved from Florida to Arizona, realized she's an idiot, and asked me to move out to phoenix with her. So like the young, dumb and full of cum kid I was, I sold my dirtbike for some quick cash and did just that. Moved out to Tempe, Arizona. Anyways, I went back home to Florida right before leaving for basic and we got engaged. I got that letter, I fell into a depressive state mid basic, got a knee injury (don't buy cold proof under armor shoes. They will fuck up your knees) that kept me from doing much of anything for a few weeks. Anyways, I begged and pleaded with her to no avail. Every 3 weeks we got one 5 minute phone call. The first was her saying no she can't do it. The second was her hanging up on me, and the third I started calling my family because I wasn't gonna waste anymore time. She stopped answering my letters, so I stopped writing. Towards the end of the basic training phase, we got our phones, I texted her not to worry about coming, even though she already bought the ticket, and to my surprise, she instantly texted back saying she wouldn't miss it for the world. We talked on the phone about how I was right, all her guy friends wanted were sex (she said she never slept with any, but now I highly doubt that because she is dumb, and a whore) and how she regrets her decisions, this and that. Next thing you know, were back together. She comes and sees me on my 36 hour pass, a weekend filled with sex later, I'm back on post for my infantry training phase. Everything is great, letters are flowing, besides my knee still bothering the shit out of me, everything seems surreal. We do our 12 mile road march to some gated area, drink some bullshit from a cooler, they say a little speech, and they punch our crossrifles into our chest, and whatdyaknow, I'm an infantryman now. We graduate a week later or so, parents come down, fiance comes down, more sex. Time with family. Now I'm being hauled off to airborne school. Airborne school was my first experience of what people in the army were actually like. Dicks. Total, utter cock suckers. Every one of these dicks had a huge chip on their shoulders and were complete ass clowns. I hated them all, with the few exceptions of friends that I made and people that had ranger contracts with me. There were 13 people in my basic company that had ranger contracts, out of the 13, 3 of us made it. 1 failed his end of rasp pt test, got a retake, and subsequently was sent to regimental head quarters where his ranger career would ultimately die there with no deployments.
I got married right before airborne school, and besides that and jumping out of planes for the first time, nothing too interesting happened. Met some good friends, drank a lot of alcohol and spent ungodly amounts of money at the gaming center to play cod and battlefield during my off time. On to rasp.
Day 1 of rasp may have been one of the worst days I had ever had. I had gotten rid of those piece of shit under armor shoes I had and got some brooks. Which instantly made my knee feel better, but it still hurt like a bitch. We some up at 0430 and the first thing we did was do the 5 mile run. It sucked ass with a hurt left knee, and a swollen right Achilles tendon. Possibly the worst 5 mile run of my entire life. Then the combat swim test and endless pain and suffering via physical punishment all day. Due to opsec, I will leave quite a bit out regarding rasp, but I'll try to say what I can. I made some good friends during rasp, one who eventually died after we got into regiment, one who in rasp, got drunk during a weekend, called a huge group of black guys the n word and got the living shit kicked out of him, and kicked outta rasp for that, and a few others who joined me in regiment. But some good friends and stories none the less. In the first phase of rasp, a ranger rite of passage is a 4 day long field exercise called 'cole range' and will have been the worst time of your life up to then. We did the timed 12 mile ruck march into Cole range, and immediately started getting smoked, doing various stupid little things and land navigation. You get very minimum sleep and short of your little sleep time, you are constantly moving, carrying logs, each other, sandbags, rucks and other bullshit. The dreaded term 'hit the woodline' (a roughly 400 meter run to the far side woods on the other side of the field) was a common occurrence for the smallest of infractions. We had just done about 6 hit the woodlines, carrying logs and each other when we were told to get water. The water buffalo was empty, and of course for something we had utterly 0 control over, were punished for, and had to hit the woodline, again. Cole range is a test of mental and physical abilities and a majority of where people quit rasp. Its a suck fest that many people wanted nothing to do with. We sat down in bleachers at one point for a garmin GPS class and I remember hanging my feet off the side thinking I've never had my feet so hurt and warn out before. It was absolutely silly. About day 2, we were building a sand bag archway to the formation pit and I left my weapon near other weapons to fill up my 2 quart canteen and in that time, everyone formed up for a formation and my weapon was gone. My heart dropped and I made my way to formation, asking people if they picked up an extra weapon. No one did. Of course the cadre had it, and from that point on, I had to carry a fucking log. For hitting the woodline, for landnav, to sleep with, everything. It was complete utter, bullshit and made my already shitty experience even worse. That stupid log caused me so many problems. Since it didn't have a natural pistol grip like our rubber m16s, I had to duck tape another stick onto it to simulate one. Which was a pain in the dick because the tape would always give way because it was constantly raining, paired with the fact that it was a small stick, taped awkwardly at an angle onto a log and if it wasnt on, the cadre would smoke me. The fucking log caused me so many problems during night land nav. You can't see jack shit, and it was raining, and you're in the middle of extremely hilly woods. Naturally with the weight of a log, ruck sack, lack of sleep, practically dead body, paired with darkness, rain and hills, you're going to fall. A lot. I eventually got so fed up with this fucking log that I broke it in half on a tree and picked up a new, considerably smaller stick and told that cadre that the log had broken my fall off q small cliff side and broke. They weren't happy, but they had to accept it. Anyways, blah blah advance rifle, pistrol, driving and explosive breaching training later, I'm donning the tan beret, the hallmark of the army ranger and putting my ranger scroll on my left sleeve. Side note - at one point, this guy snuck out, got extremely hammered, came back, mistook some guy and his bed for the bathroom, pissed on him and laid in bed with him. Needless to say, he was kicked out. Anyways, fast forward a month, we inprocess into our respected companies (graduates were sent to various of the 3 ranger battalions at different locations and in different companies), I move my wife up to Columbus, ga and I start my army career as a army ranger. In the beginning, it fucking sucked. As a new guy, it is endless smoking and constant studying, getting in trouble over nothing and writing the ranger creed over, and over. The ranger creed is retarded long and I wrote it over a thousand times during my first 3 months. I deployed 4 months into being stationed there, and I got back from deployment. I'm going to leave the deployment part blank. But during that time, my wife and I had a falling out. She was a hardcore cunt the entire time and every time I called or skyped, all she wanted to do was fight. I noticed her and this guy we went to highschool with start talking a lot via Facebook and she assured me nothing was there, they were only friends. Men, if your girl ever says this, demand passwords to everything or leave the bitch. If she denies you access to her entire life at that point, she's a cheating whore. And that's exactly what she was. I noticed large amounts of my money being spent and was very skeptical as to what the fuck was going on, so I moved all my money to a separate VIP area of my bank that only I could access. I left only enough for bills and food in there for her until I got back and could figure out what was going on. I came back to an utterly trashed apartment, lazy pot addicted (which I don't think is bad, in moderation and if it doesn't affect your life) wife, and a dog who lived me dearly unconditionally and whom I love because he's awesome and named Apollo and he's a badass. I tried to surprise my wife and unlike all those bullshit videos you see if deployed spouses surprising their wives and them tearing up and running to them, my bitch ass wife said 'you just wanted to catch me doing something, didn't you?' Guilty conscience much? Anyways, turns out she was cheating. I figured out her email, and found pictures sent to that piece of shit with 'thanks for being the best part of my vacation ;)' from when she went down home to Florida. That whore. She left and now I'm on my own. She tried to take my dog, but I told her I would kill her before she could even try. So now its me, apollo and the following events who have ultimately turned me into the cold hearted womanizer I today. The first thing I did after we got separated was make a pof account. That is the largest pussy goldmine you could ever ask for and if you want to get laid by this weekend, go make an account. Anyways, there was a liquor store, gas station and bar in a plaza connected to the back gate of my apartment in walking distance, and that bar was the place I spent most of my nights (and money) before I was ultimately banned there after cussing some girl out who I would not give my seat to. She wanted it because her 2 friends were sitting in the last 2 available bar seats and she was forced to stand. Thinking that she had a vagina and I would give my seat up to her because of that fact, she was wrong. After asking 4 or 5 times in the course of 30 minutes, and me being 14 bud light platinums in, I had had enough and I cussed her out, and got kicked out of that bar for the 4th time and told to never come back. That bar turned me into an alcoholic, and I woke up in bushes on more then one occasion. And one night, k talked to this old retired military guy with an 18 year old daughter he was trying to set me up with. 18 platinums in, I foolishly tried to drive to her closed pizza shop (it was 1am wish) and luckily I my clutch on my Audi gave out a quarter mile into my drive. Had I gone any further, I would have died, someone else died, or gotten a DUI for sure. I was blacked out and I woke up the next day laying facedown on my living room floor. My apartment looked like I had fought off an intruder. My lamp was broken, coffee table broken, TV knocked over, there was blood everywhere and my shower curtains where torn down and I had kicked my front door in because I lost my keys on the walk back home. To this day I have no recollection of what happened and this is what I, through investigative abilities, concluded what happened: my car broke down, so I walked home and dropped my keys (I do remember kicking down my door, its the only part I remember, probably because I bit a hole through my lip) so I kicked in my door, wanted to play xbox, tried turning on my TV, and knocked it over. It was dark so I tried to turn on my lamp, I yanked it so hard, the cord ripped out and down came the lamp with it, breaking the glass shade. I stepped on it, cut my foot open and went to take a shower and wash the blood off, tripped into the shower, tearing down the curtains and hitting my head, assuming my foot flung blood onto my mirror because there was blood on my mirror. Which explains why my head hurt. I said fuck it. Put a sock over my foot and went to sleep on the couch, missed the couch, hit the coffee table and just rolled over onto the floor. Note: I forgot to set an alarm and I had work at 6am. I some up at 730ish with 15 missed calls asking where the fuck am I. Said I'm on my way and went to leave. So I put my uniform on, go outside and notice my door is kicked in and I can't lock it, it a comes back to me and I remember I have no keys or a car. Fuck. My. Life. So I call back and get a ride. Bad day for me.
Anyways, before and after that, many interesting stories I can't quite remember at the time, but I'll post as they come to me. Before that, I had met this 41 yo milf at my apartment pool. Long story short, I passed out drunk and woke up with her number and fucked Ber the next day. I met a virgin before that on pof, fooled her into thinking I liked her, was her first orgasm and first blow job, but I couldn't take her virginity. I could literally feel her non popped cherry with my fingers, I got the head of my dick in, and stopped there. I was cruel, but not heartless. I'll let someone else be the reason why she becomes a whore. I go on leave, my cousin and I fuck this chick from Peru with broken English together, and it was my first riffle tower and 3sum. I also meet a chick on the beach and drunkenly ask if she wants to go home with me. She says yes and I forget about it. Hours later it gets dark and she taps on my shoulder and I rail her out on my best friends bed and her friend comes and picks her up because I'm drunk and not driving anywhere. Also during this 2 week time period, I'm sleeping with a girl I use to sleep with back in highschool and I'd say it was a pretty successful leave. I go back to Georgia and I meet this girl named Kristine on pof. We dated for roughly 3 months before I break it off. Kristine was probably the coolest girl I've ever met, and it pains me to this day I had broken her heart. She was falling for me quick, and she was just a rebound to me. If you somehow ever read this Kristine, know I am extremely sorry and I wish you the best and hope you find a good guy. You truly deserve it.
Prior to that leave period, I had a 4 day weekend pass that I went home to Florida again during the spring. 2 of my best friends had both fucked this girl in our social group that we were good friends with, and I had told her she might as well fuck me to make it even, and as good as friends as we were, she agreed. So were at our local beach bar, drinking and hanging out. Note - I am wearing my 3/75 ranger panties and multi cam hat with ranger scroll. I say I'll brb to get a drink and that's the last time she sees me that night. At the bar, this girl taps on my shoulder and asks if I'm a ranger. I say yeah, and she says cool, she's a captain in the army. I call bs and she shows me her military ID. She invites me to her friends to go swimming, and next thing I know, I'm in a pool with a bunch of naked chicks, fucking their friend in front of them. Did it again on the couch, in front of them and she bought me breakfast the next morning and that was the last time I saw her.
Fast forward through Kristine, and my time in service allowed me to switch stations, so I decided its time to leave this shitty town in Georgia with horrible memories and I get stationed with a long range reconnaissance unit in north Carolina. This is truly the vagina capital of the us. This town is filled with military daughters, dumb redneck whores, and women who cheated on their husbands, vice versa, leaving separated women looking to party. My first week here, my buddy who came with me from regiment are prowling pof hard. I meet this 18 year old highschool senior, rail her out, 2 days later, this 26 year old mom of 2 who separated from her abusive husband, and that's the first girl I fucked in my new jeep. I forgot to mention, between Georgia and north Carolina, I get 20 days of leave, I go to Tallahassee to party with old highschool friends, get extremely drunk and missing the football game because we blacked out before it. No women were sexed in tally. On our 2 hour drive back to ft Walton Beach, my buddy asks if I wanted to hang with these 2 highschool seniors. Sure, why not? We start having some drinks, us 4 dancing in his kitchen, I take 1 to a room, he takes the other. And I swear, he pulled the slickest move ever. He storms into our room naked. I'll omit names. He says this golden line right here:
Pal: 'girl 1, girl 2 says she's down for a 4sum if you're down, but only if you're down.'
Girl 1: 'if girl 2 is cool with it, I guess I am.'
He then goes into his room and says:
Pal: 'girl 1 says she's down for a 4sum, but only if you're down.'
He plays them so hard and verbatim girl 2 says:
Girl 2: 'if girl 1 is up for it, I'm down.'
We effectively have a 4sum, switch the women, blah blah blah, I fuck one while she's blowing him and he's fingering the other, this and that.
After its all said and done, girl 2 is pissed because he's treating her like shit and it reminds her of her abusive ex, and I take her into the room to talk. She's sitting on my lap, and were still naked and I convknce her to blow me because I did not cum by blowjob that night and my buddy did. So I felt left out. I blew my load onto girl 2 and I took the girls home. Girl 1 is now pregnant by the guy I'm pretty sure she cheated on when she was with us, but adamantly exclaimed they were on a break at the time. Not surprisingly, her and the guy are not together and she's due in 10 weeks.
I go to my new unit, and a month later, its Christmas, so I get another 2 weeks leave. I made meet me account back in georgia, but it only got me laid once by a fat chick, so I didn't use it very much. But I posted that I'm going on another deployment in January and looking for a chick to chill with while I'm on leave, some eager girl who was in the dep program for the air force messaged me and we met at a bar. She was telling me how her husband cheated on her and this is the first time she's been out since then. Go back to her house and rail her out, blah blah blah.
During this leave, I had found this chick on pof whom went to a neighboring highschool and I had seen mutually at a few parties. So I played it up like we had drunkenly made out on a front porch with 2 white chairs and I'm sure she had to remember it. (This never happened) she says she's not surprised, because she was quite the partier and blacked out a lot. I told her I may or may not have pulled down her shit and I thought she had the best nipples. Our conversation quickly stirred to sex, and 2 days later she came over. I was staying with my dad during leave, sleeping on the couch because he turned my room into storage, so I told him I had a lady coming over and he needed to leave for a couple hours. She came over because I couldnt go there because her lieutenant colonel dad in the air force (I lived by a major air force base) was home. She came over, she blew me, I came on her face, fucked her, she bought me five guys burger and fries, took me home, fucked me, and left. Never heard from her again. That's exactly how a one night stand should go. She comes over, fucks you, buys you food, and leaves and never talks to you ever again.
I spent new years on leave, and we threw a giant condo party in the emerald grande on the harbor. Long story short, I blacked out on a couch, while most of my buddies were in a huge brawl. It was mostly a football team reunion and some other randoms from highschool got invited and 1 tried impersonating a captain and telling me 250 pound, extremely swole good friends to get in parade rest, at a party LOL. My friend who is actually in the army, called him out on stolen valor. The kid pushed my friend. My friend choke slammed him through onto the table, broke his jaw and crushed his esophagus. There was a huge brawl, thousands of dollars in damage to the condo. Were now banned from there and that kid is trying to sue my friend for his hospital bills. That's still in the works, so I'll post the results one day. Though I'm pretty sure the kid will lose, because he pushed my friend first, and in florida, that's assault. Anyways, I missed the brawl, and woke up the next morning in a motel 6, one shoe, no shirt, and a triple xl leather jacket. I actually have a picture of it, so I'll try to dig it up and post it later. No girls were sexed that night. I should have, as I met these 2 fine ass blonde girls on the harbor and brought them up, but I ended up talking to this air force cct (combat controller) that was attached to my company during our deployment who came with my girl-thats-a-friend Nicole. She's got a hard on for air force spec op guys. And I blacked out after that. So no girls were sexed.
Right before I went on leave, I met this chick on pof, and started talking to her during leave. Immediately from leave, I went out of state for a month long training event and didn't get a chance to hang out with her. So for that whole month I talked to her and thought it was weird her Skype didn't work, but she sent me pictures via email and didn't think much about it. She ended up cat fishing me so I stopped talking to her.
I've spent my 2 hour breakfast break typing this up from my phone, but I've gotta go back into work, so I'll post more later.