A life in Hell- Part one - Sex Stories

A life in Hell- Part one

... Uncle Sam ruin my dreams, and do it his own way too. I was joining the Marines. I was going to be the first in and the last out. But little did I know how hard the Marine Corps would be on me. Let alone how dangerous the ensuing battles would be. Chapter Two: Arriving at basic training was quite an experience to me. Growing up on a farm and in a rural southern community, I never really did get used to seeing a lot of people in one place. There were hundreds of men running in lines, doing jumping jacks, and plenty of slightly older men screaming at the tops of their lungs. The drill sergeants seemed to take no preference of screaming in the recruits faces, or just screaming at them in general. I gotta deal with this for twelve weeks? I asked my self. Week six arrived after a flurry of running, puking, pushups, puking, running, puking, shooting, pushups, puking, etc., etc., etc.. No matter how well we did, the Marine Corps never let us feel that we doing good enough. The drill sergeants were intent on breaking us in every possible way. Be that breakage physical, mental, or emotional, they didn’t care. During a shooting drill, I was trying to reload my M1 Garand and the clip slipped. Whilst slipping, the bolt action snapped shut catching my middle finger in it’s painful grip. Extracting my finger from the gun, I noticed that it was pointing to the left where there wasn’t a joint. Now normally I might have hollered, or bitched about it, but I just calmly placed my rifle on the ...

... ground and got up. I walked over to the temporary medic’s tent. “Hi, what happened to you?” the cute nurse asked me as I walked in. “Uh, I broke my finger, see?” I reply in a bored tone. “Let me see it then, I’ll get a splint on it inna minute, just sit on the cot over in the corner. I got something a little more important to take care of first” When I sat on the cot, the first thing I noticed was that this tent was pretty small, but there must have been at least thirty young men in here, and they all seemed to have an injury of some kind. The weird thing about the place though, was the fact that the only noise was coming from the shooting range essentially just outside this temporary pavillion. This woman must not be able to tell time, since a minute was three and a half hours ago, and my back was killing me from sitting in one spot so long. I got up and began to look over the rows of cots with the injured men occupying them. It was on the far side of the tent that I noticed a more permanent structure with a bronze sign hung on the door. Wending my way through the cots, I started to head towards the door. As I got closer to the door, I could read the sign that said: “medical staff only”. Not bothering to heed this sign, I pushed open the door and found myself in what looked exactly like my barracks where I sleep every night. “Excuse me, but your not supposed to be here. The sign clearly states “medical staff only”. It was the nurse again. About damn time she fuckin’ shows up I ...