I was so hyped to leave my 1st duty station and felt all cool inprocessing at ft. Campbell. I was a little pissed that they actually make you do PT even though you don’t even belong to an actual unit yet. This E-7 was always quiet and serious but everybody else joked around. We left PT one day to go shower, change, eat, and get ready for more inprocessing. We all fall into 9am formation and for the first time the E-7 is smiling from ear to ear like he’s finally at peace. We go do our thing and return for another formation before lunch break, the MP’s came to snatch him up. They were living in a hotel until they found a local place. I guess something happened when he got to the room because he killed her (I can’t remember how exactly but it was described as a pretty messy scene.)
Our AIT was 4 months long, so we were able to leave post and have fun after training ended for the day. We still had to earn it though, by staying out of trouble for the first month. San Antonio is pretty laid back but we were always told to not drink too much and have a “battle buddy” wherever we went. On our 2nd or 3rd night of freedom this emo white dude, that dressed like the columbine shooters, went out drinking by himself. We were already in hot water because this white dude I went to basic with went AWOL (last I saw him he was bingeing cocaine and asking me to punch him in a taxi cab headed back to ft. Sam houston. Anyways, the emo kid didn’t really have friends like that so nobody really cared what the fukk he was up to. It was barely noticed that he hadn’t shown up for accountability formation, the next morning. The drill sergeants were heated because no one could get a hold of him and his bunkmate didn’t have his number. We were stuck at parade rest until after noon when the MP’s showed up with him. They found him unconscious, with no pants or underwear, slumped over a park bench on the other side of base. The report was that he met two emo civilian girls while out drinking. They took him home were they drank some more and eventually drugged him. They then took turns doing unharlem things to his ass, with gigantic dildos, while he was out. They at least dumped him near base where he eventually woke up and tried to half-consciously stumble back to the barracks. He only made it to that park bench.
My brigade deployed to Afghanistan January 2019. We made some stops and eventually got to Bagram where we would stay for a week until they could get us to our province. They started sending us out in chunks and my company ended up being split in half. We got a flight to a base south of our province where Chinooks would lift us to where we needed to go. The first flight was on a C-130 that would take us to Paktika province. Before we took off the crew in the back stepped out and the guy, one of drivers, went to go look at something stuck by the ramp door at the back. When we landed he admitted that he had found an unpackaged fleshlight jammed between some boxes. Because I was the medic he asked me advice on cleaning it. I told him to toss that shyt before it killed him. He only found windex and used it that same night. I stopped dealing with with him as much. He also broke one of our guy’s hands for no reason, and he later asked me how to hide HPV from his wife. I don’t know if he had it before or after the fleshlight, shyt his wife might have gave it to him. I didn’t care I stopped talking to dude for the rest of the year.
and the more you tell these stories, the more likely you're gonna unearth some repressed shyt you've gone out of your way to bury - or at the very least you'll have no chance of explaining it properly to people who couldn't possibly understand to begin with
but it’s New Years weekend I’m cocained in the bay getting in all types of shyt long story short fukked my first cougar that weekend I was 21 or 22 at the time she was 34 with a 15 year old kid 
