1. US ARMY ROTC CAMP


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    up on my Army cot. Cadet Milowsky stepped into my tent. I slipped down to the end of my Army cot, and head nodded at the empty space on my cot. Cadet Milowksy sat on the end of my cot, her hands folded and clasped between her knees. I could instinctively tell she was nervous. “I’m catching a lot of grief from some of the girls, who are telling me I’m showing them up,” Cadet Milowsky began. “I’m losing their support.” “Don’t worry about the ladies,” I replied. “You’re a leader, a natural leader, and you can’t please everyone, all the time.” Cadet Milowsky nodded her head up and down to indicate she understood. “Thank you, sir,” she replied, “That is what I needed to hear.” I wasn’t buying into her ‘lack of support” comment as a reason for the tent visit. She started to get up and I stopped her- putting my hand on top of hers. She looked at me, but didn’t say anything. “What’s your first name, cadet?” I asked. “Kim, sir,” she replied, “Kim Milowsky.” “Is Milowsky, Polish?” I inquired. “I don’t know,” she replied, “It might be. All I know is that it has been the family name for years.” I had to smile at her sense of humor. I sensed there was a far deeper reason for her trek into the grove of trees late at night, so I leaned back and decided to take a different approach. “Can I call you Kim?” I asked. “Sir, yes, sir,” she responded. “OK, look,” I responded, “That’s one to many ‘sir’s.” It was a sticky, hot evening at Fort Knox, the kind where you sweat, even sitting still or ...
    just laying on your Army cot in the woods. “I was thinking to elevate you to a company command next week,” I remarked. Cadet Milowsky’s eyes widened. “Think you could handle it?” I asked. “Yes sir!” she replied. I changed gears. “Do you have a boyfriend back in Wisconsin?” I asked. “No sir,” she replied, matter-of-factly. I pressed on. “I know I’m not supposed to ask, but I am going to anyway- not that it matters a whole heck of a lot, but are you gay?” “I don’t think so,” she responded. “Is that like a ‘maybe’ or just a flat out ‘no’? I asked. “Well…it more like an ‘I don’t know’. . .I like guys, even though I’vs never been all the way- and I kind of like girls, but I’m not sure. Does this make any sense?” she answered. “So are you saving yourself for marriage?” I asked. “No, not really,” she responded. “I grew up in a small community and there just amen’t a lot of guys around. Well, there are guys, but they’re either related or are a bit slow, if you know what I mean.” “Well there are a ton of guys here at Fort Knox,” I replied. “Yeah,” she replied, forlornly looking across the tent. It was unbearably hot inside my tent. I was already in my Army tan- t-shirt, but still had on my BDU trousers and boots. “Do you want to take off your BDU blouse and get comfortable?” I asked. She unbuttoned her camouflage shirt and paused, before removing it. Her Army t-shirt was sweat soaked and clung to her upper torso, in spots. She casually draped her camouflage shirt over her leg. “I need a ...
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