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Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: jdm320, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
Corporal John McAdams threw his bag over his shoulder as he walked out of the Afghan village of Zaranj, towards the Huey waiting for him. He lowered his head as he tossed his bag into the chopper and climbed in after it. As the chopper lifted off, he looked down on the place he had called home for the last 17 months. Zaranj is the capital of the Nimruz Province of Afghanistan. It is located near the Iranian and Afghan border and serves as a main point on the trade route between Central and South Asia with the Middle East. John’s duties had been to inspect vehicles that entered and exited the city to and from the Iranian border. The border was very busy and on several occasions, John and his comrades had faced irate travelers who despised the American occupancy. His company had been attacked numerous times, and he had seen some of his men injured and even killed, but now he was on his way home. As his chopper sat down near the runway in Kandahar, he waited for the engine to die before his feet touched the ground. He walked slowly to the air plane that was to take him home. John sat in the seat and laid his head back against the head rest. He closed his eyes as the engines roared, carrying the jet down the run way. A smile came across his face when the reality of going home sank in. He was not supposed to be leaving for another two months, but with the deadline to get the troops home approaching, he was one of ... five in his unit to be given early dismissal. He had walked to the phone numerous times to call his wife, but he never picked up the receiver. He wanted to surprise her. John and Beth had been high school sweet hearts, had gotten married seven months before his deployment. They had found a small one bedroom apartment, not far from the base, and called it home. Beth had found a job at a chain restaurant on base and worked as a hostess and waitress to help with the bills. It had been a struggle but their love was strong. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beth lowered her body into the warm water of the tub. The last 24 months had been a whirl wind, and she was ready for the storm to calm. In the last 24 months, she had gone from a small town girl from Texas to an army wife on a base in Georgia. She had met some of the other wives and had made friends that helped in John's absence, but they could not replace her true love. Her head sunk into the warm water, as her hands moved up her smooth stomach. John had been her first, and only. He had respected her vow to purity. Never once in their five year courtship had he tried to convince her to break it. Her hands moved up her stomach and cupped her 34D breast. She moaned as her mind drifted back to their honey moon. She missed his gentle touch. She longed to feel that touch again. ...