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Sergeant Socialism's Diary Entry 4 by CorruptedIdeal, literature
Literature
Sergeant Socialism's Diary Entry 4
Sergeant Socialism's Journal. February 2, 2015
"Left-hand red!" I shout out. Immediately, my brother-in-arms stretches his hand over my right leg, we're almost all tangled together now. I give the pointer on the wheel a spin and it lands on yellow. "Right-foot yellow!" The soldier behind me calls out. I move to put my right foot in place, and I feel my leg wrapped around my comrade's leg. My other comrade has his head underneath me, near my groin area, the pointer is spinning again to determine the outcome. Suddenly the phone rings. "Someone pass it to me!" I yell out. My comrade below me says, "I could do that, sir.. but I'd have to really
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I cracked an egg open over a hot, burning skillet. Was cooking an omelet for myself and the boys. They always did love my cooking. I always liked their muscles and abs. Seems to balance itself out. Got a phone-call from an old friend.. Her name was Brandi. "Hi, Brandi." I greet her as the omelet sizzles in the frying pan. "Long time no talk." She is exceptionally flirty, trying to play the field. "Look, Brandi, we've already been through this. I stand closely behind my men. Firmly close behind.. So that they're well-covered. The affairs of romance are reserved for this country.. And my men above a
Sergeant Socialism's Diary Entry 3 by CorruptedIdeal, literature
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Sergeant Socialism's Diary Entry 3
Sergeant Socialism's Journal. September 13th, 2013.
I watched as a straight razor ran up my left leg, observing as the pieces of hair fell to the bath-tub below. "You're doing a great job, Lawrence." I complimented my brother-in-arms. He continued shaving the hair off of my leg, both of us sitting on the side of the tub, shirts off, pant-legs rolled up. "Gee, thanks, Sir!" He said. I look over my shoulder to see Tim is still working on my back. "How's it going?" I ask him. He simply nods, "it's going, Sir. Though I think you might want to lean over closer to the tub. I can barely see the floor at this point." I simply chuckled, "no, no, it's
