“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING PUSSIES WAITING FOR, A FUCKING ENGRAVED INVITATION?” “GET YOUR PANSY FUCKING ASSES OUT OF THIS BUS, ON THE FUCKING DOUBLE!” roared the voice of the graying Sergeant. Ryan was jarred out of peaceful sleep by the gruff no nonsense screams of he who would later be known as Staff Sergeant Robert Beaver. Their arrival was a rather low-key affair for the Army. The first thing he realized was he damn sure wasn't in Ohio any more, and secondly, there wasn't a pair of ruby red slippers to get him home either. This is set in a world where everyone is treated the same regardless of sexual orientation- like it should be.įort Leonard Wood, Missouri was hot as hell in the spring and even hotter in the summer, which happened to be the time that Ryan Gracin arrived for basic training. Note to readers: Although this reads like our Army and our war, this is purely fiction. I’ll Be Your Drill, Soldier Cover Art © 2009 Dark Roast Press
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