AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART 6

So, I left you all with the loving image of me eating honey buns out of a reprimanded company after getting kicked out of Airborne School.

Wonderful.

Somewhere in or around this timeline,…or soon to happen perhaps,…

I was stationed at Fort Polk for 3 weeks after Airborne School Dropout Honey Bun, 24 hour shift,…fucking,…sharing 24 hour shifts with a really dark black dude that just keeps watching hunting videos and you can’t fall asleep until he does because he out ranks you and the building you’re guarding is empty on Fort Benning,….Moore.

Okay anyway,…

After that shit,…well before hold on…

My mom and family bought their tickets to see me graduate Airborne School at Fort Benning,…goddamn it not Fort Moore. I hope more of you people kill yourselves that made that Base name change asswipes.

Anyway,…the tickets for my mom and family are booked or whatever and I get kicked out after they bought their tickets and I had to pull guard duty for my Companies graduation,…and General Petraeus came to speak at my would be graduation. True story!

If I knew what I know now I should have protested that shit.

lol

Anyway,…

So I get out of that cuck-humiliation-airborne school dropout conquer fantasy and get shipped to Fort,….I’m fucking hoping,…POLK.

So,…flash forward,…

First thing,…besides fishing,…that comes to mind about fort Polk was the days leading up to Deployment,…

They had like,…everyone in town came out and there were helicopters flying around town and above us as we ran down Fort Polk streets,…wonderful.

What about when I told you to get the fuck out of the car on that “scenic drive” and you had to walk a mile in your own shoes before I gratefully decided to turn around and not leave you to die in the woods?

Or when you dropped me off for fishing on base and I called you up talking about bats? Then you had to get me,…anyway…

What about the lil fishies? Taking that good ol’ brown gold 2006 Corolla down those Louisiana,…

Yea the gulf that’s funny,…

I liked that trip,…

Wtf what about Travis and the Original Tarra?

Tara?

I helped you hang up your babysitting posters gaddamnnit woman.

Remember running with Lexi? I legitimately thought I could outrun that dog.

But,…if I could think,…I got a leave before shipping to ‘raq.

And Britani was in training, maybe end of BCT, going into 232,….maybe just getting to 232.

And I’m at Fort Polk about to deploy so I got leave,…regardless of the accuracies of every single milistarement,…it’s in the ballpark,…

I went home to Aurora, CO for leave.

I had all these church girls, regular girls,…and just a lot of love and attention when I came home on leave before going to Iraq.

One of my ex-girlfriends and a girl I would refer to in church as my little sister invited me over to a party when I was home on leave.

I was excited to see them again and reconnect,…

Jordan Brown & Sarah Dawson.

I show up,…they’re both pretty flirty and drunk.

We converse for awhile, then Sarah goes to bed, and Jordan and I are on the bed,…and as much as I tried,…she refused to give it up.

She’s a firefighter now.

I would count that as me being unfaithful still for sure,…and the repercussions from that would echo.

Was it the hacienda?

I feel like yes,…in front of the whole hacienda I told you the truth. That I had tried to betray you.

It was like your soul left your body,…idk I get it.

We lived together after I got back from Iraq. My picnic in and your picnic out.

And yes for the record I feel like,…well besides you telling me IN fort Polk just randomly driving back to the apartment that you,…were amazed by how hard I was when I cum inside you.

Oh yea,…and what would possibly be making me sterile at that point?

I would assume the Anthrax vaccination

You looked,…not even in the eyes,…you like a passing remark,…

“Oh I think you might be sterile…”

“I mean we’ve been trying for 3 months!”

Well, Pirate Walk for me Britani.

I felt like you were over exaggerating with the jokes about how your pussy hurt after we first fucked,…and although I do agree there was a lot of blood,…I mean soldier up woman,…how are we supposed to raise running backs and defensive ends if you can’t take the tip?

And we stenciled our names onto the ferric acid etched vinyl pretty hard baby. Britani.

I bet Brian was a genius.

I’m sorry.

Thanks for always being there to run around the car and pull drive on an incline cause my foot’s stuck on the clutch.

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