Memories with my 1st wife:
Just finished my BMT, so here is my experience with my 1st
wife...
Saw her sitting on the shelf along with others waiting for their
husbands to arrive at the marriage agency (armskote). Took two of
the girls out for inspection for STDs by the armskoteman (I thought
they looked for doctors?)
She looked... special. (But then again, so did all other girls).
Anyway, the next day, we were told that they have successfully
matched us guys with the girls (so efficient). So I was to memorise
her house number (butt number), and her telephone number. To make
sure we had a happy date, the forces that be conducted surprise
tests, which resulted in many needing blood pumped in their
head...
It was the day of the marriage (read: Rifle Night). I happened to
be on Attend C. She was left alone at the marriage agency, sobbing,
crying for me. When I booked in later, and passed by the window
display, her figure was a contrasted with the empty shelfs around
her. Shit, she is the only one left on the shelf...
The next day, we were to take the wives out for a bath. My friend
asked me to safe-guard his wife while he took a leak. My wife
protested by threatening to chop off my hand with her formidable
teeth... (Hell, women can be vicious!)
Field camp: Hugging her to sleep was a cumbersome task for me. Her
bulk made it difficult to breathe and keep her safe to me. I ended
up placing her between my legs, and giving me an unintended
arousal... ... ... ... ... On the 6th night, while sleeping in a
shell-scrape, I was too tired to satisfy her desires, and left her
out cold. She was picked up by the police, who then gave me hell
the next day, for "abandoning my wife". Oh well, weekend
burnt...
It was during live range where I found her true nature laid. She
was a tiger, roaring, and spitting fire at a high rage. (won't want
to get into an argument with her; I think I will lose). Not bad,
she managed to spit out 25 figures out of 32.
The final day was the worst. By some weird will, I was to be
divorced (forcefully) of my wife. I had grown attached to her, and
cleaning her was almost second nature to me... But when I knew that
when I throw her down on the ground after the march past, it would
be the last time I will be holding her. It is with some regret that
I placed her gently on the ground.
OH, MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: This is a piece written by a lunatic who has (by some
obscene chance) happened to be a loving husband. Please refer all
questions to this forum.... (Does BMT drive people nuts?????)
