Adopt a sailor part 2 Bad Timing
The story should go something like this, ...the next morning Jerry and I woke up in each others arms...but it doesn't. We were both in the Navy, it was 1979, 52 American hostages were being held in Iran, at sea operations were picking up, it was not the time of don't ask don't tell, if our superiors had found out about us our Naval careers would be over and we would be outcasted by our shipmates, shamed by our families not to mention the fact, although Jerry and I didn't know, the Aid's crissis was on the horizon.
When we woke up we were very afraid. We couldn't be separated, but we were even too ashame and afraid to have breakfast with our host. That's the reality that Jerry and I woke up to and no àmount of coffee could calm us down. The bus ride was quite with Jerry and I setting across the aisle from each other with our heads drooping and our thoughts in deep, painful contemplation. By the time we reached the bus stop at the main gate of the base a spiritual separation had formed between Jerry and I. We were madly in love with each other but because of attitudes of the day, we knew we could not continue. Some one once asked me if I had ever been afraid in the Navy, I remember this moment and say yes once I was very afraid but I can't talk about. Then they ask did someone die? My response is yes, two people died.
I have lived my whole life regretting what happened to Jerry and I. There isn't a day go by that I don't think of us, but our story ends there. Jerry and I were never again intimate, and from that point on we broke off as friends. It sucks now 2015 that attitudes have changed so dramatically. I have an openly gay nephew and an openly gay niece, no one gives them a second thought. TV shows and society at large embrace the gay community as hero's. I don't find fault. Jerry and I signed up to protect the Constitution, including the bill of rights. So even if we didn't March in gay pride parades we contributed to the freedoms that gays enjoy today.
I know that many people will read, possibly disappointed in how the story ends but this has a powerful message that I don't want to dilute with hot sloppy sex, I love telling stories, I promise more to come with enough heat to singe the hair in your crotch. But with you permission let this story end here. And Jerry if your out there and know this is you, I still love you.
When we woke up we were very afraid. We couldn't be separated, but we were even too ashame and afraid to have breakfast with our host. That's the reality that Jerry and I woke up to and no àmount of coffee could calm us down. The bus ride was quite with Jerry and I setting across the aisle from each other with our heads drooping and our thoughts in deep, painful contemplation. By the time we reached the bus stop at the main gate of the base a spiritual separation had formed between Jerry and I. We were madly in love with each other but because of attitudes of the day, we knew we could not continue. Some one once asked me if I had ever been afraid in the Navy, I remember this moment and say yes once I was very afraid but I can't talk about. Then they ask did someone die? My response is yes, two people died.
I have lived my whole life regretting what happened to Jerry and I. There isn't a day go by that I don't think of us, but our story ends there. Jerry and I were never again intimate, and from that point on we broke off as friends. It sucks now 2015 that attitudes have changed so dramatically. I have an openly gay nephew and an openly gay niece, no one gives them a second thought. TV shows and society at large embrace the gay community as hero's. I don't find fault. Jerry and I signed up to protect the Constitution, including the bill of rights. So even if we didn't March in gay pride parades we contributed to the freedoms that gays enjoy today.
I know that many people will read, possibly disappointed in how the story ends but this has a powerful message that I don't want to dilute with hot sloppy sex, I love telling stories, I promise more to come with enough heat to singe the hair in your crotch. But with you permission let this story end here. And Jerry if your out there and know this is you, I still love you.
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