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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Secrets Revealed
Title: Secrets Revealed
Series: Part I of Secrets Revealed
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: A love-sick Horn expresses his feelings in words.
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: pre-slash, some language
Pairing: Myron/Horn???
Rating: PG-13 (this part only the rest of the series will be NC-17)
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: I’m sorry, but I was in a happy place when I wrote this short story. It’s the first NON NC-17 piece that I’ve written. This obviously is a letter written home in Horn’s POV.
Roger Horn SP/4
Firebase Ladybird, South Vietnam
February 9, 1968
Dear Linda,
How’s it going Sis? I’m doing okay, all things considered. Taylor and I got stuck doing Latrine duty yesterday, but I guess it’s better than getting shot at by Charlie. Speaking of Charlie, we got this green kid named Charlie Graham last week, and he got into trouble drinking with the other guys. I’ve never seen anyone that sick from booze before. He actually threw up the crap on the Sarg’s boots at role call. No one dared laughed, but I really felt sorry for the man. The Sarg gave him one of his “you got to be kidding me” stares, and the kid just ran off back into the squad hooch. We hadn’t heard from him since. I guess the Sarg found a better place for Charlie than Ladybird before the VC did him in.
In your last letter you asked me if I had met anyone special, and I guess, in a way, I have. Don’t go telling the folks, but I think I’m in love with this really hot-tempered officer. I keep trying to deny it, but it’s obvious that I’m wasting my time. Every time he’s near me I get flustered and nervous. I always seem to just stare at him or piss him off with some smart-ass comment. YES, I SAID HIM!!! It’s not like you didn’t know already. I think even our folks know. I mean how many harmonica playing war protestors do you know that arelingling to die just to protect some hot ass? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve risked my life just to get close to HIM. I dream about him, I write about him, and I even play songs about him.
God, sometimes, I think about enlisting for another tour just to be with him. I know it’s stupid to be willing to die for someone who doesn’t even know you care about him, but I can’t help it Sis. One time, he got blinded by an exploding fire extinguisher, and I had to help him find his way through the bush. It drove my crazy to be so near to him, and not to be able to touch him, or tell him how I felt. I know it’s against the rules for officers to fraternize with enlisted men, but I think I would be willing to spend the rest of my life in Leavenworth just to kiss him.
I love how he always looks rumpled. Like he just got out of bed, and he has the most beautiful eyes. I can’t help but to stare at him and wonder what’s the soul like behind them. I know that he’s fair and honest, and I know that he would support his men through anything, but I don’t know the private man. I wonder what he dreams about. Does he dream about getting out of here like the rest of us, or is he in it for the career? I know that he’s Jewish and he doesn’t eat pork, but did he go to the Synagogue on a regular basis when he was home? Is a true believer or is it just for show? One time he nearly knocked this guys head off for accusing him of being a “white, know-it-all, racist”. The whole squad stood in shock at the newbie who had accused the LT. True, he had been put on point, but so was everyone else. I thought that Taylor or Johnson would correct the “new blood” on the system, but the LT stepped up to the plate before they had a chance to react. His faced turned fire-red, and his ears looked like they were getting ready to explode. He walked up to the newbie, stopped about a nose length away, and said, “You’re calling me a racist right? You’re mad because the racist is keeping you from growing as a race right? You’re mad because your people haven’t been treated fairly right? You’re also mad because the white man’s army has made you his grunt right?” The newbie stared at the LT feeling God only knows what. The LT continued, “Well, I’m mad too! Have you ever heard of Genocide or Auschwitz? I have. My grandmother, that I never had a chance to meet, was slaughtered there, along with six other million Jews just 25 years ago. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Holocaust. So, the next time you’re going to accuse anyone of being a racist, you need to know where they’re coming from. I can assure you that I would be the last person in this platoon to express hatred towards another person just because their black, purple, or red. Do I make my self clear Private?” The newbie said that he was sorry and continued on the point, but I think that he had doomed himself on that first day. Nobody in squasquad was willing to put themselves on the line for a newbie who had insulted the LT.
That’s the day I knew that I was in love with him, not just infatuated. God Sis, all I want to do is to take him in my arms and love him all night. I’ve never been with a man before, but I just know that we’re meant to be together. I’m afraid that if I tell him how I feel, he’ll cuss me out or lock me up for harassment. He wouldn’t understand that I want to maove ove to him not fuck him like all the other guys arouere ere do. I can’t even begin to tell you about all of the fights the guys have gotten into defending his honor. He would die if he knew that, but it’s the truth. Other squad members make these really crude remarks about what they would do to him if they had five minutes. I swear Sis that it would make you sick to your stomach if I told you the vulgar things they want to do to our LT. Percell almost got thrown into the Brig over this one guy’s remark. This guy made a remark about something that he would like to do with the LT’s mouth, and Percell nailed him in the head with the butt of his rifle. The only thing that kept him out of the Brig was the Sarg’s intervention. Sometimes I think those two love LT as much as me, but more on that later.
Well, we’re off to fight tomorrow on some God-forsaken hill. I think maybe one day I will have the nerve to tell LT how I feel, but until then, I can only hope that Sarg or Percell doesn’t beat me to it.
Love you Sis,
Roger
The young man stared at the letter in shock. His friends must have left it behind. Horn had been hurt badly on that God-forsaken hill, and he had Taylor and Ruiz pack his gear, so that he could go home from the hospital. They had rushed in grabbing all of his gear, but they didn’t check under the mattress. He had checked it instead after they had left. Sometimes GIs left money under them, so he thought why the hell not, but the letter had not been what he expected to find. He had always suspected Horn’s feelings were something more when it concerned the LT, but he had no idea that he was so obvious as well. Everybody knew the Sarg had it bad for the LT, but he thought that he had kept his emotions in check.
After a while, he looked at the letter in his hand aondeondered out loud, “Jesus, what the hell am I suppose to do with this?”
“Do with what Percell?” The Sarg called from the doorway.
O shit! “Nothing Sarg.” He quickly shoved the letter into his pocket and turned to face Anderson.
Anderson stared at him in doubt for a few moments, than shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “Whatever Percell, but you need to get your tail to latrine duty. You’re already late boy.”
“Sorry Sarg.” He followed Anderson out of the hooch and headed off to the do the dirty deed. He normally would have been mad as hell about burning shit, but he smiled as he realized that a certain young Lieutenant’s hooch was on the way.
Continued in: More Secrets Revealed (chapter two) REST OF THE SERIES WILL BE NC-17
Series: Part I of Secrets Revealed
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: A love-sick Horn expresses his feelings in words.
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: pre-slash, some language
Pairing: Myron/Horn???
Rating: PG-13 (this part only the rest of the series will be NC-17)
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: I’m sorry, but I was in a happy place when I wrote this short story. It’s the first NON NC-17 piece that I’ve written. This obviously is a letter written home in Horn’s POV.
Roger Horn SP/4
Firebase Ladybird, South Vietnam
February 9, 1968
Dear Linda,
How’s it going Sis? I’m doing okay, all things considered. Taylor and I got stuck doing Latrine duty yesterday, but I guess it’s better than getting shot at by Charlie. Speaking of Charlie, we got this green kid named Charlie Graham last week, and he got into trouble drinking with the other guys. I’ve never seen anyone that sick from booze before. He actually threw up the crap on the Sarg’s boots at role call. No one dared laughed, but I really felt sorry for the man. The Sarg gave him one of his “you got to be kidding me” stares, and the kid just ran off back into the squad hooch. We hadn’t heard from him since. I guess the Sarg found a better place for Charlie than Ladybird before the VC did him in.
In your last letter you asked me if I had met anyone special, and I guess, in a way, I have. Don’t go telling the folks, but I think I’m in love with this really hot-tempered officer. I keep trying to deny it, but it’s obvious that I’m wasting my time. Every time he’s near me I get flustered and nervous. I always seem to just stare at him or piss him off with some smart-ass comment. YES, I SAID HIM!!! It’s not like you didn’t know already. I think even our folks know. I mean how many harmonica playing war protestors do you know that arelingling to die just to protect some hot ass? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve risked my life just to get close to HIM. I dream about him, I write about him, and I even play songs about him.
God, sometimes, I think about enlisting for another tour just to be with him. I know it’s stupid to be willing to die for someone who doesn’t even know you care about him, but I can’t help it Sis. One time, he got blinded by an exploding fire extinguisher, and I had to help him find his way through the bush. It drove my crazy to be so near to him, and not to be able to touch him, or tell him how I felt. I know it’s against the rules for officers to fraternize with enlisted men, but I think I would be willing to spend the rest of my life in Leavenworth just to kiss him.
I love how he always looks rumpled. Like he just got out of bed, and he has the most beautiful eyes. I can’t help but to stare at him and wonder what’s the soul like behind them. I know that he’s fair and honest, and I know that he would support his men through anything, but I don’t know the private man. I wonder what he dreams about. Does he dream about getting out of here like the rest of us, or is he in it for the career? I know that he’s Jewish and he doesn’t eat pork, but did he go to the Synagogue on a regular basis when he was home? Is a true believer or is it just for show? One time he nearly knocked this guys head off for accusing him of being a “white, know-it-all, racist”. The whole squad stood in shock at the newbie who had accused the LT. True, he had been put on point, but so was everyone else. I thought that Taylor or Johnson would correct the “new blood” on the system, but the LT stepped up to the plate before they had a chance to react. His faced turned fire-red, and his ears looked like they were getting ready to explode. He walked up to the newbie, stopped about a nose length away, and said, “You’re calling me a racist right? You’re mad because the racist is keeping you from growing as a race right? You’re mad because your people haven’t been treated fairly right? You’re also mad because the white man’s army has made you his grunt right?” The newbie stared at the LT feeling God only knows what. The LT continued, “Well, I’m mad too! Have you ever heard of Genocide or Auschwitz? I have. My grandmother, that I never had a chance to meet, was slaughtered there, along with six other million Jews just 25 years ago. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Holocaust. So, the next time you’re going to accuse anyone of being a racist, you need to know where they’re coming from. I can assure you that I would be the last person in this platoon to express hatred towards another person just because their black, purple, or red. Do I make my self clear Private?” The newbie said that he was sorry and continued on the point, but I think that he had doomed himself on that first day. Nobody in squasquad was willing to put themselves on the line for a newbie who had insulted the LT.
That’s the day I knew that I was in love with him, not just infatuated. God Sis, all I want to do is to take him in my arms and love him all night. I’ve never been with a man before, but I just know that we’re meant to be together. I’m afraid that if I tell him how I feel, he’ll cuss me out or lock me up for harassment. He wouldn’t understand that I want to maove ove to him not fuck him like all the other guys arouere ere do. I can’t even begin to tell you about all of the fights the guys have gotten into defending his honor. He would die if he knew that, but it’s the truth. Other squad members make these really crude remarks about what they would do to him if they had five minutes. I swear Sis that it would make you sick to your stomach if I told you the vulgar things they want to do to our LT. Percell almost got thrown into the Brig over this one guy’s remark. This guy made a remark about something that he would like to do with the LT’s mouth, and Percell nailed him in the head with the butt of his rifle. The only thing that kept him out of the Brig was the Sarg’s intervention. Sometimes I think those two love LT as much as me, but more on that later.
Well, we’re off to fight tomorrow on some God-forsaken hill. I think maybe one day I will have the nerve to tell LT how I feel, but until then, I can only hope that Sarg or Percell doesn’t beat me to it.
Love you Sis,
Roger
The young man stared at the letter in shock. His friends must have left it behind. Horn had been hurt badly on that God-forsaken hill, and he had Taylor and Ruiz pack his gear, so that he could go home from the hospital. They had rushed in grabbing all of his gear, but they didn’t check under the mattress. He had checked it instead after they had left. Sometimes GIs left money under them, so he thought why the hell not, but the letter had not been what he expected to find. He had always suspected Horn’s feelings were something more when it concerned the LT, but he had no idea that he was so obvious as well. Everybody knew the Sarg had it bad for the LT, but he thought that he had kept his emotions in check.
After a while, he looked at the letter in his hand aondeondered out loud, “Jesus, what the hell am I suppose to do with this?”
“Do with what Percell?” The Sarg called from the doorway.
O shit! “Nothing Sarg.” He quickly shoved the letter into his pocket and turned to face Anderson.
Anderson stared at him in doubt for a few moments, than shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “Whatever Percell, but you need to get your tail to latrine duty. You’re already late boy.”
“Sorry Sarg.” He followed Anderson out of the hooch and headed off to the do the dirty deed. He normally would have been mad as hell about burning shit, but he smiled as he realized that a certain young Lieutenant’s hooch was on the way.
Continued in: More Secrets Revealed (chapter two) REST OF THE SERIES WILL BE NC-17