Don't Ask, Don't Tell

This story will be done by AlphaWolf211 and Writer101. If you hate gay people, then just get out now.

Chapter 1

The New Adventure

Dear Dove,

Boot Camp is finally over. I made it. I feel like nothing can possibly stop me now. It was so hard. It was like they wanted me to drop out. To quit. If it wasn't for my stubborn wish to prove people wrong, and sympathy for my instructor, then I might have just left. But even running until I puke cant get me away from collage. I hope you're not mad at me for my decision. I know its right. And is there any other way?
To be honest, I'm trying to convince myself more then you. Was this right? Am I meant to be a soldier? The other 'boots (Military slang) were the kind of guys that are going out to defend their country. Don't get me wrong, I love America. But will I feel out of place fighting for a country that doesn't accept people like me?
I guess I'm feeling how women must have when they were first enlisted. I wonder if they ever felt so out of place?
The guy in the seat next to me is drooling on my shoulder. I hate flying. Especially overseas. I wish they had stationed me in Tennessee or Montana or something. I'm excited to see Europe, but looking down and seeing nothing but blue, and knowing that any second I could be lost in it...
It's almost as scary as the drill instructors in California.
I'll be meeting my platoon once I get off the plane. I wonder what Germany will be like? What will my Sargent be like? Will this be as bad a boot camp?
According to most, it's worse.
For the first time in my life, I think I feel brave. Not like a Fairy, or a Fagg, or like anything our old classmates called me. I feel like I'm going to make something of myself.
I'm going to be the youngest person in my platoon. God... I'm only nineteen...
The plane will be landing in two hours. I love you like my sister. Hug my mother. Tell dad I miss him. I plan to be home as soon as I can.

Forever yours,

Ashton Chance


I looked up, staring out the window and into the ocean, where the last rays of the setting sun were just sinking over the horizon. I ran a hand through my hair, which was twisting into whispy curls around my ears. I had just grown it out again. I hoped they wouldn't shave it all off again.
A whole new adventure.
Like I was three years old and seeing just what it was like at the top f the pine tree in my backyard. Except this was much more dangerous.
Excitement bubbled in me like a shaken-up bottle of Coke. This was to be my life. The life a hero.
The life of someone who matters.

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