Diary of a Female Soldier

Cheeky Sergeant

2.2.2016

Diary,

I write impatiently at two in the morning. We went through exhausting and nervous training today.

We had to imagine a situation of being in enemy territory under live fire. Everything went well until Sergeant Johnson had to destroy everything by being pushed into the operation.

I hate him so much and his arrogant nature. Because of him, I broke my old fucking pen and had to tear off half the pages of this diary because the ink was spilled on the pages.

Ugh.

Anyway, just when I was in the middle of the operation, he decided it was time to push behind me and destroy my "cover" by holding his rifle to my head and yelling so everyone would hear, "Boom!"

And if that wasn't enough, he also bent down to my ear and whispered, "What a lovely ass you have, may you let me in?"

"And maybe I'll let you into Liam's hole, I'm pretty sure you won't notice the difference." I said, not my best comeback, and I got up from the ground, threw the sand out of me and walked away from the area.

I know he just wants to get into my underwear. And I had no problem letting him, it has been some time since I last did it. But the problem was in the way he tried to reach me - humiliation and making me angry.

There is a way to produce sexual tension, and calling me names or destroying my imaginary operation is not one of them. I never understood why in books and movies the most annoying and unworthy man is the one who supposedly causes sexual tension.

It's so obvious that when they won't fuck, they'll fight.

Anyway, after that my commander said I was endangering my teammates, and blah blah blah. Then he gave me punishments and I cleaned the kitchen and the toilet so far. My body kills me with pain.

I'm at the very edge of my nerves, and when I finally left the cursed, filthy kitchen infested with insects, who dared disturb me? Hmm? You guessed it.

The devil himself.

"Doll, how good to see you on the way to guard." He said, and chuckled, "Why don't you come with me and will pass the time together?"

"I don't think so. I have more important things to do, and you aren't one of them." I replied, imagining how I kick him in the balls and he was writhing in pain.

"Too bad, you don't know what you're missing." He said, and made the mistake of his life.

He grabbed my ass.

People who know me know that there are two things that you should never, ever do to me:

1. Don't take my food away from me.

2. Don't grab my fucking ass.

At that moment all I could see was red (a strange image of a bull rising in my head, as I write that) and I fell on him, punching his face over and over again.

The guy was so surprised that he fell on his ass, and two soldiers who passed by intervened and stopped the fight.

When I finished with him he had a broken tooth and an inflated eye, and I can't deny how good I felt after that.

I smiled at him and told him, "Don't fuck with me, or I'll fuck your life."

How good I felt when I gave him that punch. But I'm sure I'll hear about it tonight or tomorrow morning and get more punishments. I'll probably clean the bathroom for the rest of the month.

Well, I have to sleep.

Until next time,

Lexi.