Of Pens and Swords

I explained that whole thing to a few friends before, my girlfriend. How a patrol may seem to an outsider to be a group of bubba’s and bitches walking through the woods with weapons.

It annoys Jessica to no end that I break out my Flamer lisp at times, flit around briefly, over-exaggerate my hand movements…I think it’s funny. I’ve known more grunts that have the perfect gay lisp than flaming-gay men…anyways, I digress.

I think I worried a few old friends of mine a few times, getting drunk and slipping into my gay gruntenese. It’s funny to watch their reactions. I guess it’s a grunt thing. I know it makes people uncomfortable as hell here in remf land, that is fer sher.

I guess living with a bunch of guys for 9+ years in various worldwide locations can warp one’s sense of reality. Or, the actual perception of having no woman within the brigade area, ever, unless she’s lost, will do that. Maybe we just realize that after a while, using communal showers and non partitioned shitters, most of us actually decide that we’re not gay, so make light of it. I wonder if guys 150 years ago pretended to be gay and do little flits while on patrol…probably not. It would be funny to see that in a civil war reinactment though….