Krististeph
03-05-2014, 02:51 AM
This is a mixed post- some good news some bad, but unquestionably CD related.
I woke up tonight- unable to sleep (i've been fighting a cold) and went downstairs to avoid keeping my wife awake. I put on some stockings, but not having shaved my legs for a day and a half, i had stubble- so on went some opaque tights, and to smooth the matte finish out, I pulled on Sheer Energy over them. Very nice opaque look, shimmery smooth outer surface.
Put on some casual stuff, details not important.
Reading through some messages that had accumulated, I hear that my old drill sgt from the army had passed away recently. Bummer. He was a Master Sgt. when I was in basic, and like most guys, I thought he was kick ass. Actually, he did kick our asses. First few days, before the actual training started, he was a mean, tough, no-way-to-please ******* hard case. Older (relatively- about 35), he was in excellent shape- built, lean, but never broke a sweat in front of us. Always squared away and looked like a recruitment poster- his wife actually tailored and tucked his floppy camo fatigues so he looked sharp (of course these were for show only, not the fatigues he'd use for the field).
The first day of official training, we figured he'd tear our heads off. But no. He had let us know who was boss already. Calmly told us what we were going to do, picked a platoon leader, gave him a note book, directions and had him lead us off. He never raised his voice for the 16 weeks of OSUT training. But by gosh, you never wanted to draw his attention. I figured it out early, and whenever he would start talking to me or ask why i had not done something or whatever, I knew there was no talking my way out of it- I stopped waiting for him to tell me, I just got down and started doing pushups, without even asking to break ranks or from standing at attention. Actually made him chuckle, "That's right, get on down..." 20, 40 and 60 at a time- I actually maxed the pushups in the physical tests, 68 in 2 minutes I think. The guy never said a nasty word, even to a 110 pound string bean going into a combat job. The man had class. Class of the world. Even to a couple of guys we pretty much had figured out were gay (this was back in the 80's), he knew the deal, never said a thing, never treated them any different.
Turns out we were his last class before he went to drill sgt school- training future drill sgts. Gave us recruits a little benefit of the doubt and we rose to the occasion.
So as I sit here, semi-casually dressed, nothing over the top but at the same time unquestionably feminine, , happy with my stocking combo- i think to my self what he might have said, if he could see me now. His favorite word for a job well done- "Outstanding", each syllable pronounced, with a tone of decisiveness and approval.
I doubt he'd actually be happy to find out some of us were crossdressers, but i'm sure he was not ignorant of the reality, and dealt with it as cool as a cucumber- if we were ready to fight in the military, he had no other worries, kept any judgement he might have had to himself. Of course all the other drill sgts hated the guy, he outranked them in rank, confidence, intelligence, and appearance at all times.
We're not supposed to reveal personal data, but his first name was Michael. He was no angel, but one hell of a leader and role model. The responsibility i learned to accept in basic had served me unbelievably well in civilian life.
He was himself, without question, Outstanding.
Good on ya, Master Sgt.!
-Kristi
I woke up tonight- unable to sleep (i've been fighting a cold) and went downstairs to avoid keeping my wife awake. I put on some stockings, but not having shaved my legs for a day and a half, i had stubble- so on went some opaque tights, and to smooth the matte finish out, I pulled on Sheer Energy over them. Very nice opaque look, shimmery smooth outer surface.
Put on some casual stuff, details not important.
Reading through some messages that had accumulated, I hear that my old drill sgt from the army had passed away recently. Bummer. He was a Master Sgt. when I was in basic, and like most guys, I thought he was kick ass. Actually, he did kick our asses. First few days, before the actual training started, he was a mean, tough, no-way-to-please ******* hard case. Older (relatively- about 35), he was in excellent shape- built, lean, but never broke a sweat in front of us. Always squared away and looked like a recruitment poster- his wife actually tailored and tucked his floppy camo fatigues so he looked sharp (of course these were for show only, not the fatigues he'd use for the field).
The first day of official training, we figured he'd tear our heads off. But no. He had let us know who was boss already. Calmly told us what we were going to do, picked a platoon leader, gave him a note book, directions and had him lead us off. He never raised his voice for the 16 weeks of OSUT training. But by gosh, you never wanted to draw his attention. I figured it out early, and whenever he would start talking to me or ask why i had not done something or whatever, I knew there was no talking my way out of it- I stopped waiting for him to tell me, I just got down and started doing pushups, without even asking to break ranks or from standing at attention. Actually made him chuckle, "That's right, get on down..." 20, 40 and 60 at a time- I actually maxed the pushups in the physical tests, 68 in 2 minutes I think. The guy never said a nasty word, even to a 110 pound string bean going into a combat job. The man had class. Class of the world. Even to a couple of guys we pretty much had figured out were gay (this was back in the 80's), he knew the deal, never said a thing, never treated them any different.
Turns out we were his last class before he went to drill sgt school- training future drill sgts. Gave us recruits a little benefit of the doubt and we rose to the occasion.
So as I sit here, semi-casually dressed, nothing over the top but at the same time unquestionably feminine, , happy with my stocking combo- i think to my self what he might have said, if he could see me now. His favorite word for a job well done- "Outstanding", each syllable pronounced, with a tone of decisiveness and approval.
I doubt he'd actually be happy to find out some of us were crossdressers, but i'm sure he was not ignorant of the reality, and dealt with it as cool as a cucumber- if we were ready to fight in the military, he had no other worries, kept any judgement he might have had to himself. Of course all the other drill sgts hated the guy, he outranked them in rank, confidence, intelligence, and appearance at all times.
We're not supposed to reveal personal data, but his first name was Michael. He was no angel, but one hell of a leader and role model. The responsibility i learned to accept in basic had served me unbelievably well in civilian life.
He was himself, without question, Outstanding.
Good on ya, Master Sgt.!
-Kristi