B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 1
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.
Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Nudism Slow
July 1, 2012
I sat in the interview room in my dress uniform, waiting for my turn to give my version of the ambush. I knew all the survivors were going to be interviewed. Too many had died and they were looking for a scapegoat. I hoped it wouldn't be me. This was to be a fact finding investigation so no counsel was allowed. But the level of brass that came through the door looked a lot more serious to me.
I stood at attention while they sat down. The officer that appeared in charge was a one star general. The rest were majors, six of them total. The general made the opening statement.
"Today we are here to continue the formal investigation into the ambush of convoy 12630. Convoy 12630 left Penshaw, Pakistan at 0400 on 6 June 2012 to deliver fuel, ammo and supplies to Camp Little John, Afghanistan," he read from his prepared statement.
"Sergeant Jones?" he asked.
"Present sir," I replied
"State your full name for the record," he replied.
"Sergeant Roberta Josephine Jones serial 294229595 Sir," I answered.
"Your birth date is shown as 10 July 1984 and you have been a Marine for 10 years; is that correct?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"Let's start at the beginning. Were there any unusual events in putting the convoy together?" he asked.
"Yes sir. The number of Afghan scouts was less than we normally had and the convoy makeup was different. The Afghans were new to us and they seemed nervous. Captain Walsh was also a rookie to convoy duty. His initial makeup of the convoy would have been suicide. He ordered trucks carrying ammo to be pulling fuel trailers, a bad combination. We convinced him to make changes and the Afghans were not happy about the delay," I replied.
"The final makeup of the convoy was a lead HumVee with Captain Walsh, a driver and two gunners. A deuce and a half carrying supplies pulling a fuel trailer followed the lead Humvee. Then another deuce and a half with ammo followed by another with supplies pulling a fuel trailer, then another HumVee with a driver and three gunners. Two more deuce and a half's with supplies and fuel trailers followed the gunners. Near the end were two deuce and a half's with more ammo. Finally, another HumVee with a driver and three gunners were the final trucks in the convoy. Each of the deuce and a half carries two soldiers," I stated.
"There were a total of 10 trucks, 4 trailers and 26 soldiers. The Afghans' were in the lead with their own 4x4," I stated.
"How many of the soldiers were female?" he asked.
"A total of fourteen female soldiers were in the convoy. Two in each of the deuce and a half's," I stated.
"You had the highest rank of the female soldiers?" he asked.
"Yes sir, two field promotions," I replied.
"So you were second in command," he stated.
"Yes sir," I replied
"Where were you in the convoy?" he asked.
I was driving the deuce and a half behind the second HumVee," I replied.
They are looking to blame this on the female soldiers, I thought.
"When did the trouble start?" he asked.
"It started soon as we crossed over the Afghanistan border at about 1200 hrs. The Afghan scouts turned on a road that was not on the mapped route. I questioned Capt. Walsh, he radioed back; the scouts said that the mapped road was under attack up ahead and we were going around the attack. I radioed Capt Walsh back requesting air cover. He said he would consider it if anything happened. I reminded him that anytime we left the mapped route it was SOP. Five minutes later I heard him make the call for air support," I stated.
"How long after the call for air cover did the action start?" he asked.
