Before I start I am not a writer so please excuse my grammar, this is purely based on an experience I had after my last tour of Afghanistan.
Tuesday 27 June, I have been in Afghanistan for four months now and the patrol base I am at is beginning to suffocate me. Four months of the same 19 guys cooped up in a shit compound with warm water to drink and fuck all entertainment. Each day is the same a patrol goes out either in daylight or in the small hours with the aim to bring peace to a people that resent your presence one minute but will take every had out you have the next. Each patrol has its advantages though, in the daytimes you can see the threats and Improvised explosive devise markers or IED,s as we call them but at night there's a higher risk of stepping on a pressure plate, but there is a release from the constant scorching heat so one prof I guess. Since we have been here we have lost 2 guys to the insurgents and each day I question what for? In many ways I am lucky, my girlfriend finished with me a few weeks before I deployed and I have only my mother left in my family. This does however pose a problem when it comes to welfare packages, while the rest of the lads get letters and parcels from home I tend to miss out.
But one afternoon was different my friend mark comes to me holding a letter with my name on. WTF is this I ask? I was telling my girlfriend about what it's like here and how much her letters meant to me, I then mentioned how you don't get anything and she said she'd get her friend to write to you. Gen? That's Hoofin mate is she essence? (All Marine slang I know but basically it means, that's brilliant is she hot?). He laughs I don't fucking know open it and find out.
That afternoon we were stood down by the Boss and I found a quiet spot to chill and decided to open her letter. It started off pretty much as you would expect telling me about herself what she does and pretty much her life. Her name was kira, she was 23 and worked in a hotel on reception and lived in Exeter a short distance from Plymouth my home town. She was a lot younger than me but that's a prof in my eyes if she wanted to write to a 32 year old who am I to argue. What I will say is for someone I had never met, spoken to or even seen she could really ramble on. That aside it was a pleasant change to my daily routine and I decided to write back to her. I told her about myself and what I liked to do where I was from and what makes me tick, at the end I asked for a picture and her number as where we were was very remote and mail arrives every couple of weeks, every week at best, it would be easier for me to phone her as we had a couple of satellite phones at the patrol base.
3 weeks had passed and still no fucking letter for me, other lads had got replies to their last letter but for me nothing. I began to resign myself to the fact that she had changed her mind about writing me or my age had scared her off, either way my hopes faded. Two days later that all changed mark brought out the mail and I didn't even bother putting my book down and getting up as I didn't expect anything. Daz! Daz wake up you tit, I was miles away, I looked up to see mark holding a letter out to me. I heaved my ass up expecting it to be from my mum but then saw it was from Kira. This was my 3rd tour of Afghanistan and I haven't felt a leap of exhilaration as I did them. I took myself off to my corner and carefully opened the letter.
Two pictures immediately fell out and I scooped them up, OMFG there were two selfies of a fucking hot brunette one in a tight white dress and the other in only French nix and bra. She was approximately 5ft4 as best as I could tell, with long brunette hair, about size 8 to 10 and around a 32dd cup. Her eyes were deep and dark and her skin looked soft with a light tan. I instantly became hard, I had a stack of porn on my laptop and had obliviously beaten off to lads Mags in the time I had beenin theatre, I mean who wouldn't 6 months away from home, but these were pictures taken for me and that was an instant turn on. I eagerly read the letter which didn't say much other than what she's been up to and asking after me. At the end she apologised for the pics but hoped I liked them. Your dame right I do I was thinking, still hard and eyeing her top to toe between paragraphs. Finally there was a number and she said to call her anytime, which I very much intended to do.
The next evening we returned from our patrol and I put my name down to use the sat phone. The anticipation of finally talking to Kira was frustrating to say the least, I burnt some time by doing some phys in our makeshift gym and having a shower but my mind was constantly thinking of Kira, all the while It took every ounce of concentration to stem my erection as I remembered every inch of her amazing body. By this time I didn't need the pictures to remind me of what she looked like. 20 minutes to go and I was very excited and thought of how our convocation would go or would it be awkward neither of us not knowing what to say to each other? After all we had written to each other like twice and I couldn't believe what an effect 1 girl could have on me.
Finally my turn on the phone I had to walk around the compound a few times to find the best spot for signal, preferably away from the other lads, one thing about Marines is they know how to take the piss and I had not exactly hidden my anticipation of this call and as a consequence I had suffered many a jibe.