Sitting outside my barrack in Kandahar, Afghanistan while mindlessly cleaning my rifle with a cigarette hanging from the corner of my mouth I kept thinking about him. He was my best kept secret from my platoon. I knew that I could be court marshaled and dishonorably discharged if I made it public knowledge that I’m gay or that my partner is a transsexual man.
Though when it came down to it I didn’t much care if someone found out. My tour was almost over and soon I’d be returning home to him. Maybe I would be a different man than when I’d left. I’ve seen and done things here that no one person should ever see or do. My partner will never be able to truly comprehend that.