Hey VetTV, just subscribed to your channel! Best subscription I've purchased. Anyway, I just want to share a story with you.
I'm a US army national guard vet. On my first deployment, still young and dumb 19 year old infantryman from Texas assigned to a platoon where I'm the only black guy. Because of my where I went to school I was raised very proper *hints the black cracker joke*
Anyway we started training for our deployment to Baghdad, Iraq in Aug 2007 in fort Stewart, Georgia. A few days before we deployed some of the guys in my platoon took me out to the strip club to celebrate my birthday. It was my first time in a strip club so my sgt. Bought me a lapdance. Well the stripper and I clicked and I ended up getting her number in the end.
So we chatted for a few days until it was time to leave. A day or two before we left some of the guys from my squad decided to eat off base. Well the stripper just came from a party on base and was trying to see me. Me, being the nice guy I am told her go home and rest but gave her my location anyway. She met up with me looking like a thrown bride of chucky doll...needless to say while I was getting teased I just ignored her and we drove off leaving her behind in the rain. I text her I was sorry but didnt hear anything after that day from her.
Few days later we arrive in Kuwait and I go to check my email and Myspace. Yes Myspace, well I sent my stripper friend a message only to get a response shortly later saying "this is her sister, I'm sorry but *stripper* is dead, she died in a car accident."
So I reply back "hahaha that's not funny if you dont want to talk just say it." So the next message is her sister going off on me saying why would I lie about my sisters death with the link to the news report.
My stripper ran off the bridge going home the same day I left her in the rain!
Shocked by the news I go back to the tent and tell my squad what happend. Only to hear a reply from my platoon sgt only replies"god damn it Aaron, your a damn stripper killer" .
Hope yall enjoyed reading my story.