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FICTION: Digging Trenches. By Marquesate. (Posted at the author's site. From the novel Her Majesty's Men.) Desire isn't necessarily a bad thing in a soldier . . . unless it's directed at your best mate.
FICTION: Hooray for Hollywood. By Parhelion. (From the series Hurrah for Hollywood. Posted at the author's site.) Tom thought of himself as only a bed-hopping choreographer. The war was proving him wrong.
He could bend men to his will. He could watch them fail and fall without his own nerve breaking. He had to hold firm in his miscast part, finish this job before he could walk off the set, no matter how he felt about growing to fit this alien role.
FICTION: Fleur de Lys 2 and Fleur de Lys 3. By Ranger. (From the novel Fleur de Lys. Posted at the author's site.) In the trenches of World War One, the usual rules governing social conduct fall to the wayside.
It must have only sounded like 'son', must have been 'sir', not even Cowan would dare address an officer in that way, but Deverel didn't query it. There was a good deal of comfort in that rough and warm hand.
It was quiet now. It had not always been so, but now the darkness was total with the silence broken only by the faint creaks as the hull of the submarine slowly succumbed to the deadly press of the deep ocean.
NONFICTION: Here's How a Faggot Slaps. Steven Zeeland interviews John. (Posted at the author's site. From the book Barrack Buddies and Soldier Lovers. Gallery.) A soldier comes out to his straight roommate, in the most complete manner possible.
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