Married troops can live together in Iraq

I hope one day someone make the same decision for same-sex couples but even this one looks like a good move.

“BAGHDAD - When American soldiers get off duty in Iraq, the men usually return to their quarters, the women to theirs. But Staff Sgt. Marvin Frazier gets to go back to a small trailer with two pushed-together single beds that he shares with his wife.

In a historic but little-noticed change in policy, the Army is allowing scores of husband-and-wife soldiers to live and sleep together in the war zone — a move aimed at preserving marriages, boosting morale and perhaps bolstering re-enlistment rates at a time when the military is struggling to fill its ranks five years into the fighting.

“It makes a lot of things easier,” said Frazier, 33, a helicopter maintenance supervisor in the 3rd Infantry Division. “It really adds a lot of stress, being separated. Now you can sit face-to-face and try to work out things and comfort each other.”

Long-standing Army rules barred soldiers of the opposite sex from sharing sleeping quarters in war zones. Even married troops lived only in all-male or all-female quarters and had no private living space.

But in May 2006, Army commanders in Iraq, with little fanfare, decided that it is in the military’s interest to promote wedded bliss. In other words: What God has joined together, let no manual put asunder.

“It’s better for the soldiers, which means overall it’s better for the Army,” said Command Sgt. Maj. Mark Thornton of the 3rd Infantry.

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Crush

Zach walked to the doorway of the drawing room as he heard the familiar static sound of Noah’s eye phones enter the building. Leaning against the doorframe he smiled at the sight of Noah dancing unabashedly up the hallway to a song only he could hear the words to. Zach loved that Noah could do something that anybody else would find completely embarrassing without even blinking an eye if someone looked at him strange or made a comment. If only thought Zach as he stared in desire at Noah, he had had the biggest crush on him since Noah had started out as a junior designer. Zach was a few years older than Noah and had been working at the graphic design company Caliente for about 5 years when Noah started about 3 years earlier. His only problem was he didn’t have the guts to ask Noah if he was gay, he sometimes suspected it but then something would happen to crush his hope of his eccentric colleague being anything other than straight. Plus he had worked too hard to keep his family from knowing that their beloved son batted for the other team and he wasn’t about to come out of the closet to them without a big reason. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of whom he was or that his family wouldn’t accept him. It’s that if Zach were to come out to them and continually come home without a constant relationship, his family would pin it down to the fact that he was gay. And he didn’t want to be constantly harassed that being straight would be so much easier.
Zach fought his desire to leap at Noah as he moon walked past him down the hall way, wiggling his hips seductively and winking at him. God, did he want Noah to have more than just humour behind those actions. His eyes followed Noah up the hallway, sneaking a peak at his ass wrapped in tight black denim.
Phew, Zach looks hot today. Thought Noah as he entered the staff locker room. Unlike some of his co-workers he actually liked using the lockers instead of dumping things at his desk. The building was having renovations done, and while the desk space was being used the company had hired some lockers for employees to keep belongings in.
It reminded him of school time fantasies of sexy fun with his crush from a distance Chad Hamilton. Man had he masturbated a lot to thoughts of Chad all soapy and fucking Noah against the shower wall, senior year.
It had been several years since Noah had seen Chad and last he had heard of him was that Chad had washed out at College football and was now fat and working at a Pizza Shop.
Anyway his fantasies had been staring someone new for several years now. He smiled at the thought of Zach all soapy and fucking him up against the shower wall, but stopped and shook him self, glaring at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of his locker door. The last thing he needed was to spring a boner in front of his very straight Texan friend. If Zach found out that Noah had a major jones for him, not only would Noah probably get beaten up, he would lose the one guy he had ever had more than sexual feelings for. He had worked really hard the past few years to hide his romantic feelings towards Zach, because he was so sure that Zach was straight. The words never stopped you before kept popping it to his mind but it was different with Zach. He wanted so much more than the satisfaction that came with altering the orientation of some confused straight kid.
A while later Zach was walking down the hallway focusing on a clipboard full of account details trying to figure out where the mistake was when Noah came hurtling out of an open door next to him.
“I spilt paint on me.” Noah exclaimed happily motioning to the bright blue splash down the front of his white shirt and dodging Zach.
Zach stood stunned in the hallway for several seconds recovering from nearly being knocked over by a brightly coloured blur, before coming to his senses and following Noah up the hallway. “How may I ask you did you manage to spill paint all over yourself when we work with computers?” Zach said walking into the locker room. Instantly wishing he hadn’t followed. As Noah had pulled his stained shirt off and stood bare-chested next to his locker. Zach couldn’t help but let his eyes glide down over Noah’s smooth wiry chest and long slender arms.
“Um well I was looking for some coloured cardboard in the supply room and a bottle fell on me. Damn it I could have sworn I had another shirt in here.” Noah said his head buried in the back of his locker.
Zach made some sound of agreement, without really focusing on what Noah was saying as he watch a small blue drip that had seeped through Noah’s shirt and was gliding effortlessly down between Noah’s pecs and over his taught stomach to be hungrily soaked up by the low waistband of Noah’s jeans.
“Why is your face like that?” Noah said straightening up and looking at Zach.
“Like what?” Zach said his eyes snapping back up to Noah’s.
“All screwed up like.” Said Noah mimicking the look he saw upon Zach’s face.
“It’s not, I think I have a shirt in my locker if you want it.” Zach said changing the subject.
“Really? That would be great, I don’t think many would appreciate me walking around with no top on.” Noah said looking down at his blue stained chest.
I know I wouldn’t mind. Thought Zach as he reached into his locker.
“I am not wearing that!” Noah exclaimed looking at the shirt Zach held up.
“Why not, what’s wrong with it?” Zach said looking at the shirt, hurt because it was one of his favorites.
“I may not be much of a sports fan but my father would disown me if he found out I had worn a shirt supporting a college football team other than my own.” Noah said.
“I see, but you didn’t play football in college.” Zach said
“That’s not the point, ever heard of a thing called school spirit.” Noah said defensively.
“Ok, Ok, don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ll wear this one; you can wear the one I’m wearing.” Zach said hanging the shirt over the locker door and pulling his own shirt up over his head and throwing it at Noah.
“Happy.” Zach said.
“Yep.” Noah said holding his breath at the sight of Zach’s muscular chest and arms. Like Noah he was slender but compared to Noah’s wiry athletic build he was built more like a footballer with solid arms and a well-defined chest. Noah couldn’t help but notice how small Zach’s hips were, accentuating his v-shaped torso. If he just reached out he could touch that magnificent chest and curl his fingers in the light sprinkle of dark hair…
“Noah? You okay? You look a bit pale.” Zach said looking closely at Noah’s face.
Probably because my brain realised there was more important places for the blood to be right now. “Never been better.” Noah said huskily his voice thick with longing.
Zach felt the atmosphere in the room change dramatically as his body responded to the thick emotions in Noah’s voice. Zach swallowed hard not knowing who was controlling his arm, as it certainly wasn’t him that reached out and placed a hand on Noah’s bare hip. Noah felt his entire body freeze and a feeling of numbness consume him. He could feel the heat radiate from Zach’s hand.
“What are you doing?” Noah said his voice dying in his throat.
“I’m not really sure.” Zach whispered leaning closer into Noah until they were barely inches from each other.
“Pinch me.” Noah croaked suddenly
“Why?”
“Because this never happens when I’m awake.” Said Noah nervously his knees wobbling.
Zach placed his hand face down on Noah’s stomach and glided it down over Noah’s aching groin.
“Oh shit!” Noah groaned tilting his head back.
“Does that tell you your not asleep?” Zach whispered leaning forward and licking a line up Noah’s jugular.
“Zachary Thread.” “Zachary Thread.” “You are needed in Drawing room 3.” “Zachary Thread to Drawing room 3.” Screeched a loud speaker breaking the atmosphere in the locker room.
Zach and Noah sprang apart. Zach pulled the shirt off the door of the locker and quickly pulled it on buttoning it up in record time. Walking towards the door he stopped, his back to Noah. “My place at 8.00, we need to talk.” He said quickly before hurrying out of the room.
Noah was back home now and stressing about going to Zach’s. He hoped what was waiting for him at Zach’s was something he had longed for his entire time working with him but he couldn’t get the stupid fears that plagued him out of his head. Maybe he only invited me over so he can beat me up. But he licked me, people who want to beat you up because your gay don’t usually grope you then lick you do they? But maybe it was a prank and he only did it to lure me to his place so he could beat me up.
“Shut up! You’re a freak.” Noah muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys and walked out of his apartment.
Zach jumped out of his skin at the sound of the doorbell shooting through the house. Racing to the door he pulled it open without even checking the peephole. The sight of Noah standing on his doorstep wearing an opaque white sweat shirt and dark tracksuit pants slung low on his hips made him swallow hard. He stood to the side and let Noah enter the apartment.
Leading Noah into the lounge room he sat down on the couch and motioned for Noah to follow. They sat in silence for several seconds, both too afraid to make the first move.
“God, I can’t stand it anymore!” Noah said shooting to his feet. “Zach I have no idea how you feel about me but I know there’s something between us. What happened in the locker room today meant more to me than you will ever know. I-I fell in love with you the instant you entered my life and if you’re just leading me on or…or pulling my chain please tell me so I can leave and forget this ever happened.” More like kill myself. Noah stuttered rapidly tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Zach stared up at Noah, amazement written across his face at the words that had just come from Noah’s lips.
“Please say something.” Noah whispered, his desperation making his voice crack.
The silence in the room continued as Zach stared in awe up at Noah.
“Forget it then, I’ll call in sick until I can get a transfer. Then you’ll never have to see me again.” Noah croaked walking towards the door.
“Wait!” Zach said leaping to his feet and catching hold of Noah’s arm.
“Why, so you can humiliate me some more?” Noah spat his heartbreak turning to anger.
“No, so I can do this.” Zach whispered pulling Noah into kiss him fiercely on the mouth.