Fuck fuck FUCK! I didn’t nearly gather the courage. There was this really sweet and kind NCO, who had been there since the beginning, and I trusted well enough to tell. But fuck me, I didn’t have the courage to talk about it. She often seemed understanding, and I usually tell people I trust everything. The squadron is my family, and I am undoubtedly going to tell someone. I know they could easily help me. If I’m FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK alive by then, then I will. I’ve always secretly liked her, so that doesn’t help for FUCKING SHIT.
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Tsk-tsk.
Fraternisation is a chargeable offence, you know that right? Of course you do. So, you need to have a little intestinal fortitude and talk with your NCO, keep it strictly professional like any self-respecting serviceman would. Once you receive a reaction from her, devise a course for’d as to whether you keep the matter in the professional sense or pursue it in a more “informal” way. You’ll know how to navigate the situation after that.
The overlying factor here is that you need to speak with someone, I would much prefer you spoke with someone outside the service, but I suppose that isn’t an option for you.
Well I guess there’s really only one thing left to do now. Thanks for all you’re help.