The thunder roars overhead as the disciplined soldiers succumb to their forbidden urges. The sight of their fellow GIs, hard and eager, is too much to resist. They take turns, their skilled mouths working in synchrony, their hands exploring each other's toned bodies. The punishment is sweet, the pleasure intense. As the storm reaches its peak, so do they, their bodies convulsing with release, their uniforms drenched in their own juices and the rain, their secrets safe in the chaos of the storm.