Please welcome US Veteran Taylor Reynolds. She’s here to take us on a journey to life as a member of the US Army. Leave her a comment to thank her for her service, and let her know what you think of her story.

On July 17, 1996, at approximately 8pm, I got a haircut.

It’s probably not normal to remember something as mundane as a haircut, but this one was the prelude to a pretty significant life event.

On July 18, 1996, I left home at the age of 17 for Army Basic Combat Training.

And the night before, amidst the minor freak-out of “Oh my God I’m joining the Army tomorrow and I don’t know what’s going to happen and I don’t want to go to South Carolina during the summer and I can’t wait to start language school in California in the fall and holy crap…I don’t know how to put my hair up so it meets regulation…MOM!!!! I need a haircut RIGHT NOW!” my mom sat me down and chopped off my long hair so I didn’t have to learn how to make a bun.

Twenty years later, my hair is halfway down my back again, and I am very good at putting it in a bun.

It’s funny, the little tiny things you remember during the huge, momentous events. I can’t recall anything else about that night, but I knew I needed a haircut short enough to get me through the next eight weeks with no upkeep.

Being a soldier had a profound effect on me and I’m proud to write stories that feature military or veteran characters in everyday life. Well, sexy, everyday life in my books πŸ˜‰ Because though I enjoy reading about a hot SEAL rescuing a politician’s kidnapped daughter or an Army Ranger fast-roping onto an objective just as much as the next girl, I also love the story that portrays our servicemembers as our neighbors and coworkers, family and friends. As people who have taken a tremendous oath, but who are also just like you and me.

You can find my short stories at Amazon –Β – or catch me online @authortreynolds,, andΒ



  1. I went in to the army in 1974 right before Thanksgiving. I spent Thanksgiving in Basic. I cried. I was spoiled to being with the hubby. I didn’t miss “home'” in the normal sense. I missed married life home. Being with my husband and our everyday life as an army wife, that wasn’t issued back then-lol.
    Love your stories. Happy Birthday
    I got my hair cut during basic right before a big inspection so I wouldn’t have to mess with it any more. After Basic it grew out. In Germany I got it cut because they were having a heat wave and wearing it up without AC was too much. I’ve kept it short since around 1981 or so. I got used to it and hate when it grows out.

  2. Hey! You joined on my 39th birthday! πŸ™‚ When I joined (Jan 1976) I didn’t have to worry about my hair. It was already short. It was my WEIGHT I worried about. Heck, I still worry about it. πŸ™‚ Funny thing, I was excited about going to Ft. Jackson for basic training, then found out at the last minute I was going to Ft. McClellan. I didn’t know where that was. I wasn’t prepared for that at all! Got my first taste of the Army and I hadn’t even left home yet. πŸ™‚

  3. Haha, when I entered Basic in 1984, they cut our hair for us. A lovely cut, designed to make us indistinguishable from the other cadets…much like an upside-down bowl on top of your head. I remember distinctly the day before Basic, as well. It was my birthday. A very weird birthday, because nobody could give me anything. I couldn’t bring anything with me to Basic. πŸ™‚

    • What a crazy birthday to have! And I’m pretty sure I had that same bowl cut in 1984, I was just a little younger πŸ˜‰ I graduated Basic the day before my 18th birthday, so flying to language school in CA was a pretty great present.

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