[the Completion of Chapter Five
I murmured something to the effect, Sure, I was a little drunk, but she understood, as I opened her door.
When we arrived at the compound, it was 11:45 PM See you tomorrow, about 5:00 PM ok? I asked. She nodded her head yes.
Choosing a moment to wake up and stretch, getting out of the car, along side of the roadway by the iron gates of the military base, I went into the compound, she shook her head slowly, and said, At 5:00 PM thenright?
I walked through the gates by two security guards, and into the side door, for I was now one of the guards. I walked slowly to my room, looked for my bed trying to focus, and crashed, knowing it was in front of me.
I had the first shift in the morning, which entailed raising the flag, waving everyone through the gates, checking IDs, trucks and cars for anything that might be suspicious, or possibly an Army theft. It would be a busy day; being part of the Security Force, they had rotating shifts: involving nights, days and evenings, something I didnt cherish, but had to adjust to.
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In the morning I had showered and shaved in the cold damp showers of this WWII barracks: where youd have to run back down the hallway to your room before your ass would freeze, and youd catch your death with the seeping cold from the shower windows, and hallway breezes that seeped through the whole thick building: which seemed to be an every morning thing here in Germany (in winter). I dreaded leaving that warm water coming out of the shower to endure the quick run escape back to our room. I seemed to get cold the moment I got out of my bed, all the way to the shower room and until I ate breakfast: the only moment of warmth was under the warm shower waters; even under my feet got cold a few feet away from the warm showers water. The weather was changing, and it couldnt change too quickly for me, to spring. I pretended to be indifferent of it all, e specially if my comrades ever joined me, for it was a huge shower room and several of us might shower together at any given time, hence.
I quickly rushed back to my room and readied myself, putting on my greens: my, green and more green clothing, -- then I put my SG patch [Security Guard patch on hard hat on; next my white arm band, and blue police band, fatigues, white laced black shinning boots, and relieved my partner of his duties standing outside directing traffic.
I had been a guard for only a month now, originally being part of an ordnance battery before. But because they were short of guards, I volunteered, plus it was good duty, I wouldnt have to go out three times a year to the frozen elements in the East of Augsburg some one hundred miles for training. It was a plus to be able to stay behind, or at least that was the way I felt, although I didnt like leaving my four friends from the Delta barrack, all being from the south. Wed play [Id play that is th e guitar while they all got drunk on their bunks.
The Security Police I now worked with, never did such things together, I kind of missed it. But they didnt vanish from the face of the earth, and I compensated for not being with them when we did get together over at the Bavarian Crossroads Service Club. We always had a great time, and at the Enlisted Mens Club where we could play slots and drink until we had to carry one another back to the barracks. It was always a good gathering for us.
6 The Passion of Mid-Spring
Mid-Spring
I wave a few cars though the gate, feeling the sun resting upon my face warming my cheeks a bit, as I stood to the side of the compound entrance; it also was helpful in sobering me up.
My whole life had become suddenly real again I told myself as I continued to wave the cars through, and tighten my gloves. The morning was a bit chilly, I think it was the bitter left over from the winter, the chill that is.
Being part of the Military Police, if a high ranking officer seen me just a little untidy, it could be reprimand time for me, and that I didnt need, so I was constantlylike all the other Security Policechecking and re-checking my uniform, my appearance, I guess like our SFC our boss you could say [Sergeant First Class would say youre the first thing people see when they come to an American facilityLOOK GOOD!! I suppose he was right.
I asked myself between carshad I imagined the whole evening before? After all, I was back doing what I did six-days a week.
My brain was a little slow today, the alcohol I think. I saw Ski in formation over by the artillery-barracks. Would it not be surprising if I told him how the evening ended, hed evaporate, his mind was probably too involved with fancy crime schemes to pay it any mind: --and how to get over on the Army, nonetheless it was a good thought. I think I wanted to show-off.
As I turned about, Ski was standing by my side, it startled me a bit, a smile on his face though, as if he knew what I knewI think he had the smirk I was expected to have when he showed up, damn, let me have some fun I whispered to my evil side. Only his eyes were not the same, blood shot, like mine I suppose, if I could only see mine.
But it didnt matter for Ski he still remained shrewd and charming, and yaw, --undoubtedlystiffened with grief:
How was your evening Chickmake it with Chris?
Matter-of-fact, nooooooo I didnt do what are you thinking, but I got another datetoday.
He leaned back against the brick wall of the guard post, as was his customhe liked to lean against everything, as if he was going to jump on someone. But with me he just toyed, I knew his stances.
Today ---- haw?
Yes, today.
Really. He was thinking I busted out laughing.
You got your answer manwhat more do you want?
The truthyou got laidyaw!!!
Man oh man, where are you at Ski? Y ou really are something, I said, adding,she was eating right out of my hands
Youre full of shitout of your hands... I gave him a grimace.
Ski, there is something to be said about patients, and that would be a foreign word for you I knowthat is, to be patient, and all things will come to youplus, what did you expect, for me to get laid in that little car of hers?
Ive done it in a trunk
No way manin a trunk, youd have gone to the Grand Hotel we both laughed at that.
I got to work
See yaw later PFCEvens --
Yaw Corporal smart ASS I told myself, hed lose that strip before I leave Germany, and hed be a PFC like me or, Id be a Corporal, and hed be the PFC, just a matter of time.
The cars were now picking up, it was time for breakfast, and the people off Base were starting to flood the gates to go to work, along with the German civilians and off-base housing people: --the rush would last for a little more than an hour now.
[Ch apter Six to be completed in following Chapters
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Chapter Story
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