Chapter 3

[HANNA]

I woke. It was dark outside and I had no way of knowing what time it was. I would have to get dressed in fatigues and go see if I could eat. But that was futile. I still didn’t know what time it was, no watch. I went to the mess hall and nobody was there. It was too late obviously. I would get to stay hungry until morning and I made the long walk back across the deserted post.

I didn’t sleep much because I’d had such a long nap. There was but one light on over by the entry to the big building. That didn’t bother me and I wasn’t going to turn it off because it was such a long walk from the front doors to my bed in what would be pitch black. I couldn’t read unless I was willing to sit on the floor by the doors, the light and to heck with that. I just stayed and day dreamed about her.

I had no name to call her, no nothing in her regard. I’d told her I loved her, or rather my penis did. How silly. It was a joke she probably didn’t understand. She’d made me so relaxed I’d fallen asleep for a very long time.

In the morning the light was still summer early and I was awake, very ready to eat. I watched the mess hall over way across the way for any sign of life and as soon as somebody went in the door I started walking over. I opened the door just to step in and a voice said, “Coffee’s not ready yet.” I responded, “I just need a place to sit. Is that okay?” “Sure, come on in.”

The cook from behind was yet alone and I sat up front at a table to look around at the surroundings. “You the new guy?” “Yes, I am.” “Where are you from?” “Originally from Washington State but I was living in Hawaii when I got drafted.” “Draftee huh?” “Yes.” “I’m a lifer.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom.”

The cook came out with two cups of coffee after a bit and sat with me. “I got things warming up in there,” he said as he relaxed. I couldn’t tell what rank he was with just a tee shirt on under his apron. “How long you been in?.” he asked. “Just out of advanced training,” I said. “Wow, no Vietnam for you yet.” “No sir.” “You made any rank yet?” “Just PFC.” “And what’s your MOS?” “Communications, radio operator.” “Good thing you didn’t go to Vietnam man. Hell you’d probably be dead already.” “That’s what I heard, yeah.” “Well, you’re gonna like it here a LOT better. Been there, done that.”

He got up and went back into the kitchen whistling and I noted he had a Vietnam type of rank pinned to the back pocket of his fatigues. He was a staff sergeant. I wanted to ask him lots about the goings on out at the border but he was busy. Another cook showed up and said, “Hi,” as he quickly moved into the kitchen. He was probably late. Soon the smell of food wafted out and I was truly hungry. And I ate. I ate a lot and they were happy to keep giving me more food so unlike basic training. I was so thankful and I let them know.

My day would be like so many other days coming up waiting for the troops to return. I spent time just walking around the base taking it all in. It was such a huge place and nobody was around to direct, neglect, heckle or make me salute. I could go anywhere. Lunch was my next stop and I did get some information about the troops at the border but nothing really new or exciting. I had no newspaper to read but it didn’t matter. I did what I did as a kid and I just dreamed away my day.

The afternoon wore on later and I was just sitting on my bed staring at nothing. Earlier I had explored the building a little for its immenseness, many floors, a barracks type of housing, troops in bays of beds although the beds were gone for the most part, just a few here and there. There were more Latrines like the one I got my bath in. I was almost ready to start taking another one of those naps when I heard the big front doors rattling. Someone was coming in. As soon as I recognized it was her my heart jumped for some reason and yet I knew why. She was coming back. I didn’t want to assume another bath like yesterday but “I could hope” I chuckled to myself.

I watched her walk all across the shiny floor to my bed as I said, “Hello”. She smiled and did have a towel on her arm. I scooted over and motioned for her to have a seat on my bed. She hesitated just a moment and then sat down. I smiled at her, was really glad to see her. “Do you speak English...” I waited for a response, “ ... a little?” I asked very politely. There was another hesitation and then she nodded, “A little.” “I’m very sorry I don’t speak German. I wish I did.”

She looked not confused but wary. I really hoped she could speak enough so I could ask her some questions. “You are very nice. I really appreciate you making me calm down yesterday. After you left I was so relaxed. I fell asleep for a long time.” “You are welcome,” she responded. “And you are back today?” “Yes, your bath.” “Really?” “Yes.” I just looked down and said “Wow.” She stood up, offered her hand again and we both headed to the latrine. Essentially I thought I didn’t really care if the Army ever came back.

It was the same as before but this time I got undressed in a hurry even before the bath was ready. I just stood there in the altogether wishing she would touch me. She noted my size and called me her “bratwurst boy”, winking at me. And after she was finished as I lay in the tub she gave me a really nice kiss and it gave me an erection which made her laugh, “du stander - Es steht auf”.

“What? What does that mean, please?” “Uhm, hart auf? What you say, Hard On? It stands up?” I laughed, and excited, read off a litany of slang for her. Then, shy, I apologized for that.

The next couple of days I had to assume the time by the sun hoping I would be sitting on my bed when she came. I assumed she would return and she did. It was the same routine but routinely she seemed to make it her duty to make me aroused, certainly did, and in fact she worked at giving me an orgasm. My penis was really, utterly in love with her. And she dealt with all that in stride like it was expected as part of the service.

It was really hard but I tried not to impose myself on her otherwise. I didn’t want to be aggressive possibly chasing her away. But she noted how I was able to repeat ejaculate without needing a break. She thought that was funny. “Kein Halten, So viel Gänsehaut!”