headingtowards my new unit, was a dark and very cold morning. This was
in September, and it was freezing. To me September weather is suppose to
be chillym not cold. But look where I was at, Germany. Thought it would
be a ride to my unit on one of those nice tour buses that I was seeing a
lot of lately, nope. My transport was a 2 and a half ton Army truck.
Picture riding in a car that's a convertible, with the top down, on the
Long Island Expressway, no traffice at 3am in the morning, 90 miles an
hour. Frooze my ass off.
After 2 hours of this I was an ice cube. I was wearing my dress uniform.
Was VERY glad when I made to where I was suppose to be. The unit had 5
big buildings. 4 were for housing, and the other one was the messhall.
Being that it was dark outside, I couldn't see what else there was,
would have to wait until the sun came out. Jumped off the truck in front
of Bravo Battery 2 81. Went inside, and handed my orders to the CQ, The
Charge of Quarters. At that moment, shit started to gey REALLY
interesting.
This was suppose to be a new post. The place was a mess. Smelled last
plaster, and plaster dust was everywhere. The CQ looked at my orders,
and said,'we have a newbie'. I was being housed on the 3rd floor. He
grabbed a big as set of keys, and we both walked upstairs. I had 3 bags
with me, and do you think this bastard helped me ? We got to my room
number, and he did the following. He knocked once, scratched, shook the
handle twice, and knocked again. I could hear people inside, but no one
came to the door. He did this about 3 more times, and then told me to
wait until some one came out, and he left. I stood, and sat there for 3
hours and finally some one came out, so I walked in.
I was stopped from entering, ask where was I going. I told them I lived
in that room. This guy looked at me, well, he looked 'through' me, and
said well come in. Candles burning, about 10 people sitting around on
the floor. I found my bed over in the corner, and couldn't see much
else. This one guy came up and told ne to stick my hands out, and hold
them there, I did. He said good, you're gonna make a dollar a shot. The
shot was shooting people up with dope in their arms. Thsy needed some
one with a steady hand. This shit freaked me out REALLY fast !! After
about 30 people and 40 dollars later, I had enough., I told some one
that I was leaving. Then came a knock on the door.
Everything from here on happened pretty damn fast. Some one ask, who was
it, and I heard, SDO. The most terrifying words one can hear when you're
doing something illegaly. It like. 'Open up, Police'. This time SDO,
Staff Duty Officer. He or she is the officer on duty that's in charge
after 5pm, the head mutha fucker in charge. They are either 2nd LT's or
1st LT's. The candles were blown out, I heard a locker being opened, and
stuff beimg thrown on the floor. The door opened, and I saw an Officer,
2nd LT, he was grabbed into the room. Thrown into a locker. I saw the
locker being lifted and placed in the window. All this time, I'm almost,
damn near was shitting on myself. Outside the window, mind you we were
on the third floor, which was really 4 stories high because my room was
facing out back of the building. The locker slid down the slated tile
roof, and was caught up on a small, small little fence type shit, which
I knew wasn't going to hold the locker with the LT inside. 15 seconds
later, I didn't see the locker. 2 seconds later I heard a loud bang.
Turned around and the room was empty.
Easy to find out where the locker came from, each room had the same
amount of lockers per beds. My room, was missing a locker. Her I was a
yound soldier, and I just witness a murder, cause that what's they
called it. Shit from here on happened really fast. Short version. MP's,
handcuffs, interviews, written statements and oh yeah, threats of death.
Shit came to a close though with me identifying those who were in the
room in a Battalion formation, with a hood over my face. Hell you knew
who I was, I weighed 132 pounds soaking wet, just arrive, no patches on
a brand new green uniform, fatigues. But the powers that be was trying
to protect me. They found out who the parties that were involved were
too. No help from me thank God.
So that was my first day a 2 81, from here on out shit would get VERY
FUCKIN' INTERESTING
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