Training Holiday for My Batteries, so I had Friday off too. I didn't
have any Guard Duty for Saturday & Sunday, plus I was owed a day, so I
was off on Monday. 6 full days off, and all in a row!! Early that
morning I was at the Banhof, buying a ticket to anywhere. I was really
enjoying seeing the German Rat Race, going to and from, to work. It was
nothing compared to a daily commute in NYC, but it was close enogh. Had
me wishing I was home. One thing, I never once got homesick, strange huh
?
I was standing on the platform, not waiting for anything, just taking
pictures. This young woman was sitting crossed legged on the ground
reading a newspaper. She had a brown wickered basket besides, I named
her Little Miss Riding The Train Hood. My control of the German language
at the time was horrible, I was known to say the wrong things in German.
I approached her, and ask, while pointing to my camera, could I take
some pictures of her. She said yes.
This young woman came alive to my camera. Her smile wasn't fake, it was
real, and she was having fun. People on the platform stood around me
watching, thought I was a professional photographer. I did have a 35mm
SLR camera, I felt like a professional. Her train came, she kissed me on
the cheek, left her number on a peiec of paper, and was gone. 45 minutes
later I was on a train to I don't know where. I took a lot of pictures,
all the time, this woman was on my mind.
Got back Monday evening to my unit. Everyone was wondering where I had
been at, and I told them I went on a trip. See, if you stayed in the
barracks all the time, you were labeled A Barracks Rat. There is way too
much to see and do in Germany, all you have to do is get up and go. I
went to one of my friends room after I upacked and stuff and to tell him
about this woman I met at the train station. When I got to his room, he
had this guy there, his name is Bob Segar.
I didn't know it at the time, but Bob Segar is a music guy, some band or
something, I didn't know. But this Bob segar was German, and he was way
into the real Bob Segar. Oh, by the way, you're not suppose to have ANY
non US soldiers in the barracks, nobody is suppose to enter the
barracks. This guy hung around after duty hours for a couple of weeks,
going from room to room just hanging out. By this time I had got my
pictures developed, and some how he made it to my room. Walked right on
in while I was looking at my pictures. He spoke english rather welll
too.
While he was looking at the pictures he game across the young woman I
had met at the train station, he told me he knew her, and asked me did I
like her. I told him yes. He said he would get in touch with her, and
tell her. A day or two went by, and after duty hours, like clockwork he
came by. Came to my room and told me to come with him. We started
walking towrds the housing area, and then we went into the woods. In
Germany, there are paths in the woods. You could go from town to town on
these paths without hitting the main road. Germans are good for just
going out walking. I guess that why today, I like to walk where ever I
go. After 20 minutes of walking we came to a house, on a large piece of
property, he told me to wait while he rang the door bell. Some one came
to the door, and he went inside. Afetr about 5 minutes the same young
lady came running out, jumped into my arms, and dragged me into the
house. Her englis wasn't all that too great, but ahe was introducing me
to her family, mother, father, sisters and brothers. Bob Segar was
translating for me for a while, then he said he was leaving. I thought I
was too, but no, I was staying the night.
We became good friends throught out my tour in Germany. This woman was
really cute. I took her everywhere with me. My friends wanted to know
how did I meet her, and I told them. The funny thing about all of this
was that I was a virgin at the time and somehow she picked up on this. I
guess that's why I never made a move on her all I did was just kissed
her and feel up on her. My first time for sex was soon to come. Believe
me, I was shocked and amazed.
Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment