Meeting Women In the Old Army. Adult. (standard:travel stories, 2849 words)
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An old natural law, in that whenever there is a demand for a product or service, there WILL be a supply.

While in Vietnam, in the sixties, we soldiers -- being young and brash
-- would find any excuse to get out of camp to meet ladies of the night 
-- not necessarily in the night. And of course, youth being youth, 
those same ladies made every attempt to receive us. This applied in 
even the most difficult or dangerous circumstance. Once met, favors 
would be exchanged and everyone leave in a satisfied mood. The 
following are true tales from this writer's own experience. 

Now, keep in mind that areas around our bases in the Nam belonged to us
during daylight hours and, after dark, to the enemy. 

My first forage into the unknown was at a base outside the town of Qui
Nhon. I had only been in the country for a week or so and was getting 
the urge. My small supply base was enclosed by razor wire with machine 
gun and rifle emplacements spotted around the perimeter. 

About twenty yards outside a back fence stood a large wooden shack, a
house of ill repute. As the sun shown, it being in range of machine 
guns on base, it was very busy.  After dark it quieted down because of 
the danger. I, being cheap, chose to patronize the establishment after 
dark, when most of the others had the common sense to stay on post.  
After all, there were some very bad guys out there, especially at 
night. Attacks on our base weren't unusual. 

In any case, there was a hole in the fence across from the house. Our
troops didn't like the longer trip from the front gate to that 
location.  Every time the hole was patched, someone would find a pair 
of bolt cutters and make a new one.  Also not one, but two, machine gun 
nests sat near the hole. The reason for such a lengthy description is 
that I have two tales to tell of that house that was not a home. 

On my first nightly visit I waved at the guards, a smile on my face, as
I slid out of the encampment. 

Due to my late arrival, and a large number of unoccupied ladies at that
hour, I was well received, the girls eager to break out their gaming 
equipment. All went well until somewhere around three in the morning. 

I was resting with one of the girls after a particularly strenuous game
of hide and seek, when I heard load knocking on a door at the other end 
of the shack. Fear shot through me. We had been drinking and I had no 
idea of where my rifle had gotten to during the revelry. 

As quietly as possible, I listened to my own rapid heartbeat as the
knocking proceeded, closer and closer, coming down a row of about a 
dozen doors. I had a very strong urge to empty my bowels, and would 
have given a month's pay to do it in the outside shitter at my base. 

I reached down in pitch blackness, feeling for anything that would do as
a weapon -- anything at all. I shook my companion. All she did was 
mutter, too drunk to respond. All I could find was a flimsy broom, less 
than two feet long. Maybe I could poke out an eye? was my thought. 

I crept over to the door, broom bravely waving -- or should I say in my
bravely shaking hand. 

"Bang," "thud," "crunch," and other noises reached my ears, along with
unintelligible curses. 

Finally, I heard a clear voice saying, "Mamasan. Mamasan, let me in," in
English. I relaxed. It was another American, looking to join us in 
play. 

Another time, much later but at the same base, I had duty as sergeant of
the guard. Part of my job was to inspect the guards and place them at 
their positions. After that, the corporal of the guard and myself took 
turns sleeping and checking on the privates, who were required to sit 
out in the rain and mud, watching for trouble. One of the guards was 
new, only being at our site a day or so. 

The rumor, very possibly true in that war, was that a Vietcong owned
that house.  It was a fact that those two machine gun nests were 
considered our safest guard posts, never having any problems. About 
once a month, attempts were made to breach our defenses, but never near 
that house. 


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