So I don’t know how to express this; not entirely that is. Every little girl is warned to be weary and alert when dealing with men, the risks of their advances, more so when they are alone and haven’t felt the touch of a woman, we are all aware of the horror stories. But sometimes it’s not a horror story or at least not initially…..
Fort Campbell Kentucky “101st Screaming Eagles” my unit had been partaking in a typical field operation in support of the 502 infantry, a common occurrence. Three weeks in the field, in support of the 502nd company evaluations. I was tasked with helping the S Shops; S1 S2 and S3.
Within my detachment there were approximately 14 soldiers myself being one the only three females. The majority of my leadership we’re all male, all but our S2 2nd Lieutenant, the other female was an S1 private, myself a specialist. We mainly just monitored radios and updated battle trackers.
The heat was in the upper 90 degrees with the humidity around 24%, we’d just finished jumping our TOC for the fourth time that field operation. We’d had no blouse tops on and between our sweat and the humidity our tan teeshirts clung on every inch of our bodies.
I’d seen SSG O’Brian lifting the tent as we’d crawl under applying the flooring, his forearms were bigger than most of my body. I admit he looked amazing and a part of me was attracted to him but he clearly wouldn’t pay me the piece of mind. I had turned to look at him only to see him eyeing up our 2nd Lieutenant.
2Lt Bailey was about 6’1 maybe weighing 165lbs with full C cup breasts, long legs, and light auburn hair that fell just below her breasts. There is no denying that many of our male soldiers had fantasied about her, maybe some female soldiers in our battalion too.
Anyway I looked at him and could feel the urges growing, I’d not been with my husband for over a week, and prior to that was the wrong time of the month meaning it’d been almost three weeks with no action. Say what you will about men but women have needs too.
“God let’s hurry this up” I thought to myself as the guys finished hammering in the steaks to the ground. I turner my wrist looking at my watch almost 2000 (8 pm) and we’d still not even set up a sleeping area. I watched as the final steak was planted and the S3 began shuttling in tables, chairs, and dry erase boards.
Twenty more minutes of standing around while only cosmetic changes were made, spin this to the right, push that forward six more feet. I’d often glance over to O’Brian and just admire his chest and arms.
“Ok everyone else” the SFC called out “tonight there will be no fire guards but wake up is at 0530” we all cheered is silence, it meant we’d get a full nights rest. “However the other personnel tent was taken by the OICs onto the target, so everyone will be making A-Frame hooches until tomorrow night when the live fire is complete.”
I smiled as I look down at my phone and it’s 87% battery. I can text the hubby and maybe read or watch something to get me through the night. I quickly rush over to my rucksack and remove my poncho and some 550 cord and found a secluded cluster of trees away from the main pathway.
A few trees nestled together amongst a fallen log gave me a nice shielding from the TOC. Aligning my gear along the entrance, my cot in the center, and anchoring the last corner to the grass gave me a nice space to call my own. All be it little.
I’d waited for everyone else to finish making their bed areas then pretended to go get water from the buffalo to see who was staying awake. Almost no one was up, the heat had drained everyone. I scurried back to my cot. First I text my husband however after 8 minutes of him not responding and the time now closer to 2130 I assumed he’d already fallen asleep.
I stripped out of my daily clothing, pulled out a few baby wipes a wash cloth and body soap and cleaned up then tucked into my sleeping bag.
Please go on.