1. Don't Drop Anchor Here (Part IV)


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Louisiana. He would attend Advanced Infantry Training (“AIT”) at a place called “Tiger Ridge”. A movie called “Tigerland” would later be made by Hollywood in the way they like to glamorize all such experiences. Rob would have been able to tell you, had he returned, that real life was not at all like a Hollywood movie. In 1970 the anti-war sentiment was running so high that the US Army command at Fort Polk cancelled the Armed Forces Day celebration that year. By that time drill sergeants could tell you that soldiers went AWOL rather than complete basic. “Trainees” also had difficulty coming in and out of Leesville on the Greyhound. Allegations have been raised that trainees were spit upon? Other vets have disputed that fact. Rob would die in ’72 so we can’t ask him to verify it one way or another. At Tiger Ridge the US Army had built the replica of a Vietnamese village. The idea was to expose troops to real battle conditions. Signs were put up that read “Fight-Win” and “Bong the Cong”. Each Friday at Fort Polk 2000 trainees would graduate from AIT. The climate in Louisiana was so hot, humid and oppressive the trainees would chant, “Rat shit, cat shit, bucket full of bat shit. Chicken pluckin’ mother fuckin, A-2-1”, as a bonding rite every time they got to sit down and take a rest. Basic was not easy in 1970 when Rob had to do it. To get into the chow hall, the soldiers had to go back and forth across a set of handlebars. And walking was not allowed in the company area – ...
    soldiers had to run. On marches, if somebody fell out, the troops would have to carry him and his equipment. The barracks in Tigerland had to be spotless when the platoon left for training missions. At Fort Polk, Rob would learn how to use a floor buffer like a professional. None of the trainees loved Fort Polk—the GI’s in Rob’s company would come to affectionately refer to it as “Fort Puke Lousyanna”. All of this lay in the future. In the middle of that first night together Rob woke up. He was not used to sleeping with a woman beside him. He was not used to sleeping naked. Maybe Ronnie had moved? He awoke with a raging hard-on. He gazed at Ronnie in the half-light and thought she looked so beautiful. A strand of hair was stuck to her cheek. Ronnie perhaps felt him move. In a sleepy voice she murmured. The slumbering naked wife asked why he was up. Soon they were kissing again. Rob couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help it. They were languid and it all felt like slow motion. Rob climbed on top of her warm body. They pulled the covers tightly about their necks making the sheets into their own cocoon of love. This time there was no urgency. It was slow and unhurried. They were both half-asleep and yet the connection felt so perfect. Ronnie simply spread her legs and let young Rob take her. To have her body made love to not once, but twice in a few hours made her feel so special. Neither one had a huge orgasm, but for each they felt comforted. The connection they had felt earlier was ...
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