![]() We went inside, and I noticed that it was warm in there. Given the way the CUC-V leaned when we took the corner, it didn't surprise me.įinally, we pulled up to a three story white building. We passed a corner that warned that in the last year, twenty-two troops had been killed by taking the corner too fast. We were driving for a good twenty-five minutes, left post, and were on the range roads. Hell, last week the engineer company lost two guys nobody knows where they went, but since no vehicles are missing and they left their cold weather gear behind, we figure they are dead. If it's winter, it's chalked up to cabin fever. You can literally murder someone out here, and maybe, just maybe, Stuttgart will give a shit enough to send someone to investigate if it's an officer. DoD couldn't give a shit less what we do out here. "Why? Nobody gives a shit about us or this place. "Don't they keep accountability?" I asked, throwing the second duffle bag full of gear into the back of the CUC-V. He didn't make me sign anything-didn't even have a list he just handed me all this shit, and waved us out the door. Here, let's grab your TA-50 so you have your cold weather gear I don't want you to freeze to death in the middle of the night." I nodded, followed him in, and we rousted a German guy reading a porn mag to give me my equipment. For example, our barracks were built in the 1930s and refurbished last month. "Most of the buildings were built by the Nazis in World War II. "It gets cold her about August, there's usually snow on the ground by late September, and it stays till about March or April, from what I've heard from guys who have been here," he told me. I silently followed him outside and into a Chevy Blazer, which he fired up, and we pulled out in the streets. E-4, but he looked about nine thousand years old. "Let's go, kid." I caught his rank when he grabbed his cold weather cap off the table. You think that's fucked up, wait till you see our barracks." He finished off the beer, snagged a couple of my last nachos, then stood up and buttoned his parka. The other two hundred are supposed to be along in the next few months. "Eighteen? As in ten plus eight?" The thought boggled my mind. "Counting you and me, the unit total now sits at eighteen people," he grunted. Everyone else going to Germany had orders for 21st Replacement, I had orders for here," I told him. "Who'd you piss off to end up here?" he asked me. He sat down across from me, cracked open the beer, took a long pull off of it and then belched. "You Monkey?" he asked, moving over to the radiator and standing over it. He looked shit-ass miserable, wearing Mickey-Mouse boots, a fucking parka, and cold weather trousers. So I was sitting there eating nachos and drinking soda when the guy showed up. Not to say I wasn't going to join anyway, it's just I ended up in the custody of the US Army a bit earlier than planned. No biggee, I joined up to avoid a nightly ass-pounding in jail. She commented on my wedding ring, telling me that post housing is at a premium, and the nearest town is a little over four miles from post. She told them I'll be in the cantina in the building, and then showed me where it was. It took a while of wandering around, but I found a woman, who offered to call my unit and have them send someone down to get me. I had on my nice, shiny E-2 rank, awarded for excellence during training at AIT, and was all giddy and proud of myself. Inside the building wasn't much warmer, but at least Class-As were warm. That would explain why all the snow was on the ground but the branches of the trees were bare. While I was walking, there was another set of explosions. Sighing, I grabbed my duffle out of the snow and headed through the carved snow channel to the building. I looked around, but no sign of where it came from. It looked vaguely familiar, and there was a path carved through the snow, which went from three feet where I was standing, to over my head.īOOM BOOM BOOM! Three rapid-fire explosions shook the trees and caused flakes of snow to drift down from their nearly-bare branches. The building I was looking at was old, white, and covered with snow. I was the only one on the bus, and the driver had laughed viciously when he slammed the door to the bus and roared off in a cloud of diesel fumes. I stepped off the bus into three fucking feet of snow.
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