Then, without a moment's hesitation, she took off her PT shirt, revealing her perky breasts. I immediately turned away to give her privacy as my erection slowly grew.
Down boy
, I said to myself.
Through my peripheral vision, I watched her quickly put her tan Army undershirt back on and begin to get back into her uniform.
I slowly began to dress myself. We then took turns with one of us staying in the tent while the other used the nearby latrine to go to the bathroom and wash up.
When we were both done getting ready, we walked over to the small flight line and checked in for our helicopter flight. While we waited, we each snacked on the remainder of our MREs from the prior night. Before long, the silhouettes of two Blackhawk helicopters emerged on the northern horizon. As the helicopters got closer, the sound of the rotors grew louder. As they both landed, they kicked up a ton of dust and the lieutenant and I turned away.
Once the helicopters had set down, a few soldiers got off and the crew chief ushered the Lieutenant and I onboard. Within few minutes, the helicopters lifted off and flew south. As we flew over the landscape of South-Central Iraq, I focused on the terrain below, which resembled Vietnam more than the dessert at times. I could tell the Lieutenant was equally intrigued by the terrain as well. Before long the rhythmic vibration of the helicopter put me to sleep.
I was abruptly awoken about twenty minutes later but a light jab to my arm. As I opened my eyes, the Lieutenant was pushing me to get up and get off the helicopter which had evidently arrived at CSC Scania. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and climbed off the helicopter. The Lieutenant followed suit. I quickly remembered that the helipad at CSC Scania was actually outside the base perimeter and I pulled the Lieutenant as we lightly jogged past the perimeter guards into the base.
Once inside the base, we made our way to the mayor's cell. As we walked, we could see a few soldiers milling about cleaning up and loading equipment onto trucks as they slowly de-commissioned the base. After arriving at the Mayor's cell, we walked inside and came upon a master sergeant seated at a wooden desk working on his computer. I let the Lieutenant do the talking.
"Good morning, sergeant," she said.
The sergeant looked up from his computer and took in the lieutenant. He then looked at me.
"How can I help you, ma'am," he asked.
The lieutenant then explained that we were there to catalogue and mark the computers being routed to Afghanistan. The master sergeant nodded and led us to a large connex container on the far side of the base. There was no lock on the container and he simply pulled the door open. Inside were piles of laptops covered in dust. They looked like they had been there for some time.
"Have at it," the master sergeant said as he turned and walked away.
The lieutenant turned to me and made an expression as if to say
what the fuck?
We both put our ruck sacks down and prepared to work. After a half hour of working inside the connex, we were both drenched in sweat. I found a nearby water point and grabbed a few bottles of water for us. By now the sun was fully up and the although it was stifling, the connex offered some protection from the glaring sun. For a few moments we both sat there in silence drinking water trapped in our own thoughts.
