I recognise now that I always had a thing about authority and deference to those who I saw as being my 'betters'. I didn't know it at the time but I guess it was the attitude that I was raised on and my folks had always taught me to be respectful and be mindful of my place. My Daddy, a wise and thoughtful man, was always very clear; he said it was a 'duty' to do as you were told by your superiors, like it or not, and that's the way things should be.
So, it never occurred to me to be anything different and I'm thinking that is where my submissive nature stems from. Nowhere was that more true when growing up through my teen years and starting to take more interest in girls that due to my respect for others I hardly ever made it past second base before the girl I had met would blow me away (not in a good way!) in favour of someone more dominant leaving me to my fantasies and the attentions of my right hand. All the way through High School I used to get into fights with black kids and a lot of the time the fights would stem from the fact that they seemed to have more success with girls, white girls, than I did which filled me with a sense of resentment toward them.
That's not to say that I never had a mind of my own, no Sir, I like to think I have always had my own ways of dealing with things and 'at the end of the day', my life, despite a few obstacles along the way, has turned out pretty good.
We lived in the city of Detroit and my parents kept a tight rein on me but both had health issues and, sadly, passed within a short period and I was forced into moving out of our rented apartment. I remembered that my Dad used to say, "Kevin, see any problem? Take it as an opportunity to do something different!"
Well, thanks Dad, but being evicted from the family home was a little more than just a problem to me but I could hear him saying the words and the fact that he was a veteran from the war and had always told great tales of his time it put my mind toward enlisting in the Army. I had no ties to the area in Michigan where we lived; I had no other relatives to bond with; I'd never made great friends with anyone from school or around my district so, in short, joining the Army would tick a lot of boxes and get me away from the unexciting and sheltered upbringing that I had bought up with.
The 6 months I spent at Fort Benning was a revelation. It was tough going and I learned a lot about myself. Even though I was above average height, that didn't protect me much when it came to being singled out by the Drill Sergeants for doing things not quite right; in fact, being a big guy seemed to encourage criticism and after a while I came to expect it. The other thing that I discovered was that I kinda enjoyed being humiliated!
My posting out of Benning was another revelation, I was assigned to an overseas unit, in Korea, which was a thrill for up until that point in my life I had never been out of State let alone the country. I didn't have any great expectations of being in a foreign country, especially one that was so culturally different from home but it was kinda cool! What wasn't so good was the unit I was assigned to which had the meanest Platoon Sergeant who seemed to delight in making everyone under his command feel like shit.
He was an older black guy and it was the first time I experienced 'reverse-racism' for he really didn't like white guys and he was especially mean to anyone in the platoon who didn't share his skin colour. I don't know if it was my height that singled me out for special attention but, for sure, he didn't give me any peace and was always finding something to criticize and an excuse for me to pull extra duties. It became it a bit of a joke in the company that I, the new guy, seemed to have found a special friend in the Sergeant because I seemed to be spending so much of my so-called off-duty time doing chores and cleaning out his office.
If it wasn't bad enough my sense of being subservient to blacks was emphasised when the local whorehouse in town which was staffed by Filipino girls charged black guys less than they did whites because 'sex with blacks was better'! That was made very clear to me when one night I visited and I watched three black soldiers gangbang a Filipino girl. I remember watching being her bent over a table or something and one of them raised up her skirt, pulled her panties down and then each of them took a turn. I will never forget hearing her soft moaning while she took it like a champ. When they were done the semen was dripping out of her pussy and down her legs and inner thighs and she stayed like that for a minute eyes closed, soft whimpering even after they had left!
Despite everything I had enjoyed my first time of being in a foreign country and that brief time in the far East although the combination of the local culture and my shyness had denied me meeting up with women (unless you were prepared to pay!) but, unfortunately, it was not to last for the tour of duty in Korea came to an early end and our unit was reassigned back to the States. There was no reason given to us lesser mortals but on the plus side, I didn't have a lot of time to get used to being back in the US as the unit was posted in the opposite direction, this time to Europe.
Germany was a complete contrast. The way of life there was more recognisable to my own way of thinking and I felt a lot more comfortable when going off-duty and off-base, visiting the local towns and doing stuff. The base was like all US units overseas, a 'little America' and us cold-war warriors, the soldiers and personnel serving there, wanted for nothing to make feel like we were at home. The structure and the facilities were all very familiar and I guess if you stayed on base you would find it hard to know you were anywhere other than being back home.
However, there was something else that turned out to be the same for when the unit was reassigned I had a brief spell of relief that the sadistic Platoon Sergeant wasn't coming with us (I think he was retiring from the Army) and a new Sergeant posted in. As with his predecessor, he was big; he was black and, in a different way, he was mean.
He soon learned that amongst all the other guys in the platoon that I was the only one to hail from his home state of Michigan, although in temperament we couldn't have been more different as he seemed to be more like a street-wise thug and although he knew I was also from Detroit, for whatever reason, he regarded me as if I was a simple country-boy from the upper peninsula and used to call me 'Yooper'!. However, he took the fact that we were both from the same state and city as being some kind of bond and I was soon being singled out for his attention. I soon learned it didn't pay to cross the guy.
