I was a young buck in Special Forces. I was fairly tall, blond hair, hazel eyes, nice face, and an easy smile. I had completed the Special Forces Qualification Course as an 05B1S, a Special Forces Communications Sergeant, but I was still a Specialist Four in rank.
I joined the Green Beret Parachute Club for entertainment, to learn skydiving. While you didn't need to be in Special Forces to belong, most students and members had some sort of an affiliation. While I was there attending class, one of my fellow students was a young, busty brunette named Kim. We got along well and had a few skydives between us. We casually dated and were about to take it to the next level. Kim invited me to meet her father. Of course I said yes.
The next evening, I was introduced to her father, a two star General in Command of the US Army Special Warfare Center and School. We had a nice chat. I now know he was trying to send me away when he asked what school I wanted. Bribery gets you anywhere when you're young and excited to attend another school. I thought quickly and answered that I wanted to cross-train and be a Special Forces Medic. He grinned and said, "Done". That was one of the schools under his purview. It was also one of the longest schools in the Army. All I had to do was go through the Advanced Individual Training (AIT) school to become a medic. Back then it was coded 91B, today it is coded 68W. Then I had to attend the much longer Special Forces Medical School, the gold standard for enlisted Special Operations medical personnel. When I was finished I was told I was qualified to be a doctor in 27 countries. I think that's horse ca-ca, but there's not much I haven't done when medically necessary.
Magically, I had orders in my hands the next day. I never saw or spoke with Kim again. I believe that was her father's intent.
A few days before my AIT began, I drove my land yacht, a 1968 Buick Le Sabre to Ft. Sam Houston in San Antonio, TX.
On the way, I was exhausted and got a room in Austin, TX. I asked the guy at the desk where I could grab a drink, he pointed across the street. I thanked him, put my stuff in my room, quickly showered, dressed in clean clothes, and headed out for that drink.
I walked in and took a seat at the bar and asked for whatever they had on tap. Then I looked around. It was quiet and it was all women. I sat there quietly drinking my beer when two women walked up and started a conversation. It was nice but it felt... different. Then they clued me in. It was a lesbian bar. I had no idea. After speaking with me for awhile, they understood I was just there for a drink and not out to get laid. They invited me to join them and we had an enjoyable hour or two. I left to waved hands and a few hugs when sleep began taking over. I left for San Antonio the next day.
I arrived on a Wednesday, and inprocessed the school company, handing in my orders and signing a form or three. I was assigned a bunk, told that I would be the Class Sergeant, and to stow my gear. I did, and familiarized myself with where the showers were, the mess hall, and so on. I was instantly bored crazy, but I had a car, so I made a few friends, and drove us around. We found our classrooms, a few snack halls, the pool, the movie theater, and came home to crash in our bunks.
I stood out for two reasons. I was a fairly good looking blond, slightly older soldier with a few badges on my uniform, and I was wearing a green beret with a Fifth Special Forces Group flash and insignia.
I thought I was going to go insane with boredom, when in walked the Company Executive Officer, or XO. She was blonde, about 5'5", had a brilliant smile, and filled out her uniform quite nicely, but I couldn't judge her boobs. Her face was at least a 9.5, she was clearly way out of my league.
I had heard there was a certain Lieutenant who was an "easy lay for a Green Beret", but I thought there was no way this officer, this Goddess among mortal men, would ever possibly consider me, she was that stunning. But I sucked up my apprehensions and gently approached her. I asked her if she could help familiarize me with the area. She just looked at me with smiling eyes and said "Sure, how about tomorrow evening?"
I was simply gobsmacked, got her address, and began mental preparations for my dream date.