Sorry that this second installment took me so long to complete, but I had several things going on in my life lately with a new job and a move to a different State..... Hope you enjoy Chapter 2.
I am Writing this story as a mini-series. There is quite a bit to tell of the year that I was in Korea.
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CHAPTER 2 - In which I arrive at my new home and meat some of the people in the town.
I slept through a lot of the orientation that took place on my third day in Korea; after all, I hadn't slept much and I had consumed several of those drinks that Bob called Korean Kool-Aid. One of the things that I did wake up for was the slide show of venereal diseases. Somehow I knew that they were probably trying to scare us G.I.s, but it still made me cringe. I glanced at my crotch when a particularly nasty looking slide was presented and had to shudder. I wished that I had known this before the last two nights.
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I was sitting in front of the barracks with my duffle bag on the evening of the third day. The orientation was over and I was waiting for my ride to my new duty station. I had orders for Pusan Korea, which is a nice resort area on the coast in the south of South Korea. I had heard good things about that place from a couple people who had been there.
As luck would have it, my orders were changed while I was in processing in Seoul. I was not going to Pusan after all, but had been assigned to a communication site just 25 miles from Seoul. After the excitement of going to a real 'resort' area was crushed, I waited for my ride to the new site in a bad mood. I was dreading being in a small village after hearing about the area that I almost went to.
It wasn't long before a pickup truck stopped at the barracks.
"Are you Crawford?" The driver asked.
I nodded 'yes' as I stood and grabbed my duffle bag.
The driver introduced himself as Sam as I climbed in the seat.
The ride consisted of the usual small talk. Sam is from Alabama. Sam has been here for four months, shares the radio site with another person who is leaving Korea in three weeks. Blaa.. Blaa. I wasn't in a talkative mood, so I listened.
45 minutes later we were in a small town, or village, to the south west of Seoul. We presented IDs at the front gate of an army base and drove to the back gate. Out the back gate and we followed the road up a hill to a fenced building. The Korean gate guard opened the gate and we parked next to a cinderblock building. I was walking inside of my new home a few minutes later.
A building that housed rather large radios; one main and another for a backup. We were tasked with providing communications from the compound at the bottom of the hill to their headquarters in Seoul. We lived on the radio site because we had to ensure that we had 24 hour a day support. If the radio quit working, we were to make sure it was repaired to keep from interrupting the communication.
I walked inside and Sam pointed to an empty bunk where I placed my duffle bag. There was a line of wall lockers forming a wall between the radios and the living area. At the back of the room was one doorway leading outside and another leading to a restroom and a large 4 head shower. I soon learned how lucky we were to have such a shower. I learned later that a hot shower had the same effect on these Koreans as a Porsche and a stack of money. That shower became the setting for some group sex-but that is later.
Along one wall was a long table that held a large 4 burner hot plate. A dining table and three chairs, a sofa and three living room chairs completed the furnishings.
After my 2 minute tour of the place I sat at the dining table and lit a cigarette. I stared at the pinup that was spread on the table. The Pet was staring at me and smiling. She had her legs spread and two fingers were buried in her wet pussy. The centerfold was covered with Plexiglas to protect it from the food that was eaten there.
We were getting extra pay since we did not live in the barracks. I learned that extra pay meant that we could visit the grocery store, or commissary in military lingo. That also meant that we could purchase things that could be sold on the black market for extra money. That would be handy during my stay here. I had learned to like the black market during my stay here. But that experience comes later.
After the last couple nights, I was hoping to catch up on some sleep. Sam had other ideas. He brought two beers to the table and sat across from me.
"I'm taking you to the village tonight." He announced.
I popped the top of the beer and took a big drink. "OK." I said and proceeded to gulp the beer that he had given me.
"I'll let you meet Jennie."
