I remember 2001 like it was yesterday; the towers were destroyed and I was told the Army was shipping me to Korea. I arrived in Korea in December and the weather was as cold as could be expected.
Having never been away from my family, this was a very strange place to be. We were all told to get on a bus and they would take us to our camps, where we would be stationed for a year. The first two months in Korea were lonely but normal. Then one day I was told that I would have a roommate coming to live with me in a day or two. I was not to happy with the idea of having a roommate, my freedom of talking to the wife and jacking off were soon to be a thing of the past.
A few days went by and he finally arrived to Camp Stanley. He introduced himself as Specialist Lawrence Johnson; a young 19-year-old six-foot baby faced black man from Florida. The weekend was a normal one; I hung out with all my friends from the unit and drank beer all day and night. Monday morning arrived and we went on a rigorous 4-mile run through the shit-infested city of Uigonbou, little did I know that my life would change forever this day. After the run we all ran up stairs to take a shower.