On my eighteenth birthday my country called me up for national service. I could have gotten out of it but my home life wasn't good so I would go willingly. It was then I met Chris in a pub. Now I was 18 I could go into a pub; it would be another six months before I would go into the army. Chris chatted me up the second time I went into our local and we became friends. She was several years older than me but the years had been good to her and we were thought of as a couple, or as we say these days "an Item."
Why she latched onto me I'll never know, I'm not good looking, not very well built and could not get a job in the porn industry. She knew I was about to be enlisted into the army. We spent a lot of time together; her husband was a hard working general labourer and handyman who preferred to spend his time sitting at home.
Chris was a real beauty almost statuesque; she was a little shorter than me with long blonde hair, blue eyes set in a beautiful face and the most fantastic smile. It was the smile that captivated me, as we aged that smile remained until her death many years later. Her body looked good. as far as I could tell, The 1 950's were not known for skimpy or provocative clothing so bodies were well covered and only the imagination could suggest what treasures those clothes held,
Her tits looked smallish, but her body was well built and her legs, what could be seen, seemed good and shapely. She was the woman every man in the village lusted after, but the women hated.
In any event time passed and I went into the army in June. After six months training, I was sent to Cyprus. The Cypriots were fighting for independence and causing a bit of trouble against British rule. As a squaddie I had no political take on the subject, but I felt they had the right to be free. After all, hadn't my country fought a bloody war against Nazi Germany?
I quickly got used to army life. I managed to get into a specialist platoon and spent two years and one hundred and sixty-eight days in a camp near Nicosia. I had very little education, but I was fairly intelligent and certainly too clever for the NCO'S and officers. I acquired a clipboard which I took it everywhere in camp.
I tried to avoid officers but saluted them if I couldn't and I moved quickly if an NCO ever came across me. I enjoyed the army apart for my first few months when I would do a twenty four hour guard duty followed by a twelve hour one for weeks on end until I got transferred to the specialist platoon.
Like most soldiers I had few ambitions, only three in fact. The first was to drink with the locals which the army disapproved, the second was to chat up the local girls which did not go down well with their parents and thirdly to sleep.
It was while on patrol in Nicosia that I had my first sexual experience. In those days we patrolled in fours, each armed with a Lee Enfield 303 rifle. We came across a lady of the streets and negotiated a price with her husband. The husband kept an eye out for the MPs while we took it in turn to fuck his wife. It was not a memorable occasion, but had we been discovered by the military police we would have remembered the consequences.
I had several enjoyable times while in the army, I refused promotion as I wanted to return to civvy street as soon as possible. I have made derogative remarks about the officers and NCOs in the army but that was only true whilst in camp. In the real world where things are dangerous, they are the best in the world, bar none!
I had a homosexual issue when I injured myself playing football, playing football was another way to skive in the army, and was sent to the NCO in charge of sport related injuries. He pulled my shorts down, I thought to massage my leg muscles I pulled, but instead he massaged my cock. I am straight so his administrations had no effect on me, and I escaped from his tent and avoided him from that day on.
