An eerie silence hung heavy over the water-logged, congested camp as the sun slowly rose on Friday, November 26, a day that I would never forget. As the sun slowly rose through the chilly, damp Louisiana air, you could literally feel the anxiety in the camp. Counting down our final days in soggy Louisiana, we were rain-soaked, bored to death and anxious as church whores. Just before noon, I re-packed my tightly-packed duffel bags one last time. The minutes seemed like hours and the final hours like days as I waited a patiently as I could for the 1500 departure. Before leaving the crowded barracks one last time, I sat on my cot and prayed.

After five long month of training, the 116th Brigade was finally ready to leave the United States for a one year military deployment. After all these months of training, “bag-dragging” from camp to camp, whirlwind trips to Iowa and Arizona, and a world of uncertainty regarding my future, I was anxious to get this show on the road and get the “clock ticking”.

I will never forget the sight of that gigantic jumbo jet standing all alone as we approached it. Walking across the concrete toward the 50-foot high loading ramp in a long single file, it almost seemed like an old recurring dream… we had waited so long for this day.

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Bushwhacked by the devil in front of a military computer shortly after completion of another “drill” weekend at Fort Harrison, Montana, I found myself entirely alone in the administrative office of the Troop Medical Clinic with nothing more than a blinking cursor for company. My twenty-some year ordeal with involuntary celibacy and sexual anorexia abruptly ended on the afternoon of Sunday, May 4, 2001. Not long before reaching this “fork in the road” of my life, I had finally given up all hope of ever finding a suitable marriage partner or even female companionship for that matter. You might rightfully state that by this time, my need for companionship and intimacy was already one step beyond the point of desperation.

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One Friday evening in early January 2007, she and I found ourselves all alone right after I had returned from work. After fixing martinis for the two of us, she sat down right next to me on the picnic table on the front porch, and we engaged in some lively conversation. On his way out of his office, Geoff, our friendly landlord, admonished Kelly, “Kelly, don’t be too hard on him tonight, okay?” As I was feeling especially good that evening and really didn’t know what to expect by her friendly advances, I decided to go with the flow to see what might happen.

Other than her wandering glass eye and being a few pounds overweight, this sexy, fun-loving seductress most likely had my name on her “list” for quite some time. Sporting a pair of natural 38DD boobs under a skin-tight T-shirt and a tight pair of shorts, she and I could have started quite a fire that tropical Kona evening.