Academic journal article Military Review

"Casuals"

Academic journal article Military Review

"Casuals"

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All I wanted was a cigarette.

We weren't allowed to smoke.

He knew where to go.

We swept sidewalks together.

Raked sand together.

Talked about life together.

His window was across from mine.

I think he saw me changing once.

Maybe more than once.

He was getting dishonorably discharged.

I didn't think he was a good man.

I didn't think he was a bad one, either.

It had been two weeks since I landed in Monterey.

I only wanted a cigarette.

He knew where to go.

I bought the Southern Comfort and bottom shelf gin. He carried them with him to his room.

I didn't think anything of it.

We raked sand together.

We ate lunch together.

We watched movies together.

We sat on a makeshift bench by the ditch by the installa-

tion fence.

We drank and smoked and laughed.

I taught him Farsi and he taught me Russian.

Russian for "hello" and "goodbye."

Russian for "This is allowed."

Russian for "This is not allowed."

I think he saw me changing once.

He tried to kiss me on the cheek.

I told him no, my boyfriend wouldn't like that very much.

We smoked some more.

We drank some more.

We laughed some more.

It was 2130.

I had to be in my room by 2200.

He said not to worry, I'd be back in time.

I insisted and tried to leave.

I fell to the ground.

He didn't help me up.

I only wanted a cigarette.

He kissed me on the mouth.

I did not kiss him back.

I was immobile.

Paralyzed.

Drugged?

He kissed me again.

And again.

And again.

I did not kiss him back.

I had a boyfriend.

All I wanted was to smoke and drink and laugh. …

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