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At graduation, we marched through a classical Victorian-era
parade. My parents couldn't make it, unfortunately. Some people
had family there, most not, so I didn't feel too left out. I cleared the
field and fell back into route march with the rest of the platoon and
felt much lighter. That part was over. I wasn't thinking as to the
weeks ahead, just to the present sense of relief.

Some troops were shipping to other bases or a few remote
specialty schools. Some were going home to reserve units. I
would be staying here with most of the rest, and prepped my gear
to sign out and move across base for further training.

While waiting for a shuttle bus, I was joined by another
graduate—Deni, looking exceptionally good in a perfectly tailored
uniform. She was as cheerful as I was, and we decided to walk so
as to be able to talk longer. That meant shouldering our rucks and
our duffels, grabbing civilian luggage in the left hand so as to be
able to salute officers, and trudging several kilometers. Yes, we
were gung ho and stupid. Weren't you at that age?

"So what are you training for?" I asked as we left the barracks area.
I felt good. I was a soldier, I kicked ass, and I was about to
become better.

"You won't believe me," she said.

"Try me."

"Mobile Assault . . . then Blazer . . . then Black Ops if I can," she
said.

Holy shit. "Me too!" I said, surprised and thrilled. "Skiffy!"

"I don't think we can choose our buddies," she said. Then she
gave me a sidelong glance that was far too sophisticated and sexy
for her age. "But we'll have breaks and leave time."

That was a hint. I knew a hint when belted with one. "We don't have
to stay on base the next three days," I suggested, fluttering inside
and with a rushing water sound in my head. "We can go into town."
I needed sex in the worst way, and she seemed to feel likewise.

"Good idea," she said.

We were both desperate for contact after eight ten-day weeks of
stress and no socializing. I had more sex in the three days that
followed than I'd had in my life. That wasn't saying too much, as I'd