I replied as I shook his hand. He held the lobby door open for me so I could enter, and he also ran and pressed the elevator button. He was a skinny ...lack boy, he looked really young, with really short curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He was pretty skinny as well, but he was kind of cute, I guess. As the elevator door opened, he allowed me to enter first. I gave him a quick smile and went in. He pressed the 7th floor button and the elevator closed and took off. In the elevator, it was. A layer of clay spread over the interior walls kept the water from seeping in, and the roof wasn’t leaking – yet. A thick, milky piece of oddly-shaped glass, probably scavenged from somewhere and built directly into the house during construction, provided the only natural light. Some type of small lamp did flicker in the corner farthest from the door, though. Two women had hiked up Cammie’s skirt, removed her shoes, and unbuttoned her dress, tending to her bruises from the hail and her swollen. After dinner we decided to go dancing, but most people of the company wanted to go home, so we remained only three - she, the other girl I knew and myself. We went to her favorite night club, but it was full and the doorman didn't let us in. It was cold and I took my chance to hug her, but she pushed me away in two seconds. We had some drinks already. Then I led the way straight into a bar nearby, hearing the good ald rock and roll they played there. The bar was full. But the most customers. 00 bill in my walletI’m not sure, it might have been my shell-shocked look, or him watching the court docket, but the recruiter didn’t have a lot of trouble convincing me that the Army is where I needed to be. After signing the paperwork, I had a motel voucher for the night and a plane ticket to basic training.Basic and advanced training was rough, but I got through it. My first duty station was Korea. This had sounded pretty good at the time. Between the bonuses I got for going Infantry, I was.