I Joined the Army right after I turned 19, spent a year in Korea near the DMZ and don’t remember ever getting the urge to dress. There wasn’t a place or time anyway.
Returned to the states in 1963 and went to Ft. Riley Kansas, where we lived in the old WWII barracks with the large open bays so there wasn’t any privacy.
About 6 months later I purchased a 57 Chevrolet and had the freedom to get off post when we were off.
One of the guys in my outfit that was a good friend was married to a beautiful young woman and they lived off base, until he found that she was cheating on him. She moved out and went back home to her parents, took their only car and everything that she could carry, but left many things behind.
He was really down so moved back on base but he still had to get the house cleaned out. Several of us with cars would give him a ride to the house in the evening, get some beer and help him get the house ready.
One afternoon he asked if I could take some junk to the dump for him because all of the trash cans were full, so we put bags of stuff in my trunk and off I went. This was back in the days when people would dump trash almost anywhere so I headed to a spot along the Kansas River south of town where I had seen piles of trash. I was talking the bags out of the trunk when I found that 2 were full of woman’s clothes so I took a quick look and put those bags back in the trunk.
Driving back to the house I got to thinking about how I was going to explain these 2 bags still in the trunk if he had more to get rid of. Some other friends had arrived while I was gone so I told him that I had some things to do and would see him later.
Back then you could go down the back roads in Kansas for miles and mile and not see anything but wheat and cornfields so I found a secluded spot, parked and went through the bags. There were three 36c bras including a black one that looked new, about nine dresses, several slips, shirts, shorts, blouses and some skirts. I got in the back and tried everything on that night, some articles were too small so they went in one bag and the things that fit went into the other. I had to find someplace to hide the clothes that I wanted to keep then remembered that the back seat would come up if you caught it from the bottom front and pulled up. Put the one bag under the seat and pushed the seat back down in place and put the second bag on the ground in a corn row and went back to the barracks floating on cloud 9. I think it’s called the pink fog now.
I of course was busy for a few nights after that and couldn’t help him but he got it done in time. There weren’t any panties in the bags so there may have been more clothes in the trashcans.
Some weekends when I wasn’t on duty, I would drive around in the country looking for places to dress. Found several old abandoned farm houses, way out in the country, that couldn’t be seen from the road and would park behind the house just in case. I was using water balloons in my bra back then and one Saturday afternoon I was dressed and walking around behind the house when I heard a Huey (UH-1 Iroquois helicopter) from Ft. Riley getting close and all of a sudden there it was. I hid behind some bushes but I think they saw me because they hovered around for maybe 15 minutes, it seemed like hours though.My car was parked under a grove of large trees with thick woods on the side that they were on so I don’t this they got a good look at it.
Months later I was promoted to Sgt. E5 and moved to the NCO barracks where I had my own room with a real single bed, dresser and a chair. Wasn’t a large room, maybe 10’ X 12’, but it offered some privacy except there was a small gap between the door and frame that came down about halfway. At night if the light was on in the room and you stood just right outside the door you could see in. I countered this by putting a nail in the top part of the frame and hanging my issued overcoat over the crack.
Since the Army can search a private vehicle on post at any time I was worried about the clothes hidden under the back seat. I then found that the backside of the back seat could be pulled forward but it had to be pushed just right to release it and there was space between the fiber board of the trunk and the springs in the backrest. I found that if I put the clothes in several bags they would fit in this space.
Most of the NCOs were married and lived off post or in military housing so there weren’t many of us living in the NCO barracks so it was pretty quiet most of the time.
Well one Saturday night I went to bed late wearing a 36c bra with water balloon boobs and a slip and all of a sudden someone is banging on my door and calling my name. Turns out it was a little after 9:00 Sunday morning, I had missed breakfast at the mess hall and a friend was wanting to know if I wanted to go into town to get breakfast. I didn’t have the overcoat hanging over the crack between the door and frame and the window was behind me so I’m sure he could see in. I tried to get the slip off and the bra unhooked and off while staying under the covers but it wasn’t easy. He kept asking if I was all right and I’m sure he was wondering why it was taking so long to get out of bed and to the door. If he could see in I’m sure he couldn’t figure why I was struggling to get from under the covers. I finally got up, put on a Tee shirt and some pants and opened the door. He had a funny look on his face but didn’t say anything.
I told him that I had a slight hangover and had trouble getting out of bed which probably seemed strange too because he knew that I didn’t drink much when I went out.
That was the day that I realized that I couldn’t make the Army a career and got out later when my three year enlistment was up.
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Originally Posted by eluuzion
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