Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 08:33:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Jones <redcock28 (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Camp Hovey: Chapters 4 and 5

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Camp Hovey
R. R. Rumphol

Chapter 4: The Road March

My second day at Camp Hovey started with an early rise after falling asleep
rather quickly. In fact, I hadn't given much thought to beating my meat
before drifting off. Maybe it was the jetlag catching up with me after the
long flight over from the world. When I awoke I lay on my bunk in a haze,
contemplating all that had taken place since departing Oakland. I felt as
though I could last a while before needing any further sexual adventure and
fulfillment.

I'd gotten a terrific blow job at the steam and cream after arriving at
Camp Casey. During my leave time at home prior to shipping out I'd engaged
in some wild and meaningful sex, so by the time I arrived at Camp Hovey I
was a pretty content camper as far as sexual satisfaction. I really didn't
have any urgent desire to go to the ville seeking out a local whore;
moreover I was concerned about the diseases carried by the local working
girls.

Another worry was the news that the Provost Marshall's office had a secret
group of investigators looking for homosexual active within the Bayonet
Division. Suddenly, it dawned on me as I lay there in the darkness
contemplating my future sexual needs that I should get a head start on the
latrine rush, taking a shit and shower before breakfast.

After pulling on a pair of fatigue trousers and shirt before heading off to
the communal latrine I grabbed my towel and shaving kit before exiting the
hooch. Once I cleared the platoon hooch I noticed there was a chill to the
early morning air as well as an offensive odor. I guess in time I'd get
used to the smell of Korea. When I arrived at the latrine there was no one
in the block building; however, no sooner after arriving and entering the
shower than Gary Nelson was standing next to me.

At that point I suspected that Nelson was probably going to be my new best
friend during my tour in Korea. I wondered if our early morning meeting was
coincidence or had he intentionally followed me to the shower. We rinsed
our bodies off not saying a word. I'd discovered very early in my Army life
that most guys don't talk to each other when they're naked in latrines. In
basic talking was permitted at the lavatories while shaving or brushing
teeth, but not in the shower or sitting next to another GI taking a crap.

The American male species has this unwritten code of conduct we use
regarding communication and actions in public. For example, holding hands,
American men don't hold hands or show affection or emotions in public,
whereas women do. Men shake hands when greeting each other, whereas women
hug and kiss. Men know when and where to speak to each other and soldiers
don't speak to another soldier in the shower.

Yep, we military men are macho men when it comes to our behavior and
communication; ain't nothin feminine about us males, especially in the
Army. I wouldn't want to arouse any suspicions about my iffy sexuality that
might tip off others or the C.I.D. cops. After a quick shower Nelson and I
walked back to the hooch in silence where we begin preparing for a new day
at Camp Hovey and then go to breakfast.

With morning chow completed the company began drawing weapons and forming
up in company formation for the road march. This was the first time I'd
gotten to see the entire company together. What a diverse group. There were
soldiers from different ethnic groups and different sizes that made up the
company. I discovered that my Platoon Leader was a black second lieutenant
who was wearing a set of novice jump wings on his fatigues.

The majority of NCOs were Buck Sergeants or Staff Sergeants. There were a
couple of older SFCs and Corporals the rest of the company was composed of
PFCs and Specialists. The one thing evident was the number of EIBs on the
fatigue shirts of Officers and older NCOs.

About half the Non-Commissioned Officers, the Company Commander, First
Sergeant and two First Lieutenants all wore EIBs either sewn or pinned on
their fatigue shirts. Army regulations forbid wearing both the EIB and the
Combat Infantry Badge at the same time. However, on occasions such as this
infantry commanders wanted personnel who had earned the EIB to wear it
proudly promoting upcoming EIB testing even if they'd earned the CIB. EIB
testing was only conducted once a year and for those that passed the test
the reward was an award of the Expert Infantry Badge. The first phase of
testing was the road march and it was mandatory for all in the company.

The whole company with very few exceptions would participate in the
march. Even the non infantry types would participate. Once we all had drawn
weapons and protective masks we began forming up with our rifles and
putting on our load bearing equipment. Participants would carry their
personal weapons. As a rifleman my weapon was the standard issue M-14
rifle. The medics and crew served personnel carried their M1911 45 caliber
automatic side arms. Medics had their own skill badge: the Expert Medical
Badge.

The road march would qualify medics for their skill badge. Before moving
out our Squad Leaders made sure we all had full canteens of water. Once the
equipment check was done we slung arms and were given the order to march,
heading off on the 12 mile forced road march to qualify for the Expert
Infantry Badge.

I learned that the EIB was a big thing with commanders: a competitive
thing. Our BC wanted as many of his soldiers as possible to earn the
coveted badge and was making any and all resources available to get
candidates qualified. We'd been told that the Colonel was very competitive
commander and he didn't tolerate any slackers in his battalion. The road
march was done carrying all our assigned combat gear including personal
weapon, load bearing equipment and protective masks. Total load weighed
approximately sixty-five to seventy pounds.

Fully loaded we had to complete the forced march within three hours to
become a qualified candidate. I had no problem keeping pace, finishing the
march under the three hours time limit. The last leg of the grueling march
was passing through the local village of Toko-ri. Wow, what a shit hole, at
least that's what I heard the First Sergeant refer to it.

Marching down the dusty road towards Toko-ri I was overcome by an
oppressively pungent odor. The stink smelled like a mixture of urine, feces
and rotting silage. "What the fuck is that smell?" I questioned to anyone
listening, "Kimhi was the response. You'll get used to it."

Kimchi is made using cabbage and beef stock along with spices to create
flavors. The Koreans mix it together and let it ferment in pots. I'd gotten
a whiff of the same obnoxious odor when we were making the journey north
through Uijongbu and Tongduch'on while traveling to Camp Casey. The towns
we passed through were ugly and stunk, but damn the smell was ripe today as
we entered Toko-ri. My first visit to the ville. As we passed through the
village the company was singing out our marching songs as we closed on the
gate at Camp Hovey.

The locals lined the street in their colorful clothing cheering us on while
others assumed the Korean squat smoking as we passed by. The Military
Police manning the gate saluted, welcoming the company back to Camp
Hovey. Only a few more yards and the company would be back at our compound.

Many members of the company did not finish the march within the time
limit. Some that fell out required medical attention for their feet or
exhaustion, needing to be medically evacuated by jeep field ambulance,
while others just needed to hydrate and rest before moving on. I feared
some were just slackers wanting a free ride back to Camp Hovey. They would
discover they should have toughed it out because the First Sergeant had a
surprise for them.

When we returned to the company compound The First Sergeant announced that
about two thirds of the company qualified under the three hours time
limit. For those that qualified we were told there was more to come before
going through the actual round robin testing events elements. This is where
we would be tested on our knowledge of infantry essential
information. Those that didn't qualify on the road march were told there
was a makeup march later on.

The Company Commander made it clear everyone in the company would complete
the road march within the prescribed time constraints. No doubt future
makeup marches would be on Saturdays until all members of the company made
it. That's the way things worked in the Army. Finally, the Company
Commander reminded us, "All those taking the EIB test needed to be
qualified expert with personal or crew served weapon and complete a day and
night land navigation course within the prescribed time frame. Also, Army
regulations required all candidates to pass a PT test with a score of
seventy-five or better before being allowed to advance, competing in the
round robin testing."

The first Sergeant spoke up saying, I'll be posting a list on the bulletin
board about further details and qualifications needed by each candidate."

After completing the road march within the specified time frame the only
other thing I thought I needed to qualify was to do the land nav courses. I
didn't think that would be too difficult as I'd done well on the course in
AIT.

The First Sergeant's final announcement, "For anyone truly interested in
earning the EIB the BC has put out a directive that there'll be study
courses set up and available at night for all interested personnel;
furthermore, make events will be conducted on weekends prior to the
division testing event. There'll be a sign-up sheet in the orderly room for
those interested in classes," then he gave the welcome command, "Fall out!"

With the dismissal order given the company broke up. A lot of the soldiers
lit up as they began shuffling off towards the arms room. I'd refrained
thus far in life from acquiring the tobacco habit and quickly discovered
that Nelson was a nonsmoker too. The company began lining up in front of
the arms room to turn in our weapons and protective masks. With Nelson
standing behind me he started a conversation, "So, Randy, you gonna try for
the EIB?"

"I think I'll give it a try; besides, it'll look neat on my chest along
with my jump wings," I said with a big grin.

"I think I'll try too. Maybe we can buddy up and study together," Nelson
replied confidently.

"Sounds good to me."

Top had given the company the rest of the day off to clean our gear and
recuperate from the road march. After making turn-ins at the arms room,
cleaning putting our gear away we both decided that another shower was in
order to get the road dust off and soften the pain. So, we made a second
trip to the latrine.

We hung our towels up and proceed to get undressed. Once in the shower room
Nelson and I stood nude across from each other. The shower stall had shower
heads on both walls. We were facing each other letting the warm water rain
down on our backs, relieving some of the soreness and tensions in our
bodies from the road march. I couldn't help but notice Nelson's dick:
pretty respectable looking thing. In fact, it was a damn fine piece of meat
dangling about five or six inches limp over his adequate size scrotal sac
that was surrounded by a fluffy bush. The fuckstick had a most prominent
pink knob on it with a distinguishing crimson coronal band.

I was secretly wondering as I stood under the warm water whether Nelson was
a grower or shower, in essence how big did his penis grow when erect. If
the two of us had met back in the world I would've been encouraged to get
to know Nelson's cock on a more intimate level. Yes, I would've liked to
explore his manhood, but in the Army, in Korea where rumor had it that
there was an ongoing witch hunt for cock suckers and butt fuckers that
wasn't going to happen. I began to feel a twinge of arousal in my crotch
area and decided to turn around facing the wall before someone noticed my
cock growing. After a few more minutes I decided it was time to exit the
shower. On the way back to the hooch Nelson and I walked in awkward
silence. I sensed he wanted to say something about our meeting in the
shower as did I.

We'd broken the ice showering openly in front of each other. There was
nothing to hide between us we'd seen each other naked, in our natural
state. We both had well-defined athletic bodies and respectable sexual
equipment. I felt comfortable around Nelson and sensed he was going to be
my new best buddy while in Korea. I didn't have reason to suspect he was an
undercover C.I.D. type. I felt he was just a naïve kid from Kentucky who
in all probability was a virgin from the way he talked and acted. Whatever
he was or wasn't we had many months to cultivate our new found friendship
before returning to the world.


Chapter 5: Slicky Boys and Sid Fears

As Nelson and I approached the platoon hooch two Korean males were exiting
the front entrance to the Q-hut with boots in their hands and arms full of
fatigues. I started to break for them, thinking them to be thieves. Nelson
grabbed me by the arm restraining saying, "Those are house boy's not slicky
boys."

"House boys? Slicky boys?"

"Yeah, they're Korean locals who work on base doing domestic chores for
GIs. Slicky boys are young Korean thieves. Ya gotta watch out for
them. They get into to the Army compounds and steal anything that isn't
nailed down. Also watch out for them when you're in the ville."

"Damn, something else to watch out for," I replied.

Gary said to me, "Rumor has it Slicky Boys are so good they can steal a
Duce and half while you're drivin it. They stole a piano from and officers
club while a bunch of offices were in the place drinking."

"Wow! So, these guys are good. Put American thieves to shame. I'll remember
that. So, how do I tell the good Koreans from the bad ones?"

"I've been told you'll get to know over time. I don't know yet," Gary said.

"So now I got to figure out who's a good Korean and a bad Korean as well as
try to figure out who are C.I.D. undercover cops," I replied.

"You're forgetting the GI thieves. Hell we got thieves right here in the
company and battalion. Every once in a while the MPs are called and they
are carted off to Casey," Gary said.

"Oh shit! I better watch my shit and keep it secure."

"Yep. By the way, if ya want to hire a house now would be a good time to
talk to them and set up a service. Actually only NCOs and officer are
supposed to have house boys, but Top turns his head. We all chip in five
dollars a month for them to keep the hooch clean, but for personal services
they want more money," Nelson explained.

"Do you have them do stuff for you?" I asked, "How much more a month?"

"No, can't afford it on PFC's pay. The price depends upon what you want
them to do for you. I use Quartermaster laundry, shine my own boots and
make my own bunk up."

I replied, "I think I'll wait a while."

We ducked inside the hooch where other members of Second Platoon were
lounging around on the bunks talking, smoking and listening to music. A few
were playing cards. Both of us flopped down on our bunks to rest up before
chow. Other platoon and squad members were wandering in and out of the
hooch till finally we were the only two left.

As we lay in our bunks across from each other I couldn't get my new best
buddy's naked body out of my head. Finally, I dismissed the thought
drifting off to sleep. Over the next few days Nelson and I shared our
history only to discover that we lived about fifty miles from each
other. My home was Evansville, Indiana, and Nelson came from a small
farming community across the river in Utica, Kentucky. We both shared the
same interests in music, films and cars.

Before I knew it the weekend had arrived. On Saturday after morning
inspection Gary and I attended a two hours classroom pre land navigation
class. The NCO that taught the course we discovered had run a similar
course at Fort Benning and did a damn fine job presenting. We learned that
the upcoming week would be the first land nav course to qualify. He urged
the dozen or so in attendance to pay close attention to his class and pass
the course on the first time out.  By the time we returned to the hooch it
was empty. Other platoon members were either at the EM club or in the
ville, so Gary and I headed to the latrine to shower as we'd done a few
times before since my arrival in the company.

Once again we stood across from each other letting the warm water run down
our bodies and once again my eyes were drawn to Gary's manhood. This time
it appeared a little bigger than on previous occasions. One of these days
I'm gonna walk in and catch him flogging his pole I thought to myself. My
dick began growing, so I turned facing the wall. We finished showering, got
dressed and left the block building walking back to the hooch.

Gary broke the silence on the trek back saying, "There ain't no need to
hide it, Randy. We all get hard ons."

I responded, "What do you mean. I wasn't trying to hide anything. From what
I was seeing it looked as though you were gettin hard in there; besides, I
just didn't want to get caught by Sid or have some one else walking in on
us seeing me starting to get all boned up."

"As long as we aren't doing anything like manipulating our cocks or they
were fully hard there's really nothing the Sid assholes can do. Besides, a
hard on is a natural thing."

"Yeah I know that," I replied, thinking this kid from Kentucky was pretty
smart.

"In case you're curious mine grows to a fraction over eight inches when
it's all boned up. What about you?" Nelson questioned.

I replied stretching the truth a little, "Almost seven inches."

"Not bad," Nelson responded, "Make some young Jo-san down in the ville
happy.

"Jo-san?"

"A Jo-san is a young Korean girl who'll make you happy. Kinda like a
Yo-Bo. Most Jo-sans have a Ma-san who is kinda like a madam or pimp."

"I guess some things just don't change no matter where we are on the
world," I replied with a smile and a chuckle.

"Yep."

"Hey you wanta go with me?" I asked.

"Where?"

"I thought I'd take a walk down to Cougar Company to see of I can locate
Danny, my buddy from jump school. Been here almost a week and haven't seen
or heard from him. You want to go with me?"

"Sure, nothin else ta do."

We pulled on our uniforms and made our way down the road to Cougar Company
in search of Danny Dickman.


[This fictional story about Korea set in the mid 60s is dedicated to all
the brave men and women in the Armed Forces who serve or have served,
protecting our way of life, keeping us and others free from oppression and
tyranny. Especially, those unsung post Korean Cold War soldiers that stand
today or have stood shoulder to shoulder with their Korean counterparts
protecting the south from aggression from the north.

These though well-trained fighting men endure and have endured much during
their thirteen months unaccompanied tours in Korea. The second Korean War
from 1966 to 1969 was overshadowed by the Vietnam War. For many years
American and ROK soldiers were not recognized for their bravery and
hardships endured guarding against aggression from the north. Since 1966
the soldiers guarding the DMZ and the free people of South Korea sit on a
powder keg waiting for the short fuse to be ignited by unstable leadership
in the north. Most people in America don't have any understanding of the
fragile situation in Korea.

Although this story is fictional it may be based on certain real places,
facts and settings; of course, names and dates have been changed. If by
chance any readers recognize the places I refer to in the story feel free
to comment. If I've erred feel free to comment. Memory is a bitch when old
soldiers get older. In fact, feel free to make comments and/or critique my
work. I enjoy hearing from my readers. A response is the novice writer's
form of payment and appreciation from readers. Let me know if I should
leave this a short story or continue to follow the characters during their
tour of duty in Korea. I'll refrain from posting future chapters until I
get some positive feedback on the story.

I won't apologize for the lack of sexual situations in the first few
chapters. I believe in writing, developing a plot line and characters
before letting them indulge in sex. Think about it there are only so many
ways to have sex and most of them have been covered in the many thousands
of stories told on Nifty. The sex act only lasts a short period of time in
most people's lives. Many of us do more thinking and fantasizing about sex
than the actual event itself. So, if you are one that wants instant sexual
gratification from a story maybe another story posted on the Nifty site is
for you. I'm and always have been a firm believer in as much foreplay as
possible before indulging in the actual sex act. If I have whetted your
sexual appetite with the first three chapters let me know you want more.]