We each took a sip of beer, and she looked at me closely for a while. Finally she said in a low voice, “You’ve been having fun getting off with an... old married woman, haven’t you? All nice, light, no-strings fun, huh?” I grinned. “Yep. Damn straight.” She smiled quickly and continued, “Yeah, it’s been fun. No-strings fun, not even cheating, really. Right?” She took a sip of beer and continued, “Over my break I realized I have been cheating.” I nodded and said, “Most people would say so, yes.”. Marches were a way of life for military training and once we were in country we logged a lot of miles walking to various locations too remote for our vehicles.The injuries slowed me down some, but I had done plenty of rehab while I was still in the hospital and had most of my old form back by this point.I set a brisk pace and made it to the address in just over half an hour. The address led to a mailbox and a long dirt road winding off into a wooded area. This was better than I could have hoped. Her name was Anjali she was just taking chemistry lectures as she was pursuing her Ph.D. from the same college. She then asked others their introduction and she wanted a class representative who would interact with the class on her behalf. Me being on first got there as fast as possible and I was selected as the class representative and we exchanged numbers so that I could forward all the work to my fellow students. The day ended and I was feeling lucky.At the end of the day I just went through. One sentence from the other party on the line was all it took for both feet to land on the floor, and Hauptmann's ire to rise. "Sergeant, you got a lot of balls sending your soldier to Basic Airborne without his gear and orders." Sir, who is this?" Sergeant First Class Anderson, First of the Five-Oh-Seventh PIR." He pronounced it "pee-aye-are". "Are you PFC Collins' Training NCO?" I am," Hauptmann said, warily."Well, then, Sergeant. You got a lot of balls, sending your soldier to Basic Airborne.