Not long after, our waitress appeared wearing the traditional dress called a dirndl. “Hello, my name is Becky and I’ll be your server this evening.... Can I start you off with something to drink?”“Yes, the three of us would like a bottle of Gewürztraminer,” Sally said. “I would like a Hacker-Pschorr Weiss with a lemon slice, for myself,” I said.In keeping with the German theme, we decided on potato pancakes for starters when Becky returned with our drink order. She put the stein of beer down next. I had two things working against me at that school. First off,I was teaching Seniors, and most of them looked older than I did, andsecond of all... I couldn't get past the whole party era that collegehad been. These kids were nuts down here. Up in New York, the partyingusually calmed down a bit during the long long winters. Down here, itwas crazy the whole year through. Now please, I know what you'reprobably thinking, but no. I never went to any of these parties when Iwas a teacher. Ever. That. Maggie was beside herself with joy. What could have very easily been a sad, heartbreaking experience had turned out to be the best thing that could have happened.A week later LaShawn and a couple of other guys from the gym moved Maggie out of her apartment and in with LaShawn. Over the next few months Maggie worked at the club as long as she could, but never again did she bring her customers home for a good time outside the club. She was now exclusively LaShawn's and he was hers.One day when. If we got into it I knew we would need all the extras we could carry. I had the heaviest pack until I saw what Chung was loading up on. To this day I still can't ever figure out how they were able to carry so much weight and march hour after hour through the bush. The Seal Team was taking AK's the same as we were, and I figured any extra ammo would come in handy if we stepped in it while we were out there. The nearest fire base to where we were going was three and a half days and we wouldn't be.