Lunchroom Romance

Okay so Newsome and I have been spending more time together but he still treats me like two different people; Melissa and The Private. I'm like a crazy school girl deep in puppy love. When he talks, I latch onto every single word with the sincerest of interest, devotion, thrill, amazement, wonder . . . .I find all of his Army stories daring and entertaining. In his voice, you can hear his love for the Army. It is quite apparent to me he's Army true and true, inside and out. If he got cut he'd not bleed red or even Army green but probably camouflage. He also talked a lot about his family which was so enduring and a bit rare. Most the people I've come across in the Army so far were quite opposite --did not want to talk about family or where they were from. I think in some cases, they were trying to escape from that life and talking about it probably drudged up some pain. I found it quite refreshing to find someone that wanted to talk about their family. He scored bit points with me on that one.

But here I am now and I got this crazy idea I needed to be more "Army", tough and strong and Airborne qualified. I went to my 1SG and told him I wanted to go to Airborne school. I'm sure he got quite a chuckle out of me (probably on more than one occasion too). He told me unless it was a requirement for my job, which it was not, I couldn't go but he could recommend me for school in conjunction with my PCS. In other words, I could go when I left Germany and enroute to my new stateside duty station.

Well that just wasn't acceptable to me. I wanted to go now! How ever could I impress Newsome if I'm not like you know --Little Miss Airborne. Ugh. I was so disappointed and it was at least a year before I'd be leaving Germany. I'd have to come up with a new plan. In the meantime, I'd track myself over to the HQ's building every chance I got. You could practically see the entire kaserne standing in one spot so if I ever saw Newsome heading over to the Mess Hall for a meal, I'd get over there as fast as I could to try to you know --happen to run into him like, "Oh hi Sergeant Newsome, I didn't know you were here!" If he ever saw me in the Mess Hall he'd almost always sit with me or if I came in afterwards, ask me to join his table.

This was lunchroom romance at it's best!