In l947 I was stationed with the U.S. Army in Frankfurt, Germany. I worked at Headquarters European Command in a nice building called the I. G. Ferbin building. It had about 6 floors and was a large building, sitting in a large garden in the very heart of Frankfurt.

One thing I will always remember about that building is the way you went from floor to floor. It did not have elevators. What it had was rows of boxes that went up or down and never did stop for anything. If you wanted to go up a few floors, you just waited until one of those boxes went by, and then you had to hop into that box as it went up; when you got to the floor that you wanted, you had to hop off. When we had a new man in our office, we always told them that the boxes would flatten, at the top or bottom and it would crush you if you went too far. Of course that wasn’t true: the boxes were in continual motion and you just rode over the top and then started down. Any handicapped person could not travel from floor to floor (this was long before there were any laws protecting the rights of the handicapped). Of course there were stairways also.

I enjoyed being stationed in Frankfurt; it was fun. Our barracks was several blocks away from where we worked. The army band would be there and we would march to work. I always enjoyed our marching through the streets of Frankfurt, and the local people would look out of the windows to watch.

On days when it was snowing or raining, we were put in the back of covered trucks, and taken to our places of work. That was fun; we would sing our hearts out as the trucks went through the streets. It was dark in the back of those trucks, so a lot of "feeling up" took place.

The headquarters was filled with lots of gay guys, so we all had a great time. Since we were the headquarters, we were never harassed about our sexual orientation. We gay guys started a custom: if you were gay, you would wear white socks - which was forbidden by the army - but our pant legs would hide the socks - so when you saw a soldier with white stock on, you knew he was a gay guy. The army just wanted our bodies, and if they kicked all of the gay guys out, there would be nobody to be the clerks for the headquarters. So we felt pretty secure back then.

I really loved Frankfurt. I made a lot of friends, both gay and straight. I went to night school three nights a week, trying to get an education. Yep, I met a lot of gay guys in the night school also. If you have been reading my stories about the "good old days", you know I had plenty of wonderful sex during that time. I did not want it to stop!

Then one day we were notified that Headquarters European Command was moving from Frankfurt; we would be moving to Heidelberg, Germany. I did not like this; but for some reason I got the impression that the army did not care about what I liked or did not like: we were moving!

In Frankfurt I had many ways of finding a straight stud and giving him a good old-fashioned blowjob. I have always