the ass of some Korean soldier he was pissed at. I have seen the sergeants running a large group of privates down the road in the early mornings. Behind the troop was another sergeant with a whip. If stragglers didn’t keep up, the whip came down across backs or butts. Believe me, those runners tried awfully hard to keep up with the group. Korean sergeants were very demanding and they took no shit. They were the bosses!

The Korean Army had one tent in our camp with a Korean sergeant in charge. He had a corporal as his assistant. One of them was always in that tent. They were in charge of the Korean civilians that worked for the U.S. Army. They furnished the laborers, dishwashers and filled the jobs as needed. They also were paymasters of the Korean workers.

The Korean sergeant in charge was the cream of the Korean Army! He was outstanding. He had the body of a god, so very hard and strong! He was good looking enough to be a movie star! He was all man and I knew that he’d take shit from no body. He was the boss! The sexy sergeant couldn’t speak English. But, his assistant did understand English. The corporal was nothing special. His sergeant, on the other hand, was really NICE.

I had the hots for the handsome sergeant. But, it could never be. There was no way I could proposition him since I didn’t speak Korean. But, I sure did want him! I’d noticed him the very first day I was assigned to the replacement depot. I watched him as he walked up to a "tube" to take a piss. These tubes were sticking into the ground and we all used them. I loved watching him as he took his dick out of his pants and took a leak. Once he noticed me watching and smiled. That was as far as it got. However, he’d noticed my stare and I guess that made him wonder!

We American soldiers did not have anything to do with the Korean soldiers. They always stayed in their own tent and left us alone. We did the same thing.

During the "dry season" the replacement depot was empty of soldiers. I was so horny to hang onto a nice cock. After "chow" one evening, I went for a walk around the nearly empty camp. I saw the Korean sergeant was headed toward a tube, so I followed. As he took his leak, I joined in and took a piss in the tube beside him. He noticed me watching again…and he smiled. I smiled back and said, “Hello.” The sergeant & I then walked down a road toward the Korean tent. Much to my surprise, he invited me to join him in his tent. I’d never seen any American soldier in that tent.

He spoke just a few words in English. I spoke a few words in Korean and understood some Japanese. Japan once occupied Korea. So, most Koreans understand at least some Japanese. Our conversation was strange. It was a mixture of pigeon English, Korean, Japanese…plus, lots of pointing, motioning and gestures.

When we entered the Korean tent, I didn't see the other soldier. When I asked the sergeant where the corporal was. The sergeant pointed toward the village and said, "fucky-fucky.” I understood enough to know the corporal was gone for the night and was screwing a girl. I pointed toward the American sergeant tent where beer was sold, and asked him if he liked beer. A big smile came to his face