WAC CALLED ON CARPET

I was doing bay guard again. The phone rang and I had to go downstairs to report. He probably wanted me to spit shine his boots. He was pretty blunt about it. It wasn't his boots he wanted me to polish. If I wanted to pass, I had to have sex with him. I told him if he ever wanted to use that thing again, he'd better keep it in his pants.

I went back upstairs, knowing in my heart that my army career was over before it began. I didn't know how to handle this and I was going to have to go home in disgrace because I couldn't control my hot temper. I didn't sleep the rest of the night.

Sometime after lunch, I got called to the office again. It was a different sergeant. He wanted to know how the night before went. They never call you down the next day and ask you this. Something was up. What had that jerk told them? I told him, "It was uneventful, just like my report says." He said he'd heard differently. Here was my chance to tell all, but if I did, at what cost? I'd be laughed at by all those girls who'd slept with him in order to make the grade. Others would say I was just saying it because I couldn't make the grade and I needed someone to blame. My grandmother would turn over in her grave. My mother would worry so much, she'd have a heart attack. It was all more than I could take. I just said nothing happened, and when you think about it nothing had. I'd been propositioned by a man and I just said no. He didn't force me. Case closed.