In
November of 1964 I was an Army recruit
stationed
at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri for
basic
training. I was seventeen years old way
back
then. Just the other day my mind took to
reminiscing
on a trip down Memory Lane. The
word
I heard going around was that two small
towns
nearby, Waynesville and St. Roberts,
were
well known for prostitution, a booming
industry
to service horny G.I.s stationed at the
base.
I was intrigued for at my tender age, I had
never
been with or even seen a prostitute first
hand
before. Not that I would engage in such
sinful
acts anyway, in basic at least, for the first
few
weeks, trainees were not allowed off base.
And
when we were, good boys such as I were
more
concerned with going home on pass to
see
mama and family. I’m sure, however, the
ladies
of the night still had plenty of suitors who
were
more than willing to bolster the regional
economy.
Nowadays, at the ripe old age of
seventy-two,
I can honestly say that while I’ve
since
met a femme fatale or two in my life, I
have
never paid one red cent for any of my
carnal activities. In time, I have come to realize
that
some things in life never change. For the
most
part, because of its proximity to the Army
and
Ft. Leonard Wood, I suppose the professions
in
Wanesville and St. Roberts remain much the
same.
Except for the hookers, that is, most of
whom,
I’m pretty damned sure just like me,
have
grown old and gray.
Chris
Hanch 12-5-19
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