HONORING OUR VETERANS

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The bridge  (E) A soldier learns a small lesson. #2212279 by David Layman

I was a soldier in Germany in 1983. Being lonely I went out to wander the streets of Stuttgart after midnight.

I came upon a hole in the wall bar about 1 AM. It was dark and tobacco smoke hung in the air. The place had two couples sitting at a table and the lady bar tender. I set at the bar and asked for a beer.

A pretty blond woman in her early 20's walked in the door shortly after I set down. She set next to me, turned and said,
"What's your name handsome?"

We spent the next hour in conversation. I had two more beers. She had two glasses of expensive champagne I paid for.

She looked at her watch and said something about work in the morning. She wrote her address on a napkin and said she wanted to make me dinner the next day. The address was not far from my barracks. We agreed on a time.

I thought it strange a pretty girl would be so forward with American soldier. I was not much to look at, or very well healed.

On the apointed day. I bought a bunch of second hand flowers at the local cemetery shop. I caught a cab and showed him the address on the napkin. He looked a little confused, shrugged his shoulders and we set off.

It turns out the address is the middle of a bridge over the Neckar river. I had him let me off on the far side of the bridge. As I walked back and forth looking at the house numbers on both ends I swear I heard a woman laugh.

Finally convinced of the truth the sympathetic cabbie tried to tell me in broken English, I started for home. On the way I gave the flowers to an eighty year onld lady sweeping the sidewalk in front of her modest house.

Ever since I have been suspicious of any woman who said I was attractive.