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Another Wall:  Part II

by Ray Adams

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   Chingón took in the somber scene and said, “My God, did someone die?  Please tell me it wasn’t Linda.”

     “Sorbini volunteered for Vietnam.”  The voice belonged to Bert, a GI who looked slightly more sober than the others.  “He’s leaving Berlin tomorrow.  We’re just sayin’ our goodbyes.”

D.T. and Chingón bought a round for themselves and one for Sorbini.  The volunteer already had four shots in front of him.  He added theirs to the queue and thanked them.  He threw them a big, drunken grin, looking young and handsome in the bar’s dim light.  The bottom of his face was dark with the beginning of a beard.

“What’s the story, Greg?”  D.T. said.  “Why go to Nam?”

“Maybe I wanted to feel like a real soldier.  Remember, back in boot camp, they taught us how to be real soldiers?”

“Hell no, I don’t remember anything like that,” D.T. said.  “Yeah, all I remember is the total bullshit they shoved down our throats.  Man, I was never so happy in my life as the day I left basic.  I don’t get it, Greg.  Why would you ever want to leave Berlin?”

“I don’t really want to, you know.  It’s just, I have to.  I enlisted to serve my country.  After all, I’m not doing anything important here, just looking at strange shit on a teletype machine.”

“Hey,” Chingón said, “Don’t you remember the day you got to Andrews?  The captain told us we were at war twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  Well, I didn’t know at the time he was referring to the very bar we’re sitting in.  But really, no bullshit, the US. government thinks this Cold War is pretty important stuff and they want us here, for sure, man.  This is what you’re trained for, Greg.  Not some crawlin’ in the jungle B.S.”

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Another Wall:  Part I

by Ray Adams

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 The main reason D.T. was stationed in West Berlin during the Cold War period of the late 1960′s was the Berlin Wall.  It kept West Berlin an isolated outpost of Democracy surrounded by the Communist country of East Germany as well as Red Army troops from the Soviet Union.  D.T.’s job, of course, was to listen to those troops talking on the radio and garner as much military information as possible.  At the same time D.T. was sitting on top of Teufelsberg with headsets on, there was a different type of war going on in Southeast Asia.  That conflict would eventually lead to the construction of another wall.

D.T. and his buddy Chingón had just got off the swing shift at Teufelsberg, then ridden in the old Army bus to Andrews Barracks.  They actually had a plan that evening, having formulated it during a break from scanning tapes of Russian radio traffic.

“Look,” Chingón said.  “If we hurry, we should get to Linda’s before one.  I bet something will still be going on.  Maybe even fräuleins waiting to meet cool G.I.’s.”  Chingón’s blue eyes sparkled, focused on visions of the delights awaiting them in Linda’s.

“Let’s do it,” D.T. said.  “I’ve had enough of  listening to horny Russians gabbing about how much they miss their girlfriends and wives.”

“They need to be more like American G.I.’s,” Chingón said.  “and meet some friendly fräuleins.”

“Yeah, the Russkies get paid even less than we do.  After they spend it on vodka, what’s left for fräuleins?”

They strolled into Linda’s ten minutes before their deadline, but instead of the party they had anticipated, they walked into a wake-like scene.  Several serious-faced G.I’s from D trick, the group that had the day off, lounged at the big table.  The signs of heavy drinking were everywhere:  empty bottles and glasses, glazed eyes, and slurred speech.

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part XII

by Ray Adams

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     Joey stuck his head out of the cab.  As he and Evelina kissed goodbye, Katie handed D.T. her address in California.
“You’re as crazy as a bedbug,” she said, “but write me anyway.  If you ever come to California, I’ll buy a big shovel.”
“I promise and I swear your shovel won’t just sit around idle.”
D.T. pulled Evelina away from Joey, whose head was still sticking out the window.
“I love you Evelina,” Joey yelled over and over again until the cab was two blocks away.
“Well, Evelina, how would you like to go the Sun and massage my leg?” D.T. said.  “It feels like somebody’s been kicking it all night.”
“Sure, but you gotta buy me a drink.  Damn, I’m thirsty.”
“O.K., cutie.  I know from experience that trying to understand the Critique of Pure Reason is hard and thirsty work.”
“You are the stupidest GI in the world.  I never know what you say.”
     D.T. would later wonder if he had done the right thing in bringing Katie and her two friends to Linda’s.  Maybe he should have left them in the Old Eden, a place they could understand and enjoy.  But Joey had certainly had an experience in Linda’s he would never have had in the other bar.  And Billy had learned about crapping geese or bullshitting GI’s, depending on your point of view.  So maybe he hadn’t really done such a bad thing.  Three months after he got out of the Army, he called Katie and even made plans to visit her.  But there was something about the conversation that put him off.  She seemed to live in a world where he would be as out of place as she must have been in Linda’s.
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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part XI

by Ray Adams

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     King Bee adjusted his glasses as he gingerly rubbed a large red area on his face.  His grin was as large as a Halloween jack-o-lantern.  He slithered out from the table and skipped to the door, where he turned around to face Katie.

“Thank you beautiful American lady.  What a wonderful moment.  I’ll never forget it,” he said as he disappeared into the night.

“Whatever did he do?” D.T. said.

“He bent down and smelled my arm,” Katie said.  “I felt violated.  Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”

“Well, I’ve never seen him do anything like that before,” D.T. said, “but I think I know why he did it.  It was the soap you use.  Local GI’s never inhale the scent of American soap on the German gals.  I guess King Bee couldn’t believe his luck when he found himself sitting next to a nice clean American girl who smelled like Dial.  I’ve heard him talk about that being one thing that really made him homesick.”

“What kind of bar did you take us to anyway?”  Katie said.

“Just my good old neighborhood bar,” D.T. said.

Joey and Evelina reappeared, straightening their clothes and smelling strongly of sex.  Katie made Joey go into the men’s room and wash himself before he sat down again.  She forced Evelina to sit next to D.T. and away from her, even covering her nose with one hand.  D.T.’s own nose twitched, apparently torn between Katie’s delightful Dial scent and Evelina’s strong musky aroma.

It was soon time for the tourists to return to their hotel.  D.T. guided them down to the cab stand on Finckenstein Allee.  Katie got in and was ready to go, while Joey and Evelina could not stop kissing and fondling one another.  Billy and D.T. had to tear them apart and shove Joey into the cab.

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part X

by Ray Adams

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     Katie gave D.T. another look of disbelief.  “You know,” she said, “someone needs to follow you around with a shovel to pick up all the horse shit.”

“Perhaps,” D.T. said, “or maybe I just need a more stable personality.”

Billy wanted to know more about the Canadian Geese and D.T. was only too glad to tell him all he knew, plus many things he didn’t.  They heard cries of ecstasy coming from Yoppie’s cubbyhole as they discussed the possibility of talking with geese.

“You know,” D.T. said, “I believe they’re discussing Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason.”

“And I would say there’s absolutely no reason left in this room,” Katie said, kicking D.T. again.  “Well, I think I need another drink.”  She went to the bar to show Heidi how to make a real gin and tonic.

King Bee traipsed in and waved to D.T.  D.T. thought King Bee was a total trip, although he worried about his friend going deaf before his tour ended.  Every time he visited King Bee in the barracks, D.T. would find him lying on his bunk with his head sandwiched between two huge speakers, listening to the Rolling Stones at high volume.  Usually, he would greet D.T. by saying, “Time is on my side, friend.  Time is on my side.  Mick just told me so.”

D.T. introduced him to Billy and Katie.  King Bee immediately made himself at home, sliding over until he was so close to Katie that he was almost touching her.  He was a marvelous addition to the conversation, expressing opinion after opinion about Canadian Geese and German philosophers.  His glib patter livened up the talk and made the mood even merrier than before.  Billy and D.T. were surprised and shocked when Katie slapped him so hard that his glasses slid halfway down his face.

“Get out of here, you little pervert!” she yelled.

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part IX

By Ray Adams

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     “Wow,” Billy said.  “I may have to think about majoring in something like that.  I love animals and communications, too.”

“Yes, that may be the thing for you all right,” D.T. said.  “You seem to have a natural talent.  Now that they have more than one honk sorted out, I think it’s just a matter of time before we start communicating with geese, at least the Canadian variety.  I imagine when they do, the pioneers will wear a little pin that shows a goose taking a crap, similar to the one I have of the Rosetta Stone.”

Billy nodded, a fascinated look on his face.  Katie rolled her eyes, looked at D.T. like she would an idiot and kicked him under the table.

Evelina and Joey held each other tightly as they slowly made their way to the bar.  Joey bought her a cognac, which she downed in two gulps.  She took his hand and led him into the second room, where Yoppie, Linda’s cleanup man, sat by himself.  Evelina talked earnestly in German, then she and Joey followed Yoppie into the third room, where he opened the side door on the south wall for the two lovers.  D.T. watched them crawl in and saw there was a light source and mattress in the little cubbyhole, but not much else.  Katie turned her head to peek around the corner, but the door was already closed and all she saw was the wall.  Yoppie was back in the second room, patiently waiting for a GI to barf and give him something to do.

“Where are they?”  Katie asked.

“Well, Yoppie is a student of German philosophy and so is Evelina,” D.T. said.  “He has a little library in that side room.  I think Evelina took Joey in there to study some texts.  I know he has the complete works of Kant and Nietzche, and maybe some Hegel and Schlegel, too.  Oh, and possibly some Fuerbach.”

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part VIII

By Ray Adams

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     The beers arrived and Billy asked D.T. what his job was.  D.T. wanted to be polite, but knew he couldn’t talk about being  a Russian linguist and spy, especially in a place like Linda’s where anyone might be listening.  He chose a half truth instead.

“I’m involved in language study.  If you saw me in uniform, you’d notice a little pin with an image of the Rosetta Stone on it.”  In fact, his graduation pin from the language institute actually did have a picture of the Rosetta Stone on it.

“What’s that?” Billy said.
“A big breakthrough in linguistics,” D.T. said.  “There were three texts written on the stone, one in Greek, one in the ancient Egyptian language.  Scholars had never been able to translate the Egyptian hieroglyphics before.  So the Greek helped them break the code and before long they could read the writings on the pyramids and neat stuff like that.”

“So that’s what you do?”

“Something like, but I’m more interested in communicating with animals.”

“Which animals?  Sounds neat-o.”

“Have you ever read about the attempt to understand and communicate with Canadian Geese?  Two years ago, there was a breakthrough.  A field investigator was recording a goose at the moment it took a crap.  He realized it was honking, ‘Look out boys, I’m taking a crap now.’  Once they had this Rosetta Honk, the researchers were able to translate other goose honks.  For example, they recorded one goose saying, ‘Look out boys, I’m going to have sex with that fat one over there.’”

“Wow,” Billy said.  “I bet they recognized the ‘Look out boys’ in the second honk from what they had in the first.”

D.T. shook Billy’s hand and said, “Man, there is no doubt in my military mind you would be a cracker jack gooseologist.”

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part VII

by Ray Adams

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     D.T. rubbed his leg where Katie had kicked him. “I never try to judge people’s intelligence or lack thereof,” he said.  “I just can’t pass up a good conversational opportunity when it presents itself.”

“What are you two talking about?”  Joey said.

“We were wondering when you were going to buy us a round of beers.  Oh, and a gin and tonic for Katie.”  D.T. was in the state of tipsiness he most enjoyed.  His brain seemed to be working quicker, his speech wasn’t slurred, and the night was still young.

Evelina wandered in, peering into each corner and even the back rooms, as though searching for someone she knew.  When she spotted D.T., she yelled, “Hey, D.T.!” and wiggled over to their table.

D.T. didn’t think Evelina was as cute as most of the fräuleins, but he had always liked her for her positive attitude, easy smile, and quickness to laugh at his comments.

“Why don’t you buy me a drink, D.T.?”

“I could do that, but don’t be rude.  Meet my American friends.”  He introduced her to Joey, Billy, and Katie.

Joey’s eyes got wide.  “I never met a woman named Evelina before.”

“Why don’t you ask the cute Evelina to dance?”  D.T. said.

The Beatles’ ‘Love me Do’ was playing on the jukebox.  This was a local GI favorite as Du, the German word for Thou sounded the same as Do.  The GI’s would pretend the Beatles were saying Du instead of Do and look deeply into the fräulein’s eyes.  Sometimes it actually worked and the GI got lucky.  Joey didn’t know this, of course, but he held Evelina tighter and tighter as they wrapped themselves around each other to the music.  Evelina squeezed back and kept him on the floor for the next three selections.

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part VI

by Ray Adams

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     Katie’s mouth was wide open.  “Who was that remarkable woman?” she said.  “Your girlfriend?”

“I would never call Martina my girlfriend,” D.T. said.  “Just my friend.  I’ve met a couple of her ex-husbands and I don’t think I’m her type – either physically or mentally.  I think she needs more excitement in her life than I could ever provide.”

“Is there more than one Monika,” Billy said.  “She said ‘Big Monika.’  Is there also a Little Monika?”

“You certainly have a sharp mind, Billy.  There’s no Little Monika, but Big Monika is sometimes called Blonde Monika because she’s blonde.  And then there’s a brunette we call Black Monika.  There’s also a Monika the Beautiful and that’s all the Monikas I know.  In fact, Black Monika’s right over there, sitting next to McRipley.”  D.T. pointed across the room, where a slender fräulein with dark, dyed hair had her leg over the leg of a tow-headed freckled GI.  Her mouth was on his ear, but from where they were, it was impossible to tell if she was merely whispering sweet nothings or exploring his ear’s inner depths with her tongue.

Black Monika unhooked her leg, put her hand in the young GI’s crotch and seemed to fumble with something there.  She lowered her head below the edge of the table in the direction of McRipley’s lap.

“What’s she doing now?” Billy said.

“If you noticed, all the GI’s are wearing suit coats,” D.T. said.  “That’s because our commanding officers feel that’s it’s very important to look sharp when we interact with the German public.  We also pride ourselves on taking good care of our trousers.  Black Monika is undoubtedly afraid that McRipley has some beer stains on his pants.”

“You must think we’re really stupid,” Katie said, kicking D.T. under the table.

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Kant

Finding Kant:  Part V

by Ray Adams

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     D.T. was shocked to hear that his favorite fräulein’s life had been threatened.  “But you seem to be O.K.  He didn’t shoot at you, did he?”

“No, I told him, ‘Look you stupid jerk, if you kill me you won’t be able to screw me will you?  Or did you become one of those necro things you read about?  Is that what it’s come to?  The live ones don’t turn you on anymore?  Well, I’m not dead, so I guess you couldn’t do me anyhow.  So goodbye, Mr. M.P. jerk.  I’m going to Linda’s.  If you put your clothes on, maybe I’ll buy you a beer, you lowlife rapist of the dead!’  So I walked out the door and yelled to my mother that if he don’t leave in five minutes to call the German police, not the American M.P.’s, ’cause they’re all his buddies.  They’d just laugh and give me shit.  But I didn’t want to stick around with a guy who makes it with dead women.  That’s for sure.”

“My God,” D.T. said.  “Is he still there?”

“Do I have eyes in the back of my head or something?  Hey, how come you haven’t bought me a drink?  Don’t you want me to stay?  Oh, I see.  You have company.  Is that an American?  I never knew you liked American women.  Now it all comes out.  D.T., the German girl’s best friend, suddenly reveals that he secretly loves American women.  How sweet!  Hey, has Big Monika been in?”

“You know I’ll always love you and you alone, Martina, but no, I haven’t seen the Big One.  Maybe she’s in the Golden Sun.”

“Nice talking to you, D.T.  See you sometime.  I’m gonna find Big Monika.  She just loves hearing about shit like this.”

“Later, Tina.  Tell Hans to put your drink on my tab.’

“Oh yeah, so I can get charged double,” Martina said as she waved goodbye and scampered out the door.

Dear Readers, These nine stories are now available on both Kindle and Nook for your reading pleasure.  Best wishes, Ray Adams

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