I was a fairly modest person (though some childhood friends would certainly dispute that) until an incident at the 7th Radio Research Field Station near Udorn, Thailand. That’s where I was a Morse Code interceptor for the U.S. Army Security Agency.
At the 7th, we worked 12-hour shifts with one day a month off. That day, I planned to sleep in.
No way. The house girls arrived with an American-middle-school style of teasing and joyful banter. Then they turned off the air conditioning, which brought the climate up to their standards: hot and humid.
Sleep ended. My bedding became very uncomfortable.
Sweaty, I grabbed a towel, put it around me and walked past the clucking clutch of young women to the showers. Unfortunately, the Army had just installed a washing machine next to the shower entrance. I thought it was for us, however, the girls had taken it over — to bypass paying…
