During a week layover at home, I reconnected with my girlfriend - the one who had sent me a "Dear John" while in Officer Candidate School - and we "reconnected." Yes, I was really that dumb. (That last statement shouldn't require any explanation if you think about it or if you have been following my blog for any time.)
When I arrived at Ben Harrison, I was told that there was only one room left at the Bachelor Officer's Quarters on post. I slipped away and didn't return until after another lieutenant had taken it. That way I was able to collect a substantial amount of TDY (Temporary Duty) money for living off post, and was able to replenish my savings that were sorely depleted after I had to buy new uniforms as an officer.
I met up with three other lieutenants who had graduated from Officer Candidate School with me and we found a two-bedroom apartment to rent by the week. It was located in a building filled with a surprising number of young women. Only one of the other lieutenants was married and we became popular additions to the community.
The girls took pity on us and we were treated to many "home cooked" meals. Unfortunately, most were pretty bad and the guys insisted that I do the cooking. (I had been cooking since I was eleven years old.)
A trio of young women lived across the hall and I became friends with one of them. Unfortunately, I maintained a hands off policy in deference to the girl back home (yeah, the one who had sent me the "Dear John" and who would repeat the performance while I was in Vietnam. Now you must understand the part about me being really dumb.)