Iraqi Gold Mine

"Will you look at that shit." It was a 3rd ID Soldier sharing the same side of the table with me. He wasn't talking to me but I was close enough to hear. The two Specialists with him twisted in their chairs, following his intent stare. I looked as well. The target was a shaply female Soldier, DCU fabric nicely contoured to her ass, the seam disappearing at the joining of her thighs.

The four of us watched her move down the serving line, over to the salad bar, set her tray down, and go back for something to drink. Even though it was after midnight and the chow hall was nearly empty she didn't seem to notice us watching her every move. She had an enduring habit of pushing a stray strand of her brown hair back over her left ear.

None of us said a word until the female sat down. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the Soldier who had spoken. He was still watching her as he shoved some fries in his mouth and began chewing with neither relish or pleasure, "Bitch is sitting on a gold mine and doesn’t even know it."