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# "THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE"

by tcs1963

Friday night and I needed a drink. After a long and arduous work week, I just wanted to forget my problems and listen to some music.

When I punched out, I made my way home to shower and shave, then I walked down the block to my favorite watering hole.

I walked in to "Tex's Bar and Grill" and I didn't even have time to put my ass in the stool before Milly, the barmaid had my draft beer and Crown Royal on the rocks in front of me.

I figured I would sit and drown my sorrows with a private celebration before the holiday. Easter Sunday was coming up and I would be spending it alone as usual, ever since my divorce.

The bar wasn't busy so I was happy to keep Milly company and catch a nice buzz to help me sleep. I knew I deserved a few drinks after the busy workweek.

Just as I finished my first draft, she came walking in. Her dress blues caught my attention first. And then her sparkling green eyes.

And with an impeccable posture that beautiful young lady marched right up to the bar very proudly, I just couldn't help to take notice.

She stood and ordered herself a drink from Milly. That's when I waved at Milly and pointed at my cash on the bar, letting her know that I was buying the lady a drink.

She sat down on her stool and removed her head cover. That's when I saw those magnificent Auburn curls cascading down her back.

Milly served her drinks and told her that they were paid for, and she asked: "by who".

Milly smiled and nodded in my direction.

The soldier looked down at me, mouthing a "thank you" and giving me a wink.

That's when I took the initiative to move and take a stool next to hers.

"Hi, how are you, Miss?" I spoke politely, "May I?" as I took the seat next to hers. "Thank you for your service."

She said, "Hello, how are you, Sir?" and took a long sip of her whiskey on the rocks.

Things got very silent for a few seconds as I became amazed at how beautiful she was, and I also realized how alone she seemed.

I ordered us another round and I went to use the restroom. Stopping on my way back to hit the jukebox.

I pushed a few buttons and walked back to my seat and took a sip just as, "If Tomorrow Never Comes, " by Garth Brooks, started playing.

The next thing I know, that beautiful young soldier had tears in her eyes.

I immediately grab her hand and gently turned her towards me. Wrapping my arms around, and hugging her close, as I apologized.

Asking her, "What is the matter, and could I help?"

All the while, telling her how sorry I was and gently caressing her to my chest. Her young firm frame feeling so at home against me.

That's when she looked up and pressed her plump lips against mine. I was utterly taken aback, me being older and not the most beautiful man in the country.

When the kiss didn't end like a father-daughter peck, I pulled her tighter against me.

She whispered lightly, "I'm leaving in the morning for the Turkish border, and I'm kind of afraid. Would you stay with me for the night and hold me like this?"

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, but I looked at Milly and asked for a quart of "Crown Royal."

Looking at the young soldier, I grabbed the bottle and her hand and walked her out of the bar and back to my place.

Soon as we were at the front door, I pulled her close and kissed her more deeply. Feeling her body react to mine.

She knew how to make this old man feel incredibly virile. I took her in and poured us drinks.

Without many words, it got really hot and much more intimate on my couch.

Needless to say, my hands and lips moved across her nubile body, as if I was playing an instrument.

She was "moaning" and "cooing" like no woman ever has before, so I continued on, trying to give her a sexual memory she would never forget.

I slowly removed her clothes right there on the sofa, using every part of my being to pleasure every part that came into view.

Licking and kissing her most intimate parts. My fingers sliding in her so deep and feeling her wetness.

We barely spoke a word the whole evening. Just drinking and playing with each other through the night. She had my cock harder than Chinese arithmetic, almost all night long.

Finally, we passed out on my living room floor. Either from drunkenness or exhaustion, I don't know. But I slept so soundly. It was a night I'll never forget.

Waking up, I noticed I was alone and I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself.

Upon entering, I saw written in sexy red lipstick on my bathroom mirror, "You were wonderful last night, and I had a magnificent time with you, Thank you."

That's when I realized I didn't even know her name, and she didn't know mine. The most remarkable evening I have had in decades and I knew nothing besides, she was a soldier and was being deployed to Turkey.

I cleaned up myself and my house, but for weeks after, her perfume wouldn't come out of the sofa. I was glad because every sweet whiff of her scent reminded me of that wonderful evening that I spent with an amazing woman, that I didn't even know.

A couple of months later, I was sitting in "Tex's Bar" after work. Drinking to end my work week and I reached over the bar and grabbed the newspaper.

There she was in the picture, looking so proud with her dress blues in the picture, and written underneath was the story of her death by an IED roadside bomb, driving through Turkey.

My eyes teared up and Milly questioned "Why", but I just ordered another drink and went to the jukebox and played Garth Brooks. Raising my glass I thought, " Thank you for your service, sweet soldier."

The End...

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