Child, Lee – The Enemy

We forced them down as we hustled south. Then I spent twenty

minutes watching Summer. She had small neat hands. She had

them resting lightly on the wheel. She didn’t blink much. Her

lips were slightly parted and every minute or so she would run

her tongue across her teeth.

‘Talk to me,’ I said.

‘About what?’

‘About anything,’ I said. ‘Tell me the story of your life.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m tired,’ I said. ‘To keep me awake.’

‘Not very interesting.’

‘Try me,’ I said.

So she shrugged and started at the beginning, which was

outside of Birmingham, Alabama, in the middle of the sixties.

She had nothing bad to say about it, but she gave me the

impression that she knew even then there were better ways to

grow up than poor and black in Alabama at that time. She had

brothers and sisters. She had always been small, but she was

nimble,, and she parlayed a talent for gymnastics and dancing

and jumping rope into a way of getting noticed at school. She

was good at the book work too and had assembled a patchwork

of minor scholarships and moved out of state to a college in

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Georgia. She had joined the ROTC and in her junior year the

scholarships ran out and the military picked up the tab in

exchange for five years’ future service. She was now halfway

through it. She had aced MP school. She sounded comfortable.

By that point the military had been integrated for forty years

and she said she found it to be the most colour-blind place in

America. But she was also a little frustrated about her own

individual progress. I got the impression her application to the

110th was make or break for her. If she got it, she was in for

life, like me. If she didn’t, she was out after five.

‘Now tell me about your life,’ she said.

‘Mine?’ I said. Mine was different in every way imaginable.

Colour, gender, geography, family circumstances. ‘I was born in

Berlin. Back then, you stayed in the hospital seven days, so I

was one week old when I went into the military. I grew up on

every base we’ve got. I went to West Point. I’m still in the

military. I always will be. That’s it, really.’

‘You got family?’

I recalled the note from my sergeant: Your brother called. No

message.

‘A mother and a brother,’ I said.

‘Ever been married?’

‘No. You?’

‘No,’ she said. ‘Seeing anyone?’

‘Not right now.’ The either.’

We drove on, a mile, and another.

‘Can you imagine a life outside the service?’ she asked.

‘Is there one?’

‘I grew up out there. I might be going back.’

‘You civilians are a mystery to me,’ I said.

Summer parked outside Kramer’s room, I guessed for

authenticity’s sake, a little less than five hours after we left

Walter Reed. She seemed satisfied with her average speed. She

shut the motor down and smiled.

‘I’ll take the lounge bar,’ I said.”You speak to the kid in the

motel office. Do the good cop thing. Tell him the bad cop is

right behind you.’

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We slid out into the cold and the dark. The fog was back.

The street lights burned through it. I felt cramped and airless.

I stretched and yawned and then straightened my coat and

watched Summer head past the Coke machine. Her skin flared

red as she stepped through its glow. I crossed the road and

headed for the bar.

The lot was as full as it had been the night before. Cars and

trucks were parked all around the building. The ventilators

were working hard again. I could see smoke and smell beer in

the air. I could hear music thumping away. The neon was

bright.

I pulled the door and stepped into the noise. The crowd

was wall-to-wall again. The same spotlights were burning.

There was a different girl naked on the stage. There was the

same barrel-chested guy half in shadow behind the register. I

couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was looking at my lapels.

Where Kramer had worn Armored’s crossed cavalry sabres

with a charging tank over them, I had the Military Police’s

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