My Conversation with an anti-American

[kellychaos]

When I was a soldier in Pusan, South Korea, my friends and I met some Russian sailors who shared their vodka under the table in a brothel bar. Only a couple of the officers spoke English and, even then, very brokenly. Technically, we shouldn't have spoken to them at all especially in the comprimised state of drunkeness. It was all pretty harmless as we stayed well clear of any military talk. They asked us a lot of questions about rock bands and such. They were very nice and asked us to buy blue jeans for them on post and wanted to know if we would tape some "american-style" rock and roll. We were going to scam them as their was no way they could come on post and plus they probably had to leave in a couple of days anyway. We did not ... partly because we wanted to go to the same bar the next day and partly because they were genuinely nice guys who didn't seem like "the enemy" As I was not too much of a world traveler, this acquaintence brought out an epiphany in me ... sort of a "they could just as easily be me" kind of thing ... Hell, I even taped the rock music for them.