Sarge In The Wheat Field
By: Mojo

sarge coming through a field of wheat wearing his uniform. it was all ragged and dirty but it matched his sweaty, dirty face. his camo helmet laid back on his head so those beautiful blond curls could peek out and surround his face. he's sauntering along with his tommy gun in front of him and his wrists over the stock and barrel of the gun. he stopped and pulled out a long stem of wheat and was chewing on it, smiling as he walked. it was very hot and he was soaked in sweat. when he looks up he sees a beautiful woman coming into the field from the other direction. she was different looking, like no one he'd ever seen or met before. she was a little dark with dark hair flowing in the little breeze beginning to start up. she wore a linen shirt with nothing underneath and a skirt that floated when she walked.. she also wore a lot of beads and bangles, and smelled like the earth. he stopped and watched her coming at him. he was in awe of her. he really did like those platform sandals she was wearing, and the toes being painted just really turned him on. she was so close to him he could almost touch her. she stopped directly in front of him, her eyes were so blue, just like his. they held each other with their eyes. looking into each others souls. they just know they were supposed to be together. he dropped his thompson and took her in his arms and kissed her hard and deep and she kissed him right back just as hard and deep. they slowly sank to the ground surrounded by the waist high wheat. they fell into each others arms and she gave him so much pleasure he thought he would die. she touched him all over, even in places even he hadn't been touched before. when they finally parted they realized they didn't even know each others names. she simply started walking away from him and ran and danced her way across the field. he tried to call to her and catch up with her but she acted like she didn't want that so he stopped. she was so dazzling he kept thinking maybe it didn't really happen. however he knew it had. he felt so young and eager and healthy! he was so sticky with sweat he sat down again and loosened his shirt again and poured cold water from his canteen over his head and let it run down his back and over his chest, pooling at his belly button. he laid back and thought about the girl again. who she was, where she came from, how she smelled and looked at him. he got up and donned his camo, pulling his thompson over in front of him and rested his wrists on the stock and barrel. he felt so young and vital again. he thanked her with a whisper to the wind and sauntered out of the field.