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He asked me what was for dinner. He went down there and chewed them up and down, something torrential apparently, for not giving me dinner. Every troop in the US Army deserves a meal. Nobody told me. I didn't know for months. I knew only they didn't like-me. I didn't put it together.
I got to grow my hair long on top. I spent a lot of time in Athens. When not riding to town with Youkey in his little white sports car, I took the deuce and a half as they called it. A big truck with canvas back and benches each side to sit, and we were all going into town. The first stop in Athens was a favorite souvlaki stand, a small eatery near the metro going down-town to Omonia Square the center of Athens, where I always went by-myself. No one else got-off there except as an exception. The truck went on to the US Air-base, and then out along the Mediterranean shore to a bar with prostitutes. That is were they all went, if not the Air-base for cafeteria dinner and maybe a movie in a big theater there. I did that once in awhile, and remember particularly seeing "Splendor in the Grass" with Natalie Wood famous of "Rebel Without a Cause" of the era.
I usually headed into the Plaka, the oldest section of Athens dating back to the glory days. The streets were narrow and side-walks skinny. Most people walked in the streets. A car or small-truck coming along, had to proceed at a crippled snail's pace. For me it was quite a treat, with all the shops open fronted, meat hanging in sometimes fly swarms, real markets: cheese, olives, bread, vegetables and every kind of house-hold ware, and the tourist trinkets now and then.
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