One night as the sun was going down, Trooper McDonald
entered the all female barracks where we were staying.
She walked in and as usual had her hands
clasped behind her back and said, “Okay, anyone want to go for a run on base
tonight with Trooper Larsen?” The room
went quiet. Each girl looked at each
other, well except for me.
I looked at
Trooper McDonald, and said, “Yes Ma’am! Me, Ma’am! I want to run with Trooper Larsen on base
tonight. Can I?”
She responded, “Yes. Anybody else?” Some girls gasped and others giggled. Then Trooper McDonald, “Okay, come with
me.” I followed behind her, all jittery,
excited. I didn’t want to disappoint
anyone.
Soon enough we were seeing Trooper Larsen, the sun was going
down. Trooper Larsen was a tall,
perfectly built man, with dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. In other words, he was quite the specimen of
a man. Funny back then I had no interest
in dissecting good-looking people.
If I
was on a mission to learn or to get something done. I might notice that the person had some
aesthetic appeal, but I often compartmentalize and maintain the order of the
day. Staying focused on whatever it was
I was accomplishing.
As we waited for any other takers., no one else showed up
but me. It was just Trooper Larsen and
myself as we began to run around base.
He asked, “You have any questions?”
Music to my ears. I wanted to
learned everything I had to do to become a New Jersey Trooper.
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