hereiam_1971
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Annabelle Jensen pulled her rented car into the visitors parking stall of Naval Security Group Activity Hawaii. Taking a deep breath she reached into the passenger seat of the Enterprise Ford Focus, for her brief case, which contained her orders. Exiting the car, she felt the warm and humid air and was grateful that it was summer and she wasn’t burdened with the heavy wool of the service blues, but instead wore her white service uniform.
Closing the door, she briskly walked to the main entrance of the distinctly military looking building, which housed her new unit. Entering the building, she looked around for directions to the admin department, where she was to report for duty. The hall was mostly deserted, which only several individuals, in military working uniforms; mostly Navy and Marines, moved with purpose from one area to another. None of them glanced in her direction as she started down the hall to an office marked S-1.
Just before entering the office, she spotted a door marked “ladies” and turning quickly, she opened the door; slipping into the restroom. Stepping in front of the mirror she quickly undid the bun at the back of her head, and just as fast rewrapped her coppery hair around the sock hidden at the base. She again, examined herself in the mirror, turning to see her profile.
Her own green eyes stared back at her, magnified by her glasses, and set in the light tan of her face. The last three months she had spent in Pensacola still had not only tanned her skin, but brought forward a field of freckles. She smoothed the jacket down over her body, and double checking her lipstick, she turned and left the lavatory.
Butterflies began to swirl in her stomach, as she slipped back into the hallway and strode the last ten feet to the door. A Petty Officer stood behind a counter, conversing with a Seaman who was obviously reporting in as well. Two more sailors were seated on a bench to her left, clearly waiting for their turn to meet the admin Petty Officer. Looking across the crowded office, she saw the S-1 adjuncts office door was closed. The office next to it, maybe the CPO’s office, had a sailor standing at attention, his back to Annabelle.
Realizing that there was going to be a wait, she slid onto the edge of the bench, next to a tall boy, in his whites, his hands clasping his own set of orders. Nervously she started to worry her Annapolis ring, as she waited for the Petty Officer to finish with his current business.
Closing the door, she briskly walked to the main entrance of the distinctly military looking building, which housed her new unit. Entering the building, she looked around for directions to the admin department, where she was to report for duty. The hall was mostly deserted, which only several individuals, in military working uniforms; mostly Navy and Marines, moved with purpose from one area to another. None of them glanced in her direction as she started down the hall to an office marked S-1.
Just before entering the office, she spotted a door marked “ladies” and turning quickly, she opened the door; slipping into the restroom. Stepping in front of the mirror she quickly undid the bun at the back of her head, and just as fast rewrapped her coppery hair around the sock hidden at the base. She again, examined herself in the mirror, turning to see her profile.
Her own green eyes stared back at her, magnified by her glasses, and set in the light tan of her face. The last three months she had spent in Pensacola still had not only tanned her skin, but brought forward a field of freckles. She smoothed the jacket down over her body, and double checking her lipstick, she turned and left the lavatory.
Butterflies began to swirl in her stomach, as she slipped back into the hallway and strode the last ten feet to the door. A Petty Officer stood behind a counter, conversing with a Seaman who was obviously reporting in as well. Two more sailors were seated on a bench to her left, clearly waiting for their turn to meet the admin Petty Officer. Looking across the crowded office, she saw the S-1 adjuncts office door was closed. The office next to it, maybe the CPO’s office, had a sailor standing at attention, his back to Annabelle.
Realizing that there was going to be a wait, she slid onto the edge of the bench, next to a tall boy, in his whites, his hands clasping his own set of orders. Nervously she started to worry her Annapolis ring, as she waited for the Petty Officer to finish with his current business.