Out in the Woods Memory

It's night and I'm sitting by a campfire. In front of me is the fire and beyond the fire is a dark area of trees about fifty yards. Behind me is forest that curves around to my left and meets with the tree line in front of me. To my right is a jagged forest border and an open area that goes far off in the distance. I'm sitting on a rock and leaning my elbows upon my knees. I'm on a small slow slope. I'm alone and waiting for someone to return. It's a nice night out. It is also moonless and rather dark. I'm waiting for more than one person. It is taking them awfully long and I'm starting to get suspicious. It's very dark out.

I listen to the fire crackle and hiss, but I also listen for other sounds. The heat feels good even though it's not that cold out. I'm expecting them to come back and try to scare me. I wait. They come stumbling out of the woods hanging onto each other laughing. They got lost. They are pretty drunk and continue to laugh. I want to know how someone can get lost while going off to piss. They don't know and laugh some more. I think one could be Kurt Wolff. The other one is tall and dark haired. He was holding Kurt up. Kurt sits down on the ground right from where he was standing and smiles his usual sweet grin. He gives me this knowing look like mischief is on his mind.

The other one offers me a drink from the wine bottle that he's been gulping from. I drink from it and whatever it is, it's strong and not very good. I liked what I was drinking earlier better. It was now gone. I'm guessing white wine. The other fellow is either Karl Allemröder or Lothar. We are all restless, and nothing is worse than being restless, drunk, and horny. I think Lothar and Karl are both present. Lothar came back with more firewood and wants his share of the vile stuff we're drinking. Things get pretty jumbled here due to our drinking. Either way we found a way to amuse ourselves.