The Argument Memory

This memory has sexual content.

This memory also fully surfaced after I had someone take me through the steps to put myself in a relaxed state of mind. I was trying to open my mind to figure out why I had dark feelings surrounding my friendship with Oswald Boelcke. In this life I had encountered a person that I befriended and felt to be Oswald Boelcke. This person suddenly without provocation ended our friendship.  I think that this series of memories are a clue as to what may lay hidden in our past.

There are three of us fooling around in Boelcke's office. It was Boelcke, myself, and another officer and we each had a lady to occupy ourselves with. I think we had been drinking. The fellow with the unknown identity is making out with his girl on a bed?, which I thought earlier was the desk. The furniture seems to shift back and forth in this room. Either way, it is under the window towards the back of the room. It could be Erwin B., but I could be wrong.

Something happens between Boelcke and the woman he is fooling around with. This is not the nurse. This woman had shoulder length wavy blonde hair. She is upset and so is he. They were fooling around on a bed or couch that was next to the door and wall.

He storms out the door. She sits up and is saying something. The "problem" is sexual in nature.  The lady I am with and I take notice while the other couple are intense in their sexual play. The woman I am with is very close friends with the upset blonde. She is concerned about her friend. I get the impression that these two women did a lot of activities together like share guys. She wants me to to go over and make her friend feel better. I don't think she merely means giving the blonde lady a hug and kind words either.

So I go over there because she is really quite upset. I don't like seeing people so upset. I figure I will do what I can to get her to calm down and at least shut her up for a bit. I talk with the blonde woman and she shrugs her shoulders in dismay and makes gestures. I think she was really looking forward to having sex with "the famous Oswald Boelcke". Then she looks at me and then puts both hands on the top of my shoulders and she pulls me closer to her. I get the idea by her smile that she wants me to finish what Boelcke started.

I look over at the woman who I was with and she is smiling as if to say, please do. So I lay this blonde lady back and finish giving her pleasure. After a few minutes, Boelcke comes back in. I feel a bit stupid, but he stormed out, and she was only a casual f--k. He glares at me funny and then at her. They start to argue rather strongly. I start to pull back from her and she sits up and turns to argue with him. You'd think they were an old married couple.

I think she has completely forgotten that I am still inside her, so I remove myself and go back to the woman that I was originally with. She puts her arms around me and hugs me as if to say she was happy that I had sex with her friend. A strange woman I think to myself.

Boelcke and the blonde are practically screaming at each other. He suddenly tenses up and then storms out the door again. The blonde woman is upset. The woman that I am with talks with me and we get up and walk over to the blonde lady. She pulls her dress down and tries to regain her composure. (I also kinda get the impression that these two women might be lovers.)

I really did not want to be involved in this kind of upset. I just wanted to have some fun. The three of us go out the door. It is night. The moon is full, sky is clear and it is very nice out. We walk across an open area and towards a tall brick building that appears to be 2 or 3 stories tall. There are lights on in the building.

This memory can right after the previous one.

The pilots and officers are lined up along the edge of the airfield. I see a row of shrubs that have been cut back across the field. The planes would land and take off from a right to left and left to right from the position that we are standing. The building are all to our far right at the edge of the airfield. It is about 9:00 am and the sun is shining and there are a few clouds in the sky. The air is moist and a little cool but comfortable. The grass is also damp. We are lined up for inspection. We wait at attention.

Boelcke comes to me, gives me a cold stern eye and then passes me. I think he is angry with me. He goes to he next fellow and then at some point he comes back to me. He is yelling at me. I don't know what he is saying. I also feel a bit bewildered at what he is complaining about. It is something small and trivial, but I get the impression that it is incorrect. He does have the right to tell me that this small thing is incorrect.

I don't exactly know how or what happened, but he slaps me hard across the face, which shocks the hell out of me. I think it may have shocked the other men too. I tried my best to take it without much reaction. I don't know how well I did. But I do know that his action upset someone enough that they complained to High Command. I think that is where the next memory flash comes in. (I didn't complain to High Command even though it would have been my right to do so.)

The next relevant memory.

I am walking into Boelcke's office and he is sitting at his desk and there is another man in uniform standing very straight in front of the desk. This is some kind of official meeting. The man comes from higher up the ranks.

The next memory flash is that I am standing in the center of the buildings at that airfield and I look all around. I know that he is gone. Boelcke is gone. I feel that the memories just shared here all happened within five days to a week and that it ended with Boelcke's death.