A Caleb Timmermans adaptation of Timothy Finley's novel "The Wars".
"May I take your coat Cap'n?" asked an older Negro woman with her arm extended into my direction. Her eyes were glistening when I looked into them. Her skin was wrinkled like an old piece of leather that wasn't taken care of. I pointed to myself asking if she was speaking to me. She smiled back and nodded. "May I take your coat?" she asked again sweetly. Her arm still extended, I took off my coat and laid it on her arm. I had forgotten to remove the money from my pocket. I wanted to ask her for my coat back to do so, but thought that she might take offense to my request, and left it on her arm. The coat was given to me when I joined the army, a green color. To be honest, I didn't like that coat much; it felt quite picky on my skin and left me with a rash under my arms when I would sweat in it. The lady as she turned away and left into another room with my coat, along with other coats, in hand. .
I stood in the hallway of the "house of whores", as the guys and I called it, waiting nervously for my turn to be serviced. As I stood there I wondered if anyone actually liked coming to these places, or if they did it just to show how much of a man they were in front of their friends. I hated that place. I didn't want to be there, but I also didn't want anyone to know that, for the names that would ensue after they had found out, mostly about a man's sexuality.
I could feel the eyes of the albino, that greeted me when I came in, staring me down. I glanced over at him, but quickly looked away, not wanting him to see that I knew he was looking at me. I called him Goliath with the other guys, because he was enormously tall probably around seven and a half feet. His hair was white and his skin was quite pale like he had been dipped into bleach. He never spoke, when we entered the whorehouse; he just nodded a friendly nod to each of us. When he did, I noticed his eyes, they were white also and seemed as though they had been removed and rolled in icing sugar.