I lived in Germany for a summer late 70's.. my bil was is the Army.
Underarm hair etc did not bother me if the woman was hot. I saw a young hottie at Panera bread a few weeks back light leg hair..did no bother me because her hotness overpowered the leg hair. If i was a single guy and she asked me to go at it I surely would not turned her down.
@Night Hides Not
When the lights went out, it really didn't matter. I was on a TDY in Northern Germany during the summer of '79. The nearby town, Lutjenburg, came to life during the summer. It seemed to be a favored spot for newly divorced women. The woman I dated shared a house with two of her friends.
Depending on my work schedule, i.e. the time I had to be onsite, I'd usually help the owner of Hotel Ostseeblick close down the bar as the sun was rising at around 4 AM. I'd then head to the house for breakfast of coffee and zwiebelrost (that's what I called it, it was basically raw hamburger with onion seasoning, spread on toast). Invariably, I'd surprise two of my soldiers coming down the stairs after spending the night...I never saw the same two soldiers...lol.
I was a big hit with my troops that summer. They did a great job for me under what could have been difficult circumstances due to our isolation and distance from home station. I called one soldier's Group Commander after getting nowhere with his chain of command, the poor kid hadn't been paid for six weeks. That afternoon, a jeep was put on the road to deliver the check.
I caught some flak for a few of my decisions, mostly for acting outside the chain of command. I was usually the acting CO, as my boss spent half the time at home dealing with marital problems. Our support came from Bremerhaven, 200 miles to the west, and I spent two days out of the week to turn in meal money, or meet with those whose vehicles and equipment we were borrowing. I was often in situations that required immediate action, so I did what I thought was best. It was funny: it really pi$$ed off the staff pukes, while those in actual command understood it, even if they didn't agree with me.
It was simply one of the best summers of my life.
Spent a lot of evenings at the local disco, not one woman there shaved. Made so many friends that summer, I'd make the 400 mile drive on most long weekends. Only took 5 hours, thanks to the autobahn. Partying on NY's Eve was a marathon, didn't end until around 8 AM...they didn't have any bowl games to watch like we do.
A few months before the assignment, I had completed a couple of German immersion courses on base. They took my German skills to a new level, and that summer just added to it. Although I was assigned an interpreter, the German base commander pulled me aside after the first meeting, and told me to "ditch the interpreter", my German was just as good.
