Long before they were called "cougars", I had a "terrifying" summer on temporary duty at a German antiaircraft range in Northern Germany (Todendorf).
It was 1979, and Warren Zevon was singing songs about going home with waitresses who were actually Russian spies.
About five miles from the base was a lovely town named Lutjenburg, that came to life during the summer, when most Euros took their vacations.
I've never seen a higher concentration of newly divorced women, and they fell in love with my soldiers...we were the only Americans in a 200 mile radius.
It was awesome...lol. A couple mornings a week would find me at my girlfriend's house, having breakfast after closing down the bar at Hotel Ostseeblick. She was a waitress who rented a house with two other friends, both newly divorced women.
Invariably, a couple of my soldiers would come downstairs, and never the same two, expressing surprise as they saw me drinking coffee and eating zweibelrost, a tasty spread of raw hamburger seasoned with onion (it was excellent on toast).