In The Army Then (5)

My friend M approached my bed in the middle of the night and almost whispered in my ear "Do you smell the hash?" I was not fully asleep, so I got easily alerted by the question. I thought it might not be the best moment to tell him I did not know what the hash smelled like, so I just said "Yea, I think so" He sneaked back in silence to his bunker bed. 

In the morning he opened it up with me again, adding that had the junior officer or even the sergeant of the sleeping hall smelled it, we all would have been screwed up. We guessed N must have been the hash smoker. 

Then the rumor spread out that the junior officer himself was smoking hash with N that night. At hearing the rumor it did not sound very unlikely, since the officer seemed to have a sort of friendly bond with N who used to give us, every now and then, interesting information about the officer himself like he never kissed his fiancée saving their physical intimacy for marriage, or information about the his family in the coastal hometown. The officer was very tough and strict with us though. Of course he never imagined that N circulated personal pieces of information about him. That if we supposed they were true. 

The talk about the incident faded away after few days as we became more preoccupied with the rigorous training for the ceremony of the end of the first phase of the service. The ceremony itself came as a complete disaster, but that was another story.