Double Edged Sword: Jack Daniels, King Cobra(not the beer), and an Outside Shower @ Vietnam

I promised this to my Spanish friend on WP, CharlyPriest. http://charlypriest.wordpress.com/

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Semper Fidelis

Still crazy after all these years.  

Double Edged Sword: Jack Daniels, King Cobra(not the beer), and an Outside Shower @ Vietnam

As most of you know, I’m near the top 1% of senior citizens here on WP and Tumblr and maybe even Twitter. I was talking to a friend from Spain who suggested that I share some old “life and war stories” from my “checkered past.” Between raising Twin Nieces and Nephew, 4 Grands (2 sets of brother/sister twins) and enjoying Nature nestled up in the hills of Tennessee (boonies, take a left at Lost in the woods, find a dead end street and when you see the gate across the road, dial 3-668-746-6863 to arrive alive). Or at the sound of Rottweilers, just sit in your car, place it in park and wait for a 25% scaled Jeep, it’ll be driven by my Nieces, and the old guy that looks like Grizzly Adams will be Grandpa George. Don’t forget to bring your insurance card, you just never know what happens back this far from civilization.

Years ago and many miles away, I found myself on an international all expenses paid tour sponsored by the US government, Department of Defense, United States Navy as a member of the United States Marine Corps (not corpse as a certain politician often pronounces it) (it is pronounced as core, as in apple core, for the unknowingly non military folks out here). My job was to crawl, walk, run and sometimes dive into less than perfect ground conditions (mud, creeks, rivers, swamps and the like) and still stay alive. Avoiding multiple dangerous species of wildlife (living in water and on dry land and up in trees), poisonous plants, bothersome insects was the daily challenge. Some unhappy people, like the Vietcong who saw me and my olleagues as invaders, trespassers often decided to make us targets for their wide range of conventional and homemade weapons and explosive devices.

In my first month in country, I was still a novice Marine, I wasn’t the one to walk away from a dare or wager that might cause anyone to doubt my dedication to the Corps or my 19 year old manhood or bravery (I learned quickly the real meaning of Jarhead). I discovered Jack Daniels at a remarkably cheap price, maybe 5% over cost and tax-free, at the local base watering hole. It was so smooth and needed nothing but ice or water to make it the perfect “calm me down after a scary few days of “search, engage and hopefully come back in one piece” patrolling.

Older and experienced Marines or OldTimers in any military branch were always waiting to let you prove yourself in a multitude of “I really should have known better” contests, wagers, and dares on the ignorant and willing “newbies.” Sometimes, with the exception of actual combat, I look back and reflect on those people and realize the OldTimers were the second most dangerous wildlife species on our military post. Number one for me would always be a King, or any other species of Cobra.

USMC King Cobra

One night, my unit, well most of us, had survived a nasty run-in with a VC unit and were ever so glad to be “Home” and given 2 days to unwind. One of the OldTimers was at the end of his last tour before returning stateside for Retirement. Party time was the order of business, as well as someone being selected to accompany him back to main base operations to bring back supplies. The Old Guard decided the Winner of their latest “challenge” would be the Lucky one.

Cheap and abundant liquor, young rookies full of testosterone, and judgments impaired by competition in a warzone located in a foreign jungle, what could possibly go wrong????????????????????????

The contest would actually be very simple, each of us would put $10 into a hat, which would cover the price of the liquor and the remaining monies would be given to the last man standing (should’ve been named last man with surviving brain cells). Not only would someone be the Winner and “lucky man,” but also possibly win a nice bit of change. Fifths of Jim Beam would be set in front of each contender (10 of us were “enticed and encouraged”), at Gunnie’s beginning to sing the Marine Hymn, we would uncap and commence to drink the entire bottle without taking the bottle from our lips or taking a breath. If you didn’t complete both requirements, you were disqualified and “out.”

To be totally honest, after the first bottle, and until I awoke the next morning, the middle part is gone forever. Skip to early the next morning, about 5:30am. I was aroused from my worst hangover ever and the first ever in the corner of an outside shower stall which was also next to an outside latrine (men’s “room”). If that wasn’t bad enough, I was totally naked, and with multiple cuts from an apparent broken glass bottle of Jack Daniels #7 whiskey. Then while trying to assess my injuries, my eyes caught a blurry bloody image of something, and suddenly I was fully awake and began to scream for medical assistance. Of course, it probably resembled the squealing of some school teacher that had just seen her first scorpion up close and very personal.

JD 7 Broken bottle

Corpsman (medic) arrived quickly, he was 2 stalls over, with towel wrapped around his midsection, and promptly pronounced the snake dead on arrival, apparently it died from brunt force trauma or alcohol poisoning itself. None of the cuts on my feet appeared to come from snake bit, but because of the amount of alcohol in my system, he wasn’t sure if I killed the Cobra with the bottle or it died from biting me multiple times on my feet. At that time I didn’t appreciate his humore, not one little bit.

Later in the day after a little rest and recovery, I still had questions that will probably never be answered. But I learned a few valuable lessons that day: 1) if the winner of a contest is the last man standing, it’s probably a really stupid and/or dangerous undertaking, 2) never take a bottle of JD#7 into an outside shower stall unless you’re willing to defend your life with it, 3) if a King Cobra likes Jack Daniels, just pour him a glass and don’t spill it, remember alcohol abuse, and 4) never drink Jim Beam again without mixing it, it might make you forget the best details of an old war story.

george

King Cobras don’t share, beware.

USMC Live Cobra

46 thoughts on “Double Edged Sword: Jack Daniels, King Cobra(not the beer), and an Outside Shower @ Vietnam

  1. George, honestly, you really need to write a book! You can hold an audience captive with your words, I kid you not. I don’t know about Charlie, but I LOVED this story. I hope you learned your lesson, (usually the biggest ones are from our own stupidity) and never drank like that again. Those old times should have been court marshalled! Just sayin’! Talk about stupid and downright mean! So glad you are alive to tell the tale! (((HUGS))) Amy

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    • Why thank you so much for the kind words, my dear Friend. One of the same OldTimers, pulled me out of the jungle and dragged me over 3 miles to safety after plugging a hole or three. He’s one of the reasons I’m still here and head of my Clan. His wife died a while back, after his medical issues are resolved, he’ll be joining us here on our property with a newly renovated small apartment of his own. Girlies love Uncle John so much and he’ll be a welcome addition until the next phase of our lives arrives. Sometimes we got pushed around, but in the end, we left no one behind or alone. I am ever so grateful that I’m here to tell these old stories.)))) indeed

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      • I melted all over the place hearing these words. You really have such a great Heart, George. I understand about the buddy system in Nam as well. I wish you and my hubby knew one another because his attitude is so sour and to get him to enjoy life is like pulling teeth. His attitude is going to get him a spot in the ground, my friend. I keep telling him he has so much yet to live and I encourage him with his photography, but he is like and has been for a long time, the walking dead. Sorry, George. It’s been a rough patch with him lately. I get all teary eyed knowing there are Nam Vets who are full of life! Thank you for letting me see this in you thereby giving me encouragement to keep encouraging him.

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      • I refuse to let tragedy and any other negatives ruin or change my life. Life is for the living. After having 8 bypasses on an early Saturday morning, I asked my Dr, when could I go home. He said when I could walk around the unit without assistance twice in mornings and afternoons, pass my breathing therapy exercises(little box with floating balls, like a bingo machine, had to keep 6 in air for a minute), keep blood pressure down and go to bathroom alone, then get outta here. I was so anxious, I would grab my IV roller and start walking around, I’d pop in on other patients and tell them they needed to get up and move, Hell, beds are for the sick and dying and hospitals are where you catch staph infections. Tuesday morning, I had to call Sis to pick me up, Dr wouldn’t let me drive myself home in a rental car. Two days later 6 people caught staph infections. I hadn’t felt so good in years, I could breath pretty fully again without pain or gasping. The next year I had lung transplant and started over. I chose to live for my Clan and myself. I still cry over documentaries and movies, but I choose to live every day like it was my last and make sure my Clan knows how I love them. Yeah, sometimes they say, We know that, but I never want a doubt to exist. Never walk away from anyone angry or upset. What if it’s the last words? It’s a tough pill to live with when you remember your last words with a loved one or dear Friend and it was in anger or disgust. I vowed never to suffer through that again. Life’s too short to hold grudges, for revenge, for self-pity or for anything that doesn’t make you smile, laugh, or feel good about yourself. Cut the sour, keep the cream._)))))))))))

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      • Your philosophy is mine. I wasn’t walking for almost 2 years due to 2 botched back surgeries, and when I managed to walk again all on my own and then get off the zillion drugs docs gave me, every day I embraced to live. Then I got hit when my thyroid quit, was misdiagnosed for over one year until I just walked into a specialist’s office and would not leave until seen. That man in that office visit diagnosed me and began to prescribe the right medication to get my thyroid working again. It took a while not to feel as if I was dying, but finally the medication took and today, I feel find! Yes, George, life is for the living, and one day, one I know, will realize this, but it will be too late. I don’t do pity parties. I do LIFE. Only a person can choose Life. No one else. (((HUGS))) Amy

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      • Amen, we can only pray that some folks will wake up and realize how much valuable time they have wasted NOT LIVING to the fullest. I know stuff gets to us at times, but can’t let it keep us down and out forever. Gracious, it riles me sometimes when I see folks wasting the most valuable commodity on earth, Time living. I wasted enough on pitying myself years ago, I ran over my subscription and not planning on ever renewing it. Hugs and prayers for your strength, my dear Amy.

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      • Bless you, my friend! Bless you! I just came in from standing in the warm sunshine and talking to my neighbors. I feel renewed and relaxed and after I feed my cats plan on getting into my car, go to the park and go for a nice long walk. OH glorious sunshine today! I am embracing every bit of it that I can.

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      • Remember when you told me an ex-priest set you right when you were being a selfish jerk, well, that is what my husband needs … a swift kick in the butt. Everyone babies him including his counselor which you really do not want to know what I think about that. Everyone babies him but me, and you can guess how well that goes over. He is so busy playing the victim and chin on shoes, he sees nothing else. I swore I would not give up on this man, yet lately, I have been getting close. I am the only one who stands up to him and speaks Truth and you can just guess how far that goes. I’ve stopped enabling him years ago, but no one else will. Thanks for listening, friend. I wish I had the power to shake that man until his teeth rattled and point the way to him. He refuses to see what a good life he has and the Love he has, only the problems he sees and then the drama begins about those problems. All who know this man need to walk Tough Love with me. Sad to say, that is not going to happen.

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      • You need to talk to his counselor, not to discuss your husband’s personal detailed medical stuff, due to privacy, they’ll refuse probably. But to let them know that, first, yes, he has issues, but secondly Enabling and playing into Victimhood DOESN”T WORK. Compassion and Empathy aside, he’s still an Adult and needs to begin to act like one. No one can change what he’s been through except him. Alcoholics and Addicts are all the same, regardless of whichever addiction they hold, UNTIL they face the problem and accept responsibility and want to change, everything anyone else does is wasted time. Once I had to kick a Son out on his own at 17, long story, less than a year later, he asked his Mom to come back, she said only under house rules and a legal contract in writing. Yes, it hurt deeply, but we had to look at future and didn’t want to be the blame for him becoming a drag on society and a heartbreaker for the rest of our lives. I even told him if he screwed up, I’d change our last names so no one would know we were related. Thankfully, Tough Love worked that time. He had to decide what to do with his life, but if he’d chosen differently, Mom would’ve tanked him. Enabling isn’t love and neither is pity. Adults need to make adult decisions, and even Vets don’t earn my pity unless they’re doing everything in their power to improve. I counsel young Vets and I tell them while we may be “Brothers from Different Mothers,” don’t expect pity or excuses from me. Respect has to be earned. Leaving no man behind applies to ourselves as much as others. We can’t forget our responsibilities, especially to ourselves, just because it’s hard or uncomfortable. We are worth it and no one else can fix what we refuse to. Period. I’ve refused to counsel some vets purely for that reason. I volunteer to help, so I can pick and choose. As a mute, it’s not easy, but I make my points and demand participation and effort. Just bc I’m quiet doesn’t mean I will be ignored or marginalized. I’m borderline nasty when crossed or when expected to help with Poor Poor Pitiful Me parties. Ain’t gonna happen on my watch.

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      • How I Love you, George! I understand in spades what Tough Love is. My husband will not allow me anywhere near his counselor because he knows if I do, I will spill like no tomorrow. I do not respect this counselor, for he is only feeding the victim, unwilling to give hubby the swift kick to wake him up. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s as though this man attracts people who baby him, pamper him, coddle him, and then there is me who stands up to him and does not allow him to get away with jack sh*t. If you knew the extent I have gone to straighten this man out, you wouldn’t believe me. The results on his part worked for a bit after I did extreme measures, but he always slides back into poor me. Puts my teeth on edge, my friend. I’m getting to the point of throwing the towel in. If you also knew the hells I’ve been through, you would get how in choosing to live, I refuse to allow the past to destroy me. No way, Jose! I’ve faced my demons and told them to get out and stay out. I’ve been through more wars then my husband, yet I just will not allow evil to destroy me. And I shall walk this to my last breath. New peeps need to come into hubby’s life to set that man right. He is lost without direction, as if still in the platoon awaiting orders. I too could write a book or two. But I again choose to focus on Beauty, on Love, on Truth, and keep my eyes in a flower so that I can remain over the darkness below. (smile) Seems we both are passionate people, you and I.

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      • You can only pray for change, keep doing what you’re doing and pray for more patience, understanding and discernment. People have to choose to change. Love can help, but decision is ultimately theirs. I chose to live, not wallow or hide or deny.

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      • And that, my friend, is exactly what I do. And then my eyes go to what I LOVE to do making my day grand! I’m kinda leery about praying for more patience. I’ve asked that and OH did I ever get life circumstances requiring patience. My ability to rise above the mundane has been weakened some from the emotions I am dealing with regarding my Dad. I’ll get back into Flow and stay there. Today is the first day I’ve felt this strong as I do since my Dad passed. I will also keep encouraging hubby to use the camera I bought him, because he is really good, and I mean really good! Yet the rest is up to him.

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      • Indeed, we have potholes and speed bumps, but we keep on driving forward, senseless to get drawn backwards. You may be right on asking for more patience part, sometimes I realize I need to be more specific. It’s my penance for not formulating my requests exactly and taking short cuts.)))
        Thankfully, I’ve found strength in conflict and tragedies, I’m still working on patience and patients, too. I know God has a purpose and a sense of humore (I have mirrors) ;<))))))))))))))

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      • No doubt whatsoever God has a sense of humor, George. Seriously I have found Grace, Healing, and Strength, all through traversity. I have also found myself, after years of really not knowing. As for patience I have more then enough. I do admit when it comes to actual study of the photography editing programs I have, I have very little patience for that. More and more I just want to BE, have FUN, enjoy Life, and feel like a kid again. I’ve had enough being an adult. GRIN! On the days when I am standing Tough Love, I more then make up for it afterwards by being drawn to Nature and getting lost in Her. It’s a great way to Balance and remain sane. Did I say sane? What’s the definition again? LOL

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      • Not real sure about definition of sanity, but I know the one for insanity wellllllllllllllllllllllllll
        doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.
        also same for politics in DC.)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

        Like Paul, I know better and I still do the opposite at times. Sometimes more of an A Dolt than Adult.)))))))

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      • Life is a journey that goes round and round. When we realize we do what we know better not to do, that is when we are awake. The more I know the less I do know. I think I have a hold on something then the rug is pulled out from underneath me. As for you being A DOLT, um no sorry, I disagree. You want to be an adult when you can be a kid at heart?

        Now when one does the same thing again and again seeking a NEW way that is growth. I see peeps doing something again and again crying how bad they have it. I wasn’t joking when I recently posted ya can’t run away from your problems. Better face them and stare them down and figure out a way to change those problems so they no longer are. A-huh. Yep. Hard stuff and I still fall flat on my butt trying. But try I do.

        As for DC, this country is in deep poo and in big trouble because of DC. You and I both know that is true and peeps better wake up and fast.

        On that note, I had a glorious walk and some pretty cool pics. Talk about being a magician! LOL Just wait and see! 😉

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      • Indeed, DC is the heart of dysfunction, fraud, waste, abuse and sometimes pure EVIL. I used to think Glenn Beck and my Dad were the most cynical and paranoid people I ever knew. Slowly, they’ve become some of the smartest ones so far. My Dad over prepared me for days like this. I prepared my Kids as best as they’ve been able to understand without actually having to gone to war or been part of too many local or national disasters. They got introduced to chaos when a tornado struck our neighborhood in the middle of a Sunday lazy day watching football. I’ve never seen them pick up anyone as fast as their younger Sisters and cram into backseat while Mom and I were already down the stairs on way to car. Sheet metal piece airborne scraped the top of our car as we headed away to nearest state trooper station, 90 sec drive. We dropped Mom and girls and headed back to turn off water, electricity and gas mains throughout. They learned that training kick automatically in an emergency. We already had all in control except removing debris off roads and driveways. And Cars buried or set on top of buildings((((.
        Glad you had a good walk and took pics)))

        When I was very young and learning American English, my Oma and her brothers were talking about kids growing into Adults, but with their accents, it sounded like A Dolts and I knew a Dolt was an idiot of sorts. I proudly told them then and there I was never going to be an A Dolt, because I was not ever going to be an Idiot.

        One of those stories that had been repeated to every Sister about their older and only brother and his learning English. Nothing in Dutch and German families stays a secret if there’s any humoure involved)))))))))))

        And then there’s the gas heaters and sleep walking at Grandparents’ house, needless to say sleep walkers become accustomed to certain floor plans that they use every night, changing that routine sometimes can be hilarious (to observers, not the sleep walker, especially a Ginger and hard headed young boy). I didn’t have half the sense of humore I do today.

        Entitleds don’t want to grow up or be responsible for own decisions, only want to be allowed to do what they will and be supported fully by the monies taken from hard working people. One reason I work for myself as a contractor without employees. At least there’s not doubt where the praise or oops belongs, and no lawsuits over misperceived ideas or opinions. After I realized how much govt intervention into my private business portfolio was going to cost me and my Clan, especially future educational trusts for Grands, I liquefied everything. I hated walking away from so many nice people, but I left them in good hands, at least for 2 more years. A part of sales including guaranteeing all my former full-time employees their pay, sick days, vacation days and insurance minimums for 24 months or upon voluntary change of employment. Could only be released for negligence, theft, or fraud ))))))))))))

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      • Seriously? You gave me a book here, George. You are a frustrated writer! Will you start writing your book PLEASE! It would be a best seller!

        I used to blow off those who spoke “craziness” but no longer. Now I see and do my best to keep low. God took me out of this world when I severely injured my back over 20 years ago which ended my career and most of my life as I knew it. I’ve slowly been rebuilding that life, and it is all around family, cats, gardens, and photography.
        Just yesterday I listened to my neighbor and what I would have deemed “nuts” years ago, I agree with today. The direction this country is in and continues to be, is not good. We are in grave danger of loosing all of our freedom, and much of our freedom, unbeknownst to most, is already gone. Chip by chip, what we considered to be normal, is no longer the case. No cursive being taught in schools and soon even the printing will be phased out, with only typing as the tool to communicate. Our kids cannot read and now slowly won’t be able to write. An illiterate nation is so much easier to control then a literate one. Not to even know how to sign one’s own name? Not to understand the written word on paper if it should be cursive? That is only one area of so many that is being taken away. Peeps need to wake up NOW, George, not 20 years from now when they stand in shock asking “How did this happen?”

        Anyways … my post today has a THANK YOU to you on it. Go see. When you look at the picture and read the words you will understand. Merry is my biological sister who also helped me greatly. I owe you, George. A wall was smashed last night and hubby is seeing things he really needs to see. Pray he continues to see and does not shut back down again. Bless you, my friend!!!

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      • Being mute has been a blessing of sorts and a double edged sword, too. sometimes I forget how much I have already written, sometimes filtered, sometimes not. My scroll box is small so it disappears and I just keep on and on until my thought dissipates. or my mood.
        You are so right about America. My buddy, BiBi, is right on. NEVER AGAIN, and I’m not Jewish, but have relatives in Holland and Germany who are.
        New waves of AntiSemitism is blooming all over, here in America it’s anti Conservative, Anti Christian. Tolerance is only for lily livered libs and their like. I’m glad I can’t scream, but my local papers hate my Letters to the Editor. I have to change my name or they won’t post them anymore. Maybe I should shorten them, possibly the reason I don’t see much print. But I have friends with Twitter accounts who post some things as their own, I don’t care who gets credit, just that the truth comes out. It helps to have met and kept in contact with Charlie Daniels and James Woods over the years. Real fire balls they are, Charlie, country boy polite, but serious. James, he’s a I don’t give a darn who gets mad type. Gotta love them. In their own special way. And Jon Voigt, Wow. No holding back.
        Public education is a joke and farce anymore in many places. I can’t even stand to substitute anymore, even if I could speak. Although, it’d probably be easier as a mute, they would wonder that I would even attempt it probably. I help out in a library in a Catholic school nearby, it’s relaxing and the kids come in with dry erase boards and markers in case I forget my own, like that will happen.)))

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      • *eyes bugging* LOL Another book! Holy macro! I used to volunteer teach, but one day I just walked out. These kids today have zero respect and if you tell them what to do, they tell you, no, because you are not a teacher. I couldn’t stand those kids, who were making my life miserable. So I walked and never looked back. I know what you are talking about regarding Germany … my neighbor in fact, while we spoke yesterday knows too, for he didn’t directly say it, but raised his hand in the “salute”. All we can do, my dear friend, is keep pounding out the Truth, in your way and in my way. I see what is happening, and I cringe, for the masses are just going along dumb deaf and blind. Technology has a huge part in all this I believe. People are so focused on their smart phones they have NO idea what is going on around them. As well as making them dumb for a smart phone hey, remembers everything for you! Not me. I won’t even carry a cell phone, and use one only for emergencies or a call back home to make sure all is OK. I am SO relieved I do not have children. I cannot even imagine a parent today who is aware what they go through. How to fight back? Don’t even get me going with all these vaccinations either, another devious evil way to harm our children! I refuse to vaccinate my cats. One of mine died directly as a result of a Rabies vaccine and that woke me up real fast. Since then I have read literature how vaccines are killing both children and animals alike. Harming them if not killing them. George, you DO have a way of getting me to spill …. wow! What is happening and has been for a good many years now, is straight out of a horror show. I don’t know what it will take to wake peeps up, but man, they just have to start seeing what IS right is front of their noses.

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      • Like anything else, all machines and inventions are neutral inherently. Then they get into the hands of mortals, imperfect and subject to being tempted to act in their own selfish reasons and mentalities that have been corrupted by the old “free love” “do what makes you feel good” “if it feels good, do it” crowds of psychologists and psychiatrists. AS Grandma said, the future of the world is in Revelations, but folks don’t want to be told what to do, why do you think so many fools are in prison? People, like, Satan, are jealous of anyone that has more power or influence or material goods them, and like the HuffPost interview with Obama revealed, he’s willing to get his way by “Hook or by Crook” Motto of the day in DC and coming to a village near you, indeed. My Clan and I don’t have things just because someone else does, we don’t compete, we have what’s necessary for us to survive in the present and not so distant future world, which is not going to be rosy or comfortable. Clan understands you have to think like a bad person to prevent a bad person from changing your life for the worse. I feel compassion for people that haven’t accomplished what they feel they deserve, but the second they choose to take anything of mine or my Clan’s or choose to think about doing us any harm, compassion and empathy go out the door and the Beast is turned loose and it doesn’t need a Trumpet to announce it’s arrival. Mossberg has a unique sound of its own, just like and old Sharps 50 caliber, up close and personal from 750 yards, perfectly sighted in and balanced for the distance from my front porch to the access gate for our private road.
        People will only wake up when it’s too late to effect change, sadly. My gadgets allow me to work from home, spend more time with family and reach out to share with wonderful people and the list is growing. At the same time, there are bad people who will try to infiltrate into peoples’ lives and use it against them in one way or another. To those, I wish them luck, but they shouldn’t be surprised when they receive a gift that can never be put back in the box, email, or text when they least expect it.)))))))))))))))) People worry more about political correctness than the future of the once touted America the Beautiful, the home of the brave, the land of the free. Sometimes, I just want to pull it all back and just see my neighbors and family everyday, but I’m not quite ready to become Grizzly Adams yet. Close but not yet.

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      • Another deeply thought provoking comment, George. You’ve said it all, what more can I possibly say? The “thing” with me, I have the ability to “see” so I “know” what is actually going on. I avoid a lot of people for this reason, for the majority are either zombied out, or are playing smooth games attempting to pull the wool over people’s eyes. I deliberately don’t say too much here or on the phone … I like my life and wish to keep it as such. I don’t watch TV, the news, and my spirit groans if I even attempt to listen to politicians. I “see” Truth, George. I deliberately stay away from certain groups of people and keep present in my small world I created. I found the means to instill Love and Hope and Beauty into the world and others and it is this, right here, technology. Yet here too, this is where I draw the line. I had the option lately to buy an expensive cell phone so I can use it to text and other goodies (how my biological family for the most part communicates) but I said no, opting to invest in my photography when I need to. I’ve told family I have a phone. So far very few have called and when I call they don’t pick up. So, I reach those who are willing to listen and to be open to me. LOVE is what this world needs, FAMILY united again is what this world needs, and this mad rush to nowhere has to go. I’ve run into more and more bloggers lately who have been craving Silence, and you bet I jump in and encourage them to do it. As for Mamma Bear, she is there, oh believe me. I would not hesitate for a moment to protect someone I Love even to the point of my own death. I do not fear death … NDE cured me of that fear. And as for this world in the way it is headed, I “see” communities popping up, self-reliant for the most part, going back to the land to farm, everyone sharing and caring with all involved in the mutual wellness of that community. This isolation is killing this nation, as is consumerism. Throw technology in as a means to get people’s attention away from Life and oh boy opportunity sets in for those whose intentions are not for the good of the people. Anyways … turned out I did have a thing or two to say. LOL I’m happiest in my own little world doing what I do, living simply and quietly, immersing myself with my family of husband and cats, my gardens, my photography, and hopefully one day, hubby can be motivated to build me a garden so that we can begin to learn how to grow our own food. That’s what I have been praying for hubby of late … that God teaches and shows him how to self-motivate to which when he accomplishes something how good that feels. You got me running my mouth again, George. I’m getting pulled more and more to be Anna Adams, living the New Frontier. There is very little or anything much in this world that I really want. With one exception. I really need my photography equipment. GRIN! Oops, two. AND my computer and internet connection. (((HUGS))) Amy

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      • with my family scattered across different continents, I am happy to use whatever technology I can to keep abreast of Kids and Grands and some good Friends we’ve developed along the ways, smiles and miles. I understand the need for Quiet time. Sometimes, I just keep it handy, but on vibrate. Sometimes I just want to watch and listen to Nature, or the sounds of kiddies snoring. so funny but true. I’ve cut back on some of my social media time, and while yes, some may wonder, others know I am just me and will always be that way. Most know how to directly contact me if they really need me. And that’s what’s important in the end. My laptop is 7+ yrs old hand me down from kids. Phone is 3 yrs, upgrade for me, when Kids bought newer versions. I still have a flip phone as a burner, never know when I want to go silent)))))))))) I feel your strains.

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      • Glad to hear about the wall that got smashed, some need to fall, some need to be modified with a door or window. And the one near my shower needs to be built higher and wider. hahahahahA <333333333333333
        I'll keep you all in my prayers, indeed. Eyes that work are the greatest gift, YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

        Stay strong, my dear Amy. Quitting's not a viable option nor is backing up or down.))))))))))))))

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      • Nope. Quitting is not an option. I’m a Marine at heart, friend!
        As for your shower wall, good luck on that! I’ve been needing a bathroom put back together again for longer then I care to say. All I can is shake my head and know there are more important things in life then a bathroom. So I share. So what?

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      • EXacuuuutallly, as my Nieces first pronounced it. I’m seeing about having a PeterPan mirror made, so no matter how much I age, I can always see my soul.)))))))))

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  2. Told you people would be interested in one of many stories from George, ( had to smile through most of the post by the way). Corpse? but sort of fits, when you´re in that kind of situations. So better loose that contest, who knows what the others did to you while passed out, talking also from experience in that arena.

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    • Thankfully, one of the OldTimers became part of my Clan after he saved my bacon and dragged my “wholely” carcass a long way back to a medical unit. He never had kids, so he sort of adopted me and mine and we returned the favor for him and his wife. She passed a few years back and we’ve made arrangements for him to live with us starting next month, little private apartment should be ready in next 3-4 weeks. House had a 4 stall garage with work shop and storage buildings when I bought it. Perfect little place for long term visitors or smokers.
      Losing wasn’t in my nature, even before I joined Marines.
      Our President can’t pronounce Corps properly, still today. Once in a speech, he was talking about a medic and pronounced his position as a Corpseman instead of Corpsman. Military people thought it was an off hand ignorant insult by not taking a minute to let someone help him ” who thinks he’s the smartest man in the room Harvard graduate” with his self written and orated speech. I didn’t have much respect for him before he was elected, I have a lot less now after seeing him reelected. Americans have turned into lily livered cowards fearful of being called Racists. It will be the downfall of this nation, political correctness and the Entitlement class of lazy takers who never give back.

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      • I actually do remember that speech when he was talking about this brave corpse man, fuck, poor guy his commander in chief is calling him a corpse. There´s also a video in youtube where you can see MR.O walking towards Marine One, the young Marine does his standard salute to his commander in chief and Obama forgets to return the salute. Then somebody inside might have said “excuse me Mr. President, it´s been for ages since we had this chopper to actually salute the Marine down over there, he might not be a graduate Harvard student but his your Marine” So the president walks down again and instead of saluting the guy he shakes his hand. But have to give props to that young Marine, he didn´t flinch. His face staring back at the president not staring away, and very calmly shook the presidents hand. But that was plain out weird and really a disgrace to see that happen in the U.S from your president. I can understand it here in Spain, but in the U.S?.. and yes, this guy could care less about the military, has absolutely no idea about it and probably hates the culture in it. I watch too much Fox News channel by the way.

        Americans are turning like the Europeans! I see it happening, seems you want the State to take care of you for everything. Really that is called socialism, and having lived in a country where socialism is prevailing, we have had the Socialist Party ruling during most of the almost 40 years decomcracy here, and the policies put in place and dirty tactics Mr.O is employing it´s taken right out the socialist play book. And it is quite sad to see the U.S retreating from the world stage, and being an entitled society. Where in the world was that American spirit that I so much loved of “Don´t need the government´s hand, I´ll pull myself up one way or another, but if there´s a way I´ll find the means to go ” The political correctness thing is also right out of socialist play book, if you don´t agree with their policies they inmediately go to the name calling. As you said, you don´t like Mr.O? Then you are obviously a racist, you don´t like senator that it´s a woman by the way? Then you obviously are a misogynist- woman hater. It happens here all the time, and the right here has caved into that pressure and now really is not a party of center-right, it´s more socialist that the socialist I think.

        On the bright side, that has to be something to see. Two young hearted veterans stuck together yet again. Would like to be a fly on the wall to see that one.
        Well a fly and live in that garage of yours, beats the hell of where I´m living or moving around in my case.

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      • I can only watch any kind of news an hour or so a day, and sometimes even less, indeed. Dr prescribed less stress and aggravation, indeed, hard to stay calm when such crap is always going on. If someone else like O replaces him, the US is on best track to another Civil war. Good thing about Entitleds, they only carry handguns and can’t hit Schit with them holding them sideways parallel to ground. My babies will tear them another exit hole for their schitt. We will enjoy life until we get on each other’s nerves or run out of Jack Daniels. thankfully, the distillery is less than an hour away across the forests as the birds fly.)))))))))))

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      • Now your running a moonshine operation, I knew there was something sketchy over there. No wonder so much security.

        And i actually have a bit more faith on you guys in the other side of the pond. I don´t think you´ll re elect another type like the one you have now, if you do, then you guys are just plain stupid. Just like the parasites here in Spain. Which is quite a lot of the population I might add.
        Tell a Spaniard is 6 a.m and to wake up to go to work….he´ll look at you as if you where nuts. Not kidding, over here and specially in small towns where I live, the norm is to open the stores at 10 or 10:30, depending on how long their coffee is taking them.

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      • actually met 2nd wife on trip to Costa Brava in Spain. We took non tourist non traditional back streets to see real people and better food and nicer people, but then again that was late 70s, things are different now, I would stick to main areas and better hotels. Indeed. Sounds like people in Romania and Bulgaria and Greece, sadly((((

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      • You certainly picked a beautiful destination. And that was probably during our cool dictator Franco was still in power.
        Things have changed indeed, and what you said about people of Romania and Bulgaria, you can´t even imagine how many of those people are flooding now the country. A town that´s right next to mine where I live it´s mostly Romanians, and Bulgarians mixed with some Marrocans. And very few Spaniards. And have to say that the Bulgaria and Romanian Mafia´s are sadly quite dominant in some of the towns where I live.

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      • I understand the “undesirables” invasion of other countries since the “no borders” policy of the failing EU. What the heck were they thinking? I remember when the wall fell and many Germans cried knowing the future of their little villages, no peace of mind, security, low crime rates and almost never seeing an ambulance or police presence except at the bar on Sunday afternoons for a little impromptu gathering. Since I left in 1993, the little village I lived in has become a home for East Germans who are basically Communists and real Socialists, and many other miscreants of society. Crime and welfare payments have risen out of control, so sad. So many of my old Friends have relocated into gated communities with small apartments in southern Germany, Bavaria, Black Forest and the US. I remember the gardens of Blanes and the ice blue colored water and clean awesome beaches, girls were topless in March, oh what goosebumps all over)))))))))))))))))))))

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      • Well the girls still are topless so that´s the good news.
        And yes the no border thing….just yesterday I was walking or limping I should say through my town which if full of Marrocans, and most of them if not all are not doing very good, you can see them at the social security offices to get paid by the State in the morning and in the afternoon you can see them at the park selling dope. Pisses me off, we have 26% unemployment here, extremely hard to get a job now, except what is sadly the norm here and what I too have done which is work without declaring the money earned to the IRS, for the simple fact that the employer is the way he wants it, if not you won´t get hired. And I´m talking about shitty construction jobs, even gardening, and painting now that I remember. And not talking about painting Picassos on canvas but these jobs are 12-14 hour day back breaking jobs and they pay you for the day, you don´t even know if the next day you´ll be working. So they pay you what they call here in “black” money, meaning what I said before that you do not declare it to the IRS. And here that is sadly the norm instead of the exception. So going back to my little limping walk yesterday through town and cursing the Marrocans well this big guy stops me and asks me for a cigarette in a very bad Spanish, I give it to him and have a little chit chat, eventually he tells me he´s from Bulgarian, and that he has just come to Spain for a month to work in construction, get paid and back to his country. Didn´t come as a surprise to me, but just telling you how screwed up things are here and relating to the open border things.

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      • Things have gone on like that in old days in Germany with the Turkish and other third world countries, I made sure I understood enough to avoid conflict unless I was working, then I knew they would leave me alone, they weren’t suicidal after all in all. And I was crazy enough to push the button off safe, quickly and often. No one sticks around when any kind of badge is shined suddenly, in plain clothes, not sure if I was German, Dutch or just crazy))))))

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