Today I heard a song from the past and remembered why. Just why is it as it is today?
It is like it was in the 60's war in the Middle East. Death and trouble in the world is just
as it was. Not much has changed. We have better weapons and can kill from a world away
Our eyes can see more of the world now than ever before. In Nam it was so far away from the
US and home that most did not know what was going on. No in Iraq we can see it as it happens
over and over again. The dead and mangled are back before their families know what has happened. Sure we are protesting but not with the gusto and feelings of the 60's. That was
pounded out of us. No one is called a hippie but now they are active reformers. The corruption
in our government is perhaps more now than ever. Money is being made by legal crooks and they
get away with it more and more. It depends on who their friends are and whos pockets they are
in. Remember my friend the past as it was , look into your history books. But can you trust what
you read?
There were once some who spoke up. Now those may just vanish like the wind. We can now make a person never exist. With the electronic age came new ways. All records of your life can
be changed or even deleted with a key stroke. You can make up a entire past and make your life
fit your desires to be some one else.
The 60's that only happened on a drug induced trip. You became some one else and it
was good. Ha Ha. Bad trip man. We have introduced new drugs to escape and run from
our problems. In the 60's it was not to run but to enjoy what we had be it good or bad.
A bad day could be lost with one puff from the devil weed. But now as then you are wrong
to do that. It still better to get drunk and stupid. Sure millions and millions are spent on
the drug war but not a cent to figure out why we take the drugs.
Ask a Viet what he saw and did. Look at Eastwoods new movie. "Whats it like to kill a man?
Son you don't want to know?" Stand up for what you feel is right. Stand up for your land and your country. Yes be the first to take up arms to defend but not to take what others have
in the name of freedom. Do not forget what freedom is.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sgn up and ship out
So the time came to sign up which I did with no regret. Fear yes but no regret. We all left on a train and hit the Great Lakes training Center for the Navy. It was winter and damn cold. We were all young and all full of teenage foolishness.
First off they cut your hair off. Some of the guys needed to be scrubbed first. I never knew you could have such things growing on you scalp and not know it. We all were just still kids. Training went fast , they had to tear your moral down and build you back up. You were no longer one person you were many. You learn to depend on the guy next to you. If you could not trust him you could be killed. Some guys were not cut out for it and cried like babies others jumped in and to charge.
My self knew to listen and learn. Watch and learn. I got sick at camp and did not qualify as a swimmer. Now that was a problem to be in the Navy and could not swim.
Camp was over and we waited for orders. I got the West Coast and a Destroyer. First I tried a school to learn something besides deck hand. I became a Radioman. Communications as they say.
They ask you what you want to do and I said electronics. So I got to be in communications. In boot camp they teach you to shoot a gun which I knew already. I was classified as a sharpshooter elite. Or simply a good shot. This came in handy later.
After 6 months in San Diego to train for Radioman I transfered to the Destroyer. Those six months were a learning experience for me. A midwest boy let loose in Calif. The land of dreams.
Tijuania was just across the border and full of a new world of drinking and all kinds of vices.
Never heard of some of the things I saw. It was a maturing experience for me.
The school also was near the Navy Seal site which also did some training with us. I became great friends with some of them both on base and off. What I lacked in training of survival and fighting I learned from them. This too came in later to save my life. All the time we heard of the war in Nam and wondered how it was going to be. After our schooling we all were assigned to different ports and ships. My Destroyer waited for me in Long Beach a mere 90 miles up the coast from where I was.
So I got leave and went home for two weeks. Greeted by my High School sweetheart and got engaged as soon as I got home. Two weeks of hot and heavy teenage sex. Knowing I was shipping out to War made it all the more special. With tearful goodbyes I caught a plane and was off to War. My mother hugged me and my father shook my had as a man and said to take care of my self. Aim straight and keep my head low. War and Nam here I come.......
First off they cut your hair off. Some of the guys needed to be scrubbed first. I never knew you could have such things growing on you scalp and not know it. We all were just still kids. Training went fast , they had to tear your moral down and build you back up. You were no longer one person you were many. You learn to depend on the guy next to you. If you could not trust him you could be killed. Some guys were not cut out for it and cried like babies others jumped in and to charge.
My self knew to listen and learn. Watch and learn. I got sick at camp and did not qualify as a swimmer. Now that was a problem to be in the Navy and could not swim.
Camp was over and we waited for orders. I got the West Coast and a Destroyer. First I tried a school to learn something besides deck hand. I became a Radioman. Communications as they say.
They ask you what you want to do and I said electronics. So I got to be in communications. In boot camp they teach you to shoot a gun which I knew already. I was classified as a sharpshooter elite. Or simply a good shot. This came in handy later.
After 6 months in San Diego to train for Radioman I transfered to the Destroyer. Those six months were a learning experience for me. A midwest boy let loose in Calif. The land of dreams.
Tijuania was just across the border and full of a new world of drinking and all kinds of vices.
Never heard of some of the things I saw. It was a maturing experience for me.
The school also was near the Navy Seal site which also did some training with us. I became great friends with some of them both on base and off. What I lacked in training of survival and fighting I learned from them. This too came in later to save my life. All the time we heard of the war in Nam and wondered how it was going to be. After our schooling we all were assigned to different ports and ships. My Destroyer waited for me in Long Beach a mere 90 miles up the coast from where I was.
So I got leave and went home for two weeks. Greeted by my High School sweetheart and got engaged as soon as I got home. Two weeks of hot and heavy teenage sex. Knowing I was shipping out to War made it all the more special. With tearful goodbyes I caught a plane and was off to War. My mother hugged me and my father shook my had as a man and said to take care of my self. Aim straight and keep my head low. War and Nam here I come.......
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