Death of a Military Policeman

Late Weds I received the word that a person that I hadn’t seen in 30 plus years had died. He wasn’t a teacher or a Mentor he was an MP (Military Policeman) like me. In fact he was a member of my squad in the 70’s- 80’s in Germany. The death hit me hard, harder than the death of one of my old comrades normally would. I have heard of other old comrades passing on from this life to the next before, in fact heard of it back in the late 60’s early 70’s but this on effect me more. I have been thinking about why for the past two days.

I have come up with an answer. It is real simple. He was a first for me. He was the first soldier I ever recommended for promotion to Sergeant he was the first soldier I recommended to attend a school, he was the first soldier to come to me and tell me he was going to marry another soldier. Yup a lot of firsts.

He was a big guy to, when I would conduct guard mount inspections, I looked at his throat instead of his eyes.

Remember on one of the first exercises we did in a LTA (Local Training aaea), in preparation for our annual training exercise, we got caught out in the rain. Rained hard very hard. So in the morning when checking the perimeter about 0430hrs checked one fighting position and all I see is water. No soldier no nothing. Second look reveals a punch at the bottom of the position. I think Oh hell he has drowned. This is not going to look good for this platoon especially after what happened on REFORGER. I reach in a pull the punch up and away. Out he pops dry and snug, except where I managed to spill water all over him.

A good solid man as I said, but he died of heart disease. Just reminded me how lucky I have been in this life.

Well Kev enjoy your stay at Fiddler’s Green, you earned it and remember it was always “OF The Troops, For The Troops.”

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Music and experiment

Been wanting to try this for a while so here goes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0B-hJ_gotc&feature=fvsr

Last Kiss for the Remittance Girl

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Things I saw before I was 20 (WIP)

AT 14 looked into the heart of a nuclear reactor. two buildings down saw the first heat resistant shields for Apollo and the Voice of Hal 9000 All within 3 hours

AT 12 I ask a rep of Kellogg how two small steel cylinders could make 14 tons of pressure. Battlecreek was not known for it physics students.

At 7 saw a Cow give birth thought there was something wrong ran to tell my Mom and when we got back there was a new calf there.

At 5 tried to lose my brother and at eight put a horseshoe in his head after he did the same to me

At 18 Pissed under Marine one as it was flying over

On 19th Birthday Watched the 82nd Airborne Fly into DC. Wondered why they didn’t use latrines Understood latter there weren’t any. Piss poor playing prevents proper execution

Saw Air America Flights land at Andrews Air Force Base Once a week when 18 and 19

At 19 saw my first third world country no not France Viet Nam. What I remember most the stink the lush green vegetation and the Flares hanging in the sky.

At 14 saw my first M-60 Machine Gun

At 19 fired my first M-60 Machine Gun We had rhythm

At 14 Saw my first teletype machine read the news straight off the wire.

At 14 drove a remote controlled Bull Dozer and saw a Video phone

AT 18 saw the stair way to heaven but felt my first one at 16

At 19 threw my first Hand grenade scared me they still scare me today.

Published in: on June 25, 2011 at 11:19  Leave a Comment  

Song titles (WIP)

Yes I am starting another work in Progress. Seems if I don’t [ put a title here I will never do anything about developing my mediocre skills s a writer.

After checking with my two guides I decided on doing a little exercise. The rules of the exercise are simple Take the titles of songs from one artist and try to turn them into sentences then paragraphs then stories. You must be also be able to identify the albums or CD’s they are from They do not have to originals, which means they can be covers.

A sample

When I was young I met a factory girl on tobacco road. ( Note there are three song titles in that sentence)

In my secret life little Queenie is a beautiful new born child.

For Miss Caulker (Roberta) we gotta get out of this place.

The girl can’t help she loves the club a go-go and I’m crying.

I turned forty four inside looking out sending a letter from the county farm

1987 Sitting in the Monterey fair grounds, not dreaming of San Francisco Nights, but of the man who created Little Wing.

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Sex Scene

He Climbs on
Strokes Twice
Climbs off

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I look into your eyes

A look into your eyes and I melt. (laser vision I think)

A look into the eyes that have frozen in the amber of time.

I look into your eyes and see languid pools of dark words……..
I looked in your eyes and saw a clarity of purpose.
I look in your eyes and the words just twist me.

I look into your eyes and see a sunrise that is a little blood shotI
look into your eyes and am not disconcerted by what I see aqueous humor.I look into your eyes and see landscape to abseil on.
I look in your eyes and there is a stairway to where I know not. Shall I use it ?
I look into your eyes and see coney island of the mind.
I look into your eyes and I see a mix master jumbling words in there
I look into you eyes and see long corridors with occasional bright doorways.
Looking into your eyes there is a box and a fox .
I look into your eyes and think no paper pickles there.
I look into your eyes and wish I was there looking into them.

Into your eyes I look and wonder if I will see the strange words again
I look into your eyes and my lids close
I would look into your eyes but I would be paralyzed.
Someday I will look you in the eyes and say there is sherbet in there.
Just maybe a look into your eyes cause they are there.
Remember one morning I will look in your eyes and say Damn Just damn.
As I look into your eyes and see twisted words in there.
One day going to look into your eyes and say think I will walk back there and clean out the cobwebs.
Remember one day I will look in your eyes and you will close them and capture me.
One day I will look you in the eye and say read to me please.
One day I going to look into your eyes and say how did my heart get in there?
One day I will look into your eyes and say who is that standing behind me

Someday I will look into your eyes and say Huh
I look into your eyes and say what is that doing there.

One day I am going to look into your eyes and say I am tired I am going to bed.One day I’m going to look in your Eyes and say Retweet Retweet and I don’t care who knows it.
I will look you in the eye and say damn you are a helluva writer
I would say I am tickled pink but much rather Look in your eyes and say it one morning
One morning I will look in your eyes and say Who put the ram in the rama dama ding dong
One day will look into your eyes and say Hit replay Please.
I look into your eyes and say that is a lot of strike overs.

Published in: on July 6, 2010 at 11:08  Leave a Comment  

Side Walk Cafe

If perchance you see a diminutive lady sitting at a Cafe
Do not go up to her and tell her you are a writer.
For she wishes to be left alone to enjoy the sun
For if you Pull out your Mont Blanc
Your day will be done
For in your eye it will reside
Never to write again

Published in: on June 11, 2010 at 10:08  Leave a Comment  

Canadian Olympics.

Canadian Olympics.

  • Feb. 13th, 2010 at 7:50 AM

Got so mad hearing about the Broadcast from BC last night. Wrote this.

Canadian law
Money Paid to a Killer
Revenge never served

Don’t ask and I won’t tell the story. Don’t want to tell the story. Let us just say Canadians never heard of enhanced interrogation techniques. Let it go at that

Published in: on May 27, 2010 at 08:18  Leave a Comment  

Thoughts

thoughts

  • Mar. 14th, 2010 at 11:44 AM

Secrets of the Universe/
she asked as we explore the other/
Now I sleep

Eye to the sight
Green is the color of the night
Trigger squeezed

Published in: on May 27, 2010 at 08:14  Leave a Comment  

2 April

2 April

  • Apr. 2nd, 2010 at 11:20 AM

Today a friend of my is getting married again, 4th time. This friend I have know since before she was a teenager.

Today marks her fourth attempt at happiness. Well, I wish her luck again.

Yesterday she called and wanted me to give her away. Regrettably not enough time to adjust my body to be awake 1700 hours. So I wished her Luck said I would be up with steaks and wine sometime next week.

This Lady was my first experience with a Bi-polar genius. I have since had much experience with this disease and several related ones. It doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, but you just have to love them that much harder and bee there when they need you. That is what bothers me cause I can’t be there with her today.

Point two see is the Mother of my Trophy Daughter. If I had ever had children this would be the daughter I would have picked. Alas she isn’t but she did send me a Father’s day card. Yeah for me.

For those of you that got band videos the Groom is in some of them.

For some damn reason I know very many creative people and I wanted to share my joy with you.

Published in: on May 27, 2010 at 08:13  Leave a Comment