Saturday, August 29, 2009

"We Take Care of Our Friends"

A week or so ago a bunch of my military brat friends posted one of those chain-lettery things on Face Book discussing the differences between civilian and military friends. They indicated that the bonds between service members were much stronger than those between their non-military counterparts. After growing up in Army Posts for most of my life, I’ve witnessed a decline in these special bonds, especially amongst the younger Privates. They seem more concerned with “what can you do for them” as opposed to “what can they do for you.” Whatever happened to Soldiers taking care of their own, each helping to shoulder the load as opposed to just watching one bear the burden on his or her own? You offer to help someone these days only to have some jackass on the side insinuating in a high-school-like manner that your intentions aren’t altruistic at all. I miss the old days where without having thinking twice or receive direction, you ran back for those who had fallen behind, picked your sparring partner off the ground, spotted a buddy who was short on cash to pay his or her tab, dragged that drunk friend back from the bar safely to his or her room, etc. The people I’ve tagged in this note have in some shape or form helped me out when I needed it and when I didn’t, demonstrating a good understanding of the word “selfless.” Thanks y’all. And if anyone feels like I missed them on the tagging, I owe you a drink.
♪…THROUGH THESE FIELDS OF DESTRUCTION
BAPTISMS OF FIRE
I’VE WATCHED ALL YOUR SUFFERING
AS THE BATTLES RAGED HIGHER
AND THOUGH THEY DID HURT ME SO BAD
IN THE FEAR AND ALARM
YOU DID NOT DESERT ME
MY BROTHERS IN ARMS…♪
Song of the Moment: “Brothers in Arms” by the Dire Straits

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Where I'm Goin'?

Mont Saint Michel

Haven’t written anything in this in a while. I remember waking up in a dream in some indistinct, smokey, poorly lit bar, sharing a booth with a 20-something Eastern European girl with red highlights. We walked outside to see a nasty urban landscape with melting snow on the sidewalks. She says something about having to go back to Russia while I’m looking around, trying to get my bearings. I tell her I can get her as far as Germany, only to turn and see here already almost a block away at a relatively fast walk. I began trying to catch up, only to reach the top of a hill with her nowhere in sight. The hill did provide a view of what was around me. To my right I could see beaches with moss covered stones like in Pacific Grove, with a large cathedral on the rocks, out to sea. On my right was a medium sized greenish-blue river with an old stone bridge crossing it. Across the river was an old town with cobblestone streets, with a relatively intact orange-brown castle looming down on the town from a mountain side. I opted to take the street leading along the beach, and came up to an green cliff-side riddled with deep craters and derelict light gray bunkers. I stepped into one of the doorways to come out to a road leading to many small gardens, separated by low, cheap metal fences. I woke up around then.

Maybe I need to stop having Sutherland mix drinks for me. Everytime she does, I have something unexpected happen, like being buzzed until 1 PM the next day or having whacky dreams like the one detailed above. I’ll stick the ones involving scantily-clad hotties in my crystalline resort in the clouds, thank you very much.
♪…I’VE BEEN TO HOLLYWOOD
I’VE BEEN TO REDWOOD
I CROSSED THE OCEAN FOR A HEART OF GOLD
I’VE BEEN TO RHINE MAIN
IT’S SUCH A FINE WINE
THAT KEEPS ME SEARCHING FOR A HEART OF GOLD
AND I’M GETTING OLD…♪
Song of the Moment: “Heart of Gold” by Neil Young