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I feel so bad for this guy…here he is getting ready to receive the Medal of Honor from the President and the President pretty much intimates that he and his team were busy gaying it up with each other. I personally would have just lost it completely. Kudos to this guy both for his actions that got him the Medal AND his maximal restraint in not busting out laughing at the President of the United States.

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I feel so bad for this guy…here he is getting ready to receive the Medal of Honor from the President and the President pretty much intimates that he and his team were busy gaying it up with each other. I personally would have just lost it completely. Kudos to this guy both for his actions that got him the Medal AND his maximal restraint in not busting out laughing at the President of the United States.

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Huh

So. I seem to have misplaced all my old posts. No idea what I may have done but they’re definitely gone. Good thing I remember everything word for word right? I wish…

Oh well, lately, I’ve found myself in a bad place mentally and I really have no idea why. An old Army friend committed suicide on Memorial Day which definitely sucked but things haven’t really been all that bad since then. Been trying to make a claim at the VA which let me tell you, is TONS of fun…I can’t remember ever having to see this many doctors in this short amount of time on my life. Two different audiologists, two different psychiatrists, a rheumatologist, a pain specialist, my family doctor, a VA doctor and a few assorted others here and there and I am DAMN tired of driving around to get to all these appointments.

Unfortunately, it’s all on me. I really should have at least started the process about twenty years ago but instead, I just kept everything bottled up inside rather than attempt to work things out. After all, it isn’t as though I lost a leg or anything while I was in Desert Storm. Sure, driving through active mine fields with truck loads of prisoners while completely lost wasn’t fun but then again, I never expected a war zone to be fun. Seeing bodies and pieces of bodies where cluster bombs hit wasn’t fun either. I think one of the worst things was when we (and by “we”, I mean the Battalion of which I was part) were processing prisoners at a small site - sort of a clearing zone I guess, not really sure what to call it as I was a heavily armed generator mechanic in an MP unit. The fact that we had a shitload of medics there in ambulances was a damn good thing as some of those poor bastards hadn’t had any food or water in a long enough time that some of them literally just dropped dead. Every single ambulance was full of prisoners hooked up to IV’s and I can’t say enough about the medics who worked their asses off to treat them.

A lot of stuff you just don’t talk about after the fact - especially you never EVER mention names - like seeing prisoners get shot because they refused to follow a reasonable order like “drop your weapon”. True, I DID expect something like that before I ever left Germany I just never thought it through - I may see it, hell I may have been involved in it but at that age, I never thought about how it might affect me mentally later in life. I guess that’s probably true of any veteran who ever served time in a war zone. When things happen, you just roll with it and then try and forget all about it. I can tell you for a fact that forgetting some of those things just doesn’t happen.

I can’t close my eyes any more without seeing those goddamn mines we drove through - all because the SSG in charge didn’t know what the hell he was doing. If we hadn’t come across a squad of MP’s that were manning an outpost, I don’t know what we would have done because we really had no clue. I was pretty pissed when I got back to Germany and found out that the bastard who got us lost and had us driving through mine fields got promoted to SFC. I got over it but at the time, since I was never any good at the “kiss the ass of the brass game in order to get promoted”, I was, I believe, the senior E-4 in Germany that was promotable yet hadn’t actually been scheduled to go to PLDC (again, see not an MP in an MP unit) and it stayed that way until I just told the Sergeant Major to take my name off the list. It was pretty obvious that they had no intention of sending me so why deny the opportunity to someone else?

These days, I feel like I accomplished something when I actually get out of bed and go outside. Most of the time, I don’t leave the house and there are days on end that I never even leave the end of the house that contains my bed, my computer room and, of course, the bathroom. It’s one way to lose fifty pounds in a few months that’s for damn sure. Not the healthiest way but I DID lose the weight. Gotta admit that I’ve also cut WAY back on my drinking which is good. What would be better is if I didn’t have to take huge amounts of narcotics every day to alleviate the pain of peripheral neuropathy and three back surgeries. At least I got off the morphine and now just take methadone three times a day. Too bad methadone is HORRIBLE for your heart but my doctor refuses to give me anything different so what am I gonna do?

I know it seems like I’m just whining away here and oh whoa is me and whatnot, but I really have a lot to be thankful for. I have a wonderful wife and a great grandson both of whom I love more than I could ever express as well as a couple of great daughters who, despite our occasional extreme differences, I love also, not to mention a really great granddaughter so all around, I’m doing much better than a lot of other people out there.

Just had to write this down somewhere and figured what the hell, here was as good as anyplace else.

Nov 8

Why I Should Not Act As Though I Were Still Young

I went to meet a friend I haven’t seen since 1988 or thereabouts yesterday. We were stationed together in Germany. Ted Applegate was one of my best friends in the Army. This, despite the fact that he had to, unfortunately, arrest my dumb ass for drunk driving when the Polizei had pulled me over on the way home. It was kind of strange, since I had only drank six or seven (dark German) beers. Stupidly on my part, I had drank them like a true soldier…all of them were gone in about 15 minutes. Durr. So yeah, the Polizei pulled me over, gave me a breathalyzer and called the MP’s to come and get me. Lo and behold but who should show up? My next door neighbor Ted. THAT was fun. He and his partner drover around with me in the back of the MP van guzzling coffee and soda and smoking about a pack of cigarettes before taking me to the MP Station. Of course, being that we were in the same company (527th MP Company hoo-rah!), this was a bad thing. I was the company generator mechanic and armorer as well as the computer fix it guy. Luckily, not much came of it besides the loss of rank - which was given right back to me by the Air Base commander as I had a pregnant wife and the only way to get into government housing was to be at least an E-4, Specialist. So, I lost one rank for about a month and didn’t lose any money. My Company Commander even gave me my license back - a move so far against regulations I still don’t know how the hell he got away with it.

All that crap aside, Ted, who lives down in Arkansas, is now a long haul truck driver. I got a call from him yesterday saying that he was going to be near me here in Michigan and maybe we could get together. Sounded good to me! So, I found out where he was going to stay the night, a truck stop just south of Lansing, about an hour or so away, and we agreed on a time I would meet him there.

I got to the truck stop and no Ted. Gave him a call and he said that I was an hour early. This is when I realized that Ted had no idea that we were n the eastern time zone and was an hour behind me. Ha ha ha… I told him that I’d drive around and find a bar so we could hoist a few beers and talk and stuff. Found a nice little bar called the Eagle Inn and had a few rum and cokes while waiting for him to call and tell me he was here. He was reading from an older road atlas and of course, drove right past the exit. When I finally got ahold of him, he was about ten miles past me…heh…so I got him fixed up and talked him through the rather odd conjunction of off ramps and to the truck stop.

It was strange seeing him after all these years. I never really realize how much time has passed as I rarely look at my old photos so I don’t really see the changes in myself and therefore forget how much time has changed me, let alone someone I haven’t seen in 24 years. Like before, Ted was still bald as an egg (lost his hair before he was 25) but now had a beard and mustache. When we were in Germany, he never even had a mustache. That plus the fact that like me, what hair he did have was pretty damn white, made me actually realize all the years that have gone by.

In any case, we left his truck in the secure area at the truck stop and went to the bar. Since I had been drinking rum, I decided I better switch to something a bit less volatile, so of course, we started off with bottles of Guinness. Sigh. Then switched to some sort of wheat beer that he liked which I thought was okay. In HUGE ass mugs. Oh yeah, unbeknownst to me, it was REALLY potent. We ordered a pizza to help soak up the booze and continued talking and drinking for a few hours. When I realized I was getting a lot drunker than I’d been in years, I told him that unfortunately, I was gonna have to call it a night. So I took him back and dropped him off. Got a couple of real good pictures on my phone that I wanted to post, but I seem to be a retard when it comes to transferring them to my computer.

As I drove home, listening to the newest Frank Zappa compilation, Understanding America, it struck me that even though 24 years had passed, we picked up conversations about stuff that had happened while we were in Germany as if they had happened last week. Now granted, we do talk on the phone but we never seem to talk about those days, it’s mostly about our families and whose politics suck more, his or mine (for the record, his do) and whether or not our GRANDKIDS were ever going to have to go through the stuff that we had.

It seems strange to me that even though I’m 51, have had four knee surgeries and three spinal surgeries, all due to crap I did in the Army, I don’t actually FEEL like I’m just over a half a century old. Then this morning hit. It could be summed up in two words:

Holy. Shit.

Haven’t had a hangover of these proportions in decades. Even my eyelids hurt. AND I had a doctors appointment at 8:30 a.m. It was fun trying to explain that the reason my blood pressure was so high was because I had spent the majority of the previous afternoon and evening boozing it up like I was still in my early 20’s. So yeah, I am no longer young enough to do the things that we used to do on a daily basis in Germany. Not sure exactly how much I drank but what I DO remember is that I had at LEAST a dozen shots of rum mixed with coke, a few Guinnesses and I don’t really know HOW many huge mugs of strong ass wheat beer. Also two, count ‘em, TWO slices of pizza.

When we were younger, and in MUCH better shape, we would do this sort of thing every weekday and do our real serious drinking on the weekend. Not joking in the least little bit. Back then, the Army culture almost insisted on you being able to drink immense quantities of booze on a daily basis. As long as you could make it to PT in the morning and do your job during the day, the command structure could care less if you were a raging alcoholic. I remember the last New Years Eve I was there, me and my roommate went through a gallon and a half of Jack Daniels and more than six CASES of German brewskis. Between the two of us. Didn’t have a hangover either. When I think back on those days, at least the ones I can remember, I find it hard to believe that any of us made it out of there with intact livers. Of course, I’m paying the price for all that hard ass drinking now. Major Peripheral Neuropathy that affects my feet and lower legs, high blood pressure, lowered resistance to illnesses that never bothered me before and a ridiculously strange tolerance for alcohol. Usually, I only drink beer, Busch to be exact, so I don’t have a hangover problem and haven’t had one in years. Mixing different types like I did last night though…damn. It’s almost 2:30 p.m., I’ve been awake since six a.m. and I STILL feel the effects. No pain or anything like that any more but I have that feeling like I’m still partially drunk and it sucks.

Have to admit though, I had a great time and if I had it to do over, I would have done the exact same thing…well, I probably would have eaten more food BEFORE the start of the boozing but everything else? Yeah. It was great catching up on old times with an old Army buddy and I’m hopeful that my wife and I will one day be able to drive down to Arkansas so I can see Ted and his whole family.

One more thing, just talked to Ted and headed to Laredo, Texas. Also, the bastard had NO hangover which I think is totally unfair.

sick

been stupidly ill for the last few…wife wants me to go in to the clinic tomorrow to see if I might have viral pneumonia. more then.

Oct 9

Obama To Allow U.N. To Tax Americans

Ya know, every time I think that I’ve seen the heights of idiocy that Fox News can attain, they manage to surpass themselves. Every. Single. Time.

Breakfast Of Champions


p.s. this is what happens when you don’t sleep for four days because of.

Breakfast Of Champions

p.s. this is what happens when you don’t sleep for four days because of.

Since there’s a link downpage of the Periodic Table of the Elements, I thought that I’d drop one here that is appropriate to pretty much everyone that I know.

Since there’s a link downpage of the Periodic Table of the Elements, I thought that I’d drop one here that is appropriate to pretty much everyone that I know.

This is a pic of awards that SHOULD have been given to those of us who were so, so deserving…

This is a pic of awards that SHOULD have been given to those of us who were so, so deserving…

And one more…

And one more…

Only because the expressions are so cool.

Only because the expressions are so cool.