Some Readers! The nerve. Heh. I was bizzy and did'nt have a chance to work out til' late. Actually, I'm quite humbled that anyone would be impatient to read these goofy words that I am so compelled to write.
Hmmm......reread the title. Do I mean that? Probabaly not. (that there was a double entendre).
Sooooo........wow, some of the shi-ite that came rolling out of me last night. Sometimes I just get on a roll and let the emotion take me. I tend to be happy with the results when I do that. Although.......I took the advice of a new friend and rewrote Part III.
Still as ominous as I wish it to be, but titled it differently and changed the pronoun from I to He.
Makes it more suitable as poetry. Jail and I don't agree. Been there once......ok, I'll give the Reader's Digest Condensed version.
USMC, just returned from "over there", and set out for a lovely night upon the town with Gunnie Fitz. Washington DC. Red lite district. Lotsa adult beverage. Four Navy enlisted had the audacity to not only be in the same bar as Recon, but to make cutting and insensitive remarks about our "high and tights", (that's a haircut there, civilian)heh, but also to show marked disrespect for Mother Corps.
After being taken severely to task, and Gunnie mopping up the last seaman, (Did I really just write that?), I leaned on the bar and poured another beer. Someone grabbed my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of what my color blind eyes thought was "Navy" blue...........
And I proceeded to juxtapose the beer pitcher with the nose of my assailant. Dropped him like a rock. At which time, I saw that he was not actually wearing "Navy" blue at all, but rather "DC Police Officer" blue.
I duly noted to Gunnie that it was after our bedtimes and that we should make do haste back to Quantico so as to avoid any unpleasantness.
Unpleasantness, however, was Not to be denied. He showed up at the door in front of us cleverly disguised as a tiny Shore Patrolman. We received our first well deserved butt kicking of the night. Gave me a new and profound respect for the pain that could be inflicted by a little ol' billy stick.
As we lay fetally curled on the floor, the real Police arrived and escorted us with due diligence down to the station, where we met with our second and thankfully final physical beating of the night. Those Police officers took it personally that I had broken the nose of one of their compadres. Ahh.......justice in its' many forms.
Luckily, this was back when Mother Corps covered its' misguided children. We were summarily released to the custody of the First Sergeant and were treated to a lovely soliloquy on our misdeeds, the exotic creatures that we were descended from, and at least one comparison that I Still don't understand.
So...........You might understand that I have done my best to avoid jail since that grand adventure. Going before the C.O. the next morning is a story for another time. I have to write a prequel and then hit the shower.
Goodnite ........yup, I'm feeling better. Still gonna visit Junior. That's a given. But I shall do so with goodness in my heart. Pain doesn't have to be physical.
The higher you fly, the better the view.