Posted on 07/16/2009 6:55:39 PM PDT by Danae
Any idea what The Boy will be doing next?
I'm just sayin'.
As it were.
Of course, the Marines are in the middle of every mess in every pesthole country in the world. Is your former pastor headed to Afghanistan?
He graduates 8/28, then he has 10 days leave, then he reports to the School of Infantry at Camp Lejeune NC. After two months of that, he'll get his first duty assignment, nobody knows where yet, but I guess we'll find out in due course.
We suddenly got a spate of letters from him -- he got the company high rifle score and was very proud of that (for that matter so are we). He didn't remember to send us the graduation packet, though, so we'll have to stand in line at the gate for a vehicle pass . . . . oh, well.
The Girl just left Camp Lejeune last Friday . . . . she was a summer intern for a civilian contractor that is doing GIS mapping and a biodiversity study for the USMC (she's a bio major). So their paths won't cross. We visited the parents down in coastal GA so they could see her (they'll see the Boy at graduation) and we took her back to college today. Her room is a hoot -- up in the attic of a dormitory, with the dormer window down a narrow little tunnel (that will just fit her bed). She seems to like it though.
You could have come to visit us! Is this your daughter’s last year at Davidson?
At least things will be getting better at Lejeune in September, as opposed to June. “Better” compared to P.I., too. I hope he enjoys his time off!
Unless they're somehow phonetic, I suspect the latter. *\;-)
Right now I suspect he's headed home to San Diego to his wife and children! After that, who knows? And I don't know if he can say.
But our new priest appears to be "evangelism on fire," and I will not be the only one happy at that! This corner of the country is no longer the most unchurched (New England recently sunk below us) but it's a huge, if highly resistant, mission field.
Please let LoM and me know when she heads to “Seattle”. She has FRiends here.
Daughter's a senior this year . . . much to my amazement. Where DID the time go? We'll be back up for graduation at least, maybe more often.
She had naughty things to say about the weather at Lejeune -- although as she likes to point out, SHE was in an airconditioned office most of the time rather than marching around in the heat and humidity . . . but the Boy probably was pitying her for having to sit at a computer and make maps from the metes and bounds of title deeds . . . .
As I am sure you know all main line protestants share one service. At the time I think the lead Chaplin assigned to the base was Episcopalian. We lived on the Alameda Navel Air Station and attended the base Chapel. The chapel attendance was often near 200. On this Sunday bad weather kept many people away and only around 50 were in the service. We had Communion that and he prepared for about 200. I had a Baptist background but I have already become familiar with the use of wine in services, but unlike Baptist all the wine must be consumed in the service. We sat there and waited for him to finish drinking all the extra wine for about 10 minutes. I grew to enjoy these type of services and never knew of any conflicts because of them.
"England expects that every man will do his duty."
Odd. When I serve, well into the service one of my functions is to count the expected communicants and tell the priest as he prepares for the Consecration, so he has an idea of how much wine and how many wafers to prepare for this specific Communion.
Does England expect that of Americans today? *\;-)
"Devastating excellence of vocabulary!"
That phrase, by the way, comes from this story, and has stuck in my mind for the intervening forty-four and a half years.
I use it when it seems appropriate.
You’ll have to ask Lord Nelson . . . may be tough to get an interview though.
Since we're both in the choir now, I have no idea who's counting noses downstairs. But somebody is, because they run it pretty close.
Only science fiction I've read recently is C.S. Lewis's . . . he's got pretty amazing vocabulary though. I didn't realize until I read his volume of the Oxford History of English Lit that the title of That Hideous Strength was from a VERY obscure poem on the Tower of Babel by a VERY obscure Scottish poet, Sir David Lindsay.
and YEP she BITES, really well.
i always tell visitors, "DO NOT TRY to pick her up. she will BITE you". nonetheless, about once a month, some !@#$%^&* tries to grabs her off the floor & gets bitten!
"can you say, BRAIN-DEAD, children??? SURE you CAN!!!" (apologies to the late Mr Rogers)
free dixie HUGS,sw
Received this odd note today, via email:
“Day 983 of my captivity...”
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other
inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly
clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on
the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless
body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike
fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates
what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a ‘good little
hunter’ I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the
duration of the event. However, I could hear the
noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I
must learn what this means and how to use it to my
advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to
assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around
his feet as he was walking. I must try this again
tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are
flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is
regularly released - and seems to be more than
willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain
that he reports my every move. My captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated
cell, so he is safe.
*For now.........*
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