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Posted on 03/18/2002 5:22:17 AM PST by Billie
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Your 'wolfish' sense of humor is showing!
Yes, all that, and it was free. I remember when they put in a quarter machine for water, air, etc. ..even when you served yourself. The screaming protests were heard far and wide.
I remember the Mobil station I frequented most, the fellow who did the windshields, etc. also would open the door and whisk out the floor mats.
They were the good old days, but, geewhillikers, what would I do without my computer?????
JJ had a great first day in this new program at school (which actually is in the same school just a different program and classroom). He has the same bus driver as before so that helped a little I think, to see a familiar face. He did fall asleep on the way home. *s*
I'm battling yet another sinus infection. Yay. You'd think when they cut out my tonsils and adenoids when I was five, it'd help some. WRONG.
But hey, hubby will be home the first week of April. That's all that matters. *LOL*
Two U.S. Special Forces soldiers guard each other as they play basketball during a break in a joint military counter-terrorism exercise at the army brigade in Tabiawan village, Isabela town, Basilan island, southern Philippines, Sunday, March 17, 2002. Hundreds of U.S. troops are now in Zamboanga and Basilan as they participate in exercises aimed at destroying the Muslim extremist group Abu Sayyaf, linked to the al-Qaida terror network. (AP Photo/Aaron Favila)
Unfortunately, we probably won't be meeting this coming summer, as Mr. Gator won't be home until the end of this year, if we're lucky and all remains on schedule!
Sorry I missed the St. Pat's celebration--I was hit with a big time case of jet lag. I have to make some phone calls tonite so I will be on my way, but I will plan to stop by the Canteen for a nice long visit toward the end of the week, if not the weekend for sure! I'm thinkin' of all of you! GG
Eat yer' heart out, Louie-Wolf!
Service Wife
A service wife is mostly girl...but there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a flat tire, that she begins to suspect she is also a boy.
She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump or pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world, and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years. "It was in Hawaii the third child was born and the eldest had the chicken pox, in Virginia our baby girl suffered a broken arm. It was at 29 Palms he got promoted and we received word that his father had passed. In San Diego our little league team won it all."
At least one of her babies was born or a transfer was accomplished while she was alone, This causes her to suspect a secret pact between her husband and the service providing for a man to be overseas or on temporary duty at times such as these.
A service wife is international, she may be an Iowa farm girl, a French Mademoiselle, Japanese or a southern belle, but when discussing service problems, they all speak the same language.
She is a great actress. To heartbroken children at transfer time, she gives an academy performance. "Fallon is going to be such fun! I hear they have Indian reservations-and tarantulas-and rattle snakes," but her heart is breaking along with theirs. She wonders if this is worth all the sacrifice.
An ideal service wife has the patience of an angel, the flexibility of putty, the wisdom of a scholar, and the stamina of a horse. If she dislikes money it helps!
She is sentimental, carrying her memories with her in an old footlocker. One night she is a bigamist, sharing her husband with a demanding entity called "duty." When duty calls, she becomes # 2 wife. Until she can accept that fact, her life can be miserable.
She is above all, a women who married a serviceman who offered her the permanency of a gypsy, the miseries of loneliness, the frustration of conformity and the security of love.
Sitting among her packing boxes, with squabbling children nearby, she is sometimes willing to chuck it all...until she hears the firm steps and cheerful voice of that happy man who gave her all this.
Then she is happy to be...his service wife.
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(((((((HUGS))))))) to you and hey to that husband of yours Lady!! :^) Jack
You talkin' to just Billie? Or both of us?
Eat yer' heart out, Louie-Wolf!
Oh, just Billie, huh?
I don't think you'll have much luck, Jinx, after all...
I have a Harley, all you have is a
spray can. LOL
Oh, alright, invite yourself, then. Tell ya' what, why don't you pick Billie up on the way, and we'll meet in El Paso...
I do pretty well with my spray can, I'll pick up the tab!
This morning, a bright, warm North Florida day, myself, Mrs. Cut, and her parents took a drive up to Amelia Island, just north of Jacksonville. The In-Laws are in town on vacation, and were up for some sightseeing. My father-in-law, like me, is something of a history buff.
We stopped at the Fort Clinch monument, which is a coastal fortification dating from the Civil War, and is being beautifully restored. While the ladies enjoyed some rest, the men explored the Fort.
Upon entering, we were approached by an elderly gentleman in a Union Soldier's uniform(several volunteers participate in the restorations and act as tour guides and info sources). He had a big , warm smile and was quite spry despite his years. Since we were about the only ones there, we paused to chat.
He was full of information about the Fort and its times, and seemed to delight in being "in character", as it were. When he found out our military status(my father-in-law was Army back in the '60s, and I'm active duty Navy) he smiled, gave a little laugh, and showed us a little newspaper clipping he had.
It featured a photograph of him, only a year or so younger, in a different uniform-one of an Army Soldier, circa 1945. he was, the story said, recieving a Bronze Star with "V" device, for heroism during the Battle of the Bulge, which he qualified for but did not recieve at the time due to a hardship transfer to the States after that famous battle.
I looked at the small, still-smiling old man with his mischevous twinkle, and suddenly, my 6-foot 3-inch frame felt a bit smaller. I reached out and shook this Hero's hand, as did my father-in-law. It doesn't end there, however.
The old Soldier and we chatted about the current war, and we found that his spirit still had wings of eagles. He had, since 9-11, been personally responsible for locating two separate individuals ("in MAH Fort") photographing the entrances to the bay, and more importantly the OHIO-class nuclear submarines that sometimes sailed past. Neither had proper I.D.'s, and both are now in the hands of the F.B.I., courtesy of one little old man who knew what to do when you see suspicious activity during wartime.
I was honored to have met him. If you're ever there, stop in and say hello. If you are a young lady, watch out, for he still keeps his clear eyes out for "pretty wimmen". Shake his hand, for this is what a hero can look like.
Oh, alright, invite yourself, then. Tell ya' what, why don't you pick Billie up on the way,
and we'll meet in El Paso...
You're tolerant of poor manners, I see. LOL
I do pretty well with my spray can, I'll pick up the tab!
Once Billie is on my Harley, with the wind blowing in her hair, you'll be lucky to see our smoke as we roar by.
Er, just what DO you do with your spray can that makes it so profitable? : )
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