Johnike, I have not spoken to my Army friend in Iowa since the last time I mentioned it.
I really should try to call him. We went through basic and AIT together and his name was Cookie Man. He could do one handed pushups all day even with a sand bag on his back. In basic when we had to drop and do pushups I would try to get next to him because he would start doing pushups very fast and he would yell out 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and I would just be finishing one so I would yellout "10"
And again to "20". So I actually did about 100 pushups, kind of.
you supported one another, you were there for us...Thank You. So many of you boys became men ( and so many died that finally sanity prevailed)
I think that war thing, especially combat changes a person that every facet of his/her life is vastly different. Even in respect to aquariums.
Many times people ask me something like "Aren't you afraid to put in things like beer cans, bottles and stuff from the sea?"
And I usually answer "do I look afraid?"
I have a theory and (sorry) I am going off on a tangent again (It is raining and I am going boating a little later) My theory is, and this reflects life in general, and no I am not the God of life either, but if something happens to you that you consider kind of bad, then everything that happens to you after that is no big deal. Then when something else happens that is worse, then that is a horrible thing because that is the worst thing that has happened to you.
But everything else is still no problem. But if something really bad happens, like if you were in (God forbid) the Trade Center when it fell or in some really bad combat, then probably nothing in your life will even be worse, so the rest of your life will be easy.
I was not in the Trade Center when it fell but I was near by, I watched it fall and I did have a crew working there. Unfortunately they did not make it.
But that was years after I had experienced my share of combat so I think I handled it better then most people. Of course Not that I was in any way untouched by it, that was the second worst day of my life.
But now, hopefully none of us will have tragedy's, my life should be much easier and if something silly like my tank crashing or a fish dies, it will not hardly bother me.
Also a combat Veteran can usually pick out another fellow combat Vet even from a distance away. I am not sure why.
I hope I made sence out of that statement and I don't want to get hate mail if I didn't.
I know this was started about the history of at least my experience but it was so long ago and life was happening at the same time that my tank was evolving so I have trouble seperating the two things.
This thread says that almost 3,000 members visited here. So how do you other 2,580 people feel about this?
Do you agree with anything? Nothing? every other word? only the stuff about Supermodels? Army stuff? Your sorry you read any of this? You are sorry you read all of it, wished you stayed in bed? Hate me? completely disagree with every atom of my being? Wish that I drank poison and died?
Want to name your first born after me? Your first born clownfish?
Never want to hear my name again and will throw out your Beatle records because Paul McCartney sings on it? All of the above? :hmm5: