Friday night I was invited to a birthday party
I don't drink alcohol but I said, what the heck
I can't remember how many beers I had or how many shot of whiskey
I got to my car around midnite I took a wrong way home
and I was flying high while driving and passed out
Hey, Mr. are you alright? It was close to 8:00am when I realized that
I was in the middle of this small pond
inside my car about 2 feet of water, frogs, lizards, even a baby snake swimming around
How I got in there? whiskey and beer
so glad I didn't hit a person or a deer.
I have decided to move and live at the Apalachians(mispelled?)
Where the mountains touch the sky and the stars I can touch.
Trees and leaves, rain and snow will froze my cozed. I'll be
more than happy, bears, squirrels, snakes and racoons, let them
be my brothers and sisters, with no purpose sinisters. My mountains and fountains, water falls, that's will be all.
I hate everyone of you, yeah! you, human kind...I hate wild life
and those without a wife...I hate every tree that seems to be free...I hate this site and everyone inside, emoticons, pro and cons...I hate you, the one with Charles Bronson moustache like
hatch, can't be catch.
This was a moment of a nervous breakdown.
The man from Nam thought that he was losing this war of words story tellers about their wars. Jungle man asked Camel man, Do you have war secrets? Dragon skin was taken by surprise and said;war secrets? What do you mean by war secrets?. I have a war secret, jungle man from Nam,said. And what is that secret, dessert camel vet asked. In Viet Nam, my 12 month tour of duty was extended by the Vietcong, against my wish, of course. You see, I was capture, I was a p.o.w.(prisoner of war). And where is the secret on that? I mean being a p.o.w. is not so secret at all, commented dessert camel soldier. So, tell me, what's the secret in being a pow. The man from Nam took a deep breathe, closed his eyes and said; I was raped. The Iraqui war veteran couldn't believed his ears. You was raped? raped by who? Dragon skin asked. I was raped by those little Vietcong guerillas when they took me as a prisoner. Dragon skin was in shocked, silence fallowed; jungle man was in silence too, with his eyes still closed. I, the listener, with ears wide open, I wanted to hear some more; but don't get me wrong here. I thought, ok, he was raped, now "revenge". The Vietcong will have to paid for this, he will kill them all, an eye for an eye, take no prisoners, have no mercy on them. His "revenge" will bring the end of the Viet Nam war. That's what I really wanted to hear, as a listener, I was hoping to have a clear end from this jungle warrior.
But the jungle warrior had another story to tell.
To be continued! Stay Tune!
By: Monat May 20, 2007
This story I heard from a conversation between 2 combat veterans, one from Viet Nam war, the other from Iraq war. They were sitting behind me on a V.A.shuttle bus. These 2 guys were completly inmerse sharing their combat experiences, telling each other about the differences between Nam and Iraq. They said
something about that strange sensation when somebody is shooting at you and viceversa. Me, well I never been in a combat situation
a veteran with no experience, or so they say. Keep in mind that I'm just the listener. Their war stories were getting pretty, pretty hot by now, it was like watching a war movie. I heard about IED from the insurgents, ambushes from the Vietcong, booby traps on rice paddies, road side bombs on the Iraqui streets, shooting camels here, water buffalos there. You name it, I was at the edge from this conversation. I was having a combat flash back, but I couldn't get one, I've never been in combat, I forgot about that. Well, let's go back to these 2 warriors and their stories. Seems to me that this war talking was turning into a contest, who put up a ferocious firefight, which warriors were the bravest. I was considering to commend both men for the "Medal Of Honor" after all I heard from these 2 former soldiers, but this was totally out of my hands, I'm a civilian after all.
To be continued:
By: Monat
May 20,2007
I wish I was there, to care and share, all silence and fresh air. But, where are you? are you for real?. What a pity, I cannot
find you. C, just can't see, B, now we're three, A, I hope I can
stay. Still, you are my favorite place, where I feel and heal
with no need to appeal.
I'll find you one day, so sad, that day is not today.
Son,you son of a gun,now that is done,who told you that you can't be a doctor? Son,you can even be a nun,sorry bastards,they
can hide,they can't rum. My attorney,my son,so much for this
world hold the yolk. Son,proffesor,conffesor,I'm your dad, your
compressor. I'm happy for your carreer, like father, like son.
My son,be like me,a frolic,workaholic,never leave its bottle,a proffesional alcoholic.
You never know when a neighbor is sleeping, studying or just
needs to live in peace for a few moments. Be aware of your noise
levels at all times.Noise is amplified in some buildings.
Remmember this: Do not disturb.
It's you and Betty Boo, Me as I can see we'll be here year after
year, even after the Kingdom come. Dec.2012, I'll be cleaning
my shelves, my trip one ticket way long. Don't hesitate, I'm
glad for my mistake, rattle and shake. It's you, Me and Betty Boo
so go find yourself another fool to be cruel.
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