Slydell
Pancho
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Yep. Yep.
I've remembered somehow after years of Spanish dormancy.
Did you book on any chicks, today?
Don't worry, be happy. Naw, really. Something happened in my life the following year that sort of blurs a few things and memories. Brain and memory is still good just took a jolt at one time.
I would love to become fluent. I have some ideas of things to do with my kids regarding it.
And yes I did!!! There is this hottie down the row from me. She was at Cincy and she was there today. At Cincy I got that look, you know? She was coming out of the row (I'm on the end) and I wasn't paying attention. She said excuse me and I looked up and I just got and gave that look. As I stood up she put her hand on my shoulder/arm and smiled.
Well today we had a little small talk. I've gotta make a move on this one, Pooch. Gimme advice. She's usually coming to see her parents from the student section. Do I just slip her my number or what?
No, not hushed. Most people today don't have a clue what the world was like at that time. No idea what went on. Troops dying every day and no news coverage of any of it. Just a blip on the radar. That was something that we were in as early as 1955 and no one knew. That fighting was very much different than today's video game fighting. Everyone there was fighting for survival. Everyone has stories. But, history will be white washed to appease the ass holes and forever poison the hippies. New, when you figure out politics, for real, you might find yourself in a growing minority.
Follow her back to the student section one day. Be bold or go home, imo...
I know you can pull off the conversation part.
How do I do that, though? She'd have to invite me. And if I just went for it, wouldn't I need a ticket to get in there?
I can talk easily and charm a girl when they are just the tiniest bit outgoing. I fail when it comes to initiating things.
Do you think someone of my age and of limited exposure can ever understand? It seems like it was something that will always be personal. Even if stories are told, it seems like it is something that can't be put in perspective. The dangers, the constant fear, is just something no one can comprehend unless they lived it.
So it must really piss some people off when someone tries to play it off like they know something or know what something was like.
I really shouldn't even participate in political discussions until I am better educated. I should just sit back and learn, but even then, who knows if what I am being told is correct?
I don't think anyone can really know what happened at any time unless they live that time. History is sometimes just names, numbers, dates, specific events, etc. I knew a guy who carried a tomahawk that belonged to his grandfather. Another, who wore moccasins on point patrol that were his father's. I knew a few who drank too much and smoked too much because they didn't know what the night might bring. Or, the morning light. I knew some too brave. Some, who were not so much. I knew some who looked at the world through glasses that were half inch thick, but yet, the local draft office said they were good to go. It takes one kind of person who can stick a sawed off shotgun in a face in the jungle and pull the trigger and another kind of person who can sit at a console in San Diego and launch a missile strike. To answer part of your post, when you go to sleep, you were either stoned or drunk or straight. Didn't matter which but you went to sleep thinking that you wouldn't make it until morning.
Was there a difference in how you managed, coped, lived if you volunteered yourself for duty or were volunteered?
