Well, crap.
Normally I don't do this, I keep my myspace blogs and the ones here on monkeyshyne.com completely separate, but this one warrants being posted in two places, to me...not saying what I have to say is that important in the grand scheme of life, but to me it is, at least on this one....
(from my myspace blog)
"I was catching up with my buddy Ray yesterday on msn messenger, we're Air Force buddies from way back....he came in the service right after me, and was in the class a couple behind mine in Airstrikes-R-Us School we both went to to initially learn the basics of our job...we didn't really know each other back then, but later when we got to be friends we also realized that we had also been at the infamous-in-USAF circles OL-H almost at the same time, the indoctrination course for becoming a Pararescueman....neither of us made it for various reasons all the way through pipeline of schools you have to go to (Indoc at OL-H is one mother of a course, trust me), but we had some shared memories of it.
So he asks me if I remembered an instructor there named Maltz...the name rung a bell but as it's been 13 years, I couldn't remember exactly who he was, until Ray said "he was the mean sonofabitch who always brought his Rottweiler into the class or dorms and scared the shit out of everyone". Oh yeah, now I remember. I hated the guy. He flipped me and my mattress out of the top bunk at 4am in the morning once, onto the floor (ouch) and all I remember was going 'what the f$x' and remember the dog staring at me like it wanted to have me for a 4am light snack.
We both agreed that we hated the dude.
But then Ray tells me that he bought the farm in Afghanistan in 2003 in a helicopter crash. What a crappy way to go. 8,000 miles from your friends and family and loved ones, and you get done in because the helicopter you're on breaks in flight or you get shot down by some bearded dude who doesn't speak English and hates you becase, well, who knows why, I'm leaving politics way out of this.
We then kind of solemnly agreed that hating him was kind of pointless, and had been a waste of time, in the end. Everybody's got their place in the cosmos, and hate is a waste of time. And everyone is someone's husband or wife, son or daughter, brother or sister, and regardless of whether you agree with the circumstances that people are dying in, in the various spots of the world we're involved in, that should stop and make you think.Another mutual friend of Ray and I's, Dennis Hay, died last year in Iraq. Ray knew him a lot better than I did. He had cross-trained out of our career field into Pararescue, and then had switched to the Army to be a chopper pilot...he was shot down and killed about 7 months ago.
So whether you agree with what's going on over in the Middle East or not, take a second or two to think about someone you may know who might be over there, and wish them a safe return.
Marauder 04, out."
Just some food for thought.
Anyway, I am off to Fort Sill, OK today here in a couple of hours for a couple of days of blowing stuff up on the bombing range, yeehaw! I will then be stopping in Dallas on my way back, so to the great fans of WF, we'll be seeing ya on Friday night at the Iron Horse, word! And then back to Dallas to play at Click's on Saturday night.
(from my myspace blog)
"I was catching up with my buddy Ray yesterday on msn messenger, we're Air Force buddies from way back....he came in the service right after me, and was in the class a couple behind mine in Airstrikes-R-Us School we both went to to initially learn the basics of our job...we didn't really know each other back then, but later when we got to be friends we also realized that we had also been at the infamous-in-USAF circles OL-H almost at the same time, the indoctrination course for becoming a Pararescueman....neither of us made it for various reasons all the way through pipeline of schools you have to go to (Indoc at OL-H is one mother of a course, trust me), but we had some shared memories of it.
So he asks me if I remembered an instructor there named Maltz...the name rung a bell but as it's been 13 years, I couldn't remember exactly who he was, until Ray said "he was the mean sonofabitch who always brought his Rottweiler into the class or dorms and scared the shit out of everyone". Oh yeah, now I remember. I hated the guy. He flipped me and my mattress out of the top bunk at 4am in the morning once, onto the floor (ouch) and all I remember was going 'what the f$x' and remember the dog staring at me like it wanted to have me for a 4am light snack.
We both agreed that we hated the dude.
But then Ray tells me that he bought the farm in Afghanistan in 2003 in a helicopter crash. What a crappy way to go. 8,000 miles from your friends and family and loved ones, and you get done in because the helicopter you're on breaks in flight or you get shot down by some bearded dude who doesn't speak English and hates you becase, well, who knows why, I'm leaving politics way out of this.
We then kind of solemnly agreed that hating him was kind of pointless, and had been a waste of time, in the end. Everybody's got their place in the cosmos, and hate is a waste of time. And everyone is someone's husband or wife, son or daughter, brother or sister, and regardless of whether you agree with the circumstances that people are dying in, in the various spots of the world we're involved in, that should stop and make you think.Another mutual friend of Ray and I's, Dennis Hay, died last year in Iraq. Ray knew him a lot better than I did. He had cross-trained out of our career field into Pararescue, and then had switched to the Army to be a chopper pilot...he was shot down and killed about 7 months ago.
So whether you agree with what's going on over in the Middle East or not, take a second or two to think about someone you may know who might be over there, and wish them a safe return.
Marauder 04, out."
Just some food for thought.
Anyway, I am off to Fort Sill, OK today here in a couple of hours for a couple of days of blowing stuff up on the bombing range, yeehaw! I will then be stopping in Dallas on my way back, so to the great fans of WF, we'll be seeing ya on Friday night at the Iron Horse, word! And then back to Dallas to play at Click's on Saturday night.
posted by Keith at 11:20 AM
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