Moon child
"What did you do last night, Lull?"
"I was bored. So I turned myself into a bird and flew up on top of the secretary and looked around at the room a while."
A secretary, in the world of an enlisted Marine, was a tall, narrow piece of furniture that was sort of an entertainment center with a fold down door on top, which acted as a writing desk when open. You could sit at the edge of your rack (bed) and write home on the secretary. It was basically the place that all civilian items went, since the wall lockers were supposed to be full of uniforms and issued items.
"Cool," I said. I hadn't known Lull long, so I wasn't sure how to take that. Actually, I knew Lull a long time after that and I'm still not sure how to take that comment.
We were in Okinawa, Japan at the time and working in the chow hall of Camp Schwab, on the north east coast of the sub-tropical Japanese island. It was our month of 18 hour days of mess duty.
Lull was a tall, blonde, really thin Marine who, as he tells it, decided to join the Air Force one day and showed up at the office, only to find the recruiter out to lunch. The Marine recruiter stopped him in the hall as he was leaving and said "If you're really ready to do something, do it right." So he left for Paris Island from West Palm Beach the next Tuesday.
He was laid back and gave off the vibe of a stoned surfer, but he also had universal respect from the officers, the senior enlisted men, and his peers. He may or may not have been stoned some or all of the time, but he always finished all the hikes and runs, always kept his weapons clean, shot "expert" on the range, and even mentored younger Marines on how to do all of those things.
I was one of those younger Marines. In all the considerable time I spent with him, I never saw him use a single illegal drug and in fact, he even drank less than most of us.
He began my lasting fascination with people who don't fit stereotypes.
Another fascination he left me was with the band King Crimson, who have one song that is probably more apt for today's world than it was even in 1969's screwed up world.
"I was bored. So I turned myself into a bird and flew up on top of the secretary and looked around at the room a while."
A secretary, in the world of an enlisted Marine, was a tall, narrow piece of furniture that was sort of an entertainment center with a fold down door on top, which acted as a writing desk when open. You could sit at the edge of your rack (bed) and write home on the secretary. It was basically the place that all civilian items went, since the wall lockers were supposed to be full of uniforms and issued items.
"Cool," I said. I hadn't known Lull long, so I wasn't sure how to take that. Actually, I knew Lull a long time after that and I'm still not sure how to take that comment.
We were in Okinawa, Japan at the time and working in the chow hall of Camp Schwab, on the north east coast of the sub-tropical Japanese island. It was our month of 18 hour days of mess duty.
Lull was a tall, blonde, really thin Marine who, as he tells it, decided to join the Air Force one day and showed up at the office, only to find the recruiter out to lunch. The Marine recruiter stopped him in the hall as he was leaving and said "If you're really ready to do something, do it right." So he left for Paris Island from West Palm Beach the next Tuesday.
He was laid back and gave off the vibe of a stoned surfer, but he also had universal respect from the officers, the senior enlisted men, and his peers. He may or may not have been stoned some or all of the time, but he always finished all the hikes and runs, always kept his weapons clean, shot "expert" on the range, and even mentored younger Marines on how to do all of those things.
I was one of those younger Marines. In all the considerable time I spent with him, I never saw him use a single illegal drug and in fact, he even drank less than most of us.
He began my lasting fascination with people who don't fit stereotypes.
Another fascination he left me was with the band King Crimson, who have one song that is probably more apt for today's world than it was even in 1969's screwed up world.
I really like King Crimson. I was disappointed to find they aren't on iTunes, only tribute bands. I have listened to the song all day today. Love it!
I remember your Lull story. Perhaps he practiced transcendental meditation. Although, if he did there HAVE to be more interesting places to visit than the secretary in his own barracks.
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I just tried to do it but I'm in such a bad mood I ended up pooping on people's heads.
Or is it "fowl" mood?
Ha. I crack myself up.
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Maybe that's what was going on with Phred. He was bored so he decided to turn himself into a human and walk around the house for a while. Until some dumb-ass poked him with a broom stick and disrupted his meditation.
Or maybe...Phred is really Lull....
My brain is a strange place. I know.
King Crimson is providing a very fitting soundtrack of my life today.
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Happy Birthday Kelly!!!!!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY!
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Happy Birthday, Kelly! Hope you celebrated and kicked it up good!
Aunt Cherie and Becki
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My plant is roaring just like bee-hive Shit, is that boring - I fuсk this life!
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Very nice post and video is great....
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Nice comment in this blog so Thanks...
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