Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation
Thursday, December 04, 2003
APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE
It's 17:15 on a dreary day. The normally beautiful, blue skies of coastal North Carolina have been grey all day today. And it's cold. SO COLD! Low 40s - which is barely survivable, after the 80-degree weather two days ago. So what do you guess the Marines are doing today? Practice. Practice. Practice. Started early this morning - apparently just as soon as command learned it would be a day from hell - and has not stopped all day. We're used to rattling windows and shaking houses from artillery practice where I live, but the booms today were different than I've ever heard before. I have no military savvy, but I'd make a wild civilian's guess that these booms came from offshore. On a clear, sunny day, battleships can be seen straight out into the ocean in front of my house -- guessing here, of course, but maybe three to four miles out at sea. What I've been hearing today sounds big enough to be from one of those ships. Can only imagine the bad business the grunts are experiencing on the beach. Could be Eric The Straight White Guy can shed some light on my analysis. Meanwhile, I am reminded of an old poem, not military, but applicable with a few changes: "The day was dark and stormy, and the rain was falling fast. Explosions were loud and scary 'cause Marines were kicking ass!!!" SEMPER FIDELIS, MARINES!!!
Santa Claus has the right idea ... visit people only once a year.
What would men be without women? Scarce, sir ... mighty scarce.
We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.