leftyf
SSG Stumpy-VA Terrorist
Manchu Six this is Manchu Four.
Four this is Six --Go.
Six just received notification that Four Actual is down hard. No survivors.
Four this is Six. Thank you for the notification. I will notify Six Actual personally.
Four if you have no further traffic, Manchu Six out.
Six this is Four -- out.....until we all meet at Fiddler's Green, once again
It's hard to believe that I knew this clown for 37 years...we had so many adventures that I could not put them all down...from stealing 1,000 sheets from Bassett Army Hospital to shooting prostitutes on 2d Ave. in Fairbanks from the 2d floor of the Star of the North Building, using a Whammo Slingshot and nickel pencil erasers...to parking a Volkswagen bug in the lobby of Grant Hall on Ft Wainwright. Rolled it in...carried it out... Burned my a** off with him in Vietnam...and froze it off in Alaska. Ran with him during a couple of real gun battle, we had, with some pimps during the Alaskan Pipeline Boom. Saw him through 4 marriages two different sets of kids..and held his hand while I sat here and watched him die a slow death.
Our youth was spent on the battlefields of southeast Asia. We went there as kids and came back shot up, and used up. We got not respect and getting spit on was one of the milder things we got thrown on us. The Army was our home and we both lost when we had to get out because "Daddies, don't raise kids alone in the Good Ol' US Army" We lost things we never got back...and we left things that we needed to live as normal human beings. Things that we needed to survive in the battlefields of the US. We may have been a lot of things...but, NORMAL was never one of them. Probably why we remained friends for so long, jungle beasts never run alone. And, at one time, that's exactly what we were.
We spent literally thousands of hours on the phone at night, when neither one of could sleep, talking about the old days...and where our final destination was going to be. I watched him separate himself totally from everyone he ever knew...and just sat there and wished himself away. It was a sad ending to an often sad life. I miss him now..and I'll miss him for whatever time I got left. I got nobody else. He went the way he wanted. He was my last friend. And now, I'm it the last of us...and our time is nearly gone.
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