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Comment from sweetwoodjax
this is a cute story, jay, I love the history of you and your friends joining the air force together and remaining friends with marty after it was over and the trouble you two cooked up together. I enjoyed reading it
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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this is a cute story, jay, I love the history of you and your friends joining the air force together and remaining friends with marty after it was over and the trouble you two cooked up together. I enjoyed reading it
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Thanks for reading it. The next part will air next week.
Comment from justafan
You can't be that much older than me, Jay!! I will admit however, I don't know who Doolittle is or was. You have had an extraordinary life, my friend. This is where you met your wife? Never mind, I will await the next chapter :) Well done, Jay!
Always,
Missy
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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You can't be that much older than me, Jay!! I will admit however, I don't know who Doolittle is or was. You have had an extraordinary life, my friend. This is where you met your wife? Never mind, I will await the next chapter :) Well done, Jay!
Always,
Missy
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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No, Betty was Marty's girlfriend, then, wife now. I didn't meet my wife there. Glad you're gonna stick around for the remaining chapters.
Comment from LIJ Red
The USAF 6917th Security Group, stationed at San Vito di Normanni was my home for seventeen months including all of 1968, Navy dungarees or not.
Was it Charley Pride who sang Is Anybody Goin' to San Antone? Did you imagine Doolittle up to his runty neck in Chinese sewage after the raid on Japan? Just
rambling, can't see anything to gripe about in the excellent post.
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The USAF 6917th Security Group, stationed at San Vito di Normanni was my home for seventeen months including all of 1968, Navy dungarees or not.
Was it Charley Pride who sang Is Anybody Goin' to San Antone? Did you imagine Doolittle up to his runty neck in Chinese sewage after the raid on Japan? Just
rambling, can't see anything to gripe about in the excellent post.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Thanks for reading it, Red. So you remember Doolittle. I was stationed in Tripoli, North Africa.
Comment from jpduck
I'm sorry to have to say this, Jay, but I'm afraid this didn't do a lot for me. But, it surely isn't a writerly sin not to grab a limey old git living in the outer darkness of rural England, so what the hell?
Adrian
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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I'm sorry to have to say this, Jay, but I'm afraid this didn't do a lot for me. But, it surely isn't a writerly sin not to grab a limey old git living in the outer darkness of rural England, so what the hell?
Adrian
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Ha! Not a problem, Adrian. Give it a shot later on next week. They're short, usually comprising one event.
Comment from Jacqueline M Franklin
Hi, Jay...
_ Air Force, huh? Tom was in the Air Force as well. Air Traffic Control. No catnaps at the job--no sir!
_ I hated growing up in the 60s---a hippie I was NOT. Just a down home country girl forced into being transplanted to Downey, CA for my more formative years.
_ Oh, hell, now I know where it all went so wrong!
_ Back to the Pledge---my comfort zone! LOL
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax (*:*)
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Hi, Jay...
_ Air Force, huh? Tom was in the Air Force as well. Air Traffic Control. No catnaps at the job--no sir!
_ I hated growing up in the 60s---a hippie I was NOT. Just a down home country girl forced into being transplanted to Downey, CA for my more formative years.
_ Oh, hell, now I know where it all went so wrong!
_ Back to the Pledge---my comfort zone! LOL
Cheers & Blessings
Keep Smilin'... Jax (*:*)
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Hiya, Jax. Yeah the good ol' Air Force. I didn't travel much, just to North Africa for two years. That was when I started writing.
Comment from ellie6
A rambling little stream of memory, but nice! The 50's and 60's were a time when anything was possible.. It seems that your Irish tutor did something right, because your writing flows and engages one.
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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A rambling little stream of memory, but nice! The 50's and 60's were a time when anything was possible.. It seems that your Irish tutor did something right, because your writing flows and engages one.
Comment Written 04-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Thank you so much, Ellie, for your complimentary crit. Hope to see you back next week for part 2.
Comment from Eigle Rull
My friend, I enjoyed this romp through the old days with you. It was well written to make it feel personal and close. It was believable too. Your descriptions of the past seem somewhat familiar to mine. This was an interesting chapter. I enjoyed it very much, my friend. I am looking forward to the next chapter. Best wishes to you.
Always with respect,
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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My friend, I enjoyed this romp through the old days with you. It was well written to make it feel personal and close. It was believable too. Your descriptions of the past seem somewhat familiar to mine. This was an interesting chapter. I enjoyed it very much, my friend. I am looking forward to the next chapter. Best wishes to you.
Always with respect,
Comment Written 03-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Many thanks, Elgie. Those were carefree, fun times. Pick up part two next week.
Comment from vapros
Lackland, yes indeed! And then to Brooks Field, on its' last legs, and USAFSS, language training for a year at Syracuse U, and then here and there. 1951, etc.
You have given us the beginning of a story that could go anywhere, and we would like to go along. Well done.
v
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Lackland, yes indeed! And then to Brooks Field, on its' last legs, and USAFSS, language training for a year at Syracuse U, and then here and there. 1951, etc.
You have given us the beginning of a story that could go anywhere, and we would like to go along. Well done.
v
Comment Written 03-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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Love to have you along, V. You were kicking around earlier than I. I was in from 1957 to 1960. I got a 14 month "early-out" since my Security Service career field in North Africa was not a useful one in the state. With 20-20 hind-site, I'd have reenlisted. But you couldn't convince me I wouldn't tear up the world.
Comment from Spitfire
obscurantist, platitudinously, -- sounds like someone who could suffer through Finnegan's Wake! My hubby had to get his Mom's signature to join the Air Force in 1954. He was seventeen, and after training was sent to Germany. Worked in security too. He loved it and stayed six years, spending time in Italy, Turkey, France, etc. So, an informal degree he can claim. A year or so, after he came back, he met me.
I'm wondering if this Betty is your wife today? Always fun to hear your rambles, Jay.
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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obscurantist, platitudinously, -- sounds like someone who could suffer through Finnegan's Wake! My hubby had to get his Mom's signature to join the Air Force in 1954. He was seventeen, and after training was sent to Germany. Worked in security too. He loved it and stayed six years, spending time in Italy, Turkey, France, etc. So, an informal degree he can claim. A year or so, after he came back, he met me.
I'm wondering if this Betty is your wife today? Always fun to hear your rambles, Jay.
Comment Written 03-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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No, Betty was Marty's girlfriend and is now his wife of close to fifty years. I'm finding more and more people who were in Security. That's not Security Police, mind you.
Comment from barkingdog
I always enjoy reading your blog articles, Jay. This one was just zipping along until I came to this hum-dinger of a paragraph. It's one reader often skip over because they can't hold on to the information through the complex structure.
I've only changed two things. See what you think.
The whole idea of this retrospective was (and it really was!) to get back to the roots of the history before I arrived with Marty in San Antonio, Texas, February 6th, 1962, in hopes of discovering the reason why we left the well-cushioned security of our respective moms' and dads' homes in the first place and launched out into the unknown where no one knew, cared or even believed that we were immortal(.)[, and only] (Only) our parents knew but didn't have the words to tell us[,] that the world would do everything in [their](its) collective power to disprove it. That is the world's job, after all! We were to discover it, in our own singular souls, as all of us, singularly, must.
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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I always enjoy reading your blog articles, Jay. This one was just zipping along until I came to this hum-dinger of a paragraph. It's one reader often skip over because they can't hold on to the information through the complex structure.
I've only changed two things. See what you think.
The whole idea of this retrospective was (and it really was!) to get back to the roots of the history before I arrived with Marty in San Antonio, Texas, February 6th, 1962, in hopes of discovering the reason why we left the well-cushioned security of our respective moms' and dads' homes in the first place and launched out into the unknown where no one knew, cared or even believed that we were immortal(.)[, and only] (Only) our parents knew but didn't have the words to tell us[,] that the world would do everything in [their](its) collective power to disprove it. That is the world's job, after all! We were to discover it, in our own singular souls, as all of us, singularly, must.
Comment Written 03-Sep-2015
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2015
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If you go back and read that section, you'll see I took your suggestions almost verbatim ... with one exception. "World" is a collective noun and can take either a singular or collective verb. I chose the plural "their" because I am referring to ALL the people, institutions, forces, etc. in the world. I even used the words "collective power". But I'm indebted to you, Ellen for finding a simpler way of saying that serpentine sentence. I do love long, rambling sentences, but not at the expense of understanding. Again, thanks.