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A SAFE PLACE TO SLEEP, MEAL A DAY AND YOU HEALTH is happiness and I’ll be home for Christmas – 1974 Vietnam.

22 Dec

I will be to the point;

I was Twenty (20) years of age;

Out of Naval “Boot Camp”.

Recently, married on the Naval Training Command in the North Chapel – San Diego, California in March of 1974.

I was then posted / stationed to isolated duty for a year.  No wives, after one (1) month of being married.

And to an Island in the British Indian Ocean Territories, “Diego Garcia” with it palm trees, ninety (90) and above degree weather to live in a Southeastern Asian Hut, outdoor showers and drink water made from an ocean desalting condenser barge process.

This Island is 500 miles south of India; and 500 miles east of Madagascar, Africa.

Well, after nine (9) months on the Island of Diego Garcia of the British Indian Ocean Territory as an Island Commander Administrative Specialist and Honor Guard; I was granted leave to fly home; to the United States and of course to my dutiful wife; in Lewiston, Maine.

While flying from the Island of Diego Garcia of the British Indian Ocean Territories to Bangkok, Thailand to catch the first leg of my trip; and than to the United States of America we refueled, at Bombay, India; Tel Aviv, Israel, ( where the plane was suddenly surrounded with Israeli troops for our protection; to think I was being protected by the Israelis ), Frankfort , Germany, Heathrow Airport, England to the United States of America.

While, refueling in Bombay, India; I, had an opportunity to disembark the aircraft; “PAN AMERICAN ONE (1)”

While, I was in a crispy new 1970’s United States Naval Enlisted Uniform ( And, not the Cracker Jack uniform; as the Chief of Naval Operations Admiral Zumwalt had changed the Enlisted Uniform to resemble the Officer’s of the Naval Service. ) and cocky; after all I was only 21 years of age.

To think, at age twenty-one (21), I had an opportunity to observe the living condition of the people’s of India.  Remember, this was in 1974 and all I can say is that India was depressing.

At this point I realized that compared to India the United States of America was a sparkling – gleaming – crystal cathedral; palace, castle of a land.

Incidentally, while in flight on the Pan American 747; prior, to landing the pilot’s let me into the Cockpit for a look from their perspective; as it was a different time than today.  The plane also came with; top, of plane air viewing bar.

On waiting for re boarding the aircraft a new 747 Pan American one (1) aircraft.

I, asked an on duty Military India Security Officer, “How can you people live like this”; referring, to the living conditions of his country and his tattered resewed darned uniform? “

His answer change my worldly view; his, answer to my question was is follows:

“ALL YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY; IS, A SAFE PLACE TO SLEEP, A  MEAL A DAY AND YOUR HEALTH; for, everything else is;  “EXTRA” . (How true in to days world.)

I, surprised my family in Naval Dress Uniform; and, will never forget the India Security Officer word’s and the look on my families face when they saw me come through the door.

On conclusion of my leave (Time off); the, return trip to the Island of Diego Garcia was rough for me.

But, duty and honor was the call of my youth; as, my father fought in World War II and Korea at that time once duty and not like today.

Think, about it; I have for over forty (44) years; and, have a great Holiday.

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Dee JACK, “FROST ” . . . . ? Kissed, the Apple’s and made them “Blush”.

29 Oct
Editor’s notes:
Frost (kiss) on the Apples makes them turn red (blush).  This, is an old colloquial phase from the past.

Her love came to me as if a warm Spring breeze on a day in a mountainous meadow covered in freshly bloomed purple flowers of scent.   And, as if we were in a trance of dance swaying to the beat of a soft warm Spring breeze.

And, as Summer burst in and brought in a passion of heat. trance of dance we struggled to find a cozy cool place to nourish our love.  Less, it extinguish itself from too much love heated play.

And I, trying to save her for myself.  From, herself.   And, from everyone else as we make love appear from nothing at all and so she wouldn’t be everyone else’s good time girl.

Then, Fall came with hard work, working side by side we toiled, struggling; till with our body aching and nerves fray from exhaustion we prepare for Winter’s cutting cold edge.

Winter, with closing in of darkness approaching fears and extreme togetherness with not wanting to grow cold and distant to each other or return to strangers at seasons end.

Winter arrived in force, hale fell, snow fell, the minus chill set-in.   And we rejoiced in our tear’s of patience and completed tilling’s.

For, we will survive and we will made it through the trance of dance, passion and heat, toil and body aches!   To, make it through the first year with warmth of our love, bodies aches, heart of love, mines and soul set for winter.

As, Spring appears with it warming our appreciative face’s rejoicing the approaching sun ray’s as we embrace each other with a kiss of passion and heat and trance of dance of Spring.

And, remembrance of last Summer passed.  Working side by side toiling with passion and heat, trance of dance in embrace of the growth from the soil our love.

 

“I spent sometime with my old friend’s and father this rainy morning! “

26 May

I spent sometime with my old friends and father this morning at 65 years young.

As, they do not stand quite as tall as they did in life; but, are remembered in death and memories of past by me and others.

Would, you like to meet them ?  They are listed not in order of importance; but, rather as a “Band of  Fallen Brother’s”.

SILENCE:  I begin; Alphee Grenier, U. S. Army – Richard Grenier, U. S. Airforce – Kendra Labonte, U. S. Global War on Terrorism  – Jirard (Jerry) Der Bogohosian, U. S. Navy, Loved by the City of Lewiston, Maine and mentor to the author of this article.  – Major Andrew E. Morin, U. S. Army – Paul A. St. Pierre, U. S. Army – Rachel M. St. Pierre, U. S. Army – Henri A. St. Pierre, U. S. Army – Louise A. St. Pierre, U.S Army – Daniel C. Cunningham Jr., U. S. Army – Shawn C. Dostie, U. S. Airforce – James B. (Jeb.) Shields, U. S. Navy – Robert E. Buchanan, U. S. Airforce – Ruland Collette U. S. Marines – Andy John Baker, U. S. Navy – Fernand A. Dube, U. S. Army – Thomas J. McMahon, U. S. Army and Metal of Honor winner and so many more of past that gave all when their / our Nation called upon them for service such as I.   Such, as my father your father, grandfather, grandmother and so the list goes on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of a Grateful Nation.

I, have not detailed the era, battles, rank they held or ground they fought on.  As, all were as important to the Worlds security and peace keeping efforts of this great nation.

If, you visit the the Memorial by the Androscoggin River “Great Fall’s” in Lewiston, Maine you will see all of the “Attributes of War” ; fore, all are there.

And, to those that once fought the battles and to those that did not. Please, visit the Androscoggin River Great Fall’s Military Memorial and look deep at the natural scenery that the Veteran Memorial has been set in and remember the Brave Band of Brother and Sister, Mother’s and father’s; your relatives that served without hesitation.

For, they stormed the “Encampments of War” and you can see the “Cliff’s” of staggered Mountains, the “Fortress” with “Dam” with power lines on high, “Gun” set now in silence ever pointing, “Railroad Trestle” tracked river crossing, discarded “Anchor” of a ship gone by, Jeep and graves stones head markers with honor Flags to all that served.

” Yes “, all is seem through different eyes for the “Band of Brother’s / Sister’s of the Brave, the Proud and the few that serve / served and those that gave their effort for all.

Rest in Peace.  Respectfully, Mr. Charles Arthur Soule´ – USN – USNR .(1973 – 1979)

Editors Note:

Also, Prayed and cry for this Nation and school shooting victim’s.  Will, we listen to their cries ?

WISH, THAT I COULD BE A BIRD PERCHED ON HIGH and SEE IF MY SONG WAS OF BEAUTY ENOUGH; AS THE ONE FOR THEE !

21 Feb

via WISH, THAT I COULD BE A BIRD PERCHED ON HIGH and SEE IF MY SONG WAS OF BEAUTY ENOUGH; AS THE ONE FOR THEE !

DANCE FOR ME; BUT, JUST ONE MORE TIME? AND, THEN SET MY SMILE’S and GLEANING EYE”S FREE; IF JUST FOR ONE MORE TIME IN MY DREAM’S.

4 Jan

Ms. Kelly Richie .  Date of Death, 29 December 2017.  Hope you find the “Peace” in death that you did not find in “Life”.     Reared, in drug family culture.

Side Bar:

Welcome, new viewer from Saudi Arabia .

 

 

Auburn, Maine to celebrate Sesquicentennial, 10 am to 12:01 pm on 27 May 2019.

8 Nov

” NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND !”  1969 – 1973 Edition

Those years were 1969 through 1973 at the time.

And I was in the ninth grade that was completed at an entirely different School.

That, school was Webster School in Auburn, Maine.  And, I was now headed / attending Edward Little High School at Auburn Heights, Auburn, Maine at time 16 years old.

The year 1972 became a  banner years for me.  As I entered the start of my Junior year after having completed my Sophomore year at Edward Little High School without dropping out.  As, I was having problems just keeping up with the curriculum and with not too much going for me.

Then, I was elected to the position of Junior Class President and in my Senior year I was elected as Senior Class President, President of the Student Senate, winner of the Daughter of the American Revolution “Good Citizen Award”, Delegate to the State of Maine Boy’s State, President of the Young Republicans and President of the Sacred Heart Parish Auburn, Maine; Christian Youth Organization and selected to the Interact Club all this at a prominent academic school Edward Little High School.  I had found my passion “politics”.

At the time the Vietnam War was raging and of the 27 million draft age young men between 1968 and 1973, 40 % were drafted into military service and only 10 % were actually sent to Vietnam.  This group was made up almost entirely of either work-class or rural youth.  Combat deaths, were over 45 thousand by 1973.

There, were a lot of others who were not as fortunate as I and who’s spirit was left behind in the Jungle’s of Vietnam (41 thousand) in a Military Police Action and who were lost.  But, are never forgotten by me.  As, they gave all and I remember this as the years go by and I turn 66 in a few month 3/2019.

It was not for some years that I understood a phase that Mr. Alfred Saviagnano, Principal of Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine had stated to me; “YOU, DO NOT KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU”.

The others were Assistant Principal, 1973 Class Adviser Mr. Wallace A. Leahy and Guidance Councilor Mr. Carsley, (whom Son was lost in Vietnam) office staff and councilor / teachers.

You see, I had been to six (6) schools prior to Edward Little High School and had been late to start first grade due to my birthday being in March.  Then, there was the fact; I had been left behind / back twice (2) once in the first grade; and, another time in the third grade.

The facts were that!  I was twenty just turned twenty (20) years old prior to graduation from Edward Little High School.

And that is when I register for the draft at the Lewiston, Maine Post Office at the age of 18 years of age.

I could have been drafted at anytime and possibly die in the killing field]s of my generations war Vietnam.

Can you see, that by allowing me to remain in school at the age of eighteen (18) to twenty (20) years of age.  And not allowing my drafting into the Military Service of the United States for a Military Police Action in Vietnam.   These, WWII War and Korean War Veteran’s allowed me to graduate from Edward Little High School, Auburn, Maine at TWENTY (20) years of age and possibly saved my life ?

They allowed me to be.  And, I was the first (1) “No Child Left Behind”.

These my MENTOR’S and TEACHER’S were saving my life.

I volunteered for Military and left Norwich Military University in Northfield, Vermont and left in December of 1973 with Orders to Great Lakes Naval Traing Command from the Department of Defense stating, ” Needs of the Service come First ” with my sister’s crying and mother showing a stern resolves.

I served honorably as my father did in Korea and World War II two.  And as my relatives had done through the Revolutionary War and Civil War, Indian’s War’s and just about all wars through too Vietnam.

We as a Nation had at one time thought of it as an obligation and right of passage as a citizen of this “Great Country”.

And I winning Military Citations – Awards and 5 promotions in three year´s with once receiving “TOP Soldier” at a joint command of American and British Armies at Naval Communication Station, Diego Garcia while serving with Naval Mobile Construction Battalion One and Four.

This, until discharged with an Honorable Discharge in 1979 from the US Navy and US Navy Reserves.

I now receive a compensation of $1095.00 dollars a month from the Veteran Administration do too reconstruction of my face medical issue.

Which, I am  “grateful”  for at the age of going on 66 year old young from a grateful Nation (You) who did not forget me.

You, the grateful American Citizen.

GOD BLESS YOU, MY BROTHERS IN ARMS, MENTOR’S and TEACHER’S.   

Editor’s note’s

I hope this humble person.   Naive in youth am worthy of your sacrifices.

“OH”, MY LOVE.

3 Nov

“Oh” my love;  I had struggled to get my wedding bands on this morning and found that I could not.

“Oh” my love;  it was not do to my failing Love for You.

“Oh, my Love;  it was rather that my hand had become swollen do to life’s ravages of older age and I struggled; so, to place it on my hand.

“Oh” my Love;  should I not come as quickly to your beckoning.  It is not that I do not wish to or my Love for you is not as dashing.

“Oh” my Love;  it is just that my knee’s are not as swift as they once were when we danced to the tones of our fresh Love.   Or, that my hearing is not a sharp as it once was when I could hear our voice across in a crowed room.

“Oh, my Love;  if I should I not recognize you at fist it is not that I do not wish to gaze on your beauty.

“Oh”, my Love;  it is that my sight is not as keen as it was when first time we met.  When, in that spring I viewed you from afar and our eye’s met and sparkled on sight and  for life.

“Oh” my Love;   I Love you as the air I breath and as the food your hands have made me throughout our long and lingering Love for each other.

Side Bar:

Song group; written with Beach House.  “Silver Soul” playing.