Regarding Veterans Day (written two days ago) There are a lot of Mondays in forty five months. I cant tell you how many, but because today is November ninth, I can tell you from my web search that there are forty five days until Christmas Eve. Coincidence? Or a gift of reflection well-illustrated? I dont question these ceaseless signs of higher design. I interpret them simply as punctuation marks. Life has a force I dont pretend to understand, but Im living and breathing, and I suspect life is too. I also happily suspect we are not mutually exclusive in our respective immortality. Cue Sonny and Cher, and let the beat go on. I spent forty five months in the Eighty Second Airborne Division of the United States Army, which translates to this Red Sox wearing ex-paratrooper to a wicked lot of Mondays in devil dawg years. Drop the r and park the car at Harvard Yard. I was at Fort Bragg when they needed me. Buy me a beer sometime. Ill let you. ;-) We usually got Veterans Day off, like the rest of America, but there were times when all leaves were cancelled, none were raked at home, and nobody got a day off who wasnt sick, lame or lazy in a grave. Ill tell you more about the punctuation phenomenon later, but it began a few months after I broke my neck at work, (probably a Monday, but Im not looking it up). I was a clumsy teenaged boxer every day I climbed in the ring. Somehow I grew into an Army heavyweight who still forgot to duck way too often. Truth be told, I wouldve made a better werewolf. Theyre only horrible once a month. ;-P Postscript news flash: Front line tank mechanics, submarine ordnance specialists, leatherneck grunts and the spooks at Drone Support have a lot of manic Mondays. Try to remember this coming Monday that your Veterans Day could be a lot worse, and enjoy your day fishing at the beach or maybe just being at home, say, raking the leaves.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 16:51:06 +0000
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