Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.SHE WROTE: Where's Moot?
Fed Ex picked up Agnes today for Saturday delivery to Jen, so on Monday we should be getting notes back that begin, "This needs cut" (it ended up 120K again, and no I don't know how, plus I still haven't put in the Cranky Agnes column so that's more), and tomorrow Bob and I do the Crusie-Mayer workshop for the last time in 2006--yes, the Living the Dream/Gator Tour ends tomorrow, folks, and thank God for it--so tonight he looked around the chaos that is my new unpacked office and said, "Where's Moot?"
(You may remember that back in the beginning he said I was going to lose Moot. And that about a month ago, he took custody of Moot because he said I was going to lose her.)
I said, "What do you mean, 'Where's Moot?' You have Moot."
He shook his head. "You have Moot."
And I remembered. He didn't bring her to Surrey. He didn't bring her to Chesapeake. The last time I saw her was in Cleveland when he took custody.
I said, "You lost her, didn't you?"
He said, "She might be in one of the side pockets of my other bag."
I said, "You lost Moot. How could you lose Moot?"
He said, "She went back to the swamp. She knew it was time."
We would have had a bigger fight about this but we're both so exhausted we were pretty much at the "You lost her." "No, you lost her." level, so we just gave up and watched Studio 60 on Tivo instead. Bob objected to most of the plot points saying, "Nobody would do that." When Simon told the cops it was his joint in the jacket, Bob said, "Nobody would do that." I said, "I'd do that." He said, "Yeah, you would." I said, "You lost Moot." He said, "She went back to the swamp." Then Steven Weber offered to buy the judge a boat and he said, "Nobody would do that," and I said, "You're right." Then we collated fifty handouts for the seminar and Bob went to bed and I watched The Daily Show on Tivo. I report this for anybody who thinks we have sparkling conversation when we're together.
I just want it to go on record that Moot was fine right up until the time Bob decided he should be in charge. I did not lose Moot, Bob did. Also Agnes has been turned in. And the Gator Tour ends tomorrow. With no gator. Which is not my fault.
I can't believe he lost Moot.
63 Comments:
No more Moot???argh
Does Bob have an empty Krispy Kreme bag around anywhere?
(Isn't that a redundant term? I mean, who has a full Krispy Kreme bag? Not for very long, anyway ;)
slyfa - cousin of sneakyfa
What???? NO Moot!!!!
But you guys were supposeed to bring her to Oz with you. There may not be as many CB's Down Under but we should still have the same priveleges. Wah! Damn it, I want a Moot stamp on my copy of DLD. I've been looking forward to that stamp.
Bob, this is not good enough. Find her. Find her!!!!
Okay, hysterical aussie ranting, foot stomping done - sorry Jenny this truly is a time for foot stomping.
Agnes is off? Woohoo. One step closer to my eager cutches.
Wah Woo...Agnes is done....a few word changes and CBs can read it.
Bob, you are so in deep trouble! With Moot missing you better watch out for flying keyboards. Prediction....For the trip to Oz Land, Moot will make a miraculous re-appearence from some unnamed location ready to stamp books.
The LTD tour is ending? Flags gotta fly at half mast for that.
icogrou...green
incidently, Crusie, Oz groups read only U
Poor, poor Moot.
Moot was there in New Jersey, so he lost her after that. In fact she might still be in NJ. Possibly she saw that there was "something wrong with New Jersey" and stayed to fix it. Poor Moot. Alone in a cold cruel, non-Krispy Kreme bag world.
And you did that very well, Jenny. LTD may be over but you gave us Agnes hopes and dreams in the same breath. So its not over 'til its over.
Love Studio 60, never miss it. Sorkin does great banter. I loved the part where Tom's being escorted to jail and says if a lot of people show up shortly, he's not with any of them. *snort*
Moots around somewhere as long as Bob didn't let her get in the lake (tsk, tsk) when you were in Cleveland. Bet she appears unexpectedly later this weekend just so Bob can say "See, I didn't lose Moot" and Moot can have a spectacular entrance.
She does have a dramatic flair.
Perhaps on Monday they'll get a different note from Ms E:
"What is this gator doing in here? Isn't there some law about shipping reptiles via FedEx? Am I going to hear from PETA about this? And why is Moot wearing a paper napkin?"
Um, Moot doesn't have any small parts that could be swallowed by a toddler, does she? Or should we be more concerned that a small toddler might be considered by Moot to be a small part?
Bob, you'd better send out a search and rescue party. Or two.
bw
eupedtg: sound made by toddler spitting out small napkin-covered reptile parts
I say send a distress call to Deb.
Lost ... one alligator ... search luggage ... side zippers ... alligator small ... will not bite ... may need coaxing from hiding place ... offer new lipstick, manicure, hair appointment, and doughnuts.
I'll bet Deb'll know exactly where to look for Moot. Those side zippers in luggage can hide a multitude of sins. : ) And women always know where to look for stuff.
Ooops, still not awake. Need more coffee. That was me RG Anon above. Sorry.
Also, glad Agnes is done. Yay!!!
Hi, DUG. Big wave. Big grin.
And J-T saw your name listed last night as winner of the Molly contest in Romantic suspense. Way to go girl. You rock! Gonna drink champagne in your honor. Is this one of the books now contracted?
And to everyone doing NaNo have a fabulous writing weekend.
rg
Moot did not disappear into the wild. She is not a subtle gator.
I suspect she is in Vegas.
No, no. This is a game. Like Where's Waldo. We're supposed to find her. Like a scavenger hunt!
Ok, I'm free associating. Up til after 2am blues dancing, awake at 7 for some ungodly reason, then to farmers' market, then home, then TV watching, now need to go back to bed. I'm sure I'll be more sane after several more hours of sleep.
The only good thing about the cold/rainy front that came in last night: it's a great excuse to stay home and hibernate.
Zzzzzzzzz......
Jenny! You lost moot in the KRISPY KREME BAG.
See, this is the problem with having a blog. You put these things down in writing and your devoted fans REMEMBER them and then throw them back in your face.
Oh well. Congratulations on the close of Book Tour Madness 2006.
I thought Moot was lost in a Krispy Kreme box so it shows you what I know. I hope you get to enjoy your free time, ha ha, as if you take any. Thanks for finishing Agnes. We wait with baited breath.
No more Hot Toy bragging you lucky people that have it. We haven't got a copy yet.
vzvjjac Nope not today.
Congratulations Jen T on the Molly contest win. We can say we knew you when...
I, too, love Studio 60. Love the cast too. Hey you two, you are supposed to watch it just for enjoyment. Don't take it apart.
red jepttblg
Jenny easily pays tention to blogger's larger goal.
When asked about Moot in Surrey, Bob's reply was to fold his arms across his chest and roll his eyes. I knew then something was up. Should've forced him to confess.
Okay, I've retraced their steps. On October 1, Jenny blogged:
"And Bob now has taken custody of Moot since I kept losing her."
So the hand-off would have taken place at the Midwest Fiction Writers conference in Minneapolis, last weekend in September. Then Moot was seen again the weekend of October 6 in New Jersey.
Jenny says Moot did not make an appearance in Surrey, Oct. 20. Which means Moot either never got to Ohio (Oct. 13) or is still there.
Now, were there any CBs at the Central Ohio Fiction Writers' conference that weekend and did you see Moot?
Congrats Jen-T!!! Woo hoo and way to go.
I have a picture of Moot from NJ - will that help?
Glad Agnes got turned in! That is great! Go Jenny. Go Bob.
Sounds like you had "sparkling" conversation to me. I mean for Bob.
Thanks all. The Molly was kind of a nice suprise because that same manuscript had just been rejected by SIM that week. Not enought romance for that line. So, no, RG, this book is yet to be under contract, yet.
Geez. I sure hope Bob didn’t send Moot to boot camp.
Or belt camp. Or handbag camp.
And finally! Someone else said something about Jen WINNING THE MOLLY so she can’t yell at ME for doing it. She made me promise not to. Sheesh. Who ever would have thought this woman was shy about stuff like this? Thanks RG, for outing her. Congrats, Jen! That is a big deal, no matter what you say. I’m so proud of you.
On a more serious note, I was thinking the other day -- hey, it happens -- about how many people reading this blog either served in the military (US and other countries) or have family members who did so. I’m not going to list them all, because I’d probably leave someone out, but there are an awful lot of us who have that connection, even me.
Anyway, I just thought it would be appropriate on this day, when we here in the US observe Veteran’s Day, to acknowledge the debt of gratitude we owe: to those who served and to those who waited at home for their return.
So, thank you.
bw
Thank you.
JJ: congrats on Molly.
i hope all NaNo people are getting over the two-week slump.
ok, BCB beat me to it, but anyways, yes, thank you very much. Thank You Very Much. VERY MUCH.
this is the first Veteran's Day i'm not doing a march. i feel weird.
CB comments always distract me.
Agnes- THANK YOU!!!!!!
Moot- *sigh* someone made her wear a "Keep Away from Easily-Influenced People, Kids, and Anyone with Alcohol" shirt, right? dress? boots? someone pasted it on her handbag, right?
so, the question of the day: If a Gator goes to jail, do they also arrest the CBs?
oh, and Jenny posted on Well-Behaved.
oh, and not really first Veteran's, but the first in five years.
Orangehands...
Thanks for past and future marching.
Served in the Navy in WWII...On behalf of all the other veterans, I'll say thanks for all those thoughts.
joxuwke...red
Jenny ordered Xtremely useful words, kindly every (one)
Oh this is serious. Moot missing...again. Blame Bob--that's a good one.
And speaking of Bob, there's a guy in a writing group I just joined. The group is he Strawberry Zombies (don't ask me that was the name when I joined) and I can never remember his name. I keep calliing him Bob even though I know that is not his name. Do you think this is a side effect of reading this blog on a regular basis?
Bob said "She went back to the swamp. She knew it was time."
I'm actually not surprised that Moot has gone missing. What with the love affair with the Flamingos taking and all, she was probably feeling like a third wheel and has slunk back to her swamp to plot her revenge.
Gators eat flamingos, don't they? *grin*
Moot is probably back in New Orleans. Someone should check.
We all had a tummy virus ... I missed posting but hard to do prone.
Tweety is currently hanging on my arm, so I'll check back soon.
As to where that gator is...isn't debating that, well, Moot? *ducks*
Sorry, couldn't resist. :)
Why Glamour-Geek, you ignorant slut.
(What, like I can't use a bad slur to counteract a bad pun? Sheesh, it worked for Borat... grumble grumble grumble...)
mqizoue - Swaziland blessing, loosely translates as "My your Moot never need to seek the aid of a dentist"
It's Remembrance Day here and I dutifully observed the minute silence and bought my red poppy badge. Drag the kids out of bed every Anzac day at half past stupid hour for the Dawn Service. I figure it's the least we can do for their sacrifices.
I hope these special days never fall by the wayside.
Congrats Jen-t. Fes sup now to a poor ignorant Aussie. Whats the Molly?
Still in moot mourning....
louis: i didn't know you served in WWII. well, thank you.
i really want to compile a list of past and present military people on this blog at our new home. it just seems like the majority of the people here are.
which could explain why so few people posted today.
I remember being a young kid and proudly selling those red poppies, DUG. My Dad was in the Aust. Armed Forces, got Malaria in New Guinea, used to have terrible nightmares and you could never awaken him with any kind of sudden noise. He wouldn't say much at all about his experiences. He was kind of like
Silent Bob.
One brother served in Vietnam, he was a tropical tracker and first scout, which he said was the person who went ahead of the team, or in his dry way, "the one who took the first shot." Also two brother-in-laws who served in Vietnam. And yeah, the three of them are Silent Bob's too.
We should never forget.
rg
Like most others on this blog, I too have veterans in my family. My grandfather served in the Air Force in WWII and was stationed in England. Two of my uncles were also in the military and saw combat, one in Vietnam and the other in Korea. One was wounded and received a purple heart. Like RG's relatives, they are all Silent Bob-s on the topic.
Re: malaria. I don't know why, but I didn't realize nightmares were a side-effect of it. I know they are for malaria pills taken as a preventative measure. I took them many years ago as a precaution because of the country I was travelling to. I had awful nightmares. They were so realistic, that when I was finally able to wake up, I would cry uncontrollably. Some of the others who I travelled with stop taking the pills as they found the side effects outweighed the benefit.
Jenny - Nothing is ever your fault...it's always Bob. Say your sorry Bob. Say, "I lost moot. I'm sorry." you will feel better.
To those men and women who have served, or who are serving...Thank you.
Christina - I have never noticed that side-effect of anti-malaria medication, which I have had to take many times when working in the Fayum. It may depend on the type of drug. None of them work all that well, apparently; they don't actually prevent one from getting malaria, only reduce the chances somewhat...
Remembrance Sunday: my father, who, as many of you know, died, aged 91, less than 3 months ago, served with the RAF (Royal Air Force) in India and Ceylon (Sri Lanka) in the Second World War. He was lucky enough to have had an uneventful war, and I think its main effect on him was to give him a lifelong interest in India and its culture, and a dislike of flying in small planes.
AgTigress--I thought it was strange myself, but it was something that the doctor made sure to warn me about before prescribing me the medication. I very rarely had nightmares then and those that I did have were convoluted and usually had to deal with monsters (damn those gremlins!), but the nightmares I had while taking the medication were extremely vivid and realistic. Whatever the cause, it was not fun to experience.
Speaking of nightmares, has anyone ever experienced stress-induced nightmares? I have been having nightmares pretty consistently over the past week and a friend of mine has attributed it to stress. I feel a bit of a weeny, but I have to leave my laptop on and playing a DVD (usually Pride and Prejudice) to get me to fall asleep. I'm pretty confident though that when this term is over, everything will go back to normal. Just three more weeks...
My dad was in the USAF during Vietnam though did not see combat. He had an uncle who lost his legs at Pearl Harbor.
On nightmare inducing drugs, after dental surgery many years ago I discovered that codeine will do that too me. Incredibly vivid and horrifying.
Christina ... yes stress can induce nightmares. Dreams, even the bad ones, are often the unconscious mind's way of sorting things out. Kind of like its dealing with things the conscious mind doesn't have time for during the day.
Try to get some exercise and try to spend time each day using relaxation techniques. Deep breathing, listing to soft music, etc. Not always easy to find the time I know, but even a few minutes here and there can make a difference.
Yes, I served in WWII, son #1 in Vietnam, son #2 served Stateside during Vietnam, My DW's brother in WWII in Oz land. Both of my brothers served in WWII, my dad in WWI, so my family is well represented in the military.
smlld...red
so, my lady, lovely delights
So totally off-topic, but it had me GLASG* if not LLAL**. In reference to RC's new movie, "A Good Year":
"Russell Crowe trying to twinkle may not be the most unsettling thing on the big screen this season, but it's up there," comments Bob Strauss in the Los Angeles Daily News.
*giggling like a school girl
**laughing like a loon
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Eddy buzzed Bud off, in speedwriting
xzziyv (red)
Xavier zipped zestily in yellow velvet.
There's a new discount store along my walking/running route and today they had a sandwichboard out on the pavement:
Glocks
Toys
Kitchenwares
WHAT?!?!?!?
Oh. I misread.
CLOCKS
Toys
Kitchenwares
I'm blaming this little misunderstanding on the CBs.
Hey, NaNo-ers ... you made today's Washington Post.
Writer's Clock
Its a clever article. Here's two excerpts:
"They," of course, are the WriMos, those reckless and ambitious souls who signed up for the undertaking, nicknamed NaNoWriMo, which started in 1999 with 21 participants and last year boasted 59,000. By the end of the month, an estimated 93,000 will have registered, a little over half of whom are from the United States.
Now, some fuzzy math: If this growth rate is constant and participation is cumulative, then every American will be writing a novel in November 2027. We'll be a country made entirely of boozing, tortured authors.
"Mr. Secretary, North Korea finally has a viable nuclear warhead."
"Hold on, I'm almost done with this sex scene."
*and*
Last year D.C. resident Christopher Kush, who has published three nonfiction books on grass-roots organizing, stretched his novel to 50,000 by making all of his characters slightly hard of hearing. Sample dialogue:
"I think I am going to go to lunch now."
"Lunch? Now?"
"Yes, I think this would be a good time."
"A good time? Why do you think it is a good time?"
"Because I am hungry, and I am bored."
"Hold on, I'm almost done with this sex scene."
jzafkrou: Jenny's zebras aim far, kayaking roughly over Uruguay
My father worked for the Navy at Mare Island (CA) as an electrician. They worked on subs here, installing and testing equipment. One time they took a sub down to test the electronics and couldn't get it to resurface. They almost died there before someone figured out what was wrong. My father wasn't too fond of water after that.
My one uncle, my mother's brother, was a Navy officer straight out of school. He had the hardship duty of cruising up and down the East Coast in Vanderbilt's yacht. I forget what it was, but even he had a close call, possibly with a German sub???
But my other uncle, my aunt's husband, enlisted in the Navy at age 12 to get away from a very abusive parent. The recruiter was local, knew his age but also knew his home situation and signed him up. He did his service in the South Pacific. By the end of the War, he had a "battlefield" commission (or whatever it's called on board ship) to Lieutenant. He was one of like three survivors from one ship that was attacked, and only one of two on another ship. He made up for the relatively easy times my dad and uncle had. It wasn't just by default either. He proved himself, too.
The Lieutenant who promoted him on the first ship (as he was Captain at that point) was career Navy, as was my uncle. The Lt. eventually made Admiral and wound up on the Joint Chiefs before he retired. Whenever the "officers and gentlemen" of the promotions board tried to bounce my uncle (they hate the mustangs), he fought for him.
That and the fact that my uncle not only got his GED, but finished a Bachelor's and a Master's in Economics from USC, with honors, while on active duty, and was the only Lt. Commander to ever command a flotilla(?3 or 4 destroyers?) in peacetime (at that time, in the 70s?), and, at age 52 had put in 40 years with the Navy, AND, most important, his men would follow him into hell if he asked, because they knew he'd be right there with them, kept him in until he was ready to retire. For an ignorant farm boy from Ohio, my unlce done good. Very, very good.
End brag session. /:+) Sorry, but he's just an amazing man.
Then, too, I almost married an Army Ranger who saw a fair amount of nasty action. And, at the Pentagon, I worked with a guy who, like my uncle, enlisted in WWII at the age of twelve, only into the Army. The poor kid ended up in Darby's Rangers, the original Ranger unit. Can you imagine???
He was the only one from his unit to survive the war, I believe. He was not career military but, come Korea, they yanked him back in. Come Viet Nam, back in again. That's when he decided to go to work for DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency). He figured that would keep them from trying to force him back another time. He was the sweetest guy, too. And, sad to say, I can't even remember his name, now.
Oh, and he still had his Ranger coin when I knew him. ;+)
I have a copy of an article, dated 1958, which was actually an obit for my great grandmother. Article is entitled "Mother of 'Fighting Confers' of World War II, Dies at 60"
Goes on to say that 7 sons were in the service during WWII and saw action. Four won the Purple Heart, including my great uncle at Pearl Harbor:
"Aged 27, he was corporal of a guard of four at Schofield Barracks when the Japanese attacked Dec. 7, 1941. Blasted high in the air by the explosions of the attack, he came down across the edge of an 18 inch gun mount."
He was wheelchair-bound the rest of his life, although my dad talks about a car his uncle had, specially equipped so that he could drive. Apparently brakes and gas were operated by hand levers rather than foot pedals.
On the "young enlisting" front - one of my grandfathers did that (not for a war - TB contracted in the Panama canal zone ended his active service shortly before WWII), 'though not as young as Zaza's (very impressive) uncles. Rather ironic, too, as HIS father had left the Austro-Hungarian empire to avoid military service...
I had the opportunity to thank a couple of WWII veterans in person over the last few days - we owe all our veterans a lot, and I hope this most recent batch get the support they need, unlike the Vietnam experience. Health care, including mental health, is a cost that goes on long after the conflict is over; whatever other accommodations they need to get their lives back on track should also be theirs. It's really sobering to think of people such as MCB's uncle, injured so young (or even younger) and coping for the rest of their lives.
It's a shame that Moot is missing, but Bob may have a point in that "back to the swamp" and "it was time" thing. Hard to believe that this year is drawing to a close (pause for sniffles, wailing, etc.)...
I hope those who are not well feel better, soon (Kyra and Christina in particular, but anyone else who is stressed or under the weather as well).
Oh, and congrats to Jen-T!
dwmbs: no, really. too easy!
G-G ... nice to Agnes and Shane can shop together *snort*
Well, I may be hopelessly mercenary but, even if Jenny didn't want to keep Moot herself, she could be donated to some charity auction. I think she could raise a fair amount, poor girl. Lord knows, she's enough of a celeb to bring in the bucks. ;+)
qbwaw (green)
that meat on sticks thing as served on Io
wow re: veterans in the CB families/CBs. my great-uncle was in WWII (and Korean War???), and i know some people (not family, but friends siblings) who are in the current war. and i still do not understand how we can ask people to fight in a war and then not offer them the help they need when they get back to civilian life. especially the fact so many of them ended up on the streets.
MCB: LMAO at that article. it can be a new phrase: "hold on, i'm writing a sex scene" (hee hee)
My uncle was reported missing in action in WWII and never found. He and my aunt had only been married a year. She never remarried, waiting for him. My late father served in both the Army and the Air Force in WWII. My DH served 22 years in the Canadian Air Force, I served three years. That is how we met.
DH served the first year of our marriage in Egypt with the United Nations, sitting between the Arabs and Israelis. He contracted malaria and they gave him PrimoQuine. He had excruciating headaches from it and the doctor decided he was allergic to the drug. He had such a severe attack one time that he slugged me in the face while I was sleeping. He was hallucinating. I just touched him with the themometer and it registred at 103 F.
That bruised face was an interesting topic of discussion at work for me. /,D
mcb it sounds like your dad served around the same time I did. Was he in Strategic Air Command? I used to give out the secret codes to SAC sometimes. Maybe I gave some to him.
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Writing just energizes girls. Yex away.
Christina: apropos nightmares from malaria prophylaxis. I was right - it depends which drugs you are taking, and there are several different ones. The one that lists 'abnormal dreams' as a possible side-effect is Mefloquine. I have never taken that, since the standard one, at least for travel to possibly malarial areas in the Middle East in this country is Chloroquine (commonest brand-name here Avloclor). Different anti-malarial medications are recommended for different travel areas. They all obviously have their own suite of possible side-effects, none of them particularly appealing, but most of them preferable to catching malaria...
;-)
I have taken courses of Avloclor several times over the last dozen years or so, and have never had any noticeable side-effects at all.
orangehands said...
MCB: LMAO at that article. it can be a new phrase: "hold on, i'm writing a sex scene" (hee hee)
Accompanied by appropriate sound effects?
eguqs (blue)
a combo of egad and gadzooks
zaza: LMAO.
as opposed to doing homework (i'll get to it), i was surfing through author websites, and i came across this article:
http://www.pvc.maricopa.edu/~butler/cre/TAAH.html
it's an essay about thinking by William Golding (Lord of the Flies).
anyways, for those with time, check it out. anything is better than work, right?
Scope - Dad was in communications. I know there was a lot of top secret stuff he dealt with, and sometimes places he got sent for a few months and couldn't talk about. But then other than buddy stories he doesn't talk about it much at all. I was 8, I think, when he got out so I'm fuzzy on the details. From my perspective, it was just that time when he wore a uniform. He was generally stationed at Andrews, except for the overseas posts. Only one that mom and I got to go with him on, and that was to Taiwan for 3 years. Unfortunately I was too young to have properly appreciated it, although I do have some memories.
But communications is communications ... not impossible your paths crossed electronically at some point.
OH: HOIWASC will now be the CB catch phrase for "keep your pants on, I'm busy."
MCB wrote: HOIWASC will now be the CB catch phrase for "keep your pants on, I'm busy."
ZaZa has used a phrase that I believe applies to this logic: counter-intuitive.
Because if IWASC, geez, I'm really not going to be thinking "keep your pants on."
Just saying.
bw
BCB: LMAO.
oh geez, i'm still laughing from Bob's post, though.
Louis: my grandfather was stationed in Oz in WWII. He was MacArthur's driver, when he was in town, and Mrs. MacArthur's driver/bodyguard. The Mrs. baked him cookies when the General wasn't in town. No cookies meant the General was back.
My father, his brother, and my uncle by marriage (mother's sister's DH) all served in WWII. My father and uncle-by-marriage (UBM) both graduated from Annapolis and were officers. My father's brother was in the Army. My father opted for civilian life after WWII, but my UBM was a carrier officer and retired as a Rear Admiral (he and his wife are buried in Arlington National Cemetary). He was active in the Korean War and Vietnam. He was stationed at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He and his wife (my aunt) survived. My aunt was worried about her friends and ran from house to house (phones were down) dodging machine gun straffing from the Japanese to make sure her friends were O.K. (Louis, maybe you or one of your sons has heard of him, Donald W. Wulzen, Captain during WWI and Rear Admiral by Vietnam - he's the one who was sent to Vietnam to disperse the troops when we first went over there.)
DH was in the Navy on an air craft carrier during the Korean war.
So, yes, thank you to all of our military heros (they are all heros to me).
My grandfather served in New Guinea too rg when the Japanese were knocking on our door - Kokoda track. He also had very bad malaria. But he died when I was about 3 or 4.
Both my brothers joined the army but are now both out - neither saw any active service. Thank god.
To tie this all together, if anyone else is still checking comments on this post...my godmother's first husband fought with Teddy Roosevelt in the Spanish American war and contracted malaria in the process. He's buried in the military cemetary at the Presidio in SF. I should probably say that my godmother was more than old enough to be my grandmother's mother, and was quite a woman, too. (won't say "lady" /;+))) That, in itself, is a story.
I'm glad, now, that I said so much about vets I knew. It brought out a lot more interesting stories from many of you.
Well, hell. Instead of a verification, it says "Visual verification." Somehow I doubt typing that into the field will do it. But it will get me another verification. I hope.
wxrsj (red)
Would Xavier ruin sweet Jenny?
I went to a veteran memorial this Saturday that filled me with emotion beyond words. Each column had a letter from a soldier or his family inscribed on the stone. All the stone markers faced inwards. I couldn't speak for some time after standing within that space. It meant so much to me. Thank you ZaZa for starting this thread.
Those were great stories about the military men and women and their families. Who knows I may have given codes to a lot of them. /,D Loved the military and the sense of community we had. I have never found it anywhere else.
Maybe on this blog.
Still feel awful but am plugging away on NaNo.
Dee posted on Dee&Dee so she must still be alive. I miss her.
Thanks for the card Robin. It is really cute. Glad you found George's house.
green snfatrw
Seriously, NaNo fanatics are truly righteous writers. I don't think I spelled that right.
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Bob, quit assigning blame here.
that was too easy.
LOU...
Your UBM's name does not ring a bell. I didn't go into the Navy until 1943 as an enlisted man. Went to various Radar schools around the USA and then to Oahu. Came out as AETM1C.
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