Remember that extraordinary feeling that we could make the world a better place? It bloomed in millions of hearts and then died slowly.I remember how it felt to dream of peace, to demand justice...and expect it. How easy it was then to look forward to a day when wrongs would be righted and peace would rightfully reign. Those dreams seem like cruel delusions now. To expect better, I suppose, was foolish.But, we did make the world a better place. We spread ideas such as the evil.of animal cruelty, and now both India and China have SPCA organizations. We changed racism from an acceptable idea to a despised one. We, and I mean you and I, helped end the Soviet Union. We did more than I could write here. I think of a million ancient tears, and how they ride,Just beneath the surface of my leathery hard and horny hide. We all just floating through here folks,We all just floating thru.* from Floating by Randall Allen Shields
I woke up, then I checked, I was still alive. So, I did the most obvious thing, I went back to sleep. Thus is the freedom of retirement. Yesterday another member of my old military intelligence unit passed away. This is getting to be a regular event. Yep, we spied on everybody, China, Soviets, North Korea. All before Vietnam. Once I was asked to monitor Sputnik and decifer the code it was sending. I listened to it for a couple of days then reported; “It is saying Beep, Beep.” “What?””“Beep, beep!”And they called this “intelligence.I verified that Gary Powers U2 was shot down, not really a big deal. It may have been historically important but that is all. Then there was the time I found a real live spy. I recorded his reporting. Finger printed his transmitter, got a direction finder fix on him, only to have the watch commander reject it all. Intelligence!So, I got out, went to college and got elected to Student Body President, carried a few signs and had one hell of a good time. Then married my sweetie with who I just celebrated another anniversary on the 29th.She pokes me with needles on Infusion Mondays, I complain and she says I’m a sissy. But she does have big boobs. We are in our new house rebuilt since the 2008 forest fire and I am extraordinarily comfortable. I sleep on a “Sponge-Bob Square Pants” bed and I get dinner served to me. Once a day to go outside and water the veggies urging them to grow (some do, some don’t). Had a little cancer, had a little dialysis but those are toll booths on the road of life.
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