KIT, What in the fuck are you babbling about lad? Who was talking about movies? What in fucking hell does the movie "Brokeback Mountain" have to do with my post to Merc about Marine Corps slang and Thanksgiving?????
On Dec 5, 10:44 pm, KeithInTampa <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Hey Hollywood!! > > For the last time, I do not own or possess the movie, nor do I have > any copies of the movie, "Brokeback" or "Bareback" Mountain. I have > never even seen the movie, and I suggest that instead of e-mailing all > of us here in the group trying to scrounge around for a free movie, > that you just break down, and buy a copy from Wal-Mart, or Target, or > even your nearest Blockbuster store. > > Geez, what some people will do to save a few bucks!!! > > Cordially, > > Keith In Tampa > > On Dec 5, 4:25 pm, Hollywood <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > Merc, > > > Actually, it should be spelled "zoomies" not Zommies" typo. > > > I was in the Marine Corps, maybe our slang is slightly different than > > others. It's a rather good-natured "insult". Like calling a sailor a > > "squid", "anchor-clanker" or "pier-queer". It all evens out, the Navy > > liked to call us "jarheads" or "sea-going bellhops". > > > Had a nice Thanksgiving, hope yours was pleasent as well. Nice seeing > > you as well. > > Getting pretty crappy here. Gaar was a damned hard-head but at least > > he had a brain. Hardly any conservatives worth the time to fight with > > over here now. > > > On Dec 5, 1:43 pm, "Mercury.Sailor" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > Hi Hollywood, > > > > >Zommies and wing-wipers have there place in our military. :-) > > > > My brother calls the Air Force , The chair force. I never heard > > > zommies or wing-wipers, Thats not an insult is it?? :o) > > > > How have you been, btw? Did you have a nice thanksgiving? I REALLY > > > miss some of you folks in euwetopia. > > > > On Dec 4, 11:10 pm, Hollywood <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > Merc, > > > > > Sorry i made a mistake and thought the article was written about your > > > > son. Zommies and wing-wipers have there place in our military. :-) > > > > > On Dec 4, 3:06 pm, "Mercury.Sailor" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > > Sorry that my son is Air Force? :o) > > > > > > On Dec 4, 4:03 pm, Hollywood <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > > > Mercury, > > > > > > > So sorry. > > > > > > > On Dec 4, 2:50 pm, "Mercury.Sailor" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > > > > Hollywood, > > > > > > > > My son is not a Marine!! I think it takes a special kind of > > > > > > > person to become a Marine!!! My son is well, Air Force material! > > > > > > > ;o) > > > > > > > > I read this article in the NYT magazine yesterday, I clipped the > > > > > > > article and Im sending it to my brother who is a retired Gunny. > > > > > > > Than I > > > > > > > thought about looking it up to see if it is online and sure > > > > > > > enough it > > > > > > > was, So I thought of posting it for you and Sarge. The Few the > > > > > > > Proud > > > > > > > the Marines! :o) > > > > > > > > On Dec 4, 11:13 am, Hollywood <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > > > > > Mercury, > > > > > > > > > Zach is a man and a Marine now. Love him, as a mother you > > > > > > > > always will, > > > > > > > > and I guess you will always worry to some degree. But he has > > > > > > > > chosen > > > > > > > > his own life and will have to accept the dangers that life > > > > > > > > entails. It > > > > > > > > sounds to me as if he is doing well and is reasonably happy > > > > > > > > with his > > > > > > > > decision. > > > > > > > > Let's hope the political leaders in this country do not > > > > > > > > foolishly and/ > > > > > > > > or needlessly risk his life. > > > > > > > > > On Dec 4, 9:34 am, "Mercury.Sailor" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > My Marine > > > > > > > > > > My son Zachary was a gangly high-school junior when he > > > > > > > > > casually > > > > > > > > > informed me, in the fall of 2003, that he’d been speaking with > > > > > > > > > military recruiters. “An Army guy, a Navy guy and a marine > > > > > > > > > are coming > > > > > > > > > over,” Zach said. “A parent has to be present because I’m not > > > > > > > > > 18 yet.” > > > > > > > > > > Past Lives Columns“I’ll be present,” I said. “Don’t worry.” > > > > > > > > > > I wore my best vegan-dyed PEACE T-shirt. I was wary but not > > > > > > > > > too > > > > > > > > > worried. Zach was barely 17, graduation seemed far off still > > > > > > > > > and the > > > > > > > > > notion that he would volunteer was laughable. He didn’t like > > > > > > > > > killing > > > > > > > > > anything, even insects. The sight of blood made him gag. His > > > > > > > > > favorite > > > > > > > > > hobby was napping. > > > > > > > > > > Army Guy turned up with a salesman’s enthusiasm. “How are > > > > > > > > > you, ma’am?” > > > > > > > > > he said to me, and answered himself in the next breath. > > > > > > > > > “Great! Let’s > > > > > > > > > just sit you down here. ... ” Soon the couch was covered with > > > > > > > > > glossy > > > > > > > > > brochures detailing the great accommodations at military > > > > > > > > > bases in > > > > > > > > > Italy and Germany, the great medical facilities, the great > > > > > > > > > on-base > > > > > > > > > T.G.I. Friday’s. Zach looked over my shoulder as I examined > > > > > > > > > dreamy > > > > > > > > > photos of Hawaiian bird life and Munich’s museums and beer > > > > > > > > > festivals. > > > > > > > > > “Great opportunities if he likes culture. ... ” > > > > > > > > > > “What about the war?” I said. > > > > > > > > > > “The Iraq thing?” I recall him saying. “That’ll be over in no > > > > > > > > > time. > > > > > > > > > Let’s take a look at some of the great educational benefits.” > > > > > > > > > > Navy Guy had tender brown eyes and was endearingly soft > > > > > > > > > around the > > > > > > > > > middle of his white sailor suit. He confided to me, sotto > > > > > > > > > voce, that > > > > > > > > > the Navy had a really low casualty rate. “All the mothers > > > > > > > > > ask,” he > > > > > > > > > said, with a sad smile. He stayed for lunch, confiding in me > > > > > > > > > about his > > > > > > > > > girl troubles while Zach leafed through a pamphlet showing > > > > > > > > > happy > > > > > > > > > sailors on the deck of a destroyer. “Maybe I don’t want to be > > > > > > > > > in the > > > > > > > > > military after all,” Zach said later. “It seems kind of > > > > > > > > > goofy.” > > > > > > > > > > Then came the marine. He was fit and spit-shined. “My name is > > > > > > > > > Sangster, ma’am. Rhymes with gangster.” As I remember it, > > > > > > > > > that was > > > > > > > > > pretty much all he said to me; his pitch was aimed at Zach. > > > > > > > > > “The > > > > > > > > > Marine Corps will make you puke, make you cry, and when > > > > > > > > > that’s over, > > > > > > > > > you’ll be sent to the most miserable, dangerous, godforsaken > > > > > > > > > place on > > > > > > > > > the planet. So let me ask you: Why should I let you join my > > > > > > > > > corps?” > > > > > > > > > > I opened my mouth to answer (“Goodbye!”) but was quelled by a > > > > > > > > > sharp > > > > > > > > > look from Zach. “Well ... um, sir,” he said. “I think I’m > > > > > > > > > reasonably > > > > > > > > > smart. But I don’t work very hard. I want you to teach me to > > > > > > > > > work.” > > > > > > > > > > Sangster looked at him for a long moment. “We can do that,” > > > > > > > > > he said. > > > > > > > > > > What could happen to my son’s body in Afghanistan or Iraq did > > > > > > > > > not bear > > > > > > > > > thinking about. Also unbearable was the thought of what he > > > > > > > > > might have > > > > > > > > > to see. My late father served in the Marine Corps in the > > > > > > > > > Korean War > > > > > > > > > and later became a combat correspondent. My first husband, > > > > > > > > > Zach’s > > > > > > > > > father, a state trooper, was killed in the line of duty when > > > > > > > > > Zach was > > > > > > > > > 9. > > > > > > > > > > “Has it occurred to you that you might be looking for some > > > > > > > > > version of > > > > > > > > > what you lost when you lost your dad?” I pointed out, in my > > > > > > > > > attempt to > > > > > > > > > talk Zach out of joining. > > > > > > > > > > “Of course,” he said calmly. Oh. > > > > > > > > > > My second husband, Simon, is a peace-loving man. “I can’t say > > > > > > > > > I trust > > > > > > > > > Sergeant Sangster, or his corps,” Simon admitted. “But I do > > > > > > > > > trust > > > > > > > > > Zach.” > > > > > > > > > > Zach graduated from Parris Island skinnier but still > > > > > > > > > recognizably > > > > > > > > > himself. After advanced combat training, he was sent off to > > > > > > > > > Fort Meade > > > > > > > > > to learn to be a correspondent for military publications. He > > > > > > > > > lived > > > > > > > > > with other newly minted marines in a barracks presided over > > > > > > > > > by a man > > > > > > > > > who swiftly became the main character in our boy’s stories. We > > > > > > > > > pictured him as Louis Gossett Jr. teaching his charges to run > > > > > > > > > faster > > > > > > > > > and fight harder. He inspected their uniforms and gave out > > > > > > > > > punishments, but he also took Zach’s temperature when he was > > > > > > > > > ill and > > > > > > > > > made sure Zach flossed his teeth and called his mom. This > > > > > > > > > Sergeant > > > > > > > > > Purcell even encouraged Zach to resume his interest in > > > > > > > > > poetry. One > > > > > > > > > day, Zach told us he ran 12 miles in record time. “I was on > > > > > > > > > my knees, > > > > > > > > > throwing up, and Sergeant Purcell was hollering, ‘That’s what > > > > > > > > > I call a > > > > > > > > > quality effort, Devil Dog!’ ” The pride in Zach’s voice > > > > > > > > > brought tears > > > > > > > > > to my eyes. > > > > > > > > > > Sergeant Purcell later went to Iraq and was wounded. (Zach > > > > > > > > > says he’s > > > > > > > > > O.K.) My son was sent to Okinawa, where he fell in love with > > > > > > > > > a blue- > > > > > > > > > eyed lance corporal named Erin. They married, and in 2007 > > > > > > > > > they were > > > > > > > > > sent to San Diego, which did ease my mind somewhat. But this > > > > > > > > > year Zach > > > > > > > > > re-enlisted. Regardless of who becomes his commander in > > > > > > > > > chief, I still > > > > > > > > > cannot trust the world with my son — there are too many > > > > > > > > > places where > > > > > > > > > horrors lurk — but I do trust my son. > > > > > > > > > > Kate Braestrup, a chaplain with the Maine Warden Service, is > > > > > > > > > the > > > > > > > > > author of a memoir, “Here If You Need Me.” > > > > > > > > > >http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/magazine/02lives-t.html?_r=1-Hidequ... > > > > > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text - > > - Show quoted text - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Thanks for being part of "PoliticalForum" at Google Groups. 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