“With a wink of his eye, his friend made reply in his jocular manner, sly, caustic, and dry”
Hoho, good people I’m back once again to share some moments that tickled me, in such a manner that raises questions…?… Even I’m confused by that.
Yesterday my class was subject to a lecture on “equal opportunity in the Air Force” due to [;D] some people that had made some insensitive remarks towards others in the class. What made it hilarious was that it had been the “Caucasian” individuals being subject to the racial slurs. What was to be a half-hour lecture, turned into two and a half hours, it was awesome. The lecture amused me so much I just couldn’t contain myself; I began making absurd remarks, followed by questions that would leave the speaker speechless. Actually I began joking and flirting with the female Staff Sgt. Giving the lecture…maybe I went overboard, if not the flirting, it was in getting her to admit that midgets don’t deserve the respect or opinions awarded to others…that individuals involved in mocking them should be absolved of the punishment for being unsympathetic towards the vertically challenged.
I don’t care if I go to hell, this is too much fun.
Today was certainly something special. I had just returned to the squadron from the dining facility, when the heavens erupted all around me: lightning surrounded me, tearing through the sky in a terrifying display of power, thunder bellowing throughout the land, fat rain pounding the pavement and immediately swept away in mist by the powerful wind. There was even hail, large and dangerous combined with the wind. I stood there in front of the building, everyone around me scrambled about running from the onslaught of the storm… however; I just stood there, still as stone, with a grim expression chiseled on my face. I relished every fat drop of rain that bludgeoned my face as I took everything in. With every cracking thunderbolt and terrifying boom of thunder shaking my very core with a terrible furor, a devilish grin broke upon my face. Somehow the fear encompassing me brought about a serenity to my turbulent thoughts of late; I found this unorthodox baptism to be exactly what I needed.
Lately I’ve been slipping into a slight depression due to the fact that an individual such as myself having difficulty acclimating to military life. Oddly enough I have become rather homesick. Aside from the good people and friends I had in Medford, I miss the smallest of things: late-night walks, fresh tea, an occasional cigarette, especially my ambling’s. Walking aimlessly about Medford in the crisp weather, with my jacket zipped up, headphones in at full volume, a cup of coffee warming me from the inside out…perhaps a cigarette to accompany the coffee or tea, isolated amongst hundreds of people, alone with my thoughts; Perhaps it was the freedom of just going wherever I wanted with no direct mission. I’ve missed all this terribly, but this storm raised my spirits ten-fold. Why? I haven’t the faintest of an idea, but I aint gonna knock it if it’s workin.
I read this the other day, seems like a good end-point. “ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.” –H.L. Menckan
