O'Hare, huh? I think you've got a fixation with the b'gosh 'n b'gorries.
Have you ever seen an angel, a ghost or any sort of celestial being?
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john19485
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Eight of us went out on protrol, at night one time, the helo took us out , we set up an ambush, waited till nightfall, there were more than we counted on ( a whole Company) , one of the Vietnamese guys that was with me open fire, I told them to run, I ran , and somehow got separated, from the guys.
I started walking , had to hide a lot, got lost, I had a dream that the Marine Core went to my house, and told mom that I had been killed, I went west spooted a truck , got a ride , went back to base camp, When I got home Mom, and Dad told me that the Marine Core came to my house, and said I was missing, then came back two weeks later to say I had been found. This is the short version.
I started walking , had to hide a lot, got lost, I had a dream that the Marine Core went to my house, and told mom that I had been killed, I went west spooted a truck , got a ride , went back to base camp, When I got home Mom, and Dad told me that the Marine Core came to my house, and said I was missing, then came back two weeks later to say I had been found. This is the short version.
The moral of this story is "never spoot on a truck".
Trade
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Mgtow dude thinks I should be more open minded? Lol!
Trade
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It's a holdover from my old Surfer days. I had a 9'11" Greg Noll with a 3 inch balsa stringer.
I dip my big toe in for a couple of seconds and that's it. Back in 1980 I once tried body surfing in Western Australia. The surf came in, pulled me under and rolled me God knows how many revolutions, and left me gasping for air and trying to figure out which way was "up". I lost the what'cha call-it equilibrium in my ears for weeks and pret'near blacked out every time I lay my head down. Ever since then i go nowhere near the sea if there's the slightest wave rolling in.
Trade
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Australia has got some big waves. I did most of my surfing in the late 1960's at Clearwater Beach Florida. I think the best day I ever saw there it running 3-4 feet and smooth as glass. But that was very rare. You'd be surprised at how small a swell you can ride with a longboard. I surfed plenty of days when it was running 1-2 feet. You don't get knocked around much with waves that size.I dip my big toe in for a couple of seconds and that's it. Back in 1980 I once tried body surfing in Western Australia. The surf came in, pulled me under and rolled me God knows how many revolutions, and left me gasping for air and trying to figure out which way was "up". I lost the what'cha call-it equilibrium in my ears for weeks and pret'near blacked out every time I lay my head down. Ever since then i go nowhere near the sea if there's the slightest wave rolling in.
After a 50 year hiatus I tried to recapture my youth and bought a used 10 foot Walden Magic Longboard. Went down to the Gulf at Dauphin Island and tried to surf again. Couldn't do it. No balance, no agility, no nuthin. So I turned to motorcycling instead. My longboard is hanging up in my utilty shed. I'll probably pass it on to my daughter or one of my grandkids.
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Welcome to age, brother. At least you can still carry your board from the den to the shed. I can't even catch the bus on time.
I had a chopper myself but I made the mistake of letting my enthusiasm for everything British compel me to chose a Triumph Bonneville, an OK bike but completely unsuitable as a chopper. It takes time but we learn from our mistakes.
MY Dad visited me the day he died. l didn't see him but l saw what he did.
Hospice was supposed to call us when my dad looked like he would be passing away soon. l didn't get that message and by then it was too late to go. l spent the previous day holding his hands and saying l loved him. He squeezed my hand so tight.
The day that l learned that he died l felt so bad that l sat up in bed staring at the stuff l hung on the wall. Then suddenly there was a loud crash which sounded like broken glass but wasn't. lt was a frame with a picture of the famous praying hands which l've had for many years.
Then that night when l woke up in the dark the two battery tea lights were on and stayed lit until morning. l checked to see to see if the on/off switches might have been only on on. They weren't. They were on off and stayed that way. They lit up at night for three nights.
l believe that my dad didn't want me to be sad because l wasn't there. To him l was always there. None of those things ever happened again.
Hospice was supposed to call us when my dad looked like he would be passing away soon. l didn't get that message and by then it was too late to go. l spent the previous day holding his hands and saying l loved him. He squeezed my hand so tight.
The day that l learned that he died l felt so bad that l sat up in bed staring at the stuff l hung on the wall. Then suddenly there was a loud crash which sounded like broken glass but wasn't. lt was a frame with a picture of the famous praying hands which l've had for many years.
Then that night when l woke up in the dark the two battery tea lights were on and stayed lit until morning. l checked to see to see if the on/off switches might have been only on on. They weren't. They were on off and stayed that way. They lit up at night for three nights.
l believe that my dad didn't want me to be sad because l wasn't there. To him l was always there. None of those things ever happened again.
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papa tiger
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SETTING THE PLACE, MY MAINTENANCE SHOP NOTHING UNUSUAL.
I was working 3rd shift at the time, Early 90's, 6:30 ish in the morning.
Hank walked thru my shop THAT morning on his way to work. I said, "Morning Hank, UR early!"
He said to me, "Early Drivers meeting, I don't want to miss it." Scurrying on his way across the
warehouse. A half hour later it dawned on me, and I walked up to the Office Break Room and
opened the door, looked in and no Hank That I could see was there.
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He had passed the day before, mid 50's. That was the reason for the meeting. I had worked with, played
Company ball, won a city league championship with him. He was a good guy. A straight-talking man.
His way of saying goodbye ?
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I never told anyone of that morning. Hank is up in heaven with his now. Everyone misses him too.
I have that video playing in my memory now, once again, him taking the short cut thru my maintenance
shop of two open roll up doors to the Warehouse office with 35 other guys at that meeting of member Ence.
I can get the space and time thing of a different dimension opening a certain area for a few seconds for some reason.
I was working 3rd shift at the time, Early 90's, 6:30 ish in the morning.
Hank walked thru my shop THAT morning on his way to work. I said, "Morning Hank, UR early!"
He said to me, "Early Drivers meeting, I don't want to miss it." Scurrying on his way across the
warehouse. A half hour later it dawned on me, and I walked up to the Office Break Room and
opened the door, looked in and no Hank That I could see was there.
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He had passed the day before, mid 50's. That was the reason for the meeting. I had worked with, played
Company ball, won a city league championship with him. He was a good guy. A straight-talking man.
His way of saying goodbye ?
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I never told anyone of that morning. Hank is up in heaven with his now. Everyone misses him too.
I have that video playing in my memory now, once again, him taking the short cut thru my maintenance
shop of two open roll up doors to the Warehouse office with 35 other guys at that meeting of member Ence.
I can get the space and time thing of a different dimension opening a certain area for a few seconds for some reason.
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