I can't help myself, I love the music of the forties and am interested in everything that happened during World War 2. This Glen Miller song, "American Patrol" is one of my favorite big band tunes. I have a complete set of CD's with the big band music on it. I could listen to it until Joyce went absolutely crazy, but I have to contain myself for her.
I watch all the navy WW-2 submarine videos I can find on UTUBE and all the air force, army and marine videos of WW-2 I can find. There is very little history about the US Coast Guard in WW-2, but those guys were in action on coasts thousands of miles away from the US.
I loved my time on board ship, no bills to pay, no commutes beyond a few ladders up to the flight deck, everything I needed was in my sea bag. All I had to be concerned about was not getting killed on the flight deck or when in Olongapo P.I. and when we were ashore in ports, having enough beer money until the next payday. I sent most of my pay home to Joyce and my pay on board stacked up because I had nothing else to spend it on. Joyce being the woman she is, managed to save a lot of that money, unlike many navy wives and army and marine corps wives that pissed through everything sent home.
I even won some money playing poker on the trips back to San Diego. That has yet to be duplicated the rest of my life.
On a sad note, Greg one of our neighbors, a Vietnam combat veteran has marched off to an assisted living facility. God bless him, he would not go to a nearby Veteran's home because they did not allow smoking and drinking. I can appreciate that. Greg had a rough time in Vietnam and lost his wonderful wife 4 years back and he was a lonely, despondent man since then. I think the Vietnam vets are going out faster than the WW-2 vets have.
One last note, the very strange young woman across the hall from us has possibly had something happen to her. We came home from the fitness center this morning and as I walked out to talk to the maintenance guy 2 patrol cars were pulling into the lot one was a detective the other 2 patrolmen. As I spoke to the maintenance guy, 2 more patrol cars came in with 4 more patrolmen. They were all walking around looking for something or someone. I walked back and into my hallway and the detective and 2 officers were right outside my door. They all looked at me like they had found the person they were looking for. I said, "I live in 107" as I pointed to my door. The detective asked me what I knew about my neighbor. I said, "well she" and the detective asked, "what about the male?" I replied, "I did not know there was a male." That ended the conversation. I went inside and told Joyce about the situation and I have been thinking about it ever since. The young woman across the hall has been very strange. I told Joyce I have had a feeling something was wrong. I am thinking at the moment that something may have happened. I hope I am wrong, but I fear something happened.
I watch all the navy WW-2 submarine videos I can find on UTUBE and all the air force, army and marine videos of WW-2 I can find. There is very little history about the US Coast Guard in WW-2, but those guys were in action on coasts thousands of miles away from the US.
I loved my time on board ship, no bills to pay, no commutes beyond a few ladders up to the flight deck, everything I needed was in my sea bag. All I had to be concerned about was not getting killed on the flight deck or when in Olongapo P.I. and when we were ashore in ports, having enough beer money until the next payday. I sent most of my pay home to Joyce and my pay on board stacked up because I had nothing else to spend it on. Joyce being the woman she is, managed to save a lot of that money, unlike many navy wives and army and marine corps wives that pissed through everything sent home.
I even won some money playing poker on the trips back to San Diego. That has yet to be duplicated the rest of my life.
On a sad note, Greg one of our neighbors, a Vietnam combat veteran has marched off to an assisted living facility. God bless him, he would not go to a nearby Veteran's home because they did not allow smoking and drinking. I can appreciate that. Greg had a rough time in Vietnam and lost his wonderful wife 4 years back and he was a lonely, despondent man since then. I think the Vietnam vets are going out faster than the WW-2 vets have.
One last note, the very strange young woman across the hall from us has possibly had something happen to her. We came home from the fitness center this morning and as I walked out to talk to the maintenance guy 2 patrol cars were pulling into the lot one was a detective the other 2 patrolmen. As I spoke to the maintenance guy, 2 more patrol cars came in with 4 more patrolmen. They were all walking around looking for something or someone. I walked back and into my hallway and the detective and 2 officers were right outside my door. They all looked at me like they had found the person they were looking for. I said, "I live in 107" as I pointed to my door. The detective asked me what I knew about my neighbor. I said, "well she" and the detective asked, "what about the male?" I replied, "I did not know there was a male." That ended the conversation. I went inside and told Joyce about the situation and I have been thinking about it ever since. The young woman across the hall has been very strange. I told Joyce I have had a feeling something was wrong. I am thinking at the moment that something may have happened. I hope I am wrong, but I fear something happened.
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