The Sentinel Rain 200515

The Sentinel All the news that's fit to print and some that's not.
Time Time for Joyce and I seems to fly by and I do not understand why. It's strange to me because time is supposedly a constant no matter where one is located. I know I can hold my breath and see how long a single minute is and that hasn't changed, so how does the day just fly away? The Earth spins at 1000 miles per hour and we feel we are somehow spinning faster than that. It cannot be true though. I remember really good days used to seem like they were little more than the blink of an eye and I can remember bad days that never seemed to end. Could this mean that Joyce and I are having a series of good days? It might be, it could be, it is a home run! I couldn't help using the old Harry Carey baseball quote he used when someone hit a long, high drive into the outfield and that drive went over the wall into the grandstand for a home run. Bless his memory.	Rain This man has never liked rain. The rain is essential for life here on Earth,but that doesn't mean that I have to enjoy it. One time Cal and I were deployed to the Philippines for an entire month instead of the usual 2 weeks per deployment. It must have been near the monsoon season because the rain never stopped. We were housed in an old navy barracks that had no air conditioning but had jalousie windows that cranked outward. The humidity had to have been 90%. Sleeping in a navy bunk just felt wet all month long. I had shoes in a locker and they turned green with mold. We were flying out of Cubi Point to the coast of Vietnam every other night and by the time we loaded food for the long flights (can't lug heavy things and have an umbrella) we would be soaking wet and it took hours to dry out enough to be comfortable.	Rain Continued On off nights if we went to the navy exchange or the enlisted men's club we got soaked again. The enlisted club on the hill there had so many leaks in the roof that there were large wash tubs to collect all the water than came in. One night there was an Australian ship in port and the crew had liberty. They arrived up on the hill in force with their own shore patrol in tow.Those guys were drinking like there was no tomorrow, even their shore patrol were tipping a few beers along with the crew. When one of the crew would pass out, the shore patrol would drag him over and dunk him in the wash tubs to wake the sailor up again. I never saw such a hard drinking group as those Australians.