I Laughed..Really, I Did

One of my Army buddies posted on his Facebook timeline a picture of a Camero, he said he wanted one. I reminded him what he did to my car MANY years ago back at Idar-Oberstien, West Germany.

Ron had married a Germany woman, but not just any German woman mind you. She was and still is beautiful. Back then, 1977..oh my God. She was the model of all things beautiful. I think he knew that too. I was and still am happy for the two of them when they got together and married. Although they aren't married any longer, in my heart, they still are.

Ron, asked could he borrow my car to go home. He didn't live on post in The Housing Area, he lived down in the town. Since I had a car, a car I traded a guy, my stereo for his car...hey, it was a fair trade... I wasn't going any where, so I let Ron borrow it. He said he will return it in the morning. Morning came and I asked for my keys. He told me it went dead downtown, and he just left it there. One..my FIRST car ever, in a Country, Europe, West Germany, and he JUST LEAVES it there?!! WTF MAN. Being that it was a work day, and I was 'playing Soldier', I couldn't go and check on it until after 5 pm, which I did. It was taken to a junk yard and trashed. MY FIRST CAR!!

I look back at that moment now. You know what, I wasn't mad then, and I'm laughing about it now. See, The Army taught me what REAL friends are. Not like my so call friends I suppose I call them friends now. NONE of my civilian friends nearly froze to death with me on a training exercise in the middle of no where with mud up to our asses. None of my friends crossed the Rhine River AT NIGHT in a 13 ton tracked vehicle otherwise known as a Grunt Mobile. Knowing damn well our lives could have ended if for some reason the belige pumps had just decided NOT to keep doing their thing. Can't name a friend now, who would give me their last $20 so close to payday, and want back double ON payday and I was happy to pay what ever he ask for. Yep, no friends now who I..slept, shit, showered, shaved, cried and laughed with, told all my problems to cause I was so far from home and I wanted my 'mommy', but they understood. Where are the friends who took me under their wing, explained to me what life is really about, taught me how to deal and learn to live among just about anything, anyone I may come across in my PRESENT day life. Where are my friends HERE, who have compassion for your fellow HUMAN BEING, no where here.

What I learned from September 3, 1977, to March 15, 1980..EVERY young man at the age of 17 SHOULD learn, SHOULD experienced. That School, those teachers of the 2nd Bn 81sr F.A. taught me well. I am a product of that teaching. Though some today may not understand me or my way of thinking..but then again, they haven't had the schooling nor the teaching from the teachers I've learned from. Their mistake AND their lost.

You know what I say....'Oh well, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke'.