"Hang on to your memories, they're all that's left you." Simon and Garfunkel advised my generation. I have come to believe that we are the living memory of our times. When we are gone they are gone. We are all that is left of that time.
2009/11/16
2009/11/05
Mack the Knife
It was perhaps on my first trip to town, on the occasion of my first exposure to the open market, that my cube mate Don saw to it that I aquired that necessary staple of self-defence, that object of dark alleys and nefarious dealings, outlawed in 50 states; Mack the Knife! I bought a switchblade! I can't now imagine that I'd have been very effective in defending myself. Besides a total lack of experience with knife fighting and the usual state I'd no doubt have been in if ever the occasion called for me to defend myself, which was in some state of drink.
Ubon in the Time of Cholera
It seemed surreal to me that we were faced with an epidemic. It was so far out of the realm of our American sense of reality. Sometime in the middle of 1969 Cholera swept down the river Closing each base it past finally arriving in Ubon and prompting the the brass to recall everyone onto the base until it had passed. Very few had clearance to commute to their quarters in town. So 6,000 of us were confined to a base with recreation facilities for 600. The main form of wreckreation was drunken brawls and tearing the doors off the Airman's Club. The AP's were put to patrolling the 'business' section of the base with K-9's and running in any disorderly sorts. It seems to me that the base went dry for the duration as well and the clubs were closed. Finally after a few weeks the epidemic passed and life returned to what we accepted as normal. Got more details or experiences?
2009/11/03
The Open Market
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