To give you a scope of this, how vast and endless it is, I tell a story of a man I was love with and he with me. Engaged to be married, we traveled to meet his family over the holiday season where I was kicked out of house for being a “nigger”. The exact words were, “I told you not to bring that nigger to my house.”

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“We have been discussing things for years and all kinds of things have come up. I think we’ve touched on most everything and most things we’ve talked about over and over,” I told the soldier the other night.

“Yep.”
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Regarding the blond ponytail lady, I hope this isn’t misinterpreted but!

But the soldier and I have been watching The World at War over the last weeks.

As most of you know he’s a war history buff and he considers this the best war documentary ever made. It was made in the seventies and could not be made now as many of the people interviewed (Holocaust survivors for example) are dead.

It was also made before “spin” and “political correctness” became so prevalent. Back when documentaries were made to inform and actually document history rather than something fashioned to entertain or advance a political agenda and while it is long (11 dvds) it is inordinately interesting.
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Here’s a story for you. I am well aware that when the soldier and I were kids, the peanut gallery as in the people I knew) did not want me with him. I did not know there were people on his side talking me down but learned this weekend I did have some detractors. I was surprised. Not because I think I am so wonderful but how come I’d not heard this before?

“Who? What was their problem with me?” I asked. “What did they say?”

“Oh, they said what are you doing with that girl? She doesn’t like the military. What are you doing with her? She’s not a military person.”

Continue reading The Soldier And P - 29 1/2 Years After The Fact: “I Didn’t Have The Heart To Say Anything…”

Concerning Russia it occurred to me tonight, we are approaching the Saturn return of the cold war and look at the news. Back when we were kids, the soldier’s job was as front and center as you could possibly get on that and to see a conflict cropping up again is… well it’s history repeating just like our history is repeating but how to parse that is anyone’s guess.

It gives me serious doubts the soldier and will go peacefully into our old age, I’ll say that.

goddess writes regarding the soldier who did not quit on Voice Of Mars: Ranger School:

“sounds like he was in the right line of work…”

goddess, I agree.  There have been a lot of comments made along these lines: “Why would anyone volunteer to be a soldier?” I thought it was interesting the same day I posted that blog, this story broke:

Prince Harry Desperate to Return to Front Line in Afghanistan
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We watched, The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc over the weekend. Joan of Arc is the soldier’s patron saint. Apparently this was a strange choice of saint for a young machismo type boy but he said you’re supposed to pray and meditate on it which is what he did and she is who came to him.

He didn’t know anything about her at the time but has since read virtually everything ever written and when he makes a claim of this sort you can believe he’s not kidding.

We liked the movie a lot. It was tremendously moving but my favorite part was this comment he made…
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The other night the soldier and I were watching Sniper. I’d never seen it and was surprised how good it is above and beyond the obvious eye-candy. The first two thirds of the movie, this is. The last third was a little much if you have Libra but anyway, the soldier has worked as a sniper…

“Yeah, I liked it but nobody likes you. Everyone hates snipers,” he said.

“Why? They seem very necessary. Aren’t they necessary?”

“Yeah, they’re good for all kinds of things. Psychological warfare…” he went on to elaborate. “You can hit a guy from almost a mile away. There’s no way they can know what’s coming.”

“I see. So why don’t they like ‘em?”

“Well, it’s considered somewhat cowardly in the military tradition,” he said.

I was fascinated to learn this, maybe you feel similar.

The soldier and I watched the war movie over the weekend, nothing like hearing the blow by blow from someone who was there. “What were you thinking here?” I could ask this kind of stuff and get an answer. Plus he’s so candid. He does not give me the pc version but the real version and by the time the movie ended I was somewhat stunned and I was very freakishly humbled.

Now this might sound like I am some sort of arrogant over-inflated freak but if it does, I don’t think you get my meaning. Of course that right there might serve as more evidence of my arrogance so some of you can see I am damned if I do, and damned if I don’t but I feel like doing… offering this, so I am going to.
Continue reading The Saturn Return Of The Soldier And P - Love And War: Humbling… Crystalline

It’s been awhile but I mentioned the soldiers love of what he calls, “martial music”. He loves fighting songs and sometimes likes to have them with breakfast. That is he will turn on something rousing to have with his coffee and he almost looks in a trance as he listens… “Get’s you blood pumping, eh P?”

He says this with his eyes wide and a grin spread across his face. His whole body seems to want to jump up and stand at attention and while it does get my blood pumping, the music is not the cause. It’s the fact I live with this much testosterone that gives the thrill and I thought I’d show you what I am talking about.

This is one of his favorite pieces of martial music. He regularly puts this on. He plugs in the movie and fast forwards to the song and I have to say when he starts his day this way he generally has a good one.

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