Knowing people are distinctly different makes life more interesting. Sometimes I come across and instance where this is shown in a way that’s dramatic.
I have Venus square Neptune and a packed 8th house. I can’t help but feel the people around me. My husband? Well he’s not me.
I watched a program about snipers on the History Channel. My husband was a sniper in Special Forces. I regretted his not being home at the time, because I have a lot of questions and curiosities by my nature. He adds a lot to the viewing of something like this.
I began calling him during the commercials. I eventually gave up on show opting to talk to him, directly. He’s far more interesting than the History Channel.
The show profiled a 21 year old Marine sniper and I wonder, why him? Why was he selected? What characteristics are necessary to be well suited to this job?
“You have to be able to lie on your belly and sneak past someone maybe five feet behind them, my husband, explained. ” You have to be willing to lie completely still and move maybe four inches an hour and I mean, you have to lie there and you can’t move a muscle. If you can’t do this, you’re got going to make it through sniper school.”
“Yeah, there are times when it might take you three days to move 100 yards, just crawling along an inch at a time. You have to lie still when you’re not creeping, lie on your belly all day and all night for those three days and it’s not easy. You’ve got to stay complete focused on what you’re doing.”
“And someone is creeping with you?” I asked. Because snipers work in teams. “They have to be as good at this as you are or you both die?”
“Yeah. Hell yeah.”
“Well if I crawled though the jungle with someone like that for three days, I would feel I was married to them.”
“I would. I’d be lying there thinking, oh my God, I’m pregnant.”
He snorted, but I wasn’t joking.
“I could not be in that kind of proximity to someone for that length of time and not feel I was having sex with them… and I’d want to talk about it of course.”
“Discharge,” he repeated.”STAMP!”
“You told me once I would never make it as a marine.”
“Well you wouldn’t. P, I think you better stay out of the armed forces all together.”
How would you feel crawling through the jungle like that? Where is your Venus?