Voice Of Mars: Missileer (Especially relevant with North Korea threatening a missile attack)

titan missileThe soldier has been stopped for a day and a half. He is getting his truck serviced.

He happened to run into a fellow ex-missileer. I was aware of this because he has a framed poem, Missileer by Capt. Robert A. Wyckoff. He had me read it to him over the phone, as he repeated the lines for the other man who was standing by.

There are not that many missileers out there so I thought it pretty grand they ran into each other. Understanding that, maybe you can imagine my surprise at this:

“I didn’t tell him I worked in missiles,” the soldier said, the next day.


“Yeah, I didn’t tell him.”

“I don’t understand. Why not? I thought you have been talking to this guy about missiles for 2 days!”

“I have. But I didn’t tell him I knew anything about them.”

“You mean you let him go on?”


“Well aren’t you a bastard,” I said with a chuckle. “But you had that poem. Why would you have that poem?”

“I told him I’d come across it. He was going on and on… said he had nightmares. I said but you had, XXXX (missile people code). He said, yeah I had that…”

“So you mean he’s going to wake up in a week and have it come together in his mind? He’s going to realize 2 weeks from now, you must have been in missiles.”

“I don’t know,” he said, chuckling. “I just didn’t want to tell him, P.”

“Why not?”

“Because then he’d want to know how I was in missiles and then a green beret and blah, blah, blah.”

“Oh. Did you tell him you were in Special Forces?”

“Ranger,” he said. “I told him I was a ranger. Couldn’t get out of it, I have a tattoo. He saw the tattoo. So you were a ranger he asked? Yeah, I was a ranger.” He laughed again, it was clear he’d had a fine time so I laughed too.

“You like this shit,” I said.

“No… well, P, I don’t have to tell everyone everything. Tell them I was in missiles, I was a ranger, I was a green beret… they aren’t going to believe that shit. Listen to how it sounds.”

“Sounds like bullshit.”

“Hell yes it sounds like bullshit. I figured let him tell me how he could have killed the world. He was into it. I could have killed the worrrrrrrrrld,” he said. I could imagine his hands waving around.

“Well he can’t have been in missiles and been stupid.”

“Nope, wasn’t stupid,” he said with another chuckle. “He wasn’t stupid.”

I don’t know what to say. The bastard enjoys himself out there and while it may be unnerving how easily he can fly under the wire, he is right. You tell people the truth, they never believe you so after awhile you just stop talking.

Bookmark and Share


Voice Of Mars: Missileer (Especially relevant with North Korea threatening a missile attack) — 7 Comments

  1. “He lives there in Denver. Has a Harley, loves Harleys. I told him I had that decrepit Harley and he said I should bring it over and we could work on it in his garage. I’m going to leave it in my garage, I said.”

    I laughed.

    “But I have tools! I didn’t tell him I had tools. I didn’t tell him I was a machinist either…”

    I just laughed some more. This guy talked to the soldier for 2 days and… nothing. 🙂

  2. *gigglefits*

    I love it!

    Course, I do the same thing sometimes. I don’t know, maybe some people just like to think they’re smarter/more knowledgable/whatever than anybody they could possibly meet, so the possibility they’re talking to an expert just doesn’t even cross their mind.

  3. Jilly, you mean that joker with the playing cards? I have a jacket with that patch… 😉

    Some guy gave it to me and how appropriate hmm?

    I wear it too. PROUDLY.

  4. I would probably be the same way…not say anything….because you never know what the other person really knows or doesn’t know and I would hate to be the one with more knowledge….I would rather gain information than give it up or share. Looking ignorant or stupid in some situations is a much better position at times, I think. Obviously, you have to give up some info so they trust you know what they are talking about, but after that….quiet and just take it in.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *