Flashback. Well, kinda.
Posted on December 20, 2005 9:58 PM
Last night I had another one of those dreams where I find myself back in the Marine Corps. I have them once in a while. Usually, the dream is not like I am still in the Marines, more like I am going back in for some reason. Wouldn't my wife love that.I've been out of the Marines now for 11 years. That's almost twice as long as I was in. I still remember some stuff like it was yesterday. It is interesting that most of the bad stuff I can't really remember. When I was still in the Marines, toward the end of my six years, I probably bored the heck out of the more junior Marines with my stories. I used to tell stories a lot.
When Angela's grandfather passed away, we found a journal that he kept while he was in the Navy. I regret not having done something like that myself. It's just one of those things. You think at the time that nobody would be interested in what is going on right now. However, every so often I will find something from a while back that I have written, and I find it interesting. Usually it helps me to remember. It helps to take me back to that moment in time.
I mostly have problems remembering people's names from when I was in the Marines. I'm not talking about good friends, or best friends. These guys were good guys, don't get me wrong. It's just that the job that I did when I was in the Marines required me to always be going somewhere new, sometimes for three months at a time, sometimes for six. Just about any time I was deployed somewhere, I was sent by myself. So, most of the time I was just getting to know someone before I was leaving again.
I've been thinking for some time that my future children may be interested in reading about some of my experiences. I've got plenty of stories to tell. So when I'm not ranting about why I don't like forward emails, or why credit cards suck, I will dig deep into the recesses of my memory, and try to come up with something more significant than the punchline of a Seinfeld episode.
The dream I had last night is now just a fuzzy thought, without much detail, although I still have a vague feeling of good about it, although I know that I am too old and too much of a malcontent to be in the Marines anymore, not to mention I'm out of shape.
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