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MUSHY'S MOOCHINGS
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A sixties kind of guy remembering the past and the lessons learned. I'm passing on what I've mooched from from life in hopes of sparking memories and helping others. It's just my life as best I can make it.
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I’M GAY!
“Mushy!” I kept hearing someone call my name as I ran through the jungle, ducking behind trees and blinking my eyes to the flashes of the explosions. “Mushy (not his real name)!” I heard the sound of feet getting closer to me and the...
BILLY JEAN – Part 2
Donald did not share his life with me much, outside of telling me about his parents and his sister in Chattanooga, but I unloaded on him about everything. The two girls and the problem I had with Billy Jean. It was he that suggested that girl numbe...
BILLY JEAN – Part 1
To most observers, Billy Jean would have appeared to be the base slut. She hung out at the Airmen’s and NCO Clubs on the weekends, and sometimes would show up during the week. She was fresh out of high school and learning to be a beautician. ...
THE BUCK SERGEANTS
A couple of months after reporting to Sewart AFB, unfinished business from Vietnam began catching up to me. First off, I do not remember ever telling you about Master Sergeant Thomas, my Flight Commander at Da Nang, but we actually met on the P...
COCK OF THE WALK
I spent a lot of my leave time fixing up the beige ’66 Falcon to make it a little more presentable, things like taking the cheap hubcaps off and painting the wheels flat-black, and buying some chrome lug nuts. To me, that made all the difference...
COMING HOME
I intend not to go into too much detail about my relationship with my first wife. Connie is the mother of my only son, in whom, I’m very pleased (Matthew 3:17), and will always be so.Since it is possible that she and her husband, as well as my son...
SWEEPING OUT THE CORNERS OF MY MIND - 2
I am preparing to leave Vietnam - still attempting to sweep out the corners of my mind. However, I have few documenting photos left to illustrate my memories. Just thoughts, wispy memories of things I saw and that will always be there waiting to be...
SWEEPING OUT THE CORNERS OF MY MIND - 1
It is hard for me to come to terms with the fact that it has been over forty-one years since I left Vietnam (at this writing – Nov. ’07). If I may borrow a few lines from Bob Seger: Twenty(forty)years nowWhere'd they go?twenty (forty)yearsI ...
THINKING OF THOSE THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT...
...and praying of those that did!...
PLEASE GOD, JUST LET ME DIE
Staying sane in Vietnam was very hard because there was little to do. During the time I was stationed at Da Nang, the Air Force was restricted to base. I never got to go downtown and really experience Vietnam as a tourist. I spent a lot of my of...
IF ROCKETS WERE NOT ENOUGH
Fred Cone probably still tells the tale about a Da Nang takeoff attempt, in 1967, which almost killed him. How could the Marine A-6 pilot forget the night his aircraft, which was carrying 500 lb. bombs, hit a C-141 transport carrying acetylene tanks...
