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#F #Fight is for Fight
A story from my youth, growing up in a hardworking Texas town. Confronting fear and a bully, and with a shocking outcome. Did you have a bully? And wonder what became of them?
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This is My Story: The Viet Nam Experience 1961-1966 by CMSGT Robert George Nelson (USAF Ret.)
This is a story that my Mother handed to me shortly after my father, the author, passed away. I felt like it needed to be seen, somehow. I have inserted photos I found online to help. If you enjoy this story, please let me know!
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gourmet Chocolate Boston
Years back, I was on a long layover in Boston. The trip occurred in the midst of an argument with the woman I was dating at the time. During the layover, I had asked for space and time to think, to get my head right, so that I could engage in a healthy discussion about…
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#L the LINCOLN
The USS LINCOLN. CVN-72. And “how I left a huge dent in a seafood restaurant with a boat” Wikipedia says… “USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN-72) is the fifth Nimitz-class aircraft carrier in the United States Navy. She is the second Navy ship to have been named after the former President Abraham Lincoln. Her home port is…
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#y
#You you were in my dream again last night. it’s been awhile since you last came to see me but, you acted just the same. Was it you, or was it me.
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Gentle Giant.
“I’m photogenic…” the man said to me, passing through the Christmas Market today in downtown Philly. I snap his photo. He is kind and warm, we talk for several minutes before he asks me if I like boxing. I do. Yes, I do. He introduces himself and immediately I know him. This is none other…
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#G Great Lakes, Chicago IL
OR: How I went to Navy Boot Camp and did not die. Several times. I thought it was a great idea. I thought my father would be proud. I was wrong. And instead, it was just my Mother and Sister waving goodbye to me, downtown Fort Worth, as the bus pulled away from a lot…
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Stranger in the Mirror.
Looking back, into me. A stranger narrows his gaze. Unrecognizable. Directionless. Haunted. Storied. A moment we share. Story’s coming back now. More real, more dire, more true. Turn to leave. The reflection still there. A stranger to me now to try and remember. How and why, and now, what next.
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#AXLROSE is Cool.
A short story. In my time, I’ve been fortunate, with many otherworldly experiences in surreal environments. I’m not the type to be “star-struck” etc, but have had many chances to meet people of notariety in some peculiar circumstances. One such person, is Axl Rose, of Guns-N-Roses. This is 1991, or so… and I am in…
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#f Frankenstein’s Monster Speaks
“Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding” Frankenstein’s Monster Speaks
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#L Letter to My Mother
Going through some letters I found in a box today, I found one I thought I would share. This box at my parent’s old house held loads of fun treasures from my days as a US Navy Sailor. Letters, medals, photos, awards, arrest documents… all the highlights of being a real sailor! This letter struck…
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#HeartBreaker.
This is the lost look of the broken-hearted…. Your first Broken Heart. Something you never forget. Even after other, possibly better and more positive relationships and experience At the time. The world ends. Time stops. Your heart can stop. Moving forward, moving on… impossible. Your thoughts, a dense grey cloud so thick that no light…
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#F is Forest Lake
A big influnce on my early childhood involves the peculiar town of Forest Lake, Minnesota. You wouldn’t recognize it today as it appeared in the 1970’s… it now has big-box stores, car dealerships, touristy bits and sort-of a bike trail. In the early 1970’s, when I was 4, we moved there from Fort Worth, Texas.…
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#e #England
A mad train rip the length of Europe and swirling ferry ride ‘cross the Channel amidst innebriated Belgians (never sit next to one that has a guitar, you’ll thank me) grinds to a screeching halt in Manchester and plants me firmly among two beautiful cousins of the Squire at a pub called The Cock on…
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#D# donut
Early spring and when you get up super early to start jumping subways around a giant East Cost town like Boston, sometimes you don’t even get a chance to hit the waffle maker at your illustrious Holiday Inn Express on the outskirts of town. Even though it’s not your personal daily routine, the cutthroat mentality…
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“O” Ocean
Ocean and sailing as the measure of a man. Albatross and Whale are as brothers, shout “hallelujah” when the Sparrow visits. Man summits mountains and crosses deserts. None masters the sea, only faithfully abide it. Sailors embark as the land and people held nothing more for us, the ultimate outcasts banishing ourselves to life long…
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#c#
Cigarettes. I used to love train hopping whilst stationed in Europe. One journey began in Naples and went all the way through England. Arriving in Napoli, I found the city in the midst of an angry tobacco embargo. Do not separate Italians from nicotine. Instead of cash, and thankfully, I had stocked up on Marlboros…
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#B#
As a young sailor in the United States Navy, my first assignment was as a Broadcast Journalist on the island of Terceira in the Azorean chain. Volcanic, simple, pure and detached I quickly adopted much of the local culture. Street bullfights, wine festivals, discoteques with all night dancing and plenty of beautiful girls to learn…
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#A#
She was the punk rock Queen of my little town. I only knew of her legend because she didn’t go to school. Arriving at a friend’s backyard keg party just as several police cars pulled in, as they raid the yard, people ran everywhere to get away. A girl with a giant beehive hairdo ran…
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