Fresh B.S.
April something, 2008
Hmm..rainy season is slowly moving in, The Mutts are
doing well and I haven't had to fight a major tick battle
since first moving in to the new house. I continue,
however, fighting the good fight against sobriety and all
it's ugly ramifications and contractual implications. In the
words of myself, and favorite author, "Life isn't too bad if
your enjoying yourself".
I find it all more enjoyable if not scrutinized too clearly.
The devil can be in the details, along with who knows
what.
As usual, i've been doing as little as possible of late, and
being sorta half-assed about it. I've been putting off
making a list of things I want to do around the house, but
may get to it one of these days, time permitting.
I got nothing else.
ts..out
jungle journal,tsdaly,more B.S.
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An Olive Drab Dissolution
By Thomas Scott Daly
(Introduction)
I remember things mostly in terms of colors and shades of gray. Little snapshot files full
of vibrant color floating around my head, fading rapidly and changing hue. After
watching a blur of Springs sprout green and Falls collapse under their own weight in
brown, the colors have begun to take their leave. Red sunsets and blue skies eclipsed...
cancelled each other out. Now there's merely a shrill drabness left, a likeness not unlike a
prison cafeteria at noon, or perhaps a small flourescent room.
By Thomas Scott Daly
(Introduction)
I remember things mostly in terms of colors and shades of gray. Little snapshot files full
of vibrant color floating around my head, fading rapidly and changing hue. After
watching a blur of Springs sprout green and Falls collapse under their own weight in
brown, the colors have begun to take their leave. Red sunsets and blue skies eclipsed...
cancelled each other out. Now there's merely a shrill drabness left, a likeness not unlike a
prison cafeteria at noon, or perhaps a small flourescent room.
A day later.....
Now I'm overloading this page, but i don't feel like making a new one, and it's still April something, 2008
Something on TV got me thinking about this particular time in Vietnam, so I
wanted to write it down before I forget it or neglect to add it to my dubious
memoirs at some other time.
Long Bien, Republic of South Vietnam, possibly September, 1970.
The 199th was going home, we were in transit. After about
7 months of humping in the jungle we were a war weary and
jaded crew, happy to have nothing to do. 7 of us found a small
room approximately 3X6 meters in size in a building on the Main
Base in Long Bien. I can't remember a thing about the building
we were in except for that room, which was covered with
mattresses wall to wall and for 7 days the 7 of us smoked opium
and Thai Black from an ammo can that was, in the beginning,
quite full. I had my Hitachi Portable Cassette Deck with
detachable speakers and kept the music going as non-stop as
possible, and since I often woke to the music, I suppose others
shared the task.
Opium on a bed of fine smoke from the bottom of the ammo can.
It was just the ticket for a well-needed escape from some serious
over-stimulization in the line of fire. The Doors spoke so
incredibly succinctly to my disturbed and disoriented mental state.
Not only was I unsure of what I'd been doing, but had no idea
where I was going, where I was, and now, frankly, didn't give a
damn. Such a sweet high..waltz me off to dreamland my dear..in
for a penny, in for a pound...pass me a cold beer to wash it
down.
It was a Soft Parade of people through that room, that week.
Then I went off to ride around with some tanks for awhile before
stumbling into the end of the rainbow..a "rear job" at Cu Chi with
the 25th Division. It was there I was introduced to heroin as a
cure for boredom. tsdaly
wanted to write it down before I forget it or neglect to add it to my dubious
memoirs at some other time.
Long Bien, Republic of South Vietnam, possibly September, 1970.
The 199th was going home, we were in transit. After about
7 months of humping in the jungle we were a war weary and
jaded crew, happy to have nothing to do. 7 of us found a small
room approximately 3X6 meters in size in a building on the Main
Base in Long Bien. I can't remember a thing about the building
we were in except for that room, which was covered with
mattresses wall to wall and for 7 days the 7 of us smoked opium
and Thai Black from an ammo can that was, in the beginning,
quite full. I had my Hitachi Portable Cassette Deck with
detachable speakers and kept the music going as non-stop as
possible, and since I often woke to the music, I suppose others
shared the task.
Opium on a bed of fine smoke from the bottom of the ammo can.
It was just the ticket for a well-needed escape from some serious
over-stimulization in the line of fire. The Doors spoke so
incredibly succinctly to my disturbed and disoriented mental state.
Not only was I unsure of what I'd been doing, but had no idea
where I was going, where I was, and now, frankly, didn't give a
damn. Such a sweet high..waltz me off to dreamland my dear..in
for a penny, in for a pound...pass me a cold beer to wash it
down.
It was a Soft Parade of people through that room, that week.
Then I went off to ride around with some tanks for awhile before
stumbling into the end of the rainbow..a "rear job" at Cu Chi with
the 25th Division. It was there I was introduced to heroin as a
cure for boredom. tsdaly