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My Uncle Jay Ruled!

My cousin Carla recently tagged me in a post from her facebook page.  It was a letter from her father, my uncle, written in the third person.  My Uncle Jay passed away a few years back, no doubt related to the cancerous bullshit his own army dropped on not only the civilian of Viet Nam, but also on their own troops.  Friendly fire of the slow death style.  FU uncle sam!  Deep breath, anger gone….. This is really a joyous kind of thing, to almost hear my uncle voice in these written words of his has put a smile in my heart.  Nothing can really mess this feeling up.  RIP Uncle Jay.

Written from Doug HA   R.V.N

 

3rd Marine Division (REIN), FMF, Vietnam.

 

Dear Mom, Dad & Family

 

In the very near future the undersigned will once more be in your midst, dehydrated & demoralized, to take his place again, as a human being, with the well-known arms of freedom & justice for all; engaged in the life, liberty and the somewhat delayed pursuit of happiness.  In making your joyous preparations to welcome him back into organized society you might take certain steps to make allowances for the crude environment with which he has been surrounded for the last thirteen months.  In other words he might be a little Asiatic from Vietnam and over Seas , and should be handled with care.  Do not be alarmed if he is infected with all arms of rare tropical diseases.  A little time in the “land of the Big PX” will cure this malady.

 

Therefor show no alarm if he insists on carrying a weapon to the dinner table, looks around for his steel hat when offered a chair or wakes you up in the middle of the night for guard duty.  Keep cool when he pours gravy on his dessert at dinner, or mixes peaches with his Seagrams VO.  Pretend not to notice when he eats with his fingers instead of silverware and prefers c rations to steak.  Take it with a smile when he insists on digging up the garden to fill sand bags for his bunker, he is building.  Be tolerant when he takes his blanket and sheets off the bed and puts them on the floor to sleep on.

 

Never say anything about powdered eggs, dehydrated potatoes, fried rice, fresh milk or ice cream.

 

Do not be alarmed if he should jump at any time from the dinner table and run to the garbage can to wash his dish with a toilet brush.  After all, this has been his standard for a long time.  Also, if it should start to rain, pay no attention to him if he pulls off his clothes, grabs a bar of soap and towel and runs out doors for a shower.

 

When in his daily conversation he utters such things as “Xin Loi” or “Choi oi” just be patient and simply leave quickly and calmly.  If by some chance he utters “D.D” with an irritated look on his face, because it means no less than “get the hell out of here”.  Do not let it shake you up if he picks up the phone and yells “alpha Co., Sir” or says “Roger, Out” for good-by or simply shouts “working”.

 

Never ask why the Jones’ son held a higher rank than he did and by no mean mention the term “extend”.  Pretend not to notice if at a restaurant he calls the waitress, “number-one girl” and uses his hat as an ashtray.  He will probably keep listening for “Homeward Bound” to come on over the radio.  If he does, comfort him, for his still reminiscing.  Be especially watchful when he is in the presence of a woman…..especially a beautiful one.

 

Above all, keep in mind that beneath the tanned and rugged exterior, there is a heart of gold (it’s the only thing of value left).  Treat him with kindness, tolerance and occasionally a fifth of good liquor and you will find that you can rehabilitate that which was once (& now is a hollow shell of) the happy-go-lucky guy you once knew and loved.

 

Last but by no means least, send no more email to the F.P.O..  Fill the icebox with beer, get the civies out of the mobth balls, fill up the car with gas and get the woman and children off the streets…….

 

Because this kid is coming home!!!

 

Love always Jay.

 

Chocolate Cake Planter

There is this Chocolate cake that I buy about once every two months. I wait this long between buying it because I eat the whole thing within 48 hours. Yeah, it’s just something I do. Another thing I like to do, is re use packaging as much as possible, especially for planting up house plants. The dome of this packaging has a #3 recycling type on stamped on it, and I could just put it in with the rest of the recycling, but I had three Kalanchoe (Beharensis “roseleaf”) That needed a home. Ideally I would use the bottom part of the cake packaging as the saucer for the Dome planter part. But it had a 3″ raised section in the middle, and the dome when place upside down on it, wouldn’t sit right. So instead of poking hole in the bottom, I will just plant it as a planter without drainage. One just has to be careful not to overwater, and allow the soil to be bone dry before adding more water. These are succulents, so this won’t be a problem. Easy Peasy…..

Add drainage rock, I went with two inches because of the lack of holes at the bottom, extra is good if you have the room.

Add proper potting mix, I got this nice succulent cacti mix from work (Sprout Home)

plant!

Done! Now to put this little guy into a bright sunny spot.

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