Duncanpup
Duncanpup's JournalLove is a golden retriever
Man come over here and pet me I’ll moan and groan as you rub me. Let’s sit on the couch together touch me I’ll touch you with my paws. Golden’s are love total love he is ten years old. And I find myself wanting to make him happy I love mister big nose smooshy face.
Being in a Rifle platoon
My point in this ramble ,do you remember how guys wore their gear. I am saying rucksack or Lbe how they carried M16 or 60 on a hump in your own personal misery. You could look around and know who was who just how they wore their flacks or Lbe web gear even looking at their backside , that’s whore House carrying the 60 with his A gunner or that’s cat fish nicknames were common. But you knew them how they walked or how they carried a rifle. Sweating your balls off at fort Irwin on NTC or freezing them on cold weather training.
A rifle platoon is a great equalizer I was in two the 82nd then 3rd armor division in west Germany as a young kid. And they were extreme opposite of each other but they both had a common as in misery but it was ok. We were young and could take it when we had to the fatigue the hunger the suffering we endured together. And I was lucky in both rifle platoons as I served with warriors fine NCO’s leaders CIB men who fought in Vietnam. We shared water c- rats later MRE’s as a family and race was never a issue your fucked as I am meaning we’re all in this together.
And that mentality is a great equalizer we have to depend on each other if it goes sideways. You come to find out with brothers that guys solid I can depend on him if we’re in tight spot. And reputation is everything these guys knew they could depend on me. Just observations from my youth looking at these pictures and remembering.
I have known rape survivors
My two great aunts were raped by soldiers doing the Russian civil war. It was never talked about in our family but it was known. They came to America around 1922 with my great grandparents at that time I think the ladies were in late teens. My grandmother was a young infant maybe a year or two old she was born in Netherlands as a refugee.
I really do not know the whole story of how they ended up in the coal fields of western Pennsylvania. Growing up my great aunts never married they lived with my great grandparents their whole lives. To me as a young child they were just part of my life perhaps just constants in a family of immigrants of first and second generation Americans. To me they meant love and safety and lumpy mashed potatoes ,And Lawrence welk on a Saturday night.
To this day when I make mashed potatoes. I boil them and never peel them I mash them up with the skins. My aunts would say the skins make you grow strong In broken English children to us young boys . I remember these ladies clearly as I sit here having coffee, peasant dresses that we’re homemade scarves wrapped around their heads and calf black boots. We joke my brothers and I of the Slavic looks the defined nose the hollow cheeks the slender builds that we all have inherited.
I think of the trauma these two ladies endured as young women in Ukraine. They never received any counseling or help in their lives. I imagine today that the rapes were multiple by soldiers war and rape a sick and twisted reality. I do remember they drank vodka regularly and perhaps that was their way of self medicating. And my great grandfather was a broken man a immigrant coal miner lost always in a bottle of vodka. as today I wonder if my great grandmother was a victim as well as her daughters by the cocks of those soldiers. So as a husband a father of three grown daughters I’m down with support for Christine ford and all victims of sexual assault.
The boog attention span of zero
Sorry man I slept in I need to go out and use the yard. So he heads out sniffing for a spot ,Squirrel and boog is off in hot pursuit squirrel up a tree. Boog barking circles the tree turns around to look at me. Come on man I got it treed get over here and help me. Then he comes trotting back to go inside I’m like boog go out in yard. Oh ok man I forgot about having to use the yard.
Sitting in on rehearsal today with the ladies son and father
They are a trio but today We will be sitting in with them. And she teaches our son on guitar as she graduated from string program from college. As they want to fill out the sound on several originals that they been tossing out at the brew pub. My motto have tokai Les Paul reborn will travel. Today they will be recording originals on lap top way over my head modern technology and somehow our son and our guitars will be recorded onto lap top they want to send these recordings to a producer. Now our thirteen year old is up to speed on this modern technology as he and dad have been jamming to these ladies songs.
As I sit here and drink coffee I am thinking back to when I was young maybe our sons age. And my one brother and I would record our originals on a cassette recorder. We had dreams we were going to be the Appalachian coal field blues answer to music. We had visions of touring the world taking our music to the people. I ended up being a husband a father a union truck driver I smile as I sit and think of those moments of our youth.
I love when kids come for a visit
They bring the grandsons and their laundry I been awake since around 0300 just could not sleep . I have our and their laundry almost done, I hit the keurig and see laundry baskets well mine as well start the laundry. Our two thirteen year old boys heading to friends house today last weekend their pool will be open. My wife and daughters heading out to shop for the grandkids not sure what they need but I don’t get in my wife’s way when it comes to cute baby clothes.
Furry boys are all about their nephews especially the golden retriever and mr newfie he has a purpose he loves his baby. Man I have to go he needs me he went to be with oldest daughter after she gave birth I understand yogi mission first. The chocolate deplorable land shark loves his nephews but is circling because the cream chipped beef fairy came and our sons are pillaging the sos stomach first furry uncle second we all have priorities.
Beware a ramble Sat and talked with my brother in a dream he passed away in 89
I dreamt of him last night he still looks the same as I remember him before he passed. Tall and lanky I enjoy these dreams when he comes to me, last night I introduced him to our two grandsons and he held them and kissed the boys I tell him that your son is doing well he looks like you still single, My brother tells me Your doing ok I’m happy for you he told me ,and the kids and grandchildren came for a visit yesterday. We were twins my mother often says I know what your brother would look like today as she looks at me. She says you went gray with hair early he probably would have as well tall and thin and still have chicken chest and legs my mother says, She laughs and tells me your brother and your father would be like us with today’s administration.
Perhaps it was talking with my mother yesterday ,I dropped her gallon of wine off at nursing home. Every time how much do I owe you boy for the wine as she goes for her purse. Not a dime mom don’t worry about it you wanna play 500 sure mom deal em. How’s the no booze medicine working what’s it called naltrexone mom it’s working fine. Mind if I pour a glass no mom go ahead she is a piece of work my mother. She is a mother of six boys five of us still walking around.
Growing up we were all tight still tight today. My brother passed away from motorcycle accident booze and foolishness of youth he did it to himself. I left for benning in 84 after graduation and he went to the steel mill where our father worked. Because he and his high school sweetheart were having a baby and a shotgun wedding after the baby was born. She didn’t wanna be pregnant in her wedding photos I smile now the vanity of youth. And today I look at my brothers son I see my brother I love that kid well he is a thirty four year old man today.
After the army I went to work as union dock man eventually got my third class license now cdl . But life was cool we had a young daughter my wife was going to college. I think I was making maybe 16$ hour with all the overtime you wanted I think I was averaging around 600$ a week in 87 with overtime. We had a mortgage through the GI bill of 45.000 $ wow then that was huge to me. It was a Victorian home built in 1912 in western Pennsylvania.
And we were doing ok we were comfortable, we would meet my brothers on Saturday morning after third shift at the bar and knock em down. Head to the parking lot to fire up some weed we would walk home and continue the party. That was what we knew our father was the same. Although by 87 our old man was sober and getting rid of his demons from Vietnam. Our father would say to us I’m sorry for the way I was when you boys were young. Perhaps that is why I always tried to be a attentive father and openly loving to our children. And I was never a cruel or violent drunk but I have realized I was neglecting towards our children by checking out on drunks.
I think it was around thanksgiving 88 we were at my house because my one brother discharged from army engineers. We all got off work my wife drove to her parents with our daughter to spend thanksgiving. And two of my brothers and a friend of ours were sitting at kitchen table drinking beers early morning and hitting a bong. My place because my wife and daughter were away and we always would smoke outside away from our children. And our father stopped by hey dad and he was making a cup of sanka and said laughing, you all just a bunch of hillbilly’s on Pabst and weed. I need you guys to be straight Thursday for thanksgiving dinner ok fellas I don’t wanna hear it from your mom yea dad no problem.
Definitely a book Worth reading in these troubled times with king moron and traitorous congress
The oath of office a guide to the constitution for future presidents.
Was listening to the author on progressive radio tonight on way up north on Sirius xm the author is Corey BrettSchneider.
Just thought I’d let Du community know , going to have my wife order it. So I can read it this weekend when I get done.
Found a new barber she is progressive
I dropped my old barber as he is a magat. So a woman my wife works with suggested this woman who has a beauty salon. And she is definitely worth it I’d sooner support democratic businesses than those who vote for kgop. And I have gone back to short hair after decades of ponytail and long hair. And do we bitch about this administration and his enabling gop.
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