Like, Misunderstood (thin slice = into the Army)

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I really enjoy the excerpts from this book and am gonna get it as soon as I can. What's funny is your ebonic rendering of the black drill sergeant's language. By the way April 02, 2008 is my 20 year retirement date from the US Air Force. Best, Janardana dasaRichard Shaw Brown <rsbj66 wrote: God! This is turning into a bummer. Wait. Huh? Yeah, just breathe. Inand out. See your breath, feel your breath. Yeah! OK, enough of that,now I wanna do

something else. But sh*t! I gotta keep up this friggenbreathing. ‘Ulp!’ If I stop this breathing then I’ll die! ‘Gulp.’ Man,I can’t spend the rest of my life doing this breathing thing! What?Huh? Hey, how did I used to breathe? It was never a problem before. Ohyeah! Before it was autopilot, you know, cruise control breathing.Yeah! Cool! But, like, how do I get back into auto-breathing mode? HolyGod!Suddenly I’m struck by a psychedelic vision of the band playing beforea huge crowd. Everyone is tossing flowers and confetti is falling onus. We’re superstars bowing to the cheering audience. I’m justcompletely basking in the huge adulation, with a broad grin. Everythingis rosy. The crowd is cheering wildly. The night sky starts to glowwith the light of a divine winged child who descends from the sky andfloats in the air on stage in front of me.Holy Moly! I’m amazed! The angel-child has a halo, and the she

pullsout a glowing mirror rimmed in solid gold. The angel hands the glowingmirror to me. I take the golden mirror, wow! It’s really heavy, andcold to touch. Gazing inside the looking glass I see the closed eye, awomen's eye: suddenly the eye opens – looking straight at me.BRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!Huh? What the f**k? Is that a fire bell? Are we on fire?I sit up. WHAT? I’m sleeping on the top of an Army bunk bed! It’s dark.BRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!All the lights turn on …blinding after the dark room. The goddamn bellstops.WHAM! BAM! The two doors burst open and huge booted drill sergeantscome marching in like the giants from hell. The four marching drillsergeants stop in the center of the barracks and one of them, a hugeblack DI bellows out, ‘Well well, lookie hea! You all regular sleepin’beauties! Well I got some baaad news fo’ you! I ain't no Tinkerbell, yahea? Now we gonna have

some fun tonight.’I look out the window where it is pouring with cold rain and blowingcold wind. Huh? The wall clock says 2 A.M.‘Listen up!’ he continues. ‘We all goin to daa Nam. Ya hea? We goinover there an’ hunt Charlie! And that Charlie he a baaad muthafucka!Well, it ain't so tidy over there, an’ one day you all gonna thank mefor this here trainin.’‘Gee, thanks! Do you take rainchecks?’ I wonder to myself.‘Now git outta yo bunks and hit the deck, on the double! NOW youcandy-ass sons-a-bitches! NOW! MOVE IT!!’The four sergeants start walking up and down the barracks banging theirsticks and long flashlights on the bedposts. The racket and noise isterrible,I stumble out of bed, ripped on two hits of lightning. I glance aroundthe barracks and it looks like the 4th of July, with fireworksexploding inside the room.I’m like, ‘Oh! Maaaan! Oh MAN!’The huge black drill sergeant

walks up to me. I’m standing next to mybunk in long white winter underwear and socks – it is cold! The hugeSergeant puts his nose against my nose and shouts, ‘Private Brown, isyou ready fo’ some mo' basic trainin?’He then turns to face the double line of dazed recruits. ‘Private Brownhere is gonna take us fo’ some BT, ain't that right, Private Brown?’I try to reply but can't find my mouth.‘Speak up, soldier!’Jeez, now I can’t even find my face. Sh*t! Me who?With a loud smack, the Sergeant slaps my ear with his flashlight,causing me to see stars. ‘Muthafucka we gon’ party ta-night! All right, everybody lets getoutside to da parade groun'. Now let’s move it, soldiers, double time,now, move, move!’Me along with the other recruits, all dressed in white long underwear,start to file out of the barracks and march into the dark pouring coldrain and mudIf there was ever a perfect

song that described the Vietnam War andArmy draft, it’s AC/DC’s ‘Hell’s Bells’. Now I know that song doesn’texist yet, but if you happen to have a copy anyway, then put it on,crank it up, and try to match the lyrics with Vietnam. I kid you not!‘I’m rollin’ thunder I’m power rain’ – B-52s drop tons of bombs on Nam.‘I’m coming on like a hurricane’ – jets swoop overhead dropping napalmon the jungle.‘White lightnings flashing across the sky’ – huge arch light explosionson the horizon.‘You’re only young but you’re gonna die!’ – teenage troop drafteeswallow in mud and blood. Can vote? NO! Can die? Yes!‘Won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives’ – Saigon Police Chiefshoots VC suspect in the head – point blank – blood spurts out.‘Nobody’s putting up a fight’ – draftees standing, unwillingly, takingthe oath of induction.‘Got my bell I’m gonna take you to hell!’ – The Liberty Bell,

cracked,in reverse.‘Satan’s gonna get you, gonna get you’ – ‘Uncle Sam Wants You’ poster.‘Hells Bells! – They coming for you!’ – The US draft board.2 ORDER - http://www.themisunderstood.com/like-novel.htmlSend instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.

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Hi Janardan,

 

Cool! Hey! I was BORN in the USAF and I was AOWL from day one. If you put the

fly-weight champion boxer against the super-heavy weight boxer, well, THAT is an

unfair fight. So the USAF against the VC airforce was shear bullyism. And then

the USAF drops more bombs on Vietnam than all WWII - bombing for peace is like

screwing for virginity. And millions killed. And the better men won. Because it

was their country, and freedom also must mean freedom to be communist. That's

not USA business. And then dropping tons of Agent Orange into the Vietnam

eco-system was demoniac to the extreme and a sin against nature and humanity. So

I say " Jai ho! " To the guys who had the guts to say NO. Because the real

chickensits were the guys who went with the draft out of fear of punishment (not

bravery), and against their will. VN was not attacking USA so why the otherway

around? Now the whole world knows VNam war was a huge sin and disgrace by the

USA. And 65000 Americans died for nothing. And a million injured for life too.

Not to mention millions of dead Viet Namese who were the real FREEDOM FIGHTERS.

And America sided with the " Red coats " (French) against the freedom fighters.

But the truth was victorious! Viet Nam got their own country back. And because I

didn't go so now my Dad has a grandson. And one less Vietnamese hero is dead.

 

When I was a teen my Dad, Col Dick Brown, was a B52 pilot on alert flying live

H-bombs, waiting for the " order. " Man, talk about " packing heat! " Whew!

 

Y/s,

Richard

 

sacred-objects , Janardana Dasa <lightdweller wrote:

>

> I really enjoy the excerpts from this book and am gonna get it as soon as I

can. What's

funny is your ebonic rendering of the black drill sergeant's language. By the

way April 02,

2008 is my 20 year retirement date from the US Air Force.

>

> Best,

>

> Janardana dasa

>

> Richard Shaw Brown <rsbj66 wrote:

> God! This is turning into a bummer. Wait. Huh? Yeah, just breathe.

In

> and out. See your breath, feel your breath. Yeah! OK, enough of that,

> now I wanna do something else. But sh*t! I gotta keep up this friggen

> breathing. `Ulp!' If I stop this breathing then I'll die! `Gulp.' Man,

> I can't spend the rest of my life doing this breathing thing! What?

> Huh? Hey, how did I used to breathe? It was never a problem before. Oh

> yeah! Before it was autopilot, you know, cruise control breathing.

> Yeah! Cool! But, like, how do I get back into auto-breathing mode? Holy

> God!

>

> Suddenly I'm struck by a psychedelic vision of the band playing before

> a huge crowd. Everyone is tossing flowers and confetti is falling on

> us. We're superstars bowing to the cheering audience. I'm just

> completely basking in the huge adulation, with a broad grin. Everything

> is rosy. The crowd is cheering wildly. The night sky starts to glow

> with the light of a divine winged child who descends from the sky and

> floats in the air on stage in front of me.

>

> Holy Moly! I'm amazed! The angel-child has a halo, and the she pulls

> out a glowing mirror rimmed in solid gold. The angel hands the glowing

> mirror to me. I take the golden mirror, wow! It's really heavy, and

> cold to touch. Gazing inside the looking glass I see the closed eye, a

> women's eye: suddenly the eye opens – looking straight at me.

>

> BRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

>

> Huh? What the f**k? Is that a fire bell? Are we on fire?

>

> I sit up. WHAT? I'm sleeping on the top of an Army bunk bed! It's dark.

>

> BRRRRRRRINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

>

> All the lights turn on …blinding after the dark room. The goddamn bell

> stops.

>

> WHAM! BAM! The two doors burst open and huge booted drill sergeants

> come marching in like the giants from hell. The four marching drill

> sergeants stop in the center of the barracks and one of them, a huge

> black DI bellows out, `Well well, lookie hea! You all regular sleepin'

> beauties! Well I got some baaad news fo' you! I ain't no Tinkerbell, ya

> hea? Now we gonna have some fun tonight.'

>

> I look out the window where it is pouring with cold rain and blowing

> cold wind. Huh? The wall clock says 2 A.M.

>

> `Listen up!' he continues. `We all goin to daa Nam. Ya hea? We goin

> over there an' hunt Charlie! And that Charlie he a baaad muthafucka!

> Well, it ain't so tidy over there, an' one day you all gonna thank me

> for this here trainin.'

>

> `Gee, thanks! Do you take rainchecks?' I wonder to myself.

>

> `Now git outta yo bunks and hit the deck, on the double! NOW you

> candy-ass sons-a-bitches! NOW! MOVE IT!!'

>

> The four sergeants start walking up and down the barracks banging their

> sticks and long flashlights on the bedposts. The racket and noise is

> terrible,

>

> I stumble out of bed, ripped on two hits of lightning. I glance around

> the barracks and it looks like the 4th of July, with fireworks

> exploding inside the room.

>

> I'm like, `Oh! Maaaan! Oh MAN!'

>

> The huge black drill sergeant walks up to me. I'm standing next to my

> bunk in long white winter underwear and socks – it is cold! The huge

> Sergeant puts his nose against my nose and shouts, `Private Brown, is

> you ready fo' some mo' basic trainin?'

>

> He then turns to face the double line of dazed recruits. `Private Brown

> here is gonna take us fo' some BT, ain't that right, Private Brown?'

>

> I try to reply but can't find my mouth.

>

> `Speak up, soldier!'

>

> Jeez, now I can't even find my face. Sh*t! Me who?

>

> With a loud smack, the Sergeant slaps my ear with his flashlight,

> causing me to see stars.

>

> `Muthafucka we gon' party ta-night! All right, everybody lets get

> outside to da parade groun'. Now let's move it, soldiers, double time,

> now, move, move!'

>

> Me along with the other recruits, all dressed in white long underwear,

> start to file out of the barracks and march into the dark pouring cold

> rain and mud

>

> If there was ever a perfect song that described the Vietnam War and

> Army draft, it's AC/DC's `Hell's Bells'. Now I know that song doesn't

> exist yet, but if you happen to have a copy anyway, then put it on,

> crank it up, and try to match the lyrics with Vietnam. I kid you not!

>

> `I'm rollin' thunder I'm power rain' – B-52s drop tons of bombs on Nam.

>

> `I'm coming on like a hurricane' – jets swoop overhead dropping napalm

> on the jungle.

>

> `White lightnings flashing across the sky' – huge arch light explosions

> on the horizon.

>

> `You're only young but you're gonna die!' – teenage troop draftees

> wallow in mud and blood. Can vote? NO! Can die? Yes!

>

> `Won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives' – Saigon Police Chief

> shoots VC suspect in the head – point blank – blood spurts out.

>

> `Nobody's putting up a fight' – draftees standing, unwillingly, taking

> the oath of induction.

>

> `Got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell!' – The Liberty Bell, cracked,

> in reverse.

>

> `Satan's gonna get you, gonna get you' – `Uncle Sam Wants You' poster.

>

> `Hells Bells! – They coming for you!' – The US draft board.

>

> 2 ORDER - http://www.themisunderstood.com/like-novel.html

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> Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.

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