The Dixie Chicks sang “Traveling Soldier”. This cued a thought of my time at Great Lakes Training Center during the sixties. In basic training, we were restricted to following the whims of a Chief Petty Officer to reduce us to menial s.... to strip us of our individuality. Working in the Cafeteria was the most beautiful angel that sequestered sailors dreamt about. I returned after graduation to attend technical training in the advanced schooling arena. There she appeared like an apparition from my past servitude, Dumbfounded, I dribbled out the words for meeting me for a movie in nearby Waukegan. We held hands to and from the theatre but during the show, I reveled over my accomplishments – feeling such gratitude for being one she elected to be with of the thousands of recruits passing through the chow line. One simple kiss was at the end of our date was for all the sailors that ogled over this beauty before me. I never saw her again.
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I'm sorry if I ruined your fantasy with the comment that possibly you were the ambrosia of the week *wink*
Don’t you know all this retrospect is to regain my innocence when life was a fantasy?
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