From an email written by AFCrewDog:
When I began reading your musings I was impressed with your intellect and ability to express yourself. I wondered where you’d be going, content-wise. Military? Political? Whimsical? Serious? Did you even know?
I thought there was a frustrated author lurking within. Clawing to escape. Attempting to allow his thoughts and feelings to escape for fear of reaching critical mass within. Deciding something must be done, he turned to the blogosphere.
I know you’re aware that your randomness has been well received. And your fan base seems to be growing. I just wanted to tell you the latest episode of how you’ve touched my life and what your posts have done for/meant to me.
Your “Fencing” post this a.m. brought back, first, memories of my childhood joys of sword fights. Errol Flynn, Zoro, King Arthur, the Musketeers, pirate movies, the Crusades; the list goes on. And then, in adulthood, Star Wars! (the only combination almost as good as sci-fi and sword fighting was Cowboys and sci-fi Aliens)
I was about 11 when I found an epee. Rusted, banged-up, but an honest-to-goodness sword! Now I could replace those wooden things and get down to some serious sword fights! The thrill lasted about a day. Mom found it. You can guess the rest.
During high school, I spent 2 years in the USNAR. Loved it. Great experiences, memories and a lasting affinity for all things Naval.
The hispanic clip was a riot! That and the movie reference tied so many things together for me.
I spent a summer school vacation (1955) “doing” Boot Camp. We were a bunch of fun-loving, wiseass kids and drove our Chief completely nuts! One day he brought in a gyrene hardass to put us through PT Hell. Long story. Short version: We sent him packing back to gyrene land.
Before transferring to an R5D squadron, I was assigned to F9Fs. In the background of the clip is an F9F static display.
After active duty AF I joined the TN ANG. We were a C-97 wing and often flew Army Guard units to and from their annual active duty training. We’d unloaded cargo in Puerto Rico and were parked on the tarmac waiting for another load.
Another C-97 parks next to us. The loading ramp comes down and a very tall, thin Black SSGT walks down it. Boots glistening, razor-sharp creases in his starched Ods. He stands at attention, facing inside the 97 and begins barking out orders in Spanish! Had never, ever heard a Black man speak spanish.
Also was reminded of a trip to Japan. Got to the Transient Crew quarters. In the Day Room was a TV showing Bonanza. Try to imagine Hoss saying something like, “Pa, them cows in the South 40 got out last night,” in Japanese.
When I was living in Houston, a high school buddy phoned that he and his wife would be in town for a gig in 2 weeks. He’s a C&W singer/songwriter. You may have heard of him. Ed Bruce.
His then-wife, Patsy, was a talent agent. Patsy somehow knew the Casting Director for a movie that was being shot in Houston and she had been asked to help her. The movie was “Urban Cowboy,” with Debra Winger. Again, long story. Short version: DW was not a delight to work with. Wife and I were invited to the “wrap” party but couldn’t make it.
Stories we heard the next day made us happy we didn’t. Saw “Officer.” OK movie. DW’s bod looked pretty good.
So, again, thanks for the memories.
Thank you, AFCrewDog, and all readers (regular or irregular) (Errr, regular or occasional)! Sir (CrewDog), it was an honor to receive your kind email.
I do not have a plan as to content of this blog. But the lack of foresight is not hurting readership, so onward we shall
shudder shoulder soldier sailor sail’er!
- Debra Winger: Way to Go Paula!
As for Debra Winger, she quit the movie business in 1995 after saying this about her Officer and a Gentleman friends:
Winger has always spoken her mind. Even an Oscar nomination for the 1982 film, An Officer and a Gentleman, did not stop her calling co-star Richard Gere “a brick wall” and its director, Taylor Hackford, “an animal.”
Ah, nothing like a little friendly camaraderie. Not one to stay away, Ms. Winger returned (in the early 2000s) to dip her toes, once again, into the Hollywood River, as per the IMDB.