JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/10/09 4:52 AM
There was a time long ago when it seemed very important for me to write about my "memories" of listening that to "Full Moon Fever" album on cassette when it was new in 1989. I listened to it over and over while we were deployed to the Med on the USS Wainwright CG 28 on my last deployment before leaving the Navy in 1990.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 9:47 PM Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Runnin' Down A Dream
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'
Yeah runnin' down a dream
that never would come to me
workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
runnin' down a dream
I felt so good like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
the last three days the rain was un-stoppable
it was always cold, no sunshine
Yeah runnin' down a dream
that never would come to me
workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
runnin' down a dream
I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
there's something good waitin' down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
Yeah runnin' down a dream
that never would come to me
workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
runnin' down a dream
Damn, I love that song. I remember very well when it was released. It was 1989, I had about six months left in the navy. I spent those last six months deployed to the Mediterranean, departing the U.S. shortly after Hurricane Hugo. I listened to that Full Moon Fever cassette over and over, almost constantly. This song was like my theme song for the foreseeable future for when I got out of the navy. This song made me think of freedom
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/29/07 10:11 PM
This is actually the one that makes me think of that artificial and symbolic memory of me swimming backwards away from the Wainwright in the middle of the Caribbean and by myself.
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Astronaut Bruce McCandless II, mission specialist of Space Shuttle mission STS-41-B, participates in a extravehicular activity (EVA)
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/24/07 1:03 AM
I must have dreamed a lot about the Falklands, but I don't remember any of it. It feels as though I was processing a tremendous amount of detail about that experience as I slept.
But what I started thinking about was a girl I knew long ago from Britain but that I think must definitely represent another operation where I was a combatant with the British; probably the First Gulf War. The "memory" is a woman named Briney, although I don't think that is how she spelled her name, or at, that is an important detail about the "memory" but I haven't figured that out yet. The most obvious clue about her name is that it have have something to do with the ocean or an operation with the Navy because 'briny' reminds me of the sea. So anyway, I was in Palma, in Magalluf (spelling?)specifically, and Larry Johnson, Mark Mogge, and I ventured into a bar that had some touristy name such as British Pub. Or maybe Larry and Mark found it the night before when I was on the Wainwright for duty, they told me about it, and we went back the next night. It was great because we were staying in port for the entire Christmas and New Year's period and we were spending it in my favorite port. Sometimes my duty was to drive the Shore Patrol van around town. So I think it was Mark that had told me about a great bar they had found that was full of gorgeous British women who were flight attendants. And he was right. We went back there every night talking with those women.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 8, 2006
There's that photo of me jumping off the deck of the Wainwright into the ocean. Mogge and George Campbell are to my left, jumping at the same time. I keeping that I was jumping onto something, instead of what the photo tells me, which is that I am jumping into the ocean. I wonder if that represents me jumping onto the landing gear cover to get it open and then falling through. But since we don't need wheels and tires in the future a thousand years from now, especially on our space craft, I'm not sure what this means.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: September 8, 2006
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/8/2006 8:12 AM
I wrote a while back about that time Mogge hit me with that tripod. He was carrying it around for his camera as we were sight-seeing during liberty when we were deployed to the Med. Maybe that represents him carrying a tripod for that Mark 19 grenade launcher, with me carrying the launcher. I have thought a lot about that over the past few hours. Some kind of sniper type of operation far behind enemy lines during the first Gulf War.
Am I being prompted to remember all this? Is that what this is about? Am I supposed to remember?
Baby steps!! That’s what a few people have said to me in the recent past. And it struck me: one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind. Are those comments about “baby steps” supposed to represent something about me walking on the Moon as a ten year old?
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Glory
Good morning, Major.|You're up early.
I want to talk to you.
Certainly.
If you wouldn't mind|getting down trom your horse.
- Better?|- Why do you treat the men this way?
How should I treat them?
Like men?
And what about Thomas?|Why are you so hard on him?
He's not a very good soldier.|I'm getting these men ready tor battle.
Robert, they're already as good|as the Seventh ever was.
They march well.|They're disciplined.
- No thanks to you.|- I beg your pardon?
You heard me.
Who do you think you are,|acting the high-up colonel?
You seem to torget I know you
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Memorable quotes for
Glory (1989) [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Sgt. Mulcahy!
Sgt. Mulcahy: Sir!
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I have no doubt you a fair man, Mulcahy. I wonder if you are treating the men a little hard.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: You may speak freely.
Sgt. Mulcahy: The boy is a friend of yours, is he?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Yes, we grew up together
Sgt. Mulcahy: Let him grow up some more.
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