Thread: Philosophy #1, Rule #1.

Great stories and thanks for sharing everyone.

Here is one my Mom tells. My Mom survive WWII. one of my Uncles did not because medication was nonexistent. The story's that stick out the most is the one of my Mom begging her Uncle Fritz to take her with him to smuggle goods to our family on the East German side. He finally gave in and took her one night. I was very cold and snowy. They spotted a Russian solider patrolling and stopped to hide. I was so cold that my Mom started to cry because her fingers and toes hurt so bad. Needless to say they were captured by the Russian solider. Luckily he either had pity or did not want to bother with them or just wanted to take their goods and let them go.

Uncle Fritz never took her again.

(Just a bit of bar room humor while waiting for the market open!)


He grabbed me by my slender neck,
I could not yell or scream.
He took me to his dingy room,
Were he could not be seen!
He stripped me of my clumsy wrap,
And gazed upon my form.
For I was wet,
And cold, and damp.
And he was nice and warm!
His feverish lips he pressed to mine,
I could not make him STOP!
He drained me of my very self!
I gave him every drop!
He made me what I am today,
That’s why you find me here.
A broken bottle tossed away,
That was once full of beer!

Originally Posted by wv-girl

Was in Guam at the end of Viet Nam. Ex was in Navy and we lived off base above one of the bars. So what did I do? Went to work as a bartender during day time hours. Saw a lot of guys coming home. They would stop in for a beer while waiting for orders or transportation, etc. Never would card any of them. Some were walking wounded and it did not seem right to question their age, even if some of them looked very young, seeing how they were willing to serve for our country. They would be very brazen and rough, especially the submarine guys. I remember one incident in particular when a young man came in just as I was opening the doors, didn't say much until he had downed 4 or 5 beers, then he explained that he was transporting live bombs from the naval base to the airbase(they are on opposite ends of the island) when he overturned the truck right outside our door. God was on our side that day, as none of them exploded. Took most of the day to clean up and was the topic of conversation for quite a while. When you traveled the road around the airbase you traveled at your own risk as they had B-52's lined up along the fence, facing away from you. So if they were to take off you'd had better get out of the way. I have lots of other memories of that time in Guam, but prefer to tell these as they are the least(but just as important) as the gory ones. I still think of the men who were the walking wounded, lost limbs, etc. and it still brings tears to my eyes. I came back to the states, went to work for the Feds and have been here since. It certainly does not compare with the ones who went to war, but it was the only way I could serve my country. Ok. I'm done. Hope I didn't bore anyone.

Debbie

Thank you for your service!

Has any one read "How we Know What Isn"t So" The fallibility of human reason in everyday life. by Thomas Gilovich?
I do recommend it, as it has enlighten me anyway, to how we mannage to convince ourselve to believing what we want to believe. Something that is prevalent in market speak! Something to detect in others. Are they not convincing them selves to find the conclusions they seek?