Jun 16, 2004 20:00
It is nice to come home at the end of the day physically tired instead of emotionaly. Doing real work, where your hands get cut up and dirty and you leave with muscles that are a little tighter than they were at the beginning of the day, is a satisfaction I have long forgotten. I can think of a million other things I would rather do while I am out trodding the flightline but at four o'clock I'm just glad that I have a few hours to myself before I go to bed. It's laborious to be sure, but it is fulfilling to a degree and I think right now that may be be what is best in the long run.
GQ has a great story this month on the East African delimas that happened shortly after the Mogadishu disaster (Blackhawk Down) in the early nineties. Its on page 107 in the "What I Saw" department. It is definatly worth checking out. Its by a guy named Keneth Cain and is titled "We Did Nothing".
Speaking of writing and telling stories, my Creatvie Writing class is coming along quite nicely. Our first short story assignment is due Thursday but I finished mine early and turned it in yesterday. It is about a couple interacting with different goals for themselves. Hopefully it will do well. A good thing about the class is that folks check their status at the door. I am a very low rank in the Navy, relatively, but because I am a semi-good writer there are some high ranking folks in the class who speak to me as if I were their equal. They ask me for help sometimes and it makes me feel pretty good. In normal situations I would be expected to come to them for help with fixing a helicopter but its nice to think they may need me for something too, even if that something is as trivial as plot development. I don't get carried away though, I know my place and I respect them for theirs. I'm like Mary in Luke 2:19, I save it up in my heart and ponder it later.