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What you said:~ Glad to add Disclaimers.
One day, surrounded by lush jungle trees.
a grunt went and 'shot himself' in the foot.
A mean CC officer judged:`Grunt is scared.
So, no copter was called until morning to retrieve a young pfc who wanted out of a insane war. So, poor g.i. only wanted was to go back to mommy? So did we all. He cried all night about his bone shattered foot. The naive army pfc enlisted, and might have thought war was cool 'Sore Foot wrapped up shivering all night in a camouflage, nylon green poncho liner sobbing like a crybaby without a mommy nipple. The jungle was wet, and in the sucking mud, the swampy damp war, poor Sore Foot must have contracted a case of the war sniffles. Momma, B.O. and war-odor stinks. Momma told me there would be days like this, My Mommy said? Oh, momma there are days like this?
One day Pooh was wondering where are all the people he hadn't seen or heard from in a long time? Eeyore,Kanja, Roo, Tigger, Owl, etc., and piglet in the forrest (!)? BTW, The World of Pooh,
A.A. Milne is a Diagnostic Statistical Manuel. DSM #One. All had such unique personalities. Pooh loved them for different reasons.
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Happy Jack ref: McCain. Read his last page of back letters. Yestdery's letters, ref: McCain.
Happy Jack has a quality expression: Discerning, Penetrating, and Perceptive. Penetrating, in the manner my mind functions. Different taste? Discern.
Happy Morning to Happy Jack. Good to see you. Some are happy to spend time with good Pooh.
For it doesn't seem to matter, and if I don't get any madder, who knows what? Happy Day to Roo.