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• Friday, December 5, 2008 10:45 AM

  Jkalos. gads, bless you. I love the diverse teachings.

  ~

  That song used to be pre-Nam make out music.

  I always get a bit misty. *It's gonna be alright*

  Those exact words always ring as clear as crystal.

  Crystal dew on a cold fall morning. Leaves change.

  Nature becomes beautiful.

  If No hope, Human perish.

  But in the war? The Medic would lie as one lay bleeding.

  O, a green grad from a Army's Fort Hood- Texan Medics.

  Medics had the saddest role. Grunts wished medics be god.

  *Troops wished a "green" (green is new. but inexperienced) medic to exhibit divine powers? It was a Heavy Burden a young (green) medic-soldier had to bear. Medic!

  We learned a young soldier who had arteries sliced, or a skull shattered.

  died.

  Lies.

  I remember clearly when my silly lower extremities pink flesh hung down low. Red blood was flapping from two sliced, human flesh calves. My bone hurt. Moan. Medic! My Medic said;`James A., You will be okay. Everything will be all right. He said:` You can stay in the rear and heal up, and be right back out here in the Nam-jungles!" I am serious. I knew I'd not recover that fast, and go back into a war. I grieved, grieved, and grieved... Bless the Medics. The images of war flow like a bloody DVD. There is no Send/Push Stop Buttons. On and on, and banter, ramble. The below my ankles flesh looked like a red cranberry, or a huge smashed blue grape, and I love Blueberry wine. Shut off the computer. okay, Jkalos. And, No mule better kick Jkalos.

  Bake 2-pastry Strudels.

  Jkalos will be a peeled,

  and flapped red issues,

  Great apple fruit strudel.

  O, flow out and rack-off,

  and be sure no dead flea, huh.

  lays dead, floats in Mead Jugs.

  Honey Wine, fruit of thee vine.

  Ya. Epicure. Sip, eat, tomorrow?

  Jkalos don't know. Happy Friday.

  Wholeheartedly, honest. Serious.

  That blood was Life.

  No destroy, or hate.

  Respect green Medic.

  We do our best. Never,

  never settle for kill lies.

  Good, better, and best,

  never let rest. Not until,

  Good is better, and better,

  is your best. Gads. s.t.h.p.u.

  okay. Go rack wine-off.

  no more whine today.

  What Hospitality.

  —GoodCelery! Read GoodCelery!'s other letters
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