| Ducimus |
11-30-11 02:14 PM |
Heh, so you know the tune I'm singing eh? :O:
Xmas for me pretty much stopped the instant I left home. I only remember two christmas's while in the service. One, was a huge empty parking lot outside the barracks, and a driving rain. The barracks were deserted because everyone went home for chistmas. I didn't bother. In my mind there was nothing to go "home" to. So I sat there on that cold rainy day, by myself, drinking beer and watching TV. Just another day.
Only other Xmas i remember was overseas. Commander had recalled all of us from the various construction projects in the field to celebrate xmas together as a "family". hell, those guys were more my family then my real family was at that point in my life. So we had a whole pig on a spit, and had a 4 cubic yard front end loader bucket set up as a beer trough. Stuffed ourselves, drank beer, shot the bull, good times, and a much needed break.
But the thing is, I had completely forgotten when xmas was. I didnt realize it until we had been recalled from the field. A buddy of mine used to tease the hell out of me for not knowing when xmas was. The truth is, i stopped caring. Hell, i didn't even remember how old I was or when my birthday was, let alone christmas. It all became Inconsequential trivial BS in my mind. Every day was a struggle, so i lived just one day at a time, and took things as they came, and didn't worry about meaningless dates or celebrations. In retrospect, i probably needed counseling when i got out.
Outside of that, most of my xmas experience was with my ex. I say my ex because I lived with the harpy for 7 years even though we weren't married. That left, left a sour taste in my mouth. Hopefully things will be different with this wonderful Gal I married a couple months ago. My life certainly has improved from the first day I met her.
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