Good Sunday, all.
I had a telephone call yesterday from Arizona....from that old friend I previously told you about who was visiting his son in South Carolina and was determined to visit me for a day or two. I begged off that visit, and he accepted it with grace.
At any rate, he called "just to talk", he said. And for the next 40 minutes or so he talked and talked and told me many things, none of which interested me in the slightest. I realized we have zero in common except the two years we were in the Navy together in Jacksonville FL. I am not certain how a face-to-face meeting will go, but I will persevere.
That said, he asked me if I ever missed being in the Navy. Hell, no, I protested. I retired after 23.5 years and never looked back.
For sure, I have dreams, from time to time, where I find myself arriving at a ship and worrying if I had duty or whether anyone had been looking for me. But I always wake up at the horror of it.
Guess what I dreamed about last night? Go on...GUESS!
It was the most full-blown dream I have ever had about being in the Navy. It haunts me, still.
I have had no desire to go back, but I have awfully good memories and friendships with folks who have also retired. I retired 30 years ago (come Dec. 31). It seems a much shorter time, memory-wise, but there it is.
Everyone I knew in the Navy is retired or no longer in service.
Time has marched on...