Since this is a day of reflection, I thought I'd write what I remembered of that day.
Our workday was supposed to be a short one for the hoiliday so that we could all enjoy a Thanksgiven dinner, but some problems came up and we had to work later than planed. So, by the time we finshed, the mess hall was about out of food. Our OIC, Major Lutje said this was BS. He made a couple of calls. Soon there was a bus waiting out front. We loaded up and drove to his quarters, a hotel (I don't recall the name) that was over in the Cholon district. There we found a hugh layout of traditional Thanksgiving dinner set out buffet style for the officers that were billited there. We got a few nasty looks, being lowly enlisted men, but since there was more than enough food for everyone, there were not any loud objections. We filled our plates and mostly stayed out of the way. It was all good food. When the Major noticed some of us gazing longingly toward the fully-stocked bar, he allowd us one drink each, then ushered us out onto the bus. By this time it was late, probably around 2100 hours, near curfew. The drive back was spooky. No one on the streets at all.
But, we made it back safe and sound.
That was the only nice thing I ever saw that Major do. ost of the time he was a Pr**k with a capitol P.
But, I won't forget what he did that one time.
Our workday was supposed to be a short one for the hoiliday so that we could all enjoy a Thanksgiven dinner, but some problems came up and we had to work later than planed. So, by the time we finshed, the mess hall was about out of food. Our OIC, Major Lutje said this was BS. He made a couple of calls. Soon there was a bus waiting out front. We loaded up and drove to his quarters, a hotel (I don't recall the name) that was over in the Cholon district. There we found a hugh layout of traditional Thanksgiving dinner set out buffet style for the officers that were billited there. We got a few nasty looks, being lowly enlisted men, but since there was more than enough food for everyone, there were not any loud objections. We filled our plates and mostly stayed out of the way. It was all good food. When the Major noticed some of us gazing longingly toward the fully-stocked bar, he allowd us one drink each, then ushered us out onto the bus. By this time it was late, probably around 2100 hours, near curfew. The drive back was spooky. No one on the streets at all.
But, we made it back safe and sound.
That was the only nice thing I ever saw that Major do. ost of the time he was a Pr**k with a capitol P.
But, I won't forget what he did that one time.
RAIDERS