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What am I a clown? (please don't answer my Mom might be reading these
Posted by Tom on 9/5/2005, 20:43:55, in reply to "Tom, Poppies, puppies and papers....can I get a "
So we are in Hafai Isareal and I am in need of some time away from my Task Unit—some alone time. SO I seek out the smallest hole in the wall bar I can find and, yes, of course, most of the Task Unit walks in a few minutes later. It was pretty clear I didn’t want to talk. About an hour later, maybe an hour and a half, one of my guys comes up and says, “Mr. R, I got someone you need to meet”. I replied, “Steve, I don’t even want to meet you, what makes you think I want to meet your friend” He proceeds to tell me that I really want to meet this guy, and won’t I just come over etc etc. So finally I aquiese. “If I meet this guy, will you all leave me alone” “Absolutely Sir”. So I go over and most of the Platoon is talking with this kid who is about 24-26—obviously a fellow sailor. Steve says to the kid, “Sir, here is the guy I wanted you to meet’ Kid looks at me sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Lt Rancich, how are you?” I was caught a bit unawares but said, “Hi, my names Tom. I am good” So we start talking and this kid is me…frozen in 1992. He is married to Allyson, has an 18 month old son, was 29, etc etc. Everything in Commandos he knew and had become. Now keep in mind, he was telling this to guys that worked for me and were OBVIOUSLY SEALs..great hulking guys with Raybans and clip knives…SO finally, I pull out my ID card and say, well..perhaps I should introduce myself. His knees literally went week..he gathered himself and was stammering “Sir, I am so sorry, I was just kidding” blah blah..I told him, “No problems, but you really need to evaluate your life—I mean, this was just silly. “ So what are you going to do” “I am not going to do anything” With obvious relief, he was like thank you thank you, I am sorry. Then I said, “well, actually I am going to do something, I am going to hold these guys back for tens seconds” “well, what then” “Nine, eight” “ I’m sorrrrrryyyyy”---He may still be running as we speak
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