Friday, January 20, 2017

Done, then.

A new President.

Memory watched as I watched the programing on the TV.

I listened to Truman as a youth giving a speech in Bremerton Wa. The critter spoke forever.

I saw him on his morning constitutional cross Penn Ave with his two body guards – he was larger then, than he appeared giving the speech.

Then I was around the corner of the Blair House  and peeking up the road when the Cubans attempted to kill  him (Truman) and watched the Cuban die under the gun.  I even watched the G-Man reload his revolver and put it in his overcoat pocket.

That scene stuck around awhile. And yes, Truman yelled out the window’ and security yelled right back from inside the stairwell.

I marched as the standard carrier for the Cadet Corp of Geo. Washington H.S. at the next Presidents (Ike’s First)  naugural parade.

Stood under the tail of AF One with a loaded shotgun for LBJ’s visit to Viet Nam. Putzed about on various mobile units when Presidents visited various parts of the world and my unit was nearby.

I’m not unique. There are lots of folks with history. Heh.

It’s just that my history watched as I watched and I’m left wondering why I’m wondering what the future will bring – something that’s never really happened before.

I’ve always left feeling the world would remain the same.

Not this time.

Although, I’m not pessimistic about the situation.

__________

From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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