Another letter came from Harriet. The Admiral had met with an accident but
he was fine. A bit rustled up but otherwise good to go the next day. He'd
been hit by a bus. A bus! I definitely read that sentence three times.
Apparently he had run a red light. I couldn't believe this. Then Harriet
said that she knew because it happened right in front of their house. I
started laughing. I could just imagine Bud turning green!
"What's so funny?" Slit asked. He was supposed to be taking a nap after getting in a fistfight with one of the pilots, cocky bastard.
I relayed the information. "Poor Bud. I can't believe he's married. What's his wife like?"
"Harriet? Well, she's from a well to do family. They own this huge estate in Florida. I remember the first time he met his in-laws. He was so nervous. But when he realized that they had enough cars to fill a mess hall he was like a little boy. 'Wanna ride in a JAG with a JAG?'" We both chuckled. "She keeps him in-line and helps him calm his nerves. She's actually his better half. She's also my best girl-friend."
"I have got to meet her!" Slit said. "She must be pretty."
"She is. Bold, tall, fit, and a mother of two." I added.
"Definitely my kind of woman, no offence, Mac."
"None taken. You're not my kind of guy. No offence, Slit." Slit grinned while I got up and looked around the room. "Do you know we have actually nothing to do?"
"Well, you could always go and workout a little, relieve some stress and nervousness."
"No I can't."
"Why?"
"Because of you and your stupid fistfight I'm confined to this room too. So, how are you going to keep me entertained?" This would be a challenge for him. I knew it would. I get bored really easy.
"Hey, you beat the shit out of the two sailors you were up against."
I gave him a stern look.
"Hmm… entertain a marine… we could wrestle." He offered.
"No thanks. That's what got us locked up in the first place. Bad idea."
"Fine. I'm going to name a number and you're going to tell me what it is in the constitution."
"Okay." I said enthusiastically. This I was very good at! I had learned it all by heart when I was in law school. This would be easy.
"One."
"Freedom of speech, press, religion, etcetera."
"Third."
"Right to bear arms."
"Forth."
"Search and seizure. Don't you know any above ten?"
"Nope." He smiled.
"Slit, you're doing very poorly." I told him straight to his face.
"Don't you just love me?" He asked sarcastically.
"No."
He laughed as I lay back and wrote back to Harriet.
Dear Harriet,
I can just imagine Bud's face when he knew that the Admiral was in a crash in front of your door. How green was he?
We have another two and a half weeks. We were told it would take a month, but I guess something's happened and it's taking a little longer than they thought. I can't wait to get back on land. I don't know how you navy take it but being confined to this boat is killing me. I'm sharing my bunkroom with Charles Scully, or Slit as Bud may have already told you. Don't ask about the nickname: you don't want to know. Anyway, Slit got into a fistfight yesterday and punched a pilot unconscious. He didn't start it though. The pilot told him- in not so many words- that the only reason he is a marine is because he doesn't have a large enough dick to be in the Navy. That didn't go too well with us marines. So, he landed punching him, a couple more jumped in and we were forced to defend ourselves two navies to one marine. They're all in the infirmary. Sorry. So, now we've all been confined to our rooms. Fun huh?
I hope you're doing better than I am. How's AJ doing? He must have grown since I last saw him. Would you send a picture? I'm eager to put one up. Send one up of yourself as well. Slit wants to know what you look like. He feels bad for you for marrying Bud. That's in a good way though.
Give my regards to everyone, and would you tell the Admiral I hope he's doing okay. Thanks. I miss you all, we have definitely a lot of catching up to do when I get home.
Mac
That's as much as I got done that day. The next day though, Slit promised me we'd box. Lucky for me, that's my best sport!
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"What's so funny?" Slit asked. He was supposed to be taking a nap after getting in a fistfight with one of the pilots, cocky bastard.
I relayed the information. "Poor Bud. I can't believe he's married. What's his wife like?"
"Harriet? Well, she's from a well to do family. They own this huge estate in Florida. I remember the first time he met his in-laws. He was so nervous. But when he realized that they had enough cars to fill a mess hall he was like a little boy. 'Wanna ride in a JAG with a JAG?'" We both chuckled. "She keeps him in-line and helps him calm his nerves. She's actually his better half. She's also my best girl-friend."
"I have got to meet her!" Slit said. "She must be pretty."
"She is. Bold, tall, fit, and a mother of two." I added.
"Definitely my kind of woman, no offence, Mac."
"None taken. You're not my kind of guy. No offence, Slit." Slit grinned while I got up and looked around the room. "Do you know we have actually nothing to do?"
"Well, you could always go and workout a little, relieve some stress and nervousness."
"No I can't."
"Why?"
"Because of you and your stupid fistfight I'm confined to this room too. So, how are you going to keep me entertained?" This would be a challenge for him. I knew it would. I get bored really easy.
"Hey, you beat the shit out of the two sailors you were up against."
I gave him a stern look.
"Hmm… entertain a marine… we could wrestle." He offered.
"No thanks. That's what got us locked up in the first place. Bad idea."
"Fine. I'm going to name a number and you're going to tell me what it is in the constitution."
"Okay." I said enthusiastically. This I was very good at! I had learned it all by heart when I was in law school. This would be easy.
"One."
"Freedom of speech, press, religion, etcetera."
"Third."
"Right to bear arms."
"Forth."
"Search and seizure. Don't you know any above ten?"
"Nope." He smiled.
"Slit, you're doing very poorly." I told him straight to his face.
"Don't you just love me?" He asked sarcastically.
"No."
He laughed as I lay back and wrote back to Harriet.
Dear Harriet,
I can just imagine Bud's face when he knew that the Admiral was in a crash in front of your door. How green was he?
We have another two and a half weeks. We were told it would take a month, but I guess something's happened and it's taking a little longer than they thought. I can't wait to get back on land. I don't know how you navy take it but being confined to this boat is killing me. I'm sharing my bunkroom with Charles Scully, or Slit as Bud may have already told you. Don't ask about the nickname: you don't want to know. Anyway, Slit got into a fistfight yesterday and punched a pilot unconscious. He didn't start it though. The pilot told him- in not so many words- that the only reason he is a marine is because he doesn't have a large enough dick to be in the Navy. That didn't go too well with us marines. So, he landed punching him, a couple more jumped in and we were forced to defend ourselves two navies to one marine. They're all in the infirmary. Sorry. So, now we've all been confined to our rooms. Fun huh?
I hope you're doing better than I am. How's AJ doing? He must have grown since I last saw him. Would you send a picture? I'm eager to put one up. Send one up of yourself as well. Slit wants to know what you look like. He feels bad for you for marrying Bud. That's in a good way though.
Give my regards to everyone, and would you tell the Admiral I hope he's doing okay. Thanks. I miss you all, we have definitely a lot of catching up to do when I get home.
Mac
That's as much as I got done that day. The next day though, Slit promised me we'd box. Lucky for me, that's my best sport!
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