Not near enough ppl wear their seatbelts. Worked last night, had three flights. Two of them MVC's where ppl tried to rearrange a dash with their head and face with less than desirable results. Both will live, and if they get the girls cheekbone rebuilt and get her eye back up even with the other she will look pretty much like her old self, plus the scars of course. Her and her husband were drunk, he drove off in a ditch, got out and ran and left her there. Wreck #two similar, 20yo guy out with his buddies. He started in the back. Car vs pole. He ended up xxxxxxxxxxx and alone with his head wedged between the dash and windshield. His buddies left him. Some ppl need to choose their drinking buddies a little better.

The first wreck we flew to the scene and landed on the road. Loaded her up and flew to a trauma center. It was dark but usually ground EMS is there to secure the LZ and direct us in. Scene flights are probably the more exciting types we have esp at night.

I really like this job and I would never wish injury on anyone. Ppl will hurt themselve often enough to keep us busy with no wishiing on my part. My kids wonder why I am always after them to be careful.

Wonder why I tell this stuff. My job and family are about all I have to talk about. Lord knows my love life is really sucking right now. Figuratively of course.

You all, please be careful.

Tom

Sometimes I may write something that makes me seem spooky or crazy. I'm really not. I just feel I have a different perspective than many others. You know some people when in a restaurant won't sit with their backs to the rest of the room. That is usualy because they want to know what is going on and don't want any surprises sneaking up on them. I just am always thinking of things that could happen and what would I do in response.

I won't say I am facinated with death but it is a very real part of our world. Most games we play the prize comes after you win. In the game of life though life itself is the prize that you get while you are playing. Some people devote their lives to making vast sums of money or power or fame. But when the game is over you leave all that on the table. I guess if that is what they want to do it's their business. I want to be a good parent and a good person. I do want people to like me and think well of me. I want to make the world a little bit better place at least for a few people.

Damn, I'm starting to worry about me myself. Just kidding. Hell, sometimes I just get to rambling. I have a friend that I talk to sometimes and can ramble with her and she rambles back. Since I left the hospital we don't get to talk so much so I guess this is where I will ramble for a while.

We are all odd in our own little way. As long as no one gets hurt then I suppose that's ok.

Good Morning

Just got in from work. Yesterday was a beautiful day. Piddled around at base all day. Washed the salt and grime off my truck. It was nice to be outside. The temp was a little cool but not so bad I had to wear a jacket. Everyone else was all bundled up but I guess I can tolerate the cold pretty good. Had leftovers from the night before when the kids were at the house for Christmas. The grandbabies were typical. Paper flying, get the toys and then play with the boxes. They were funny.

Last night we had a flight abot 10:00pm. Took a pregnant girl from a small hospital to a hospital in Louisville. She was in preterm labor so they wanted the baby born in a hospital capable of taking care of preterm infants. The baby was far enough along that more than likely he was going to be ok. I dread these flights because I just know one of these days they are not going to wait.

Flying out is always busy but the flights back are usually uneventful and that's the part I enjoy the most. Last night we had a bombers moon. So full and bright that you can see the ground and just about everything. I could see the shadow of the aircraft on the ground. I've always heard that's the type of moon the bomber pilots of WWII hated because they could be seen so easily. Last night I was thinking of a guy I met a few weeks ago. He was a bomber pilot during WWII. Even though he was nearly 95 he was still sharp and talked of the war a little. He talked about being stationed in England and the missions he flew over Germany. He talked a little about the German fighters that came after them. He never mentioned being scared but I can't imagine someone would not be. That was a bad time when ordinary people did great things. Most people are very lucky to have not known real fear. There are many types of fear. Most fear we experience in what I call spur of the moment fear. Near wrecks, being robbed or someone dear to you critically injured. But to get up in the morning knowing that you will be going into a place where there are determined people going to be trying to kill you. To me that takes real courage. I know law enforcement and firefighters have very dangerous jobs but to me being a soldier is a little different.

But not only the people in the air were afraid but the people on the ground had to be terrified. I have walked through bombed areas and I know I would not want to be in the middle of one.

War is such a terrible thing. The thing that really gets me is that the people that start them are not the people that fight them. I had an uncle that served in Europe. He was probably one of the baddest men I ever knew. He was a rough character, I mean hard. But on occasion he would talk about his experiences. But it would not do you any good to ask him anything. He only told you what he was ready to say. He once was in a real talkitive mood and he told me many things. He said probably the worst he ever felt was when he had another man in his sights and pulled the trigger and watched him fall. He did say he was afraid. He was afraid for himself and for the guy he shot.

After talking to that pilot I asked him if I could come back and talk to him again sometime. He said sure and I really did want to. He died last week. While I was at his home his wife showed me a picture of him with his plane and his crew. She said he was the last one left of the 8 men in the photo. You could see she was sad because she knew his health was failing and soon would be gone as well.

Time doesn't wait for you to go do something. If you want to do or see something and have the chance you better do it. I regret some of the things I have done but have more regrets about what I wanted to do and didn't. Sometimes you just have to make an opportunity rather than wait for one.

I know this is super long and I ramble sometimes. Just hope everyone has a good day and be careful. Do something you enjoy or have wanted to do before long.

Take Care.
T

That's today, for me anyway. I swore years ago that I would never shop on Christmas Eve again and since this time of year I don't go on the weekends its today or not at all. Just got off work. Another shift of sitting around with no hope of doing anything because of bad weather. I did leave base yesterday and go have lunch with me daughter.

The other day we went to the mall and walked around together. Went to the Baby Gap and looked at baby clothes. It was all I could do not to bust out crying thinking of when she was a baby and now here I am looking at things for her baby. Getting sentimental in my advanced years I guess. All my kids are so grown up. Don't always act mature but they get that from me.

Well, I better get my shower and head out. Of course there will be the obligatory stroll through VS. I'll be thinking about who would look good in what as I go through. TWL-34B.

You all have a good day and please be extra careful. Lots of nuts out driving.

T

First your eye sight goes then your hearing starts to wane. Now, my ass is going numb.

I was out at the mall yesterday trying to get some things finished up and of course looking at all the hot ladies running arould. I don't know for the life of me why men don't like the mall. Victoria's Secret is one of my favorite stores. I even bought a couple things in there. Now if I just had somebody to give them to. The ratio of female to male is probably about like 10:1.
Anyway, I put my cell phone on vibrate and put it in my back pocket. I kept missing calls. I could not feel the thing going off. Dang, what's next. Wait I don't want to know. Let it be a surprise. If I did know it would just be something to dread and another checkoff before the big kickoff.

Hope everyone is getting close to being done with their shopping and that you all have a nice day.

I have hardwood floors and the other night I heard heels clicking down the hall towards my room. A feminine voice called out my name amd came into my room. I watched in the glow of my alarm clock as she undressed and slid into bed beside me. The feeling of her warm body sliding up next to me shook the last bit of sleepiness from my mind. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around me. We were soon locked in each others arms exchanging kisses. She thought my boxers were a nuisance and removed them. She was on her back and I was on top. I supported my weight with my knees and elbows while I held her arms above her head by her wrists. I kissed her neck and breasts. I think we both let out a soft moan as I found my way into her. The movement between us was very slow or not at all. After a few minutes of this we rolled over without loosing contact and she sat up a little. Now she took more control of the situation and began rocking with her hips. I raised up a little while pulling her towards me and took her breast in my mouth. I don't know if feeling her nails digging into my sides was a turn on or a distraction but I certainly felt them. Soon the tides of passion and pleasure had risen to the point the things were beyond what we could control. We finished together and she fell onto my chest. After catching our breaths she rolled off and I went for a towel. We snuggled together and she told me she had to get up at 05:00. I set my alarm and we went to sleep.

Sometimes it pays not to lock your doors.

I didn't go but she came to my place. Missed most of the second half but it was well worth it. Steelers lost anyway.

After 4 straight rainy gloomy days the sun is out. Already feel better. Worked yesterday but the weather had us grounded. Don't work again til Sunday. Going to try and get some shopping done.

Wish I had something good to write and while I do have a lot going on, as usual, don't think it would be of any real interest to most.

You all have a good day.

How much fucking goes into fucking the hell out of someone? Just got a text from an old GF asking me if I wanted to get her drunk and fuck the hell out of her. I ask if getting her drunk was really necessary. She said no. We both had our issues but problems with sex was not one of them. Don't know if I want to watch the Steelers play or take her up on it.

I'll kick myself if the Steelers loose and I pass up a bootie call. But then if I go and then miss a Steelers win, well that's no good either.

Maybe she will watch the game with me. Sounds like an ideal time for doing it doggie style. Get the best of both worlds.

Don't even know if I will go or not.

Another Ky winter day. Cold, rainy and dreary. That wet, chill you to the bone cold. But the coldest I've ever been was far from here. Odd enough it was in a place you really don't expect to nearly freeze. It was somewhere in the desert of Saudi Arabia back durng Desert Storm. I was with a MASH unit and we had been in convoy for three days and sleeping in trucks. I was exhausted and fell asleep lying on the metal bed of the truck. I woke up and it was still dark and I did not know what time it was and was so fucking cold I couldn't think. With what is going on over there now That doesn't seem like such a big thing but it was one of the biggest adventures of my life. I guess you could call it an adventure for lack of a better term.

I know I saw a lot and many things I saw gave me a greater appreciation for so many things. I have mixed feelings about what is going on over there now. If it was up to me I would have everybody home, but then if I could do that I would just have everyone in the world get along. That's not asking for too much is it?

Anyway, I do consider it an adventure because being part of something like that was exciting. At times scary but always exciting.

One of my favorite sayings is that "we are the sum of all our experiences". Everything I've done, good or bad makes me who I am. At some point I think I realized that and tried to make more good experiences for myself therefore making me a better person. I still do enough bad stuff though to prevent me from being as good as I could be.

You all have a good day.