Cool-Beans
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We always joke in our family that we have no stress and no problems. Dear old Dad was in the Vietnam war and the whole time I grew up as a kid, I was told that I had no problems. "Someone trying to kill you, that's a problem. You have no problems."
To this day, he tells all of us that "stress" is when you're being shelled and you're too drunk to find your foxhole. We have no stress. We have no problems. Walking through the jungle with a boot that is in shreds because the rats ate it and you can complain of annoyances. But still, not problems.
It's made its way all the way over to DH's side of the family.
DH's nephew is in Iraq, stationed somewhere non-combat, I forget where exactly and it changes. Nobody had heard from him in weeks and he usually sends at least his mom something every day or two. So we've all been a little worried. And his mom has been starting to lose it.
He sent an email today saying, "You can tell Mr. Beanie Dad I had my first problem." He was in some kind of hut thing and heard munitions that he thought were a little too close, so he went out to investigate and another one came. He thought, "If they're aiming here, I'm going there" and changed direction. So did the missiles or whatever. Changed direction again and again they followed him and he finally realized, "They're trying to kill ME."
So, it finally ended and they went and did some kind of crap and now he's getting some kind of medal about which he could not care less. Said he'd rather have no "problems" than medals. Can't blame him there.
It was kind of funny how he started it off, though. Now he can say he's had a problem.
To this day, he tells all of us that "stress" is when you're being shelled and you're too drunk to find your foxhole. We have no stress. We have no problems. Walking through the jungle with a boot that is in shreds because the rats ate it and you can complain of annoyances. But still, not problems.
It's made its way all the way over to DH's side of the family.
DH's nephew is in Iraq, stationed somewhere non-combat, I forget where exactly and it changes. Nobody had heard from him in weeks and he usually sends at least his mom something every day or two. So we've all been a little worried. And his mom has been starting to lose it.
He sent an email today saying, "You can tell Mr. Beanie Dad I had my first problem." He was in some kind of hut thing and heard munitions that he thought were a little too close, so he went out to investigate and another one came. He thought, "If they're aiming here, I'm going there" and changed direction. So did the missiles or whatever. Changed direction again and again they followed him and he finally realized, "They're trying to kill ME."
So, it finally ended and they went and did some kind of crap and now he's getting some kind of medal about which he could not care less. Said he'd rather have no "problems" than medals. Can't blame him there.
It was kind of funny how he started it off, though. Now he can say he's had a problem.
And, he's getting medals so what he did was meritorious. He did a fine job. ((((HUGS))))) to your brother and you.
