Digging up Dirt

Some of you would like it if I didn’t do a part on guns or movies and instead told a story about my time in the military. I don’t know if it’s possible to capture that moment properly but here goes.

This story is not like other military stories because I wasn’t like other military men. I was a young boy when I was sent out and I was there well after the beaches of normandy shredded my brothers in those foreign waters. But I went in with a battalion of people and held a city point. It wasn’t ever contested, I never even saw combat, which led me to eventually fighting in the Korean war instead of just minding my own business.

But I’ll remember that I would hold this same position as an outpost, and it was the worlds most boring outpost because it looked over that the scorched earth where Omaha was. I later find out that it was where Fox Red and Fox Green landed. I watched where several thousand heroes that I never met and never will meet lost their lives. I probably walked amongst some of them and never had any idea. But I was forced to stand there at attention everyday and watch the fact that I was never a hero and I would never be a part of that capital event.

It was strange, standing between all of that demolition. Between the world around me and the view that I was seeing. I spent the rest of the war there. Watching with my friend Patches who passed a few years back. We would just stand there looking at the most interesting beach in the world and smoking our camels and hanging out waiting for the blood to leave our feet so we wouldn’t feel the pain of the boots anymore.

A Little the fact that I think might help, I never once received m&m’s like they said we would. They all got m&ms back then on account of the hard candy shell making it far easier to be able to eat the chocolate without having it melt in transit. But I never got a pack of them and truth be told I’m upset that I never received them because of the principle, but I was always a licorice fan back then and even now.

But that’s the story, the story of how I never fought in the war. But instead, I was simply acting as a sentinel, a living photographer using my eyes to remember how people died while I stayed safe, complaining about not getting my candies and how my feet hurt.