Saturday, October 24, 2015

Going the mail route

Unless, as a young boy, someone wanted to be in the military when he grew up you can almost assume that if he finds himself in the military he probably screwed up somewhere along the way. So if you didn’t want to be there and you are there, it’s safe to say you have nobody to blame but yourself.

Of course, there are a lot of ways an individual can screw up. My way seemed to be never thinking far enough ahead. I now possessed, having completed basic and AIT, a new set of skills. Some, like shooting a rifle or hand-to-hand combat, I hoped I would never have to use and others, like writing a story or taking a poignant picture, I couldn’t wait to put to use.

But on many levels I was still the same screw-up who had switched majors three times and been unable to find a job back in the days when everyone coming out of college was finding a job. If there was one maxim that would have done me a world of good back then it would have been: Think man. Just think.

But I was having none of that—especially not in my social life.

There was a girl back in Boston* who I had pinned two years earlier who just wasn’t doing it for me any more—and I know she felt the same way—and her family even more so.

There was also a girl back in Rochester who I had known for about ten years but just began seeing again in the few weeks before I shipped over to Vietnam. She had to know I liked her because I was going over to her house every night to drink coffee with her and her mother. She knew about the girl in Boston but didn’t know I intended to break up with her. To make matters even more confusing the Carpenter’s hit song, Close to you, was getting a lot of airtime on the radio and as I prepared myself for my upcoming tour in Vietnam it seemed I wanted nothing more than to be close to her.

But I was keeping this desire to be close to her close to the vest because I had a plan—one I would later conclude was just one more in a long line of not-well-thought-out-plans but of course I didn’t see it at the time. I figured the safest way to deal with the situation this delicate would be to deal with it from afar—put everything down on paper to ensure there be no confusion—say what you mean and mean what you say but don’t take a chance of saying the wrong thing.  In other words, don’t say anything. Write it down.

* No names have been used to protect the innocent.