A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.

Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
get out of the dorm.

We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
the whole thing.

We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
the dorm.

Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
still drank wine coolers...).

We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
to drink.

We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
sometimes lapsed into silence.

Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
know, this ain't so bad."

I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had to
agree with him. Being where we were for the Christmas of 1984
*wasn't* so bad! We'd eaten a fabulous meal, went to a bar and
were given free beer, we were laying on the ground in make-shift
snow chairs with full belly's and wine coolers at hand to warm us
up, and we were in Japan. How cool was that?

We talked some more, discussed how much worse things could
be, drank more wine and laughed at stupid jokes. Eventually it
was late enough for him to go call his wife and I was "relaxed"
enough to pull a snowdrift over myself and go to sleep. We
managed to stand up, brush the snow off ourselves, gather up
our bottles and head back to the dorm.

When I got to my room I found that the Enlisted Wives Club
had decorated all the doors to look like Christmas presents
and had left bags of homemade cookies and chocolates for
each of the residents. There were also personalized Christmas
cards for each person.

No, during that Winter of 1984, on Christmas Eve at Misawa
Air Base, Japan, things weren't that bad.

Merry Christmas, y'all.

--

-Jeff B.


6920th Electronic Security group (ESG), Misawa AB, Japan, 1984 - 1986

"Excuse me.
I don't mean to impose,
but I am the Ocean."

~ The Salton Sea

Sqwertz > wrote in
:

> On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:19:39 -0500, Yeff wrote:
>
>> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
<snip>
>
> <snip unread>
>
> I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
>
> -sw
>

And I think you're more than a bit of a jerk, Sqwertzy. I was away from
home for four Christmases when I was in the Navy, and I can relate to
everything Yeff said. I've seen guys sitting in the mess hall staring at a
plate loaded with all the traditional Christmas goodies, tears in there
eyes, not touching a bite. And I've walked the Honcho in Yokosuka, Japan
on Christmas day, wondering what my family was doing. Service men and
women sacrifice a lot, fool, and it's a shame they have to sacrifice for
the likes of you. I'd love to see a post in alt.sex.stories about how your
parents used a condom instead of producing you.

"Yeff" wrote in message ...

A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.

Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
get out of the dorm.

We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
the whole thing.

We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
the dorm.

Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
still drank wine coolers...).

We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
to drink.

We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
sometimes lapsed into silence.

Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
know, this ain't so bad."

I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had to
agree with him. Being where we were for the Christmas of 1984
*wasn't* so bad! We'd eaten a fabulous meal, went to a bar and
were given free beer, we were laying on the ground in make-shift
snow chairs with full belly's and wine coolers at hand to warm us
up, and we were in Japan. How cool was that?

We talked some more, discussed how much worse things could
be, drank more wine and laughed at stupid jokes. Eventually it
was late enough for him to go call his wife and I was "relaxed"
enough to pull a snowdrift over myself and go to sleep. We
managed to stand up, brush the snow off ourselves, gather up
our bottles and head back to the dorm.

When I got to my room I found that the Enlisted Wives Club
had decorated all the doors to look like Christmas presents
and had left bags of homemade cookies and chocolates for
each of the residents. There were also personalized Christmas
cards for each person.

No, during that Winter of 1984, on Christmas Eve at Misawa
Air Base, Japan, things weren't that bad.

Merry Christmas, y'all.

--

-Jeff B.


6920th Electronic Security group (ESG), Misawa AB, Japan, 1984 - 1986

"Excuse me.
I don't mean to impose,
but I am the Ocean."



============================

That is a lovely memory Thanks for sharing)



--
http://www.helpforheroes.org.uk

On 12/23/2016 11:19 PM, Yeff wrote:
> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
> away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
> gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
> Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
> lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.
>
> Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
> I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
> was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
> TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
> my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
> feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
> to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
> that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
> get out of the dorm.
>
> We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
> wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
> boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
> pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
> the whole thing.
>
> We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
> gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
> turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
> the dorm.
>
> Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
> VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
> wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
> remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
> of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
> still drank wine coolers...).
>
> We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
> just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
> to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
> to drink.
>
> We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
> from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
> and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
> traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
> sometimes lapsed into silence.
>
> Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
> dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
> plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
> know, this ain't so bad."
>
> I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had to
> agree with him. Being where we were for the Christmas of 1984
> *wasn't* so bad! We'd eaten a fabulous meal, went to a bar and
> were given free beer, we were laying on the ground in make-shift
> snow chairs with full belly's and wine coolers at hand to warm us
> up, and we were in Japan. How cool was that?
>
> We talked some more, discussed how much worse things could
> be, drank more wine and laughed at stupid jokes. Eventually it
> was late enough for him to go call his wife and I was "relaxed"
> enough to pull a snowdrift over myself and go to sleep. We
> managed to stand up, brush the snow off ourselves, gather up
> our bottles and head back to the dorm.
>
> When I got to my room I found that the Enlisted Wives Club
> had decorated all the doors to look like Christmas presents
> and had left bags of homemade cookies and chocolates for
> each of the residents. There were also personalized Christmas
> cards for each person.
>
> No, during that Winter of 1984, on Christmas Eve at Misawa
> Air Base, Japan, things weren't that bad.
>
> Merry Christmas, y'all.

Thank you so much for this story, you've put a smile on my face.

I needed that. Merry Christmas.

nancy

On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:48:41 -0600, Sqwertz >
wrote:

>On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:19:39 -0500, Yeff wrote:
>
>> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
>> away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
>> gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
>> Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
>> lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.
>>
>> Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
>> I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
>> was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
>> TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
>> my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
>> feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
>> to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
>> that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
>> get out of the dorm.
>>
>> We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
>> wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
>> boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
>> pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
>> the whole thing.
>>
>> We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
>> gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
>> turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
>> the dorm.
>>
>> Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
>> VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
>> wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
>> remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
>> of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
>> still drank wine coolers...).
>>
>> We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
>> just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
>> to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
>> to drink.
>>
>> We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
>> from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
>> and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
>> traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
>> sometimes lapsed into silence.
>>
>> Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
>> dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
>> plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
>> know, this ain't so bad."
>>
>> I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had ...
>
><snip unread>
>
>I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
>
>-sw

Yeah, alt.sex.stories.queers.
I bet those two got nekid and made snow angels together. LOL
Well, they did turn down mamasan's tacit offer.... I woulda thought at
that point they'd go straight, at least a threesome with top girl.

On Sat, 24 Dec 2016 02:32:01 -0600, Alan Holbrook >
wrote:

>Sqwertz > wrote in
:
>
>> On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:19:39 -0500, Yeff wrote:
>>
>>> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
><snip>
>>
>> <snip unread>
>>
>> I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
>>
>> -sw
>>
>
>And I think you're more than a bit of a jerk, Sqwertzy. I was away from
>home for four Christmases when I was in the Navy, and I can relate to
>everything Yeff said. I've seen guys sitting in the mess hall staring at a
>plate loaded with all the traditional Christmas goodies, tears in there
>eyes, not touching a bite. And I've walked the Honcho in Yokosuka, Japan
>on Christmas day, wondering what my family was doing. Service men and
>women sacrifice a lot, fool, and it's a shame they have to sacrifice for
>the likes of you. I'd love to see a post in alt.sex.stories about how your
>parents used a condom instead of producing you.

You weren't in the real Navy, during six years at sea on the steaming
MFing JPJ I never once saw a sailer shed a tear over loneliness, not
even with receiving a Dear John... at worst they'd get antzy while
heading to St Thomas for a ration of hot dark meat.

On 12/23/2016 10:48 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
>
> -sw

When did you start to fatten yourself up like the Christmas goose?

High school:

http://recfoodcooking.com/mug/shot/Steve%20Wertz.jpg

Today:

https://www.centraltexasfoodbank.org...ntation-057jpg

On Friday, December 23, 2016 at 6:19:40 PM UTC-10, Yeff wrote:
> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
> away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
> gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
> Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
> lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.
>
> Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
> I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
> was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
> TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
> my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
> feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
> to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
> that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
> get out of the dorm.
>
> We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
> wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
> boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
> pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
> the whole thing.
>
> We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
> gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
> turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
> the dorm.
>
> Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
> VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
> wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
> remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
> of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
> still drank wine coolers...).
>
> We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
> just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
> to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
> to drink.
>
> We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
> from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
> and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
> traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
> sometimes lapsed into silence.
>
> Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
> dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
> plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
> know, this ain't so bad."
>
> I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had to
> agree with him. Being where we were for the Christmas of 1984
> *wasn't* so bad! We'd eaten a fabulous meal, went to a bar and
> were given free beer, we were laying on the ground in make-shift
> snow chairs with full belly's and wine coolers at hand to warm us
> up, and we were in Japan. How cool was that?
>
> We talked some more, discussed how much worse things could
> be, drank more wine and laughed at stupid jokes. Eventually it
> was late enough for him to go call his wife and I was "relaxed"
> enough to pull a snowdrift over myself and go to sleep. We
> managed to stand up, brush the snow off ourselves, gather up
> our bottles and head back to the dorm.
>
> When I got to my room I found that the Enlisted Wives Club
> had decorated all the doors to look like Christmas presents
> and had left bags of homemade cookies and chocolates for
> each of the residents. There were also personalized Christmas
> cards for each person.
>
> No, during that Winter of 1984, on Christmas Eve at Misawa
> Air Base, Japan, things weren't that bad.
>
> Merry Christmas, y'all.
>
> --
>
> -Jeff B.
>
>
> 6920th Electronic Security group (ESG), Misawa AB, Japan, 1984 - 1986
>
> "Excuse me.
> I don't mean to impose,
> but I am the Ocean."
>
> ~ The Salton Sea

It's a good story alright. Just think, if you didn't leave home, you probably wouldn't remember a thing about Christmas 1984. Spending that time in Japan made the entire rest of your life possible.

I'm too old to remember Christmas except for the one around 1971. My friend was teaching me how to drive and we were driving around 10 the morning in Kailua Hawaii. The skys were very bright and clear and hot. The roads were blinding from the glare on the roads. The streets were clear and empty. My friend's 63 Ford Falcon smelled like a smokehouse because his back seat had caught fire under mysterious circumstances. It was gutted in the back and woe to the third passenger unfortunate enough to ride back there. Oddly enough, the materials used to make Ford back seats pretty much smells like mesquite when ignited. The only reason I remember it was that it was the most unchristmas Christmas ever. Meri- kurisumasu!

On 12/24/2016 12:58 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> just
> because someone is a *** service-man doesn't give anybody a pass in my
> book.

When did you start to fatten yourself up like the Christmas goose?

High school:

http://recfoodcooking.com/mug/shot/Steve%20Wertz.jpg

Today:

https://www.centraltexasfoodbank.org...ntation-057jpg

"dsi1" wrote in message
...

On Friday, December 23, 2016 at 6:19:40 PM UTC-10, Yeff wrote:
> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
> away from home at Misawa AB, Japan. I'd only just
> gotten to Misawa in November, so by the time
> Christmas rolled around I still didn't know a whole
> lot of people or feel like I was really part of the unit.
>
> Christmas Eve came and my flight was having a party.
> I didn't feel like going (stupid of me in hindsight) so I
> was just going to mope around the dorm. While watching
> TV in the dayroom I ran into Mark, another analyst from
> my flight. His wife and kid were still stateside so Mark was
> feeling even lower than me. We both decided to go downtown
> to a local Chinese restaurant (Old Miyaki for those who know)
> that had a reputation for serving too much food. Anything to
> get out of the dorm.
>
> We got to the place, ordered too much food and some beer to
> wash it down with. The food was *very* good... corn soup,
> boneless chicken, cheese gayozas, wonton soup, sweet and sour
> pork, fried rice, and some other things lost to memory. We ate
> the whole thing.
>
> We stopped off in one bar and looked so forlorn that mamasan
> gave us a "presento" round of beers. Even I knew then never to
> turn down free beer so we drank 'em down and headed back to
> the dorm.
>
> Walking on base we noticed, much to our surprise, that the Class
> VI store was still open. We went in and Mark wanted to get some
> wine to celebrate the season. Sounded like a good idea until we
> remembered that neither of us knew jack about wine. We left out
> of there with 12 grape wine coolers (this was the 80s and people
> still drank wine coolers...).
>
> We got back to our dorm but neither of us felt like going in. It
> just seemed too depressing. Instead, we found a small little hill
> to sit on nearby, threw the coolers into the snow and sat down
> to drink.
>
> We started talking. I regaled him with Christmas tradition tales
> from a family with five kids. He told me about meeting his wife
> and not really being married long enough to start Christmas
> traditions. We drank wine, stared off into the darkness and
> sometimes lapsed into silence.
>
> Eventually Mark turned to me and remarked on how good our
> dinner had been. I had to agree, it was good food and there was
> plenty of it. Mark looked at me, nodded his head and said, "You
> know, this ain't so bad."
>
> I noticed he was actually smiling and suddenly realized I had to
> agree with him. Being where we were for the Christmas of 1984
> *wasn't* so bad! We'd eaten a fabulous meal, went to a bar and
> were given free beer, we were laying on the ground in make-shift
> snow chairs with full belly's and wine coolers at hand to warm us
> up, and we were in Japan. How cool was that?
>
> We talked some more, discussed how much worse things could
> be, drank more wine and laughed at stupid jokes. Eventually it
> was late enough for him to go call his wife and I was "relaxed"
> enough to pull a snowdrift over myself and go to sleep. We
> managed to stand up, brush the snow off ourselves, gather up
> our bottles and head back to the dorm.
>
> When I got to my room I found that the Enlisted Wives Club
> had decorated all the doors to look like Christmas presents
> and had left bags of homemade cookies and chocolates for
> each of the residents. There were also personalized Christmas
> cards for each person.
>
> No, during that Winter of 1984, on Christmas Eve at Misawa
> Air Base, Japan, things weren't that bad.
>
> Merry Christmas, y'all.
>
> --
>
> -Jeff B.
>
>
> 6920th Electronic Security group (ESG), Misawa AB, Japan, 1984 - 1986
>
> "Excuse me.
> I don't mean to impose,
> but I am the Ocean."
>
> ~ The Salton Sea

It's a good story alright. Just think, if you didn't leave home, you
probably wouldn't remember a thing about Christmas 1984. Spending that time
in Japan made the entire rest of your life possible.

I'm too old to remember Christmas except for the one around 1971. My friend
was teaching me how to drive and we were driving around 10 the morning in
Kailua Hawaii. The skys were very bright and clear and hot. The roads were
blinding from the glare on the roads. The streets were clear and empty. My
friend's 63 Ford Falcon smelled like a smokehouse because his back seat had
caught fire under mysterious circumstances. It was gutted in the back and
woe to the third passenger unfortunate enough to ride back there. Oddly
enough, the materials used to make Ford back seats pretty much smells like
mesquite when ignited. The only reason I remember it was that it was the
most unchristmas Christmas ever. Meri- kurisumasu!

================

LOL memories eh))




--
http://www.helpforheroes.org.uk

On 12/24/2016 2:58 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> On Sat, 24 Dec 2016 02:32:01 -0600, Alan Holbrook wrote:
>
>> Sqwertz > wrote in
>> :
>>
>>> On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:19:39 -0500, Yeff wrote:
>>>
>>>> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
>> <snip>
>>>
>>> <snip unread>
>>>
>>> I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
>>>
>>
>> And I think you're more than a bit of a jerk, Sqwertzy. I was away from
>> home for four Christmases when I was in the Navy, and I can relate to
>> everything Yeff said. I've seen guys sitting in the mess hall staring at a
>> plate loaded with all the traditional Christmas goodies, tears in there
>> eyes, not touching a bite. And I've walked the Honcho in Yokosuka, Japan
>> on Christmas day, wondering what my family was doing. Service men and
>> women sacrifice a lot, fool, and it's a shame they have to sacrifice for
>> the likes of you. I'd love to see a post in alt.sex.stories about how your
>> parents used a condom instead of producing you.
>
> As SF would say, boo ****ing hoo. Posting about your first *** sexual
> encounter while in the Navy has no place here in rec.food.cooking.

WTF are you raving about? This post had nothing to do with a *** sexual
encounter.

Jill

Alan Holbrook wrote in rec.food.cooking:

> Sqwertz > wrote in
> :
>
> > On Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:19:39 -0500, Yeff wrote:
> >
> >> A memorable Christmas for me was my first one
> <snip>
> >
> > <snip unread>
> >
> > I think you meant to post this to alt.sex.stories.
> >
> > -sw
> >
>
> And I think you're more than a bit of a jerk, Sqwertzy. I was away
> from home for four Christmases when I was in the Navy, and I can
> relate to everything Yeff said. I've seen guys sitting in the mess
> hall staring at a plate loaded with all the traditional Christmas
> goodies, tears in there eyes, not touching a bite. And I've walked
> the Honcho in Yokosuka, Japan on Christmas day, wondering what my
> family was doing. Service men and women sacrifice a lot, fool, and
> it's a shame they have to sacrifice for the likes of you. I'd love
> to see a post in alt.sex.stories about how your parents used a condom
> instead of producing you.

LOL, the Honch! Have not been there past 8pm but it was interesting.
Snake Alley in Sasebo is more interesting.

Carol

--

On 12/24/2016 4:16 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> That evening ended in sex.

A departure from your barren life...

Brooklyn1 > wrote in
:

> On Sat, 24 Dec 2016 02:32:01 -0600, Alan Holbrook >
> wrote:
>
> You weren't in the real Navy, during six years at sea on the steaming
> MFing JPJ I never once saw a sailer shed a tear over loneliness, not
> even with receiving a Dear John... at worst they'd get antzy while
> heading to St Thomas for a ration of hot dark meat.
>

Oh, I don't know, Zero. It's true I didn't do six years' sea duty (Lifers
are like flys. They eat shit and bother people.) But I think 2 years'
worth on a light guided missle cruiser doing gunfire support and SAR off
the coast of Viet Nam qualifies for real Navy. And for what it's worth,
the guys I saw crying weren't at sea, they were at NTC San Diego. Not that
it matters.

Now, John Paul Sheldon, go off in a corner and play with yourself.