old men, ex army, ex navy (879 hits)
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Submitted by ruin <ruin_dc.at.yahoo.co.uk > (View user info) at 2003-12-29 22:40:29 EST
there are very people i meet in my life that i find to be of worth listening to or caring about what they think but some...
my family is an old and dark breed, irish immigrants to northwest england we settled a hamlet that today is the town of 'hazel grove' and today my family exists in much lesser numbers scattered here and there abouts, nothing to speak of anymore...
one worthy aspect of my familys blood is our LEGENDARY physical strength, i hear stories of things my ancestors have done and just from that i feel ALIVE, that is how true and real we once were.
an example, my grandfather was a monster of strength but only averagely built, men of my family are always stronger than we look, he needed to change the tyre on a van but there was no jack available to hoist the van up with, he was eating a sandwich at the time, on his lunch break, being aware of the fact there was no jack around to lift up the van he decided to shortcut the problem and lift the fukking thing up himself, so there he was, sandwich in one hand and THE WHOLE FUCKING BACK OF THE VAN IN THE OTHER.
i could tell you stories of my strength, very slightly built i am but a with a terrible rage that fires my power, but i guess you wouldn't believe me...
life past, the times before behind us, this world is dying and so are all of us...
no connections!!
but back to the reason of this message...
i was about 19/20 and i had a part time job working at a swimming pool doing odd jobs and one day i was in the changing rooms scrubbing the shower walls and they were caked in shower shit like you wouldn't believe (the english north.. pfft...) and i was there scrubbing apathetically with my scrubbing broom and i realised (not for the first time) how utterly shitty my life was at the time, i started scrubbing like a madman, i wasn't just scrubbing the dirt off i was TEARING it off with the force i was applying to the walls and as i was doing this an old guy walked by having just gotten dressed from coming out of the pool and he spoke to me, commented on how hard i was working and how i would have done well if i had joined the navy, this impressed me, rarely do i meet other men who bother to take note of physical virtue (no homosexual jokes please) i talked with him for a while then we parted ways and i went back to making the shower walls into my bitch...
several times in my life i've met old army/navy guys who comment on how hard i work and how much effort i put into things when i want to and i wonder if men today are lacking something that men before USED to have and know, some greater sense of their selves and their innate masculine power above the shit that men often degenerate into in these low and terrible times...
i drink whisky by the bottle and nothing else, fuck with me and die...
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Submitted by screan (user info) at 2004-07-21 15:15:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i liked this. most of the athletically elite, (strong, macho types), were recruited, trained, and sent into war in the earlier part of the last century. they died. -and with them, their genetic attributes. the piffling, little, weak baby-men stayed away from the rigours of war and their pathetic seed was passed down to us, sadly. I'm thinking of politicians and computer nerds here. ofcourse, the veterans survived to propogate their semen; however, we are mostly just an enervated, dilapidated male gene pool. those of us who still look tough and courageous are by and large, hopped-up on steroids. amen...
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-01-13 13:12:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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I like this.
+2 for you.