Ok practicing some writing and real shit.
Its late at night at might house, cant sleep, got some burdens on the mind amongst other things. Cut the tension with a knife why dont you.
Dont care been on a mission lately The mission is learn about an ancestor. No one I knew but maybe friends of friends.
This one hits close to home cause, got got the one group of friends, enjoy Japanese culture, the I got the ww2 perspective of it, anyways, its 4:08 am im short tempered and Im going to finish this book. I knew last pages would be hard to drink. And by drink I mean drink. Im drinking one of my fave Japanese beers Orion. So at the moment it would seem like I am drinking a Japanese beer and i know the guy, I mean the Colonel about to die. I knew this beforehand, but you have to understand my Japanese friends fought on the Colonel side, on Dday even. So Its just a coincidence Id rather explain forefront. I feel guilt to drink this beer from the country that took away my book friend for the past few weeks, as i know he goes mia. However I love nintendo, I live my Japanese friends, I love this story I read about Col Gerard Johnson, felt like a friend and someone I admired. So heres to you tragic end I’ll play a little dinah shore drink a beer to you. Took the evidence picture and here we go
last part is so hard to read.
John R Brunning hit mew with a joke when I was supposed to be sad lol.
But I just keep thinking of my own family and I really got nothing to complain about when I think of Mr. Gerard, or Colonel Johnson I should say. I kinda feel like a wimp compared to him and thats being real. Theres nothing I done in my life thats on point or committed as this guy..
funny too Jerry the name of my comrade is the slang for the germans offensive racial slur so forgive me all offended, Its probably like a term like ‘cracker’ or something. Anyways sticks and stones break bones if you get hurt by words your a pussy, And I mean extenuating circumstances, every bully hopefully gets clapped. Im not worried about everyone feelings just since I chose this subject I intend to stay true, I think I’ll call him first name, he seems like a chill officer. Jerry or Gerard, whichever you prefer sir. Reading that letter to his wife after all that pretty tough.
Hasmburger story is the only thing lightening up the mood.
Jerry goes out to discipline them and they toss him in the ocean lol.
Instead of being mad he just ends up having fun too.
how he named his plane Jerry ay man Jerry made the best of it. Dude was 24 like cmon.
Boy that was a tough read near the end, not only I knew he was going to go mia but reading the personal letter was a tough one.
All I can aspire to be is as a good man like Jerry, that really was a roller coaster. I feel Like I got to live twice as much as he, but accomplished a tenth of a percentage as he. But to know that I knew someones relative that served under him is a warmth of heart. I feel it as a privilidge I got to read the book thx John R Bruning for the history lesson. I really say that book rocked my socks off, and dont have much else to say.
If Jerry was here right now, Id try to buy him a drink and ask him about his family and Eugene. But dont think I could ever fill the role of squadron or anything, thats some of the most hardcore shit I ever read.
