Posted by Lex, on August 18, 2006
It was 1400, and the heat of the day was upon them. There was little activity on the flight line. The Navy F-4’s sat at the end of the flight line, the engine bay doors on one of them left open, awaiting inspection. Tom sat playing Acey-Ducey with Saunders. The backgammon variant had become almost as popular as Spades on this deployment. The section chiefs and the NCOIC’s of the shops had been in a meeting since lunch. Everyone waited.
Posted by Lex, on August 20, 2006
Midnight rations – midrats. A big glass of cold orange juice, a bacon and cheese omelet, toast stacked on the tray, and no waiting. The rest of the mids crew gathered at a couple of tables near the drink dispensers and Tom joined them. As they ate he caught up with his friends.
Posted by Lex, on August 27, 2006
“Sgt. Harrelson, Sgt. Rockham’s looking for you.”
“Browder, how’s it going? Where is Rocky?”
“He’s over in Avionics. He said if I saw you I should tell you, he got his ID card back.”
“All right, I’ll see him at formation, anyway. All hands, I’ll see people I haven’t seen in a month. How are you, Browder? What have you been up to?”
Posted by Lex, on August 29, 2006
MagSaySay was packed. Jeepneys crawled between the sailors and girls that milled along the sidewalks and spilled out into streets. It was afternoon, and clouds filled the sky. Tom worked his way toward Fendler Street on his way to Piso Jimmy’s. He turned the corner and bumped into a group of three sailors coming the other way.
“Hey, Marine, watch where you’re going.”
Posted by Lex, on August 17, 2006
Your correspondent was going to try to cobble something together on the topic of that Detroit federal judge’s ruling that the administration’s international “wire-tap” scheme – the “TSP,” or Terrorist Surveillance Progam – was in violation of the Constitution. Casual skimmers of the news have learned that district judge Anna Diggs Taylor ruled that the program conflicted with the first and fourth amendments specifically and the separation of powers clause more generally. The judge apparently feels that FISA – normal legislation – can statutorily limit the Commander-in-Chief’s Constitutional powers in the execution of his own Article II (thanks to JPS, who proves a subsequent point) second amendmentresponsibilities. Even when those inherent powers are amplified by a Congressional Authorization on the Use of Military Force.
Posted by lex, on August 8, 2006
“Let’s walk up toward the circle and back down the other side. I want to stop at Mariposa and get something to eat.”
The last of the day was fading and now MagSaySay took on a different appearance. Lit by neon, the street appeared more interesting, brighter, like a woman wearing her best makeup and illuminated by candles, covering the flaws that were so apparent in harsher light. More girls stood in the doorways of the clubs, calling to the passing Sailors and Marines. The sounds of the jeepneys mixed with the volume of the music that rose and fell as each club passed.
Posted by Lex, on August 8, 2006
Editor’s note – this part inadvertently emended from the previous post. Gomen.
Tom paused. Rocky was his closest friend in the Corps, but this was Rocky’s first trip to the PI. Tom was almost certainly on his last cruise, he was going to get out. This trip had taken on a note of nostalgia. He had taken to keeping a journal, daily notes of events, and carried a camera, trying to capture as much as he could. In the back of his mind, he thought of writing a novel, a tale of Marines and aircraft, set in Olongapo. He decided to try to explain what he had seen.