Sinai Field Mission. Or The Story of How Lance Lost His Mind and Later Found it Ferreted Away in His Pocket

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This Post is a Continuation of a Promise I made to Me (And to Y’all, Gentle Readers) to write about Sinai Field Mission. For brevity’s sake (The Soul of Wit), I am breaking it down into snippets. To catch the back story, actually the forward story, please go here:

 

“No Bare Feet Beyond This Point” (This is a ‘Re-Constructed Old Post.’ No Alcoholic Beverages Were Harmed, Nor Consumed While Operating The Requisite Heavy Machinery For The Successful Completion of This Project)

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Me and Boeing’s 747 partners: Wheels Down at Ben Gurion Airport outskirts of Tel Aviv Israel late one afternoon, October 1977, just a couple of days before Halloween, found the Talmud. I mean tarmac. 

My final destination, however was not Judea; it  was The Sinai Desert, to live for eighteen months-plus on a mountain-top base camp, Dubbed ‘Caddo Mountain’, (In deference to the Texans who built it and ran it and to whom I would soon become a compadre) some shit-hole between the Gidi and Mitla Passes: Historically, the only two routes armies could pass from east to west or west to east across burning Sinai to thwack upon each other’s opponents’ heads.

I was 40 days leeward of twenty years and a little more than apprehensive. (These Two States, Egypt & Israel, were still technically, At War)

UNEF BUFFER Zone

I knew some of the history, but I couldn’t be bothered that day about ‘Ancient’ History (Yom Kippur War, Six-Day War, ‘Suez War’ of ‘56, Holocaust. Nope: I was here for ‘New History’, ‘My History’, ‘My Adventure’: A Dangerous Desolate Gig (my first). I had never been out of CONUS (Continental United States) before.

And I was stoked. A fresh-faced, bullet-proof Texan Kid newly escaped from Louisiana and cock-strong! Fuck did I care for Mid-East Politics? I am here! Step right up! Texas has arrived! “Step aside, Son!”

Gathering my luggage (my father’s old sea-bag left over from his USMC Korean War days) and a few other bags, laden with tennis shoes, workout gear, books and magazines… way too much superfluous shit, I scampered to find my liaison, struggling with all my kit.

Finding him, a tall, skinny, thin-haired, gaunt-faced, ‘Middle-East-Hardened’ Texan Veteran (four months here previous to me, I discovered later), man who spoke with an air of, ‘Oh, you’re the ‘New Kid’… Follow me’ he said laconically.

He looked an old thirty-five to me. (Later I found out he was twenty-nine, but we were all so young there. Back then.)

Ignoring his attitude, I tried very hard to ‘get into the groove.’ It was hellishly hot, even for an October—a Texas October. I had jet lag and fatigue like a pup that had been crated too long. Even though I was ‘stoked’, all I really wanted was a gallon of really cold orange juice, an air-conditioned hotel room, and a bed. The ‘plane ride’ from Dallas to Tel Aviv had robbed me of some (I thought) important part of my young life and my health. I was severely dehydrated, completely spent, and pretty much left wondering if I had made some horrible mistake.

But, I sucked it up.

After a hot and hotter and even hotter bizarre drive (The Road signs looked so foreign to me, some form of hieroglyphic—never having seen Hebrew before—had not at that point read the Old Testament) from Ben Gurion Airport, through the busy streets of Tel Aviv (me resisting the urge to ask, “Hey! are we there yet?”) we arrived at the Mediterranean Sea and the Sheraton Hotel.

My ‘liaison’ deposited me at the front desk of the ‘New’ Sheraton Hotel on HaYarkon Street Tel Aviv, telling me in parting,

“The R&R Vehicle leaves at 0800hrs; meet here in the lobby. Don’t be late. Goodbye.”

“Thanks Asshole.”

I checked in, and got me that room, such as it was. It was more a closet than a room, but it was cool and clean, and there was that bed tucked away in the corner…

I hit it, and slept like the dead.

To be continued…

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Added History Bonus:

Yom Kippur War 1973 – Sinai Front DOCUMENTARIES:

Credit: Kings and Generals

Israel – Yom Kippur War – 1973:

Credit: ThamesTv

Just More Of My CNN Bashing (Yes. I Know; It’s About To Get Old) & Some Bonus Biden Bits Thrown In–“CNN: The Most Trusted Name In News”–Hahaha!–Whatever You’re Smoking, I Want Some

Epic CNN Blooper Video:

Cred: CNN

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Biden’s Actual Inauguration:

What An Idiot Dementia-Stricken Moron!

(Video Credit: FreedomToons)

Joe & Jill: The Wheel Is Spinning,

But The Hamsters Died Decades Ago

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Since My Muse Has Once Again Fu*ked Off To Waco Due To “Previous Committed Obligations,” I am Forced To Shit-Post:

Just To Keep The Embers Burning, Or at Least Somewhat Viable For Future Reference, or Need

Ed Note:

Regarding My Muse

I really should consider finding a MUSE who is FOCUSED solely on ME.

But I cannot ‘Fire’ This One.

Her evil side is always just beneath the surface.

Bubbling up.

“Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and Cauldron Bubble.–

By the pricking of my thumbs, 

Something wicked this way comes. 

Open, locks, Whoever knocks!”

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Will boil over at the slightest provocation.

I have seen/experienced her wrath.

(And it ain’t Nothin’ Nice)

She frightens me.

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FaceDork Post of Mine Pasted In Below:

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“Hey Clown News Network!

Perhaps

You did not Get The Memo:

“We Have A New President! Why Are You Still Fixated On Trump?

You Are Giving Him More ‘Airtime’ Than Piss-Pants Biden. I Think I can Surmise: Your Ratings Going Deep Into The Shitter Without Orange-Man-Bad/RAD.

Don’t Open Your Mouth While Down There, Or You Will Have A Bad Day.

Just hold Your Breath.

Until You Die.

We Will NOT Miss You.

Except For Erin Burnett:

I will MISS HER.

Marvelous Much.”

(Ref a Previous Fawning Post of Mine, Regarding her. Pasted in Below)

Bobble-Bubble-Headed Mother Fu*ker: Don Lee-Mon–Racist Piece-of-Shit, Hypocrite–Stupid is as Stupid does Moron. How is this Asshole Still walking about with a Frickin’ job?

Who is Paying him?

Mark ‘Fukle-Berg?

No! I Mis-Spoke!

THAT Asshole Owns FaceBook

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(Ed. Note: There Is A ‘Brain-Ded’

Brian Seltzer-Water Bonus Gem At The End.

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Bobbsey Twins– Kissing Cousins:

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Puke IN My Mouth. Please And Thank You. Every Time I see this moron, I get this sudden urge to throw up in my mouth. Is this not the dumbest, ‘stupied-in cest’ Mother-Fu*ker in the history of stupid mother-fu#kers on Television?” Fairy” Certain that answer would be ‘Yes.’ A Resounding ‘Yes’.

There are only three people still watching this idiot. I am one of them.

Why? Because I love the comedy of the inane insane.

And it is free/cheap.

It only costs me a few brain cells.

Which I can regenerate.

Usually

Hopefully

Don Lemon: Before He Puts On His Makeup:

Above & Some Below Vid Creds: John Ward

Bonus Added Value:

Ted Koppel Has The Receipts.

Blames Mainstream Media’s Desire For Ratings For The Rise Of Donald Trump

Street Cred For Shared Vid: Roland S. Martin

Some Of this IS Re-run. Hell! Who Am I kidding? ALL Of It Is Re-Run. *BREAKING BAD NEWS!*

CNN is the Best Comedy Show On Television, Bar None–

And it is even better watching while drunk or stoned, or le both.

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President Trump SLAMS Jim Acosta and ‘fake news’ CNN:

Clown News Network

Laughing at CNN is one of my favorite joyful mindless diversions:

Exclusively Here on TT & Hiero-Glyph!

That means you won’t hear it anywhere else! (Because we made it up)

The Results are finally in from yesterday’s, recent,  last week’s election!

Okay was not last week; just seems that way.

Here are the tallies:

Jim Morrison: 20, 000

He is an Accident Going Somewhere to Happen: 20, 001

Walk of Shame: 20,010

The Kind and Good and the Ugly Moral Folks: 20,005

Puddles in My Beer: 0

Now, after some contentiousness, and some hanging chaffs, and some fourteen pissed off, and some sixteen or so pissed on, and some countless bored, and some dead armadillos, and some more hanging chaff, it was decided that the vote went unanimously to:

PUDDLES IN MY BEER!!

(And the crowd went nuts)

“But, but, but, how is that unanimous?” One pollster inquired.

“Because Son,” The State said, “Because theirs was the only un-contested, not so much molested, unambiguous result.”

“Oh.”

Now before we exposé the PUDDLES IN MY BEER platform (gangplank), we must survive the Inauguration Ball.

And here to help us along with that, May I present to Y’all, our most ardent (and redundant) supporters!

Willie And The William’s Boys!

Take it away Boys!

Thanks to Willie an’ Them For that Rather Upbeat Rendition of …what was it again? *taps Willie on the shoulder* “Uh Willie, ya fucked the lyric: it is “Puddles In My Beer”; not ‘bubbles’, get it right fer fuck sake… Goin’ to Austin…I mean DC. Aw shit. Never mind! Just get the damn song right, OK?”

And Thank You Both Hanks for that rather unifying ditty in honor of the forgotten, vanquished.

But now, to prove we are not all that…uh… sanctimonious.

We give some equal / air time to the losers, er, Honorable Opposition:

Take it away Jimmy!

But don’t take it too far or  too long. We are watching you. Loser!

“Uh… Thank you…uh what was your name again? Oh yeah, Jimmy.

Well, Hey! Let’s give a big round of applause for…uh Jimmy and his comedy!”

“Thank you Johnny!”

Tomorrow (Or Next Beer) we will tell you the plan forward.

Hang tight in the meantime.

We love our Country!

(don’t we?)

Didn’t we?

orig flag

Bonus Round

Lenny On Fake News:

I Slightly Up-Dated This Chocolate Mess: If I Were Twenty Years Younger I’d Give Her All Of My Money Just For One Kiss: Oh Hell To The Hell Yeah!

I Cannot Wrap My Moron Mind Around How I Managed To Leave Out Some Of The Most Important Vids!

When First I Published This.

JOHNNY CARSON INTERVIEW JENNIFER GREY Feb 02 1990

“She’s Like The Wind”–“Just A Fool to Believe—“Jennifer Grey, Okay?! I Know She Was a Famed Flaming Bitch to Work With–Precisely Why I Love Her So Marvelous Much! (And Some Other Superfluous Stuff)”

This is So ‘Eighties’

I LOVE IT!

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“She’s Like The Wind”

“Dirty Dancing”

Screen Test:

Like The Wind:

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain?
Living without her
I’d go insane
I feel her breath in my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

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She’d Drive Me Insane

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Dirty Dancing – “Mambo – Dance Training” (1987)

Cred Fir Share: Stu Pollard

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Fool to Believe

The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes

Pay Close Attention to the Lyrics

or

You Miss The Entire Point of the Exercise

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(This below is a Very Gaay Vid, But I Love The SONG)

Jennifer: Honesty

Wonderful Classy Lady:

Just a Fool To Believe

Love Her…. Unconditionally

(And That’s A Stretch For Me)

YES! JENNIFER!

Time of Your Life

Thank You Beautiful Lady For Enriching Mine

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Uh…
Just to kick this off,

Please watch to this bit to get y’all in the mood:


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Off To The Rodeo!

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Sahara Hare Right There! (Below)

 

Here is a ‘novel’ approach (Well not really for me)

However maybe for Y’all:

This is a ‘work-in-progress’. Most writers polish, polish, polish, then anguish, anguish, anguish, and then… finally… publish. I subscribe to a slightly different philosophy tenet philosophy: “Just throw it out there and fix it later.” Probably not wise, but what the hell?

Anyway. Yup. This is a ‘work in progress’ (process?) and yes, I do have (buried somewhere in the dank, dark, dank, deep, nether depths of my addled mind) a purpose for this post. And yes, I hope to coax  lure hoist it up to the surface and board  beach land it, still flopping about, right here on this page.

Might be entertaining (or not) to watch the process. And in this vain vein, I am going to keep all the edits here, just as an experiment. A way to look into the my writing/editing process. (“Now damnit, I do hope I can come up with a valid subject to go along with this ‘wonderful’ prose.”)

To (obviously) be continued…Please don’t change touch that dial!

(And, as usual: nothing works if you don’t click the video/sound bite below)

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Yes.

Moody Blues?

Dare I say?

Genius?

Naw!

“Just What You Want to Be, You’ll Be In The End.”

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Boz Scaggs

Just kids havin’ fun

(We are entitled to fun, eh?)

“Who put those idea’s  ideas in your head?”

And…

“The Pursuit of Happiness”

Cred for Vid Share:Redbaron863

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(I read that somewhere)

“Come on back down to Earth Son!”

“Boz, I Am Really Tryin'”

P.S. Yes my mind is a terrible thing. And if you have not clicked all the audio, you will lose Karma. Just sayin’…

Here was my mantra during those six months I spent languishing away in Amman Jordan between Iraq gigs:

Vid Street Cred: Jewfro69man

AND FUCK YOU WORDPRESS!

YOU Arbitrary-illy

PUT MY PROSE WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU FIND IT

‘CONENVIENT’

FUCK Am I PAYING You For??

To Fuck Me?

Without Even a Kiss First?

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Bonus:

Serverely Out of Context

And Unrelated

But This is

How

I Roll

Hahahahahaha!

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Camila Cabello:

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh-huh)
Havana, ooh-na-na (uh)

Long Version:

I’m Still Trying To Get Through This Lame-Ass Excuse For A Movie: “The Day After Tomorrow”

I Queued it up Over Twelve HOURS Ago!

Started trying to Watch It

And Still Only Half-Way Through This Monstrosity:

“The Day After Tomorrow”

Why Am I Wasting My Time

On This Insult To Human Intelligence?

I Suppose I Love Stupid Movies

I Need A Girlfriend To Distract Me