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A Holiday At Home 1958

Story ID:7692
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2011
Person:Self
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OurEcho Preface This post deals with a mature theme or contains explicit language. While the post is not extremely violent or pornographic, it does contain language or explore a subject matter that may offend some readers. If you do not wish to view posts that deal with mature themes, please exit this post.
This is a (some what) true story,the names and circumstances have been completely altered to protect the guilty.Years ago when I was just starting out on my military career and just out of basic training I might add,I was stationed in a city that was far away from my home town of Phenix City Alabama,it was nearing the Thanks Giving Holiday and some of us were to be invited to one of the local homes for Thanks Giving dinner.The day before we were to depart for the city and home of the kind person whom had elected to share their food with a few "strangers in a starnge land" the First Sargeant called us all into a formation,He said Men,you have been in the company of soldiers and men for the past 8 months,you have not had to watch your choice of words,now tomorrow you will be among polite company and civilized people and I want to caution you on your language!If I hear just ONE complaint against ANY of YOU LADIES I will punish all of you! do you get my drift!?we all replied in unison that indeed we got His drift.
The next day the busses came to the post and took us to town and distributed us among the nice town folk 3 to a home and departed,leaving us to fend for ourselves,we were all self conscious about our language,each of us remembering the dire threats of the First Sargeant.As the dinner was served our gracious host asked Pvt Smith to ask the blessing,which he did with aplomb,as we sat around the table we began to feel a bit better,all except pvt jones,who had said very little the entire trip,our host,being a very nice and kind person and prominent in the local church,finally looked at pvt.jones and remarked that he had said very little the entire meal,Pvt jones replied "yes mam,I aint said too much cause I am afraid I might f**k up!
the end.
Bob Mitchum
sorry folks,i had to tell this tale and couldent figure out any nicer way to put it,hope i didn't offend to many of you people out there.
B.M.