Saturday, August 15, 2015

So, I don't seem to be blogging... what is going on?

   Good question. I have hit the doldrums... I can't even mow the lawn, that is how locked into just existing I seem to be.

   I have been cleared by my doctor to return to my normal exercise pattern, so he specifically said I could run. I didn't ask if I was safe for sex, the idea of pills is out of television commercials and poor old Hugh Heffner.  My wife's television gave up the picture, I went and found a replacement, smaller and much cheaper. I am waiting on some parts then I will finish the job and make it all better.  About the running, I will have to get over the unspoken fears in my mind. I am almost positive that the body can handle it - just the Earl I have concerns about.

   Well, time to head for a good sweaty workout at the YMCA, then I can return and see if I can do something productive around the home.

   Y'all have a great weekend, don't forget, this is the Liberation Day for all those that suffered under Imperial Japan.

1 comment:

  1. Hello Drill Sgt. Dungey. I found you on Facebook, but couldn't leave you a message there, so I followed a link from there to here to hopefully get a message to you. I hope you don't mind me putting this here. I was very happy to discover that you are still alive, and I hope this message finds you in good health. I looked thru your photo album on FB and immediately recognized you and knew I was on the right track in finding you. I'm sure you don't remember me as I was just another face in the crowd for a brief moment in your life, but I surely do remember you because you were much more than that in my life. You were my Drill Sergeant at Ft. Sill during the summer of 1977, graduating in September of that year. Alpha Battery 2nd Cannon Training Battalion - 1st platoon. with D/S Johnson as your assistant. If you have a yearbook from that recruit class, I will am the third photo from the last in the recruit photo's. Nothing outstanding about me that I can think of that might make you remember me, except possibly that being from Kentucky I must've had a very strong hillbilly accent and D/S Oliver from 2nd platoon used to get his jollies calling me out front and center in front of any passing officer to ask me where I was from, and then mocking me when I answered. Other than that, I tried to blend in with the rest so as not to be noticed and get too much unwanted attention.

    Anyway, as I am making plans to attend a reunion with my old Army buddies from my unit in Germany (A 6/10 FA) next month, I found myself thinking about you again yesterday and wondering if you were still alive and if I could find you on the internet. I really don't know why, I guess I just wanted to let you know what a positive impact you had on a 17 year olds life so many years ago, and how much I respected you....then and now. Those 13 weeks I spent running endless miles and pushing Oklahoma dirt while you smiled that sly smile will never be forgotten. While I may have silently cursed you under my breath a few times (okay a lot....probably every morning) during those oh so looong early morning runs you enjoyed taking us on, I can't begin tell you how thankful I am to have had those experiences during those formative years of my early adult life, and the positive impact that you had on me as I became a young man. If I had to list the 5 people who had the largest and most positive impact on my life, you would be on it.....probably somewhere around #3 behind my father and an uncle. You taught me that with determination and the right amount of fear of failure, that I could do things I never dreamed possible before.

    Anyway I just wanted to say hello and let you know that there are a lot of old Redlegs out there who have a tremendous amount of respect for you and appreciate what you did for them as young kids trying to become men. At the time I remember jogging back into the Battery area and seeing D/S Youngs platoon lounging around the bleachers under the shade tree, already finished with PT and showered, and thinking to myself how lucky they were to get what I called a "rolly polly" D/S who only made them put forth the minimum effort necessary to get through basic. But from graduation day forward, I have always considered those of us in 1st platoon as being the fortunate ones for having had the best D/S in the battalion.

    Hope you have a great day, and should this inspire you to dig out an old basic training yearbook from September of 1977 to try to put a face to a name, I am the third from the last picture in the recruits from that class.

    Tony Wright

    PS I sent you a FB friend request if you would be so kind as to accept it. This began as a much longer post, but it tells me I am limited on the number of characters I am allowed to post so I had to shorten it.