Nights I Wont Soon Forget

As you can imagine, the early years of my Marine Corps career were filled with (in my Michael Assplow (no, his name is not actually “assplow”) voice) “nights I barely remember but wont soon forget”. There’s the ball weekends, birthdays, the bachelor parties, divorce celebrations, every single one of our Marine Corps weddings, and the oh so many nights (and a couple days) that we identify with specific names, phrases, and/or grunts. Yes, yes, we actually did give a name to some of our outings. Don’t judge. Be jealous. Unfortunately, I’m not stupid enough to go in to any details(not just yet) about the drunken debauchery that took place on these days/nights, but what I will say is that I miss that feeling. Not the hangover, or even the drinks for that matter. I miss stumbling into our story time the day after, during the most masculine brunch you can imagine, and having that “what would I do without these guys” moment.

There are certain sights, sounds, and smells that can trick my brain in to going back to my time in Iraq or Afghanistan (PTSD – the other “gift that keeps on giving” (Random blogger thought, I think I might start using footnotes instead of pausing mid-sentence… Hmm(3))) just as there are words or phrases that bring me back to the nights I won’t soon forget. There is a good bit of trouble that we got into (1) and the much needed sleep, money, brain cells, and years on the back end of our lives that we lost. But would I do it again? Is a pig’s ass “pork”!?

I wish that everyone could experience that feeling. Having a great time with a group of friends that would quite literally put their lives on the line for you. It’s hard to explain. But I have heard one of my uncles talk about having a similar feeling with his boxing/kickboxing/MMA buddies, and an ex’s experience with her sorority sisters, and even a buddy of mine and her close work friends. I love the fact that I have a few really close friends that I talk to regularly, but there is something about being in the bigger group and fitting in to that collective. You see, as the years have gone by an the overwhelming majority of those friends that I share so many of these memories with have for one reason or another gotten out. Although on the other hand, they do “brainwash” you (2), so maybe I’m just missing my time with The Borg. If you don’t get that joke you need to stop reading this right now and go watch some 90’s tv… No, I will not give you a hint… You did this to yourself. You know what? Now I’m just upset and I’ve lost my train of thought, this blog is over! I hope you’re happy.

Well, until next time… Live long and couch surf… C’mon, that was a good one and you know it!

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1 – or possibly could have

2 – bahahaha

3 – I’m really not sure how I feel about this whole footnote thing… I don’t think I like it. I’m going back to the mid-sentence speed bumps

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Haha! Midsentence speed bumps! I’m guilty as well! Love this post. Was so sweet. Takes us back to what’s important. I feel this way about my post-grad mates. It was a harrowing time and hard to explain to someone who wasn’t going through the same. Loved this!

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    1. It’s a great feeling isn’t it? You get inside stories instead if inside jokes… Which usually come along with a couple inside jokes. It’s nice to have something like that add a deeper meaning to your friendship, I’m glad that you were able to experience it as well!

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  2. Cheryl says:

    I like the mid sentence rants, stick with it.

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    1. I’m going to, I prefer them as well, thank you!

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    1. Yup! As I published this I was a little worried that no one would get that one… Thank you! Lol

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