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David Mitchell
REMEMBERING A STRANGE CHRISTMAS - - - continued
I will shorten the next (somewhat boring) part by explaing that right after Christmas, I was anxious to call on a girl that I was crazy about and had dated in high school (she was two years behind us). When I visited her house (where I had enjoyed her whole family for years) I was met wirh her sisters insisting I see her new "ring" - a diamond ring from a guy at the U. of Kentucky. I congratulated her and made an excuse to leave quickly.
After that, I drove down to another family of friends near Circleville. I had dated the older daughter, a small town beauty queen who I had admired for a couple of years. Our whole families were close. After visiting with the whole family for a while, she and I moved to another room where she explained that she was pregnant. I wished her well and got up and left .
My third try was to call a real cutie from my grade school class at OLP. She had invited me to her Chritmas colillion at St. Mary's of the Springs a few years prior and we had a few dates. Tom Litzinger and I both liked and dated her. Her dad, who knew me well and liked me - but had no idea where I had just been, or was about to return - said "I think she'll be too busy to see you before she goes back to school." I asked him to tell her I said Hello and hung up.
Crushed again!
Then something unexpected happened. I heard about a high school class party at some girl’s house down in Clintonville - a nearby neighborhood. I drove down to the house - excited to see everyone. I walked in a side door and into the dinning room. The place was packed with old classmates. As I stepped over to grab some food, one of the guys yelled out a sarcastic insult about my just having returned from Viet Nam. I was stunned! I left the celery stick standing in the dip I had reached for and just glared at him. I was shaking with anger. I stood still for a long moment – holding my anger - and then walked out. I hadn’t said hello to the hostess. I hadn’t started a conversation with anyone. I just left – in shock!
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Almost out of desperation, I called a fourth girl. She was the cousin of a good friend who I had had a wonderful conversation earlier that year at his wedding in Cumberland, Maryland. Her name was Mary – cute as a button but a couple years older. I had no idea what to expect. I offered to come over and bring a pizza for her and her roommate. Like that conversation at her cousin’s wedding a year before, we just hit it off. I asked her out the next night and we had a wonderful time.
But there was something else on my schedule.
I had already booked a trip to Colorado to go skiing with a couple buddies who were home on “Leave” at the same time. I asked Mary if I could call her when I got back and she said yes.
I flew to Denver where I met my buddy, Roger, our best Cobra pilot, and we boarded a Trailways bus to Vail. We skied together for 3 or 4 days and had a blast! Then Roger went home to his next duty station (as an instructor pilot in "Cobra School" at Fort Hunter in Savannah - where we had all graduated from Advanced Flight School a year prior). Then I was met by my Scout platoon leader and good buddy Jim Jackson - the same Jim who took the hit in his tuna fish that splattered all over his cockpit. Jim arrived from his home in West Virginia in his Jaguar XKE (with no ski rack) and we drove to Aspen (3 hours) with a window partially open on my side so I could hold both pairs of skis against my chest at an angle, sticking partly out the window.
Was that a cold ride? January in the Rockies at 60 mph - You betcha!
Jim was not as good of a skier as Roger and I were, so I had to slow down for him. We ended up spending a few whole days over at Buttermilk (Aspen’s “all-beginner” mountain). I gave him a bit of instruction and it helpd a little. It was a bit of a drag for me, but it was still fun just being in the mountains. After three or four days, Jack drove me back to the airport in Denver and headed back home to West Virginia. We would both be returning to Vinh Long shortly. We had both extended our tour from twelve to eighteen months.
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