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David Mitchell
Almost St. Patrick's Day
I was just recalling a couple of my favorite (yet disappointing) birthday memories.
On my 12th birthday, we drove 3 station wagons full of classmates down to Hocking Hills. It was my dad, Tom Litzinger's dad, John Jackson's dad, Tommy Swain's dad, Mike Haggerty's dad and I am forgetting the other one???? Two dads and 4 kids to each car.
We went to one of the camp grounds with barbeque facilities and an open field, where we played some touch football and roasted hot dogs. Then we followed the trail down to the "Rock House" - a very large cave in a gorgeous setting. Besides me, we had Tom Litzinger, John Jackson, Kevin Ryan, Tommy Swain, Mike Haggerty, Keth Groff, and a couple others who went on to Whetsone after grade shcool.
We had a blast. And that day left a mark on Tom Litzingers life - he fell in love with Hocking Hills and would go back there many times - later to seek refuge (usually at Steve Royers place) from life's stress as he dealt with his depression.
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Later in high school, I had a wonderful 15th (or 16th?) biirthday at my house, with many of those same guys (plus Joe Royce, and new high school friends, Tom McKeon, and Steve Hodges) playing basketball in my driveway for hours. Then later, food (Pizza, I think?). I remember being a little miffed that Mike Hagerty's older brother Tim drove Mike and then stayed. I wanted it to be just our group, but if I recall correctly, Tim made it an even 4 on 4 playing basketball so it was all good. He left after we finished playing ball.
We took a wonderful photo of a bunch of us making a human pyramid - kneelling on each other' backs - with me on top. I wish I could still find that shot - I'd post it here if I could find it.
Most of the guys had to leave after dinner, but a small group - maybe just Litzinger, Ryan and Jackson (?) stayed late to watch the NCAA playofffs. Remember, those were the Lucas, Havlicek, and Nowell days, but Ohio State was upset by the Cincinnati Bearcats - which sort of ruined my whole birthday.
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I think a 21st birthday was supposed to be special. But mine was special in a odd way. I turned 21 while in my first year in Vinh Long. (And 22 during my "extension")
We had come back from flying the day's mission, too late to eat dinner in the (closed) Mess Hall (they kept strict hours) - we had flown late that day.
And I couldn't interest any of the guys into going to the Officer's club with me. So it was gonna be just me and my cooking plate with one of my packages of Riice-a-Roni (sent from home). But I was out of my little bottle of cooking oil and needed oil or grease to cook my rice.
So I wondered over to the Mess Hall to see if I could commandeer some sort of cooking oil - in my shorts and T-shirt and flip flops. I walked into the mess hall, which was empty by then, and stepped over to the chow line, where a large open can of Crisco was stilll sitting out. As I reached my hand (with my fingers cupped together like a scoop) into the Crisco, one of the Mess Seargents came out and saw me just after I withdrew my hand full of of the goods.
He yelled at me that the Mess Hall was closed and - "Dammit all, What d'ya think I'm runnin' here - an all-night restaurant? I got hours to keep you know!"
I outranked him and could have called him to attention and balled him out - but he could see no rank on my T-shirt and I saw no need to embarrass him. I just needed to walk away with my "cargo". I moved my hand down to my side away from his view and turned and walked out. I meandered slowly back to my hooch, plugged in my hot plate, and tossed the Crisco into the pan.
I had received a little mail that day but nothing from home - Darn! As I sat on the floor of my little 8x8 sleeping cubicle, in my underwear, I opened a letter with the Squadron Commander's ("the Colonel") letterhead. It was a short but concise greeting, congradulating me on my 21st Birthday and thanks for my service in the Squadron. I was actually touched - but also felt even more lonely. Feeling sorry for myself that night - I actually shed a tear or two.
(a few pounds ago - lol)

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