hot (in every way) green beret, that "has to kill you" if he tells you what his job is. we shared some wild weeks in the woods...he called it "jungle training." i called it education of another sort altogether.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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Love this.
and so did i!!! ;^) he gave me a "jungle training medal," unofficially, of course, that i have kept to this day.
How utterly wonderful. It would be among my prized possessions.
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