I realized today that I have Papa Stories to tell my father's stories, an effort to ensure they are not lost in the mists of time. I have been very negligent, however in relating my tales, as they may be. I'm not sure why; I mean this blog is called Illini6 because of my deployment, and it was previously named "Major Thomas and the KBR Fairies."
I checked and I have less than 10 posts on the military and/or deployment; and half of those were from when I was supporting the 108th Sustainment Bde's deployment to Iraq as a member of the Family Readiness Group (FRG).
I looked back through those posts and I see that my very first poll resulted in several readers wanting to see more "war stories" but I have only ever related one here.
I think it might be time to change that. I still want this blog to be about my writing, but it is also time to share some of my stories. It's been over ten years since I returned from "The 'Stan" and I've been telling my stories since then, but not writing them down.
I lost my journal early in country and never picked it back up, so my memory is almost all I have, and that's been growing, let's call it embellished over the years. Please forgive me if any facts are corrupted, changed or forgotten. I assure you it is all in the name of improving, "The Story." Feel free to chime in if you were there and remember it differently. I may not amend my story, but I will acknowledge you and have a scoop of ice cream in your honor.
I'm not going to add a tag for, "War Stories" because I don't want to pigeonhole myself; some of these stories may technically be training stories or humanitarian deployment stories. I am going to change my background image however.
You know the difference between a fairy tale and a war story? Fairy tales begin, "Once upon a time" and war stories begin, "I shit you not."
I checked and I have less than 10 posts on the military and/or deployment; and half of those were from when I was supporting the 108th Sustainment Bde's deployment to Iraq as a member of the Family Readiness Group (FRG).
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| Did I ever tell you about the largest Green Bean coffee shop in "The Stan?" |
I think it might be time to change that. I still want this blog to be about my writing, but it is also time to share some of my stories. It's been over ten years since I returned from "The 'Stan" and I've been telling my stories since then, but not writing them down.
I lost my journal early in country and never picked it back up, so my memory is almost all I have, and that's been growing, let's call it embellished over the years. Please forgive me if any facts are corrupted, changed or forgotten. I assure you it is all in the name of improving, "The Story." Feel free to chime in if you were there and remember it differently. I may not amend my story, but I will acknowledge you and have a scoop of ice cream in your honor.
I'm not going to add a tag for, "War Stories" because I don't want to pigeonhole myself; some of these stories may technically be training stories or humanitarian deployment stories. I am going to change my background image however.
You know the difference between a fairy tale and a war story? Fairy tales begin, "Once upon a time" and war stories begin, "I shit you not."
2 comments:
I was told war stories start " So there I was..." and good war stories start " So no shit there I was. . . "
I have literally (and I do mean literally, not extremely or figuratively as is accepted now, much to the loss of our language, not so much in the misuse, but in the reduction in information shared simply and elegantly) heard people begin stories with, "I shit you not," and they weren't doing it because of the trope.
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