This morning I was craving me some donuts. So it began…
“You don’t need any,” the reasonable part of me said, “You’ll be on a sugar high for a few hours and then you’ll crash on the couch worthless for the rest of the day.”
“But I just want two,” the rest of me pleaded.
“How bad do you want them?”
“How about I run first. That’ll wake me up and burn some calories.”
So that’s how the bargaining went down. I ran and then, 45 minutes later, I was standing in Concannon’s Donut shop staring at case after shiny case of glazed, sparkled, filled, iced, and sugared doughy goodness.
I picked my two and stepped to the counter to pay.
I pulled out my credit card.
“Oh,” the donut lady said, “we only take credit cards…
Before you take your mental picture of me wearing Spandex too far, I better inform you that I’m wearing shorts over my Spandex. Anyone that wears Spandex as an outer layer that is not a biker or a wrestler, is either so vain you probably think this post is about you (Don’t you? Don’t you?) or has let themselves go to such an extent they just don’t give a darn anymore.
Specifically, I’m wearing Under Armour. I’m a big fan of Under Armour. I wore them under board shorts when I worked as a dive instructor in Key West. Trust me, if you spend your days in salt water, sun, and sweat you need all the right armor in all…
My ship was a part of a large amphibious task force. We carried the 2nd Marine Division and landed them on June 15.
As was our task in previous island invasions, we took on casualties from the beach — nearly 200 in a short time. Some I recognized as the same Marines I had served the sacraments to the night before.
Wolf on what became of Saipan:
Saipan was exempted from U.S. labor and immigration laws, and over the years thousands of people, primarily Chinese women, were brought there as garment workers. They lived in crowded barracks. Saipan became known as “America’s biggest sweatshop.”