ARMY DAYS XXIII

what the hell are relatives about?  they don't understand that funerals are not about them. 

as we were pulling away from my dad's funeral, inappropriately, uncle mike told me that i owed him for the limo he rented.  i rolled up my limo-window in his face.  not a proper time to be an a'hole.  he and my other uncles, visiting from montreal, probably went to a brothel afterward.  what else would they do?

my semi-sociopathic cousin, nat, showed up fresh from a korean assignment in full dress uniform and was busy telling everyone how he won the war and how he escaped injury when his jeep overturned.  not surprising, knowing his reckless driving. 

my mom had to make a display of every religious and superstitious ritual ever contrived by man many of which must have been handed down from ancestors and old wives in transylvania over the centuries.  she was covering all bases.  mostly she believed in reincarnation.  maybe sorta' buddhist(?), so she did not want bad karma or something.

y'know it might be good policy, if you attend a funeral just show up, keep your mouth shut, and go home quietly.  its not about you.

having to return to my post in denver was not undesireable considering the alternative having to associate with relatives.  go army!!!!


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